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Page 53 of 1231929 · PDF PAGE 131
…y varying in quantity according to the size and health of the animal, and in quality according to its mental and moral character. At the death of the animal this energy is liberated suddenly. The animal should therefore be killed 1 within the Circle, or the Triangle, as the case may be. so that its energy cannot escape. An animal should be selected whose nature accords with that of the ceremony — thus, by sacrificing a female lamb one would not obtain any appreciate quantity of the fierce energy useful to a Magician who was invoking Mars. In su…
1903 · PDF PAGE 8
… the disentangled doom ” He paused, sighing, then continued— “ To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love, and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent : This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful, and free : This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory.” The last phrase pealed trumpet-wise : he sank back into thought. “ Yes,” he said slowly,…
1906 · PDF PAGE 9
…orld; and in the world these are. So every cathedral is the world, and the archi- tect of Notre Dame deserved his heaven. To me life and death have most often appeared in majesty and beauty, in solemnity and horror; in I B
1913 · PDF PAGE 147
… the simple truth As it has been through centuries in those isles Which neither live nor die But are immortal . The refrains of love And death and tragedy Seem sad by very changelessness . The world In the forthflow of time So new , is yet so hopeless and so old , That every tear we shed Is but a repetition of those tears Which perhaps Sappho shed . The same chant murmurs in the ageless sea As Homer turned to words , 128
1899 · PDF PAGE 103
…glade, Who saw a maid So bright that mists were dim upon his eyes, And yet he spies So sweet a vision that his gentle breath Sighed into death: And others say that here the fairies bring The fairy king, And crown him with a flower of eglantine, And of the vine Twist him a throne made perfect with wild roses, And gathered posies From all the streams that wander through the vale, And crying, “ Hail! “ All hail, most beautiful of all our race!” Cover his face With blossoms gathered from a fairy tree Like foam from séa, So delicate that mortal eyes…
1901 · PDF PAGE 14
…e Shall sink in peace, I see thy rotten power Break as the crumbling ice-floe in the thaw. Destruction shatters thy blood-builded tower. Death has thee in his maw. 12
1901 · PDF PAGE 105
…ems to waft up a sweeter savour there, Where God’s grave ear takes prayer. O desecrated lovers! O divine Passionate martyrs, virgin unto death! O kissing daughters of the unfed brine! O sisters of the west wind’s pitiful breath, There is One that pitieth! One far above the heavens crowned alone, Immitigable, intangible, a maid, Incomprehensible, divine, unknown, Who loves your love, and to high God hath said: ‘To me these songs are made!”
1909 · PDF PAGE 203
…Leave me to solitude, leave me to night! Is there no moon to enkindle the height? Vv See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up the death of the Star, and renews Life in cascades of peonian hues ! Nay, but she curves to arise, to increase; Glamour on glamour to sicken and cease. How shall the warrior win to the peace? Fade, O thou moon, in thy magical bark! Sink in the ocean thy silvery spark ! Leave me, ah leave me alone in the dark! N 193,
1909 · PDF PAGE 203
…Leave me to solitude, leave me to night! Is there no moon to enkindle the height? Vv See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up the death of the Star, and renews Life in cascades of peonian hues ! Nay, but she curves to arise, to increase; Glamour on glamour to sicken and cease. How shall the warrior win to the peace? Fade, O thou moon, in thy magical bark! Sink in the ocean thy silvery spark ! Leave me, ah leave me alone in the dark! N 193,
1911 · PDF PAGE 53
…for drouth Of the passion-flower fallen from the other side Of time and space the tedious tide. Lie there, lie there, and let me bleed To death in the breath of the murderous mouth I 45
1911 · PDF PAGE 53
…for drouth Of the passion-flower fallen from the other side Of time and space the tedious tide. Lie there, lie there, and let me bleed To death in the breath of the murderous mouth I 45
1944 · PDF PAGE 243
…alance is exact. m In Mother‐Deeps of Ocean the GodMan Hangs, Lamp of the Abyss Aeonian. n Eagle, and Snake, and Scorpion! The Dance Of Death whirls Life from Trance to Trance to Trance. s Solve, coagula! By V.I.T.R.I.O.L. shewn, The Tincture, the Elixir, and the Stone. y Ιο παν! upon the summits the God‐goat Leaps in wild lust of ecstasy afloat. p Bellona, scream! Unhood the Hawks! The roar Of Universes crashing into War! h Nuit, our Lady of the Stars! Event Is all Thy play, sublime Experiment! q Witchmoon, upon thy beck of blood afloat The …
1898 · PDF PAGE 31
…mult awaken ; When foam by fresh foam overtaken Boils sanguine and fervent and free. For its sides are a million of paces; Its centre is Death as he stands Pale-horsed, where the iciest places Chill blood in the furious hands. He stands like a spectre, and urges The horsemen in thunderous surges On columns where blood not asperges The splashing of struggling bands. The sword is like lightning in battle, The spear like the light of a star; It strikes on the shield, and the rattle Of arrows is hail from afar.
1905 · PDF PAGE 179
…breast. Her love is like pain, but enchanted : Her kiss is an opiate breath Amorously panted : her fervours last granted Are sorrow, and death.
1910 · PDF PAGE 476
…e upon That knight. His lance-head fairly struck The barred strength of his morion, And rolled the stranger in the muck. “ Now, by God’s death!” quoth Palamede, His sword at work, “I will not leave So much of thee as God might feed His sparrows with. As I believe The sweet Christ’s mercy shall avail, So will I not have aught for thee ; Since every bone of thee may rail Against me, crying treachery.
1910 · PDF PAGE 476
…e upon That knight. His lance-head fairly struck The barred strength of his morion, And rolled the stranger in the muck. “ Now, by God’s death!” quoth Palamede, His sword at work, “I will not leave So much of thee as God might feed His sparrows with. As I believe The sweet Christ’s mercy shall avail, So will I not have aught for thee ; Since every bone of thee may rail Against me, crying treachery.
1928 · PDF PAGE 87
…dazzles and the sea glitters; the tired world has given up its work and is taking its siesta; a siesta which is a kind of sweet-savoured death, where the sleeper, half awake, tastes the pleasures of his annihilation. Dorothy, however, as strong and as bright as the sun, walks in the deserted street; at this hour she is the sole living being under the mighty vault of blue; she makes a startling black blot upon the light. She moves forward, softly swaying her deli- cate torso on her broad hips; her robe of cling- ing silk, bright rose in colour, …
1901 · PDF PAGE 67
THE FATAL FORCE 5 3 Glow from his palace, as the sun Leaps to the spring, whose coursers run Flaming before their golden master, As death and winter and disaster Fall from the Archer’s bitter kiss Fast to their mute abyss. The pale sweet blooms of lotos burn ; The scent of spring is in the soul; Men’s spirits to the loftiest turn; Light is extended and made whole. The waters of the whispering Nile Lisp of their loves a little while, Then break, like songsters, into sighing, Because the lazy days are dying; And swift and tawny streams must rise …
1902 · PDF PAGE 105
…aden kiss Cleaves where thy bosom is A throne of beauty for thy throat and face ! In these dark joys and exquisite despairs, O Love, let Death lay finger unawares ! 103
1909 · PDF PAGE 337
…From all that ruin am I risen! Pure still, the virgin moon beguiles My azure passage with her smiles. Now! O what love divine redeems My death, and bathes it in her beams! What sacring transubstantiates My flesh and blood, and incarnates The quintessential Pan? What shore Stretches beyond this secret door? Hail! O thou sevenfold star of green, Thou fourfold glory—all this teen Caught up in ecstasy—a boon To pass me singing through the moon! Nay! I knew not what glory shone Gold from the breathless bliss beyond: But this I know that I am gone To…