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…I loved you al- ways ; it was but a boy’s folly ; forgive me ! I may never cling to you on earth again : pray God that Heaven may be one long, long life of such bliss as we had of one another long ago by yon slow stream on whose banks I have wandered (many a time since) crying like a lost soul concerning you in the words of Milton lamenting his beauteous- buttocked Lycidas “ Oh ! who hath reft my dearest pledge ? ” Alas ! neither Fate nor God could I ac- cuse : the dread hollow voice of my own stricken soul answered me “ Thine own folly, thou m…
1899 · PDF PAGE 50
…the war. | But Victory lights on the banner Of Israel like to a bird; It flaps in the air, and Hosanna! Flings up to the sky for a word! Long streams of light horsemen are flashing Through fields where the tempest was lashing, Through the pools of the battle-blood splashing, Long swords to the rout of the herd. For fighters slip down on the dying, And flying folk stumble on dead, And the sound of the pitiless crying Of slaughter is heavy and red, The sound of the lust of the slayer As fierce as a Persian’s prayer, And the sound of the loud harp…
1929 · PDF PAGE 35
… subconsciousness when coma inhib- ited consciousness. It is this experiment that I now force myself to nar- rate. The prologue has been long; it has been necessary to put the facts before mankind in a simple way so that they may seize the opportunity of the proper kind of suicide. I beg my readers most earnestly not to doubt my statements: the notes of our experiments, left in my will to the greatest thinker now living, Professor von Buhle, will make clear the truth of my relation, and the great and terrible necessity of immediate, drastic, ac…
1909 · PDF PAGE 145
…th glee At each spasm he drew from the breast of me, And the mystery of Panic mirth Lay bare in the sight of a man. XIII And many a love long since I’ve known, And many a city rare ; I have sung and harped, I have fought and flown, I have wandered everywhere. But the thought of that day by the water-side, The god’s hot breath and the hidden bride, Makes me more shy as I wander alone, Unknowing whither I fare. XIV And in the morning Pan rose and fled, And left me alone to sleep; And long I lay in a slumber dead. Then on hands and knees did I cre…
1909 · PDF PAGE 145
…th glee At each spasm he drew from the breast of me, And the mystery of Panic mirth Lay bare in the sight of a man. XIII And many a love long since I’ve known, And many a city rare ; I have sung and harped, I have fought and flown, I have wandered everywhere. But the thought of that day by the water-side, The god’s hot breath and the hidden bride, Makes me more shy as I wander alone, Unknowing whither I fare. XIV And in the morning Pan rose and fled, And left me alone to sleep; And long I lay in a slumber dead. Then on hands and knees did I cre…
1902 · PDF PAGE 139
…t its path.— So he Cried out upon me " Till this barren staff Take life, and bud, and blossom, and bear fruit, And shed sweet scent — so long God casteth thee Out from His glory !" Stricken, smitten, slain— When—one unknown, a pilgrim with the rest. Darting long rugged fingers and deep eyes. Reached to the sceptre with his word and will — Buds, roses, blossoms ! Lilies of the Light ! Bloom, bloom, the fragrance shed upon the air ! ^i7
1899 · PDF PAGE 228
206 MYSTERIES: Our prows with seaweed, such as wise men seek For cleansing of their altars with slow blood Wrenched from the long dark leaves, with fingers weak With age and toil; to stem the restless flood That boils between the islands; to attain The ultimate ice, where some calm hero stood And looked one last time for a sail in vain, And looking upward not in vain, lay down And died, to pass where cold and any pain Are not. So still the night is, like the crown Most white of the high God that glittereth, The stars surround the moon, and Nere…
1910 · PDF PAGE 18
… one moment bonds of clay, And touch the day With pallid, wistful lips beyond the earth, And bring to birth New thoughts with which life long has travailed ; As if one dead Should rise and utter secrets of the tomb, And from hells womb Or heavens breast bring all the load of fears, Toils of long years, Sorrows of life and agonies of death, Hard caught-up breath, The labouring hands of love, the cheeks of shame, The gloomy flame Of lust, the cruel torment of desire More than hell fire, And bid them fade, as if the bryony Let her flower die, An…
1912 · PDF PAGE 202
THE EQUINOX VI THE QUEEN OF THE THRONES OF FLAME Queen of Wands A CROWNED Queen with long red—golden hair, seated upon a Throne, with steady flames beneath. She wears a corslet and buskins of scale-mail, which latter her robe discloses Her arms are almost barei On cuirass and buskins are leopard’s heads winged, and the same symbol surmounteth her crown. At her side is a couchant leopard on which her hands rest. She bears a long wand with a very heavy conical head. The face is beautiful and resolute. Adaptability, steady force applied to an objec…
1912 · PDF PAGE 202
THE EQUINOX VI THE QUEEN OF THE THRONES OF FLAME Queen of Wands A CROWNED Queen with long red—golden hair, seated upon a Throne, with steady flames beneath. She wears a corslet and buskins of scale-mail, which latter her robe discloses Her arms are almost barei On cuirass and buskins are leopard’s heads winged, and the same symbol surmounteth her crown. At her side is a couchant leopard on which her hands rest. She bears a long wand with a very heavy conical head. The face is beautiful and resolute. Adaptability, steady force applied to an objec…
1922 · PDF PAGE 158
144 The Diary of a Drug Fiend . Cockie came back for lunch with a very long face. Mr. Wolfe gave him a good talking-to about money. Well, that’s perfectly right. We had been going the pace. Cockie wanted to take me out and buy me some jewellery to replace what was stolen; but I wouldn’t let him, except a new watch and a wedding ring. I’ve got a horrid feeling about that. It’s frightfully unlucky to lose your wedding ring. I feel as if the new one didn’t belong to me at all. We had a long talk about Gretel being away. We tried one or two places,…
1905 · PDF PAGE 120
…nd with a shudder I flung the door to. Mind And body sank a huddled wreck behind. Nought stirred. Draws hither the grim doom of Fate ? A long, long, while. Now—in the central core Of my own room what accents of keen hate Triumphant malice, mockery satiate, Rings in the voice above the storm’s wild roar ? It cries “ Open the door ! Open the door ! ”
1913 · PDF PAGE 114
…e . Lifts up his voice , elate , And carols blithe and free ; For to create Is ecstasy . Pain has but little worth For those who travail long To bring to birth A son , a song .
1929 · PDF PAGE 42
…dard. The conviction of immortality must naturally destroy all values for this sense. If I am immortal, what is the difference between a long time and a short time? A thousand years and a day are obviously the same thing from the point of view of for ever. There is a subconscious clock in us, a clock wound up by the experience of the race to go for seventy years or so. Five minutes is a very long time to us if we are waiting for an omnibus, an age if we are waiting for a lover, nothing at all if we are pleasantly engaged or sleeping.1 We thin…
1902 · PDF PAGE 11
PREFACE AS, after long observation and careful study, the biologist sees that what at first seemed isolated and arbitrary acts are really part of a series of regular changes, and presently has the life-history of the being that he is examin- ing clear from Alpha to Omega in his mind ; as, during a battle, the relative importance of its various incidents is lost, the more so owing to the excitement and activity of the combatant, and to the fact that he is himself involved in the vicissitudes which he may have set himself to observe ; while even …
1922 · PDF PAGE 262
… something faintly attractive about the bustle of humanity. There was a momentary regret about leaving it. Yet we had already left it so long, so long ago, in every intelligible sense of the word. We should, I suppose, have been classed as human beings by statisticians, but surely by nobody else. We could never return to their midst. And even in the midst of our wretchedness, we felt a repulsion of contempt for the ruck of humanity which made us content to widen the gap between them and ourselves. Why preserve the outward semblance of these fut…
1899 · PDF PAGE 229
…ll their warriors fell back a space, _ And all the air rang out with sudden cries, Seeing the death and fury of my face, And feeling the long sword sweep out and kill, Till there was won the slippery path, the place Whence I might sever the white cords, and fill The ship with tangled wreckage of the sail. All this I did, and bore the blade of ill Back, dripping blood, to thee most firm and pale Who held our rudder, all alone, and stood Fierce and triumphant in the rising gale, Bent to my sword, and kissed the stinging blood, _ While the good sh…
1909 · PDF PAGE 27
A HANDBOOK OF GEOMANCY That the Querent’s loss in business has been principally owing to his own mismanagement; that he will have a long and hard struggle, but will meet with help from friends; that his obstacles will gradually give way; and that after much anxiety he will eventually recoup himself for his previous losses. II L 161
1913 · PDF PAGE 233
… bud the butterfly of thought Hovers; around the red Rose of the Will He lingers, seeking for the honey wrought In its golden heart; the long hours linger still In silent sweetness, and from flower to flower He brings desire of love from hour to hour. The song is sung; the way is sharply set Under dim willowy woods; the thing is done: For me no more to linger or regret; Fulfilment comes, in sight of day and sun. From night's dense darkness let the spark be struck, With life for candle, and with love for luck. Green Night, the virgin mother of m…
1913 · PDF PAGE 233
… bud the butterfly of thought Hovers; around the red Rose of the Will He lingers, seeking for the honey wrought In its golden heart; the long hours linger still In silent sweetness, and from flower to flower He brings desire of love from hour to hour. The song is sung; the way is sharply set Under dim willowy woods; the thing is done: For me no more to linger or regret; Fulfilment comes, in sight of day and sun. From night's dense darkness let the spark be struck, With life for candle, and with love for luck. Green Night, the virgin mother of m…