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Page 66 of 1201910 · PDF PAGE 120
… snake Or the rush of the Badawi spears. Dawn of desire ! But thy kiss was as fire To thy lovers and princes and peers. Then the ruin of night we beheld, As the sun stormed the heights of the sky With his myriad swords, and compelled The pale tremblers, the planets, to fly. He drave from their place All the stars for a space, From their bastioned towers in the sky. Thrilled through to the marrow with heat We abode (as we glode) on the river. Every arrow he launched from his seat, From the white inexhaustible quiver, Smote us right through, Smot…
1911 · PDF PAGE 279
…ermit bleed, Yet life exude; And Wisdom and the Word of Him Drench the mute mind grown dim With quietude! Fix thy sharp lightnings in my night! My spirit free! Mix with my breath and life and name thy mood And self of Thee. [SOR. GEMINI plays meow’z'nglyf [A short fame. FR. GEMINI. Master, be it thy pleasure to perform the In- vocation of Mercury. [All PROBATIONERS rise and/27in the four others m from of the alta;/.] MERCURY. [Lem/es throne] Majesty of the Godhead, Wisdom-crowned Thoth, Lord of the Gates of the Universe: Thee, Thee we invoke! 0…
1911 · PDF PAGE 284
…e no more. So we, Since hope must be, Look to the future, to the chance minute That life may shoot Some flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray?
1911 · PDF PAGE 279
…ermit bleed, Yet life exude; And Wisdom and the Word of Him Drench the mute mind grown dim With quietude! Fix thy sharp lightnings in my night! My spirit free! Mix with my breath and life and name thy mood And self of Thee. [SOR. GEMINI plays meow’z'nglyf [A short fame. FR. GEMINI. Master, be it thy pleasure to perform the In- vocation of Mercury. [All PROBATIONERS rise and/27in the four others m from of the alta;/.] MERCURY. [Lem/es throne] Majesty of the Godhead, Wisdom-crowned Thoth, Lord of the Gates of the Universe: Thee, Thee we invoke! 0…
1911 · PDF PAGE 284
…e no more. So we, Since hope must be, Look to the future, to the chance minute That life may shoot Some flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray?
1912 · PDF PAGE 119
OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 103 Dance, damn your souls, dance, damn your souls ! Dance to my star That gains to-night the glowing goals of lust and war ! [All dance, fearfully, while LUCREZIA plays wildly, and dances upon the dead body of ZELINA. SCENE IV. Outside St. Marks. Early morning. Enter MORTADELLO wildly with drawn sword, ALESSANDRO, LORENZO, and THE MASKS. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! the foam of stars ! the towers of iron ! the stairs ! The crested comb of demon powers that flares and flares ! The devil take the toasured louse ! Ill trim hi…
1913 · PDF PAGE 156
…heir appointed ways . Fear Him ! He is the Lord of Hosts — and He Listens whenever anybody prays . He never sleeps , but watches day and night ; God is the God of thunder , not of thought : [ Dives enters . He draws His sword in every righteous fight Dives . Who ? 137
1905 · PDF PAGE 41
…are slain anew By manifold hate ; for their tale is few. Few are thy sons, but as fierce as dawn. Sweet are the seconds, weary the days. Nights ? Ah ! thine image a thousand ways Is smitten and kissed on the fiery lawn Where the wash of the waves of thy native bays Laps weary limbs, that of thee have drawn Laughter and fire for their souls in pawn. O thy strong sons they are dark as night, Cruel and barren and false as the sea. They have cherishèd Hell for the love of thee, Filled with thy lust and abundant might, Filled with the phantom desire…
1905 · PDF PAGE 66
…mites ! Diamond and ruby, topaz and sapphire, Emerald and amethyst, one clear bright fire, We are earth’s stars below, as she above hath Night’s. Our sweet clean song pierces the cover, And thin keen notes of music flit and hover Like spirit-birds upon the lyre of this our lover We, children of the mountains, lying low On earth’s own bosom, deep, embowered, flow In wide soft waves of land: upon us sweep The mightiest rivers : in our hollows lie Great lakes: our voices hardly rise, but die In the cold streams of air: shallow and deep: Leagues by…
1912 · PDF PAGE 58
… to no instant purpose may exhaust me for the struggle when it comes. One of those rare cases where a “golden mean " looks well. 9. A at night good: considerable strain in ether. (It is here fitting to mention Fra, P.’s idea of performing this “ Preliminary Invocation " of the Goetia.) The preamble he makes a general concentra— tion of all his magical forces, and a declaration of his will. The Ar Thiao section. He travels to the infinite East among the hosts of angels sum— moned by the words. A sort of "Rising on the Planes," but in a horizontal …
1912 · PDF PAGE 58
… to no instant purpose may exhaust me for the struggle when it comes. One of those rare cases where a “golden mean " looks well. 9. A at night good: considerable strain in ether. (It is here fitting to mention Fra, P.’s idea of performing this “ Preliminary Invocation " of the Goetia.) The preamble he makes a general concentra— tion of all his magical forces, and a declaration of his will. The Ar Thiao section. He travels to the infinite East among the hosts of angels sum— moned by the words. A sort of "Rising on the Planes," but in a horizontal …
1913 · PDF PAGE 144
…ad in evening , as though each still leaf Spoke strange dreams to the sky and setting sun In speech to men and beasts inscrutable . Then night , hushing the day , brought them to sleep , And , haunted , woke the phantoms of still shapes Tossing their muted shadows ' gainst the sky In wild - haired phantasy of plaint unseen . Mighty and stern the earthborn trunks beneath Bore up the mystic splendour of the leaves . Those trunks stood wrinkled with a thousand years And stern to seers as sailless masts in gales , 125
1913 · PDF PAGE 454
…n him, I shall be sad to the day of my death. Formerly, he was always near me, he sometimes touched me, and he used to wake me up in the night to tell me all that I needed to know. Master, I beg of you, let me see him again!” “See whom ?” “ Adonai.” “ Do you know who Adonai is?” “No, but I want to see him again.” “ Adonai is invisible.” “T have seen him.” “ He has no form.” “T have touched him.” “ He is infinite.” “ He is very nearly of my own height.” “The prophets say of him that the hem of his vestment, from the East to the West, sweeps the …
1913 · PDF PAGE 454
…n him, I shall be sad to the day of my death. Formerly, he was always near me, he sometimes touched me, and he used to wake me up in the night to tell me all that I needed to know. Master, I beg of you, let me see him again!” “See whom ?” “ Adonai.” “ Do you know who Adonai is?” “No, but I want to see him again.” “ Adonai is invisible.” “T have seen him.” “ He has no form.” “T have touched him.” “ He is infinite.” “ He is very nearly of my own height.” “The prophets say of him that the hem of his vestment, from the East to the West, sweeps the …
1961 · PDF PAGE 136
… this Unconscious, or Libido, is opposed, for the most Part, to the conscious Will. In the Slave-Ages this is a Truth Universal, or well night to it; for in such Times are Men compelled to Uniformity by the Constraint of Necessity herself. Yea, of old it was a continual Siege of every Man of every Clan, of every Environment; and to relax guard was then Self-murder, or also Treachery. so then no Man might chose his way, until he were Hunter, Fighter, Builder; not any Woman, but she must first be Breeder. Now in the Growth of States by Organisati…
1905 · PDF PAGE 219
…ied, unholy song. O Khephra,? manifest in flesh, Arise, create the world afresh ! The silence of my heart is one With memory’s insatiate night ; I hardly dare to hope the sun. I seek the darkness, not the light. O Lord Harpocrates,? be still The moveless centre of my will ! My sorrows are more manifold Than His that bore the sins of man. My sins are like the starry fold, My hopes their desolation wan. O Nuit,’ the starry one, arise, And set thy starlight in my skies ! In darkness, in the void abyss, I grope with vain despairing arms. The silenc…
1907 · PDF PAGE 22
…seems, Pure and happy and holy; as one would who dreams In the day-time of deep delights no kin to the day, But a flower new-born of the night’s in Hecate’s way. Love is his name, and he bears the ill quiver no more. He has aged as we all, and despairs; but the lady who bore Him, Eros, to ruin the ages, has softened at heart ; He is tamed by the art of the sages, the magical art. No longer he burns and blisters, consumes and corrodes ; He hath Muses nine for sisters; the holy abodes Of the maiden are open to him, for his wrath is grown still ; …
1901 · PDF PAGE 85
THE BRIDEGROOM 71 Such songs were hers. What song is hers to-night When she is smitten in her bridal bed, Because I would not trust the God that gave Her smooth virginity to godlier might, My glory? There she lies divine and dead Because I would not trust the sullen wave Of time; and chose this way—her grave. I had not thought the poison left her so— Smiling, enticing, exquisite. I meant Rather that beauty to destroy, to leave No subtle languors on that breast of snow, No curves by God’s caressing finger bent, To bid me think of her: I would de…
1909 · PDF PAGE 71
…t the Dome for a little, I now return home. I thought to myself, “Let me chuck the whole thing overboard and be sensible, and get a good night’s rest"—and perceived that it would be impossible. I am so far into this Operation that pausing to cast one last glance back O’er the safe road—’twas gone !
1912 · PDF PAGE 31
…ke babe-soft moons of snow. Moons barely three days old, my virgin breasts aglow. Are these worth Magdalenes, that blaze throughout the night. The swart imperious queens ? O read your heart aright ! Spare me, save Venice ! ORLANDO. No. This one thing I demand. To melt your shroud of snow, my sultry sun to brand Your bosom with its fierce intent, its angry ray. MONICA. Our Lady, still they pierce Thy heart. ORLANDO. You answer nay ? MONICA. I answer yes ! ORLANDO. Then wait, my plot is hatched. I dare This hour the fearful fate. Stay hidden he…