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Page 64 of 1201913 · PDF PAGE 101
…Steals the godhead—to my breast! JOANNA [Within]. Mute, magnificently male, Hidden in the holy veil, Thou and I prepare the rite Of this night of his delight. Joun [Within]. Every brother to his ward ! Every hand to hilt of sword ! Every buckler to its arm, Lest the Holy One take harm ! (Without, a clash of steel. Chorus. The warrior lords are wake and ware, Three hundred blades of steel are bare. Their threescore corporals stand steady. Five captains, all alert and ready, Watch, lion-heart, against surprise, As each man had an hundred eyes. [4…
1913 · PDF PAGE 101
…Steals the godhead—to my breast! JOANNA [Within]. Mute, magnificently male, Hidden in the holy veil, Thou and I prepare the rite Of this night of his delight. Joun [Within]. Every brother to his ward ! Every hand to hilt of sword ! Every buckler to its arm, Lest the Holy One take harm ! (Without, a clash of steel. Chorus. The warrior lords are wake and ware, Three hundred blades of steel are bare. Their threescore corporals stand steady. Five captains, all alert and ready, Watch, lion-heart, against surprise, As each man had an hundred eyes. [4…
1961 · PDF PAGE 127
…usin Arthur Machen hath rejoiced to make plain unto Men in his Book called Hieroglyphics, the first Quality of Art is its Ekstacy. So, night to all Men at one Time or other, cometh Joy of Creation, with the Belief that their Utterance is holy and beautiful, glorious with Banners. This would indeed be the Case, an we could discern their Thought from their Words; but because they have no technical Skill to express hemselves, the do not enable others to reproduce or recreate he original Passion which inspired them, or even any Memory hereof. Und…
1901 · PDF PAGE 108
…the Sons of Men ! ” “ Thy name is—stay ! thou liest ! I discern In Thee no terror that my spells evoke. Begone, thou wandering corpse of night ! return Into thy shadowy world ! My symbols burn Against thee, shade of terror ! Go ! ” It spoke : “ Yea ! I am human. Know my actual truth : I am that ghost, the father of thy youth ! ” “ Poor wandering phantom ! ”—the exultant yell And wolfish howling of all damnéd souls Peals from the ravening jaws and gulfs of hell : Leaps that foul horror through the terrible Extinguished circle of the burning bowl…
1905 · PDF PAGE 63
…ight? Tuned without fingers, the wild woods lift high The wordless chant, the murmurous melody, The song that dwells like moon-enkindled night. We draw from low palm groves and cedar hills, From stern grey slumbers, for thy music fills All earth with unimaginable delight. Have we not brought the leaves dew-diamonded, The buds fresh-gleaming, star-blossoms, and shed Our scent and colour and song around thy sacred head? We that are flowers are kindled in thy praise, Even as thy song shed lustre and swift rays, Darting to brighten and open the fol…
1910 · PDF PAGE 74
…y, Hawaii. Here she stands Queen of all laughters lands That dance for dawn, lie tranced in leisured noon, Dreaming through day towards night, Craving the perfumed light Of the stars lustrous, and the gem-born moon. Dewy with clustered diamond, The long land swoons to sleeps : the sea sleeps and yet wakes beyond. Here, in the crescent beach and bay, the sea, Curven and carven in warm shapes of dream, Answers the love-song of the lilied stream, And moves to bridal music. Stern and free, The lion-shapen headland guards the shore ; The ocean, the…
1926 · PDF PAGE 12
…els! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you! 64. I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sun- set; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky. 65. To me! To me! 66. The Manifestation of Nuit is at an end. 12
1905 · PDF PAGE 202
…ill, my sisters! as God shall not forget. It is ill to blaspheme the silence with a wicked whispered thought— How still they were, those nights ! when this web of things was wrought ! How still, how terrible! O my dolorous tender brides, As I lay and dreamt in the dark by your shameful beautiful sides ! And now you are mine no more, I know; but I cannot bear The curse—that another is drunk on the life that stirs your hair: Every hair was alive with a spark of mid- night’s delicate flame, ; Or a glow of the nether fire, or au old illustrious sha…
1905 · PDF PAGE 109
…deless traverse of this mountain, one of the peaks of the Bernese Oberland. Gray pinnacles of lightning-riven rock fashioned of fire and night. We clomb adown Fantastic cliffs of gnarled stone, and saw The vivid lightning flare in purple robes Of flame along the ridge, and even heard Its terrible crackle, “nid the sullen rear Of answering thunder. Now the driven hail Beat on our faces, while we strove to fling Aloft the axe of forged stecl, encased In glittering ice, and smite unceasingly On the unyielding slope ofiec, as black As those most im…
1919 · PDF PAGE 175
…ress the meaning. The experience itself was in the nature of realization rather than in any language. (Not at all bad. O.M.) Dec. 12. To-night, while walking, I thought that some time, when I can find the right person, it would be well to get him to record for me one of these experiences such as that of last night, during its occurrence; (1) providing I could speak without altering the state of consciousness; (2) providing I could find the neces- sary person. (No good. O.M.) Dec. 15th, 11.50 to 12.9 P.M. Astral Journey. On first trying to proje…
1898 · PDF PAGE 12
…spilt, the broken bread ! I feast upon the cruel cold Pale body that was ripe and red. Only, her head, her palms, her feet, I kissed all 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 ;
1907 · PDF PAGE 209
… WIFE LYSANDER (reads). ‘* The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage." That is an old device. Midsummer Night's Dream, What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal Nature did lament When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory body down the stream was sent Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Lycidas. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star. Where fairer Tempes b…
1911 · PDF PAGE 283
… icy glimmer Shows dimmer, dimmer The awful vaults we traverse. Were the sun Himself the one Glory of space, he would but illustrate The night of Fate. Are not the hosts of heaven in vain arrayed? Their light dismayed * Scherzo: Tschaikowski. 105
1911 · PDF PAGE 283
… icy glimmer Shows dimmer, dimmer The awful vaults we traverse. Were the sun Himself the one Glory of space, he would but illustrate The night of Fate. Are not the hosts of heaven in vain arrayed? Their light dismayed * Scherzo: Tschaikowski. 105
1898 · PDF PAGE 11
…on Naboths field Still living, in her harlots dress ; Her belly stript, her thighs concealed, For shames sake and for loves no less. Night falls ; the gaping crowds abide No longer by her stiffening side. I crept like sleep toward the place That held for me her evil head ; I bent like sin above her face That dying she might kiss me dead. I whispered Jezebel ! She turned, And her deep eyes with hatred burned. Ah ! prophet, come to mock at me And gloat on mine exceeding pain ? Nay, but to give my soul to thee, And have thee spit at …
1899 · PDF PAGE 40
…hful servitors, and ruled Mightiest in the desert, and was lord Of all the marches where my spear might throw Its ominous shadow between night and noon. Yet always I considered my revenge, And purposed, seeking out those kin of mine, To make them as those kings that Gideon slew Hard by the bloody waters of a brook. _ And now ye call me to your help, forsooth! CHORUS. Let no ill memory of an ancient wrong, Most mighty, edge thy sword _ Against the prayer of this repentant song. Dire sorrow of the Lord Consumes our vital breath, and smites us dow…
1899 · PDF PAGE 115
…wn, Or let the summer shower sing through to us, And welcome kisses of the silver rain That raps and rustles in the solitude. But in the night there came to us a cry: “The mountains are your portion, and the hills Your temple, and you are chosen.” Then I woke Pondering, and my lover woke and said : “TI heard a voice of one majestical With waving beard, most ancient, beautiful, Concealed and not concealed; and I awoke, Feeling a strong compulsion on my soul To go some whither.” And the dreams were one (We somehow knew), and, looking such a kiss …
1909 · PDF PAGE 77
… how the stillness grows ! How drowsy is the world, that folds her wings Over us, folding like a sunset rose Her crimson raptures to the night of things ! How all the voices and the visions fail As we pass through into the silent hall Beyond the vapours and beyond the veil, Beyond the Nothing as beyond the Ail! Ah! then, our voice must also fail in this ; Our symbols are but shadows in the sun; Love’s self springs from the shadow of the kiss; Our bliss! O, that was hardly half begun ! We fight the Fate as we have fought the foemen. The poison t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 12
…old are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou pre- sently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but Whoso gives one particle of II
1910 · PDF PAGE 165
…win ? Be mute ! Is Deaths low drumming louder than Lifes lute ? Was I the ass, that fed my body on That crackling grass, long after midnight gone ; Or thou, that shivered all night long for fear The sun delivered no dawn upon the meer ? More, canst thou tell what god may watch thy beacon, Feed it from hell or heaven, ere it weaken, From some anointed sceptre, fiery dew For this appointed, that my soul win through ? Nay ! all we know not anything. Yet raise, Though we must throw our hearts to feed its blaze, The aspiring flame, the passionate …