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Page 42 of 1231909 · PDF PAGE 214
…hat sees, the soul that slays ! Inhabit the untrodden ways ; Set! Thou my god and I thy priest, Thy temple hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hate’s co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East— The scorpion’s hole, the lion’s lair! I kissed his mouth—sublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met— Yea! darkness cover everywhere The secret of the House of Set! Arys CUSACK.
1912 · PDF PAGE 27
…he march of the metre, Is the shrilling, sbrilling Of the knife in the killing That ends, when it must, (O the throb and the thrust!) In death, in the dust, The silence, the stillness, of satiate lust, The solemn pause ‘When the veil withdraws And man looks on his god, on the Causeless Cause. Still, stilt, Under the hill! The hunter is dead—this is the kill! ge
1941 · PDF PAGE 3
…w: we shall strike the last. Peace at the price of Freedom? We say No. England, stand fast! The earth hurls thunderbolts; the sea spurts death; The skies drop murder; hell itself aghast Answer, with steady eye and easy breath! England, stand fast! England, the centuries have not sent thee shame. Tamer of tyrants, from thy purple past Thy heroes call thee, from their heaven of fame: England, stand fast! England, resistless as the gales that sweep Thy seas, and free as their rejoicing blast, Roll forth again defiance o'er the deep; England, stand…
1906 · PDF PAGE 7
ORACLES THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN ART* 1GO5 THE DEATH OF THE DRUNKARD.} I. TERROR, and darkness, and hor:id despair ! Agony painted upon the once fair Brow of the man who refused to give up The love of the wine-filled, the o’erflowing cup. ‘Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.” No wine in death is his torment assuaging. Il. Just what the parson had told me when young: Just what the people in chapel have sung: ‘Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging.” Desunt cetera. A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES. In the hospital bed she lay, Rotting away ! Cursi…
1929 · PDF PAGE 125
… the Dead contains many chapters intended to enable the magical entity of a man who is dead, and so deprived (according to the theory of death then current) of the material vehicle for executing his will, to take on the form of certain animais, such as a golden hawk or a crocodile, and in such form to go about the earth “taking his pleasure among the living.” * 1 As a general rule, material was supplied out of which he could construct the party of the second part aforesaid, hereinafter referred to as the hawk. We need not, however, consider thi…
1899 · PDF PAGE 88
…all Israel go, Toward the hollows weird and white, Toward the sorrow of the snow ; To desolation black and blind They move, and leave us death behind. The Lord is great, the Lord is wise Within His temple to foresee
1899 · PDF PAGE 157
…AND DRAMATIC. 135. Of crystals for his garland, Are fled beyond the starland On wings beyond sound and sight. Only desire remaineth That death’s bright chalice draineth Of blood-red wine that staineth The brow of love with light. World in thy music fadeth To what is scarce a sleep, Life’s darkest shadow shadeth Memories that chide and weep, Only delights grow clearer, More exquisite and nearer, And new life-arteries leap To fresh loves, into being, From blindness into seeing, Beyond God’s mountains steep. The words of promise spoken Flourish an…
1899 · PDF PAGE 27
…ruck through him, till his tortured mind Drove his young limbs, the wolf that hunts the hind, Far through the forest. Lastly sleep, like death, With strong compulsion of his labouring breath Came on him dreamless. When he woke, the day Stooped toward the splendour of the western bay, And he remembered. Like a wild birds cry The song within him flamed, a melody Dreadful and beautiful. The sad sea heard And echoed over earth its bitter word. SONG Ere the grape of joy is golden With the summer and the sun, Ere the maidens unbeholden Gather one by…
1905 · PDF PAGE 14
…don’s wicked city ? Perhaps you might yourself have one wee fling, If you were pretty. What might not hard starvation drive you to, With Death so near and sure ? Perhaps it might drive even virtuous you, If you were poor. But is it just, or grateful to the One That keeps even you from wrong ? Or even humble to shriek, “ Get you gone, For I am strong ” ? Temptation has not touched you, Mrs C . . . t ! Forsooth, I do not lie there, For you are only not the thing you aren’t Through being neither. 9
1909 · PDF PAGE 9
A HANDBOOK OF GEOMANCY Agriculture, sorrow, death. Good fortune, feasting, church preferment. War, victory, fighting. Power, magistracy. Love, music, pleasure. Science, learning, knavery. Travelling, fishing, &c. vxwvOars In diagram, p. 144, the Sigil of Hismael should be used. In marking points fix attention on Sigil and on the question proposed ; the hand should not be moved from the paper till complete. It is convenient to rule lines, to guide the eye. The daughters are derived by reading the mothers horizontally. The four nephews, Figures I…
1910 · PDF PAGE 462
…it, not by will. And all his lust to win the quest Is but a passive-mild devotion. (Ay! soon the blood shall run right chill —And is not death the Lord of Rest ?) There as he basks upon the cliff He yearns toward the Beast ; his eyes Are moist with love; his lips are fain
1910 · PDF PAGE 472
XXXVII Sir Paramens is sick to death! The staring eyen, the haggard face! God grant to him the Beauteous Breath! God send the Goodly Gift of Grace! There is a white cave by the sea Wherein the knight is hid away. Just ere the night falls, spieth he The sun’s last shaft flicker astray. All day is dark. There, there he mourns His wasted years, his purpose faint. A million whips, a million scorns Make the knight flinch, and stain the saint. For now! what hath he left? He feeds On limpets and wild roots. What odds? There is no need a mortal needs W…
1910 · PDF PAGE 462
…it, not by will. And all his lust to win the quest Is but a passive-mild devotion. (Ay! soon the blood shall run right chill —And is not death the Lord of Rest ?) There as he basks upon the cliff He yearns toward the Beast ; his eyes Are moist with love; his lips are fain
1910 · PDF PAGE 472
XXXVII Sir Paramens is sick to death! The staring eyen, the haggard face! God grant to him the Beauteous Breath! God send the Goodly Gift of Grace! There is a white cave by the sea Wherein the knight is hid away. Just ere the night falls, spieth he The sun’s last shaft flicker astray. All day is dark. There, there he mourns His wasted years, his purpose faint. A million whips, a million scorns Make the knight flinch, and stain the saint. For now! what hath he left? He feeds On limpets and wild roots. What odds? There is no need a mortal needs W…
1929 · PDF PAGE 286
286 Though the upper river passes through hilly country, it still signals its sinister message of decay and death. A dramatic incident had stamped the fact on my memory. On the steamer was an old man, a distinguished official who had intended to retire from the service and take his pension a month or two before. He had been personally requested by the lieutenant governor to postpone his return to England that he might facilitate the arrangements for the visit of the Prince of Wales. The conversation of Europeans in these parts {467} of the eart…
1954 · PDF PAGE 516
…n is set in motion against him. Then, something snaps; either they succeed in killing him (Ross, who defeated malaria, nearly starved to death) or they make him a baronet, or a peer, or make his death a Day of National Mourning, and bury him in the Pantheon-aux grands hommes fa patrie reconnaissante-like Pasteur after one of the most infamous campaigns of persecution in history. Then, of course, entertainment must be standardized. It costs money to produce; and who will produce anything which can only appeal to the very few-to none at all, soon…
1901 · PDF PAGE 112
…apen heads, and urge Horrible visions of decaying Time. For in the fiery dusk arise distorted Grey shapes in moonless phosphorus glow of death; The keen light of the eyes thrust back and thwarted, The quick scent stabbed by the miasma breath. The day is over, when the lizard darted, A flash of green, the emerald outclassed; Night is collapsed upon the vale: departed All but the Close, suggestive of the Vast. The heavy tropic scent-inspiring gloom Clothes the wide air, the circumambient ether.
1906 · PDF PAGE 31
…t. Seven times I strove to slay me: filled My mouth with sand to choke my breath. In vain! No loftier purpose willed The iron miracle of death. So, blind and strangled, I survive. So, with my skin a single scar, I hail the night, the night alive With Hathor for the evening star. O beauty! See me broken, burned Lone on the languorous Lybian plain! Is there one lesson to be learned 23
1906 · PDF PAGE 83
…tered, ruined thing! A ship dismasted on a dreadful sea! And you—afar—some word of largesse fling Pitifully worded for more cruelty! His death lends savour to our passionate life ; His is the heart I taste upon your tongue; 75
1910 · PDF PAGE 114
106 Ecstasy stronger than Death. for the descending Shiva upon his devotee. The eunuch’s voice is the shrill sound heard by adepts at the moment of union with the divine. The gar- den is of course the sphere of the trained soul. 9. This is a very literal translation ; it is either an accident, or shows a high degree of scientific knowledge. The dependence of sound on air was discovered in Europe by Hawksbee in 1705. (Hawksbee first performed the “ bell in vacuo ” experiment in 1705. Newton (Principia Vol. III, 1687), gave an inaccurate formula …