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…t starlight For dew, and all thy petals shall be dreams Crystallised of the gods who swing the wheels Of the worlds in space; and at the heart of thee Shall be the secret knowledge, the sacred Word, The AOTOS of the throbbing Universe. And the years shall pass in myriads over the Tree Whereon thou bloomest, O my Rose o’ the worlds, And one shall pluck thee forth ; and Love and Death Shall lie together, and there shall be born He who shall bear for ever into life The rose-tipped lilies under the silent stars, The silent stars, and the new-blushi…
1913 · PDF PAGE 217
…t starlight For dew, and all thy petals shall be dreams Crystallised of the gods who swing the wheels Of the worlds in space; and at the heart of thee Shall be the secret knowledge, the sacred Word, The AOTOS of the throbbing Universe. And the years shall pass in myriads over the Tree Whereon thou bloomest, O my Rose o’ the worlds, And one shall pluck thee forth ; and Love and Death Shall lie together, and there shall be born He who shall bear for ever into life The rose-tipped lilies under the silent stars, The silent stars, and the new-blushi…
1907 · PDF PAGE 122
…hou yesterday, to-day, and thou to-morrow ? The mystery of this our life is sorrow. LYETERNEL PRINTEMPS. I. THE eternal spring is in the heart of youth. | They are nearest to the secret of the world, These lovers with their lithe white bodies curled Into the rhythm of a dance; the truth Is theirs that feel, not ours that idly see ; Theirs that inhabit, and not ours that flee The intimate touch of love and think to sleuth By intellect all the scent of being, whirled In the wheel of time—roll back, slow years, and be A monument, a memory for me; …
1906 · PDF PAGE 28
…Selfhood made One with the Everlasting Lords of Life. The Glorified through Trial is My Name. The Rescuer of Matter is My Name. I am the Heart of Jesus girt about With the Swift Serpent! I, Osirified, Stand in this Hall of Twofold Truth and say : Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hathnot formed! Holy art Thou, O Vast and Mighty One! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light! Holy art Thou, O Light above all Gods! O Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy King Ineffable, O Consciousness Divine In whose white Presence, even I, a god, A …
1901 · PDF PAGE 79
…ons and a single mind. “ What is thy purpose, sweet my lord ? ” I pressed One stalwart. “ Ah ! the quest,” he cried, “ the quest.” God’s heart ! the antics, as they toil and shove ! One grabs a coin, one life, another love. All shriek, “ The prize is mine ! ” as men possessed. I was not fooled at anything thereof. Rather I hated them, and scorned for slaves ; “ Fools ! all your treasure is at last the grave’s ! ” Mine eyes had fixed them on the sphinx, the sky. “ Is then this quest of immortality ? ” And echo answered from some unseen caves : M…
1909 · PDF PAGE 24
…he name is like the amorous call Of some bright-bosomed bird in bowers of blue. Tis like the great moon-crested waterfall With hammering heart. ’Tis like the rain of dew That quires to the angel stars. ’Tis like a bell Rung by an holy anchoret to summon Out of the labyrinths of heaven and hell Some grave, majestic, and deep-breasted woman To bring her naked body shining, shining With flowers of heaven or flames of Phlegethon Into his hermit cell, her love entwining Into his life with spells that murmur on Black words! For one thing be you sure …
1909 · PDF PAGE 72
I] First ; let us face the foemen, number them, Measure their arms! Who smiteth us? We wove In grove and garden many a diadem Dewy with all the purity of love. The Hermes of the orchard lets the string Slip from his finger, and the arrow speeds Striking our love beneath the flamy wing So that the héart of heaven breaks and bleeds. That poisoned shaft fed with corrupting germs Hath stricken us to earth : the wound corrodes, Breeding within us all its noisome worms, All the black larvae of the accurst abodes : — The virgin of our reed-shrill ecst…
1912 · PDF PAGE 27
OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 9 She has heavens voice whose silence drowns earths crazy cries MORTADELLO. You are nervous, sweetheart, MAGDALENA. When she frowns, my spirit dies. MORTADELLO. Then, before God, I swear it, she shall drink of steel ! I go now to give order. Be at peace. MAGDALENA. I will. And so good night. My hand is yours to bend and kiss. Let its blood pulse what breast allures to burning bliss. I wouldI wouldI know not what I would. But you Divine it. MORTADELLO. Ah ! MAGDALENA. The night is hot, no wind beats through The hushe…
1913 · PDF PAGE 41
…e Dagger is Mercury: it is used to calm too great heat, by the letting of blood; and it is this weapon which is plunged into the side or heart of the Magician to fill the Holy Cup. Those faculties which come between the appetites and the reason are thus dealt with. The Chain is Salt : it servestobind thewanderingthoughts; and for this reason is placed about the neck of the Magician, where Daath is situated. These instruments also remind us of pain, death, and bondage. Students of the gospel will recollect that in the martyrdom of Christ these t…
1907 · PDF PAGE 13
… Through course of science, full and whole, Without the loss of beauty’s scent, And grace, and subtlety of soul. Ah God! this Law maketh hearts ache, ‘Who eateth shall not have his cake.’’) If XIV. AccEpr measIam! I give All you can take. If you dislike Some fragments of the life I live, They are not yours: I scorn to strike One sword-swift pang against your peace. See! T’mamountaineer. Release That spirit from your bonds: or come With me upon the mountains, cease This dull round, this addition sum Of follies we call France: indeed Cipher! And …
1901 · PDF PAGE 86
74 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. “ You crossed the bridge—no man’s heart trod you there ? ” Then crossed his breast in uttering some prayer : “ I pray you follow of your courtesy, My lord ! ” I followed very bitterly. “ Likes you the sword I gave ? ” I did not dare Answer one word. My soul was hating me. He bade me draw. I silently obeyed. My eye shirked his as blade encountered blade. I was determined he should take my life. “ Went your glance back—encountering my wife ? ” “ Taunt me ! ” I cried ; “ I will not be afraid ! ” My whole soul weary of the co…
1912 · PDF PAGE 58
THE EQUINOX A goodish: lengthy and reverie-like. Yet my heart is well. I spake it audibly. April 5. A vocalized: goodish. (Knocked sideways by 18 malaria; a sharp attack of shivering.) 6. At Shanghai. A very ethereal. 7. Bowled clean over by fever; spent pm. in bed drunk with Dover’s Powder. Quite sufficiently ill to excuse slackness: e. g. I could not even read a light novel. 8. Feeble but convalescent. A . '. nevertheless pretty good for concentration and sincerity; not notable for result. I think I had better begin to renounce idle things, sa…
1912 · PDF PAGE 58
THE EQUINOX A goodish: lengthy and reverie-like. Yet my heart is well. I spake it audibly. April 5. A vocalized: goodish. (Knocked sideways by 18 malaria; a sharp attack of shivering.) 6. At Shanghai. A very ethereal. 7. Bowled clean over by fever; spent pm. in bed drunk with Dover’s Powder. Quite sufficiently ill to excuse slackness: e. g. I could not even read a light novel. 8. Feeble but convalescent. A . '. nevertheless pretty good for concentration and sincerity; not notable for result. I think I had better begin to renounce idle things, sa…
1912 · PDF PAGE 160
…quakes and 3 thousand times 35 many surges, which rest not, neither know any1 time here, One rock bringeth forth a thousand, even as the heart of man doth his thoughts Woel Woel Woel Woel Woel Woel Yea, Woe be to the Earth, for her iniquity is, was, and shall be great Come away] but not your mighty sounds] The Angle of A of V in the tablet of V. The Prince of the Chariot of the Waters. \ ν.Ι. “ Any echoing time between." 118
1912 · PDF PAGE 160
…quakes and 3 thousand times 35 many surges, which rest not, neither know any1 time here, One rock bringeth forth a thousand, even as the heart of man doth his thoughts Woel Woel Woel Woel Woel Woel Yea, Woe be to the Earth, for her iniquity is, was, and shall be great Come away] but not your mighty sounds] The Angle of A of V in the tablet of V. The Prince of the Chariot of the Waters. \ ν.Ι. “ Any echoing time between." 118
1913 · PDF PAGE 328
… delirium of envy! The debauchee spits upon the breast of his mother, and fills with abortions the entrails of death. All these loveless hearts are punished by the most cruel of all tortures, hate. Because—take it to heart !—the expiation is implicit in the sin. The man who does evil is like an earthen pot ill-made; he will break himself: fatality wills it. With the débris of the worlds, God makes stars ; with the débris of souls He makes angels. VI THE SENARY Tue Senary is the number of initiation by ordeal ; it is the number of equilibrium, i…
1913 · PDF PAGE 328
… delirium of envy! The debauchee spits upon the breast of his mother, and fills with abortions the entrails of death. All these loveless hearts are punished by the most cruel of all tortures, hate. Because—take it to heart !—the expiation is implicit in the sin. The man who does evil is like an earthen pot ill-made; he will break himself: fatality wills it. With the débris of the worlds, God makes stars ; with the débris of souls He makes angels. VI THE SENARY Tue Senary is the number of initiation by ordeal ; it is the number of equilibrium, i…
1906 · PDF PAGE 61
…e grasses Abandon the fells. There silence, arrayed as a spectre, Is visible, tangible, near, To the cup of the man pours nectar, To the heart of the coward is fear: Though the desolate waste be enchaunted By a spell that bewilders and chills, To me it is granted to worship the haunted Delight of the hills. To me all the blossoms are seedless, Yet big with all manner of fruit : And a voice in the waste is needless Since my soul in its splendour is mute. Though the height of the hill be deserted, The soul of a man has its mate; With the wide sky…
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
…nd bare breasts tinctured with the south. For lo ! the harlot Jezebel ! Her hands dropped perfume, and her tongue (A flame from the dark heart of hell, The ivory-barred mouth, that stung With unimaginable pangs) Shot out at me, and Hell fixed gangs. Her purple robes, her royal crown, The jewelled girdle of her waist, Her feet with murder splashed, and brown With the sharp lips that fawn and taste, The crimson snakes that minister To those unwearying lust of her. And all her womans scent did drift A steam of poison through the air ; The haze of…
1901 · PDF PAGE 101
…imagine how the years Mingled her wine-cup with the wanton’s tears, And leave her worn and weary and alone; A face of brass, a serpent’s heart of stone. She had one curse: against the cruel men That reared her without knowledge of mankind, Her parents and their leprous faith; but then She had one virtue: pitiful her mind Toward all gentle spirits: she had given Manya sister half a help to heaven; Many a sorrowing soul that knew her face Lovely behind her destiny’s disgrace. The stern Dissenter was a godly man, And robbed his master. Flying from…