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Page 57 of 1231905 · PDF PAGE 114
…y pain, and not A deadness deeper than all pain, a spot And central core of agony in me, One heart-worm, one plague-leprosy, one blot Of death, one anguish deeper than control ?— Then were I fit to gain the Olympian goal And fling forth fiery wailings to the sea, And tune the sun’s ray to my smitten soul! How should I sing who cannot even see? Grope through a mist of changeless misery. An age-long pain—no time in wretchedness ! — As of an hammer annihilating me 115
1899 · PDF PAGE 66
… landing-stage, Yet brimstone joined in wedlock with foul age To burn into its vitals ; thus the breath Of Satyrs wantoning at noon with Death Strained it, and all but cast it loose ; the night Drew on the outer world ; no change of light Was known within those depths, but vermin knew By some strange instinct ; forth the unholy crew Of vampires and swamp-adders drew them out. Alone amid the pestilential rout Charicles crest did glimmer red with wrath, And, stealing from the barge, he drew him forth And writhed into the hut, for latterly So dar…
1910 · PDF PAGE 98
88 BATHYLLUS Comest thou not, O my master, My God, my desirable one ? Each breath is a death, a disaster, Till thou art arisen, O sun ! Why should I wait in the wild, Who am thine, as a dove undefiled In the arms of an ivory child ? My body is oiled and anointed With dews of Thessalian bud ; My nails are all polished and pointed And gilded, wherethrough is the blood Like to a roseate stream In the hills of the west set agleam That flows in its channel of cream. Let us drink, O my Lord, let us fill us With purple Falernian wine ! Thy lips on the…
1919 · PDF PAGE 205
… With the ring of space and eternity, And where the oil, the Holiest Breath, With Its first whisper dedicateth Its new life to a further death. Iwas cold as earth: the night Had given way. One star hung bright Over the church, now gray; I rose up to greet the ray That thrilled through elm and chestnut, lit The grass, made diamonds of it, And bade the weir’s long smile of spray Leap with laughter for the day. The birds woke over all the weald; The sullen peasants slouched afield; The lilies swayed before the breeze That murmured matins in the tr…
1901 · PDF PAGE 39
… night, and did not eat. So, and not otherwise, the word Of God was utterly fulfilled. So, and not otherwise. I heard Her spirit cry, by death not stilled : “ My sin is perfect in thy blood, And thou and I have conquered God.” Now let me die, at last desired, At last beloved of thee my queen ; Now let me die, with blood attired, Thy servant naked and obscene ; To thy white skull, thy palms, thy feet, Clinging, dead, infamous, complete. Now let me die, to mix my soul With thy red soul, to join our hands, To weld us in one perfect whole, To link …
1901 · PDF PAGE 97
…hirling cries of pride, sought out the tomb Where lurking vampires battened, and my steel Has wrought its splendour through the gates of death. My courage did not falter : now I feel My heart beat wave-wise, and my throat catch breath As if I choked ; some horror creeps between The spirit of my will and its desire, Some just reluctance to the Great Unseen That coils its nameless terrors, and its dire Fear round my heart ; a devil cold as ice Breathes somewhere, for I feel his shudder take T
1903 · PDF PAGE 20
… life again ; You old, and all your beauty be Broken, and mine a broken brain. Yet we shall know ; delighting still In the sole laughter death derides In vain; the indomitable will, Still burning in the spirit, guides Our hearts to truth ; we see, we know How foolish were the things he said, And answer in the afterglow How good it is that we are dead. Will you not come? Or, where the surf Beats on the coral, and the palm 18
1905 · PDF PAGE 36
THE CANNIBALS ALL night no change, no whisper. Scarce a breath, But lips closed hard upon the cup of death To drain its sweetest poison. Scarce a sigh Beats the dead hours out ; scarce a melody Of measured pulses quickened with the blood Of that desire which pours its deadly flood Through soul and shaken body ; scarce a thought, But sense through spirit most divinely wrought To perfect feeling ; only through the lips Electric ardour kindles, flashes, slips Through all the circle to her lips again, And thence, unwavering, flies to mine, to drain…
1905 · PDF PAGE 153
…me Drag up the courage in me to dispute The battle with despair: awake the strings Stronger than earth, than the immortal kings Alike of death and life: invoke the sea That I may cross her on the viewless wings Of song, find out the desolating river That girds the earth, unloose the silver quiver, Choosing an arrow of sharp song to run Down to the waters that lament for ever :—. And cleave them! That my song’s insistent spell Rive the strong gates of iron-builded hell, And move the heart of the ill-hearted one. Yea! let me break the portals ter…
1910 · PDF PAGE 146
…rain is afire ! Long after (to men : but a moment To me in my mansion of rest) Is a sundawn to blaze what the glow meant Seen long after death in the west ; A magical æon ! Nor love-song nor pæan, But a flame with a silvery crest. There shall rise a sweet song of the soul Far deeper than love or distress ; Beyond mortals and gods shall it roll ; It shall find me, and crave, and caress. Ah ! me it shall capture In torrents of rapture ; It shall flood me, and fill, and possess.
1913 · PDF PAGE 185
SAROJINI NAIDU . DIRGE . W HAT longer hath she need of loveliness " Whom Death hath parted from her lord's caress ? Of glimmering robes like rainbow -tangled mist, Of gleaming glass or jewels on her wrist , Blossoms or fillet-pearls to deck her head , Or jasmine garlands to adorn her bed ? Put by the mirror of her bridal days . . . Why needs she now its counsel or its praise , Or happy symbol of the henna leaf For hands that know the comradeship of grief , Red spices for her lips that drink of sighs , Or black collyrium for her weeping eyes ? S…
1905 · PDF PAGE 244
… bough—- So let the twittering grow faint and still, And let me fall, fall into the abyss, Your arms—a culminating ecstasy, Darkness and death and rapture. you? Sing to 1 From [Latin pedZ7s, skin. What song? too oft My first great cry of love inaudible Sapped me of music. My tunes are played upon VENUS, Sing me that again! TANNHAUSER. Who is this maiden robéd for a bride, White shoulders and bright brows adorable, The flaming locks that clothe her, and abide, As God were bathing in the fire of Hell? They change, they grow, they shake As sunligh…
1907 · PDF PAGE 106
…rthquake and ruinous fate of kings, Famine and desperate destinies, So in the eyes of Pharaoh shone The hate and loathing that compel In death each damnéd minion Of Set,! the accursed lord of Hell. Yea ! in those globes of fire there sate Some cruel knowledge closely curled Like serpents in those halls of hate, Palaces of the Underworld. 1 The ass-headed deity of the Egyptians, slayer of Osiris. But in the hell-glow of those eyes The ashen skull of Pharaoh shone White as the moonrays that surprise The invoking Druse on Lebanon. Moreover pylon s…
1906 · PDF PAGE 89
… else dream on and let no tears begem Love’s crown of thorns, ensanguine diadem, But let pale kisses blossom, starry shrine Of lips most deathlike, that endure divine _ Past sleep’s, or parting’s, or death’s spoil of them In the pomegranate walks of Proser- pine !! THE FORTY-FIFTH DAY. ‘Peace, fool! I have not done.” Troilus and Cressida, THovu knowest, O Love, how tired our bodies grow Forgotten in quick converse, love to love ; How the flame flickers of the ghost above, The spirit’s kiss; the sleepless to-and-fro Movement of love’s desire too…
1910 · PDF PAGE 66
AMBERGRIS 57 FROM THE MOTHERS TRAGEDY A Death in Thessaly Μόνος Θεών γάρ Θάνατος οϋ δώρων έρά ÆSCH., Fr. Niobe. Farewell ! O Light of day, O torch Althæan ! The strange fruits lure me of Persephone ; I raise the last, the memorable pæan, Storm-throated, mouthed as cave-rolling sea ; I lift the cup : deep draughts of blue Lethean ! My wine to me. O lamentable season of Apollo, When swoops his glory to the golden wave ! As all his children, so their lord shall follow ! The flower he slew, the maiden he would save, As Itylus, light woven, tuned …
1910 · PDF PAGE 25
…iquid life With his in pagan strife ? Or with a grace like God, a stealth like love, Pour on him from above Wine from the purple vats of death ? Nay ! tis no wondershall they wonder then, These bat-eyed newspaper-besotted men, If thou and I have found the Elixir rare That giveth Life to those whoso drinketh it, The Stone beyond compare, The harmony of the Circle and the Square, All that surpasseth mortal wit Even to imagine ? we have found it, Rose, Rose of the Stars, Rose of the utmost snows ! Where ? Where Love knows.
1913 · PDF PAGE 146
…m | Drink to me! Love me! I love thee, My love, my lord—to me! to me! There is no harshness in the breath Of this—is life surpassed, and death ? There is the Snake that gives delight And Knowledge, stirs the heart aright With drunkenness. Strange drugs are thine, Hadit, and draughts of wizard wine! These do no hurt. Thine hermits dwell Not in the cold secretive cell, But under purple canopies With mighty-breasted mistresses Magnificent as lionesses— Tender and terrible caresses! Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes; And massed huge hair about t…
1913 · PDF PAGE 146
…m | Drink to me! Love me! I love thee, My love, my lord—to me! to me! There is no harshness in the breath Of this—is life surpassed, and death ? There is the Snake that gives delight And Knowledge, stirs the heart aright With drunkenness. Strange drugs are thine, Hadit, and draughts of wizard wine! These do no hurt. Thine hermits dwell Not in the cold secretive cell, But under purple canopies With mighty-breasted mistresses Magnificent as lionesses— Tender and terrible caresses! Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes; And massed huge hair about t…
1954 · PDF PAGE 7
… Be Worried? 220 33 The Golden Mean 223 34 The Tao (1) 227 35 The Tao (2) 231 36 Quo Stet Olympus: Where the Gods 240 and Angels Live 37 Death-Fear-Magical Memory 242 38 Woman-Her Magical Formula 247 39 Prophecy 255 40 Coincidence 265 41 Are We Reincarnations of the 271 Ancient Egyptians? 42 This "Self" Introversion 274 43 The Holy Guardian Angel: 279 An Objective Individual 44 "Serious" Style of A.C. or the Apparent 283 Frivolity of Some of My Remarks 45 "Unserious" Conduct of a Pupil 286 46 Selfishness 292 47 Reincarnation 296 48 Morals of Li…
1961 · PDF PAGE 152
…dy BABALON, that plieth Her Scourge upon me, TO MEGA QHRION, to compel me to Creation and to Destruction, which are one, in Birth and in Death, being Love! Blessed be She, uniting the Egg with the Serpent, and restoring Man unto his Mother, the Earth! Blessed be She, that offereth Beauty and Ecstasy in the Orgasm of every Change, and that exciteth thy Wonder and thy Worship by the Contemplation of Her Mind many-wiled! Blessed be She, that hath filled Her Cup with every Drop of my Blood, so that my Life is lost wholly in the Wine of her Rapture!…