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Page 66 of 1281912 · PDF PAGE 30
…ea laps a swimmer’s; Thou, by whose strength and purity and love I leave this land, attain to the above, Come thou rose—red, break on my soul like dawn And gild my peaks, and bid their fountains flow; For in thine absence all their life withdrawn Congealed my being to a sterile snow, Snow fallen from some accursed star to ban All the high hope and heritage 01 man. Come thou, a gleaming goddess of pure pearl, Price of mine homage to the great glad god! Come, saint and satyr praise alike the girl Who to my whole life put the period 01 all fulfilmen…
1904 · PDF PAGE 78
…n in the flame-waves of the light. Light! ever light! I swim far out and follow The footsteps of the wind, and light invades My desolate soul, and all the cypress shades Glow with transparent lustre, and the hollow I thought I had hidden in my heart must swallow The bitter draught of Truth; no Nereid maids Even in my sea are mine; the whole sea’s glades And hills and springs are void of my Apollo— The Sea herself my tune and my desire! The Sun himself my lover and my lyre! CHORUS. This song is sweeter than the honeycomb. MEDEA. Nearly as sweet …
1905 · PDF PAGE 100
… worshipped even ; for I envied Him. So, moving upward to the azure throne, I spread my arms unto that ambient mist ; Lifted my life and soul up to be kissed !
1911 · PDF PAGE 150
…, He under- stood. He understood that she cared nothing, had never cared, would never have given a hair of her head {or all his body and soul. Understanding was to his brain a momentary death. Then with a silent snarl he sprang at her. She and her chair crashed backwards to the floor, and the black leopard was upon her, his teeth sunk in her throat. Edgar Rolles was only just in time. His boot caught the murderer behind the ear—and Edgar Rolles had played football The beast was dead. Edgar stooped and caught her up, blood leaping from her throat…
1911 · PDF PAGE 150
…, He under- stood. He understood that she cared nothing, had never cared, would never have given a hair of her head {or all his body and soul. Understanding was to his brain a momentary death. Then with a silent snarl he sprang at her. She and her chair crashed backwards to the floor, and the black leopard was upon her, his teeth sunk in her throat. Edgar Rolles was only just in time. His boot caught the murderer behind the ear—and Edgar Rolles had played football The beast was dead. Edgar stooped and caught her up, blood leaping from her throat…
1913 · PDF PAGE 235
… Wait! the hour is sped, My songs are turning into dreams again. Oh! now the hour is dead, and I am fain Awake life's young song back to soul again! THE EPILOGUE SHALL they avail, O wind, The things that I have heard? Because I am utterly blind, Did I hear the wings that whirred ? 197
1913 · PDF PAGE 235
… Wait! the hour is sped, My songs are turning into dreams again. Oh! now the hour is dead, and I am fain Awake life's young song back to soul again! THE EPILOGUE SHALL they avail, O wind, The things that I have heard? Because I am utterly blind, Did I hear the wings that whirred ? 197
1914 · PDF PAGE 17
…uchs may safely swill satyrion, Plaster your cancers while you can the knife Comes all too late to give a chance of life. m1 Oh, but the soul is there| as pure and sweet As if you never had defiled it, pure Without attaint, impeccable, complete, Perfect, through all the ages to endure— Ahi! then T love you after all—the years Dissolved in the black bowl—these bitter tears © God! I love you more than I love her, Because you are lost, because you are mere dung. ‘That makes your pearl shine! Stark and sinister The curses wither on my frozen tongue…
1901 · PDF PAGE 129
…I rule The whole mad universe by will extended— Who whispers then, “ O miserable fool ! This night thy might and majesty are ended ; Thy soul shall be required of thee ” ? I heard This voice, and knew it for my proper word ! Yes, mine own voice : the higher spirit speaks, Stemming the hands that guide, the arms that hold, Even the infinite brain : that spirit seeks A loftier dawn of more ephemeral gold— Ephemeral, and eternal : droop thine head, O God ! for thou must suffer this : I said ! Droop thy wide pinions, O thou mortal God ! Sink thy va…
1905 · PDF PAGE 121
…no laugh of all those laughs of hers, Those tender thrills of laughter I used to know. Nor in all nature weep the careless eyes, Nor any soul of life may sympathise, All I once was in this is torn and rended— Scorned and forsaken the lone lyre lies. Hath that not yet some sympathy with me? That lyre that was myself, my heart’s decree And ruler, subtle at the dawn, and splendid Noonwards, and soft at day’s declivity! I flung it in my anguish to the ground. I raise it, and its music hath not found One string or snapped or loosened, and the tune I…
1913 · PDF PAGE 117
…e. Every emotion is an obsession; the most horrible of blas- phemies is to attribute any emotion to God in the macrocosm, or to the pure soul in the microcosm. How can that which is self-existent, complete, be moved} It is even written that "torsion about a point is iniquity." But if the point itself could be moved it would cease to be itself, for position is the only attribute of the point. The Magician must therefore make himself absolutely free in this respect. It is the constant practice of Demons to attempt to terrify, to shock, to disgust…
1913 · PDF PAGE 158
Harold Monro . Lazarus . Thy soul ! Joscelyn . 'Tis Lazarus . Lazarus . Dives , thou hast none. God knows thee not. I speak in no extreme: The rich have forfeited their souls — not one Can enter Heaven . Do not thou blaspheme ! Men praise the rich : once I was one of those . But, now I know the restfulness of dearth , I would not sacrifice my tattered clothes For all the gathered fortunes of the earth . [ Lazarillo appears . God is not found in strife , nor in the mart ; He is not on the land nor in the sea , But deep in the recesses of the hea…
1901 · PDF PAGE 102
90 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Quivers before him, whose vast eyebrows bend, A million comets : for his locks extend A million flashing terrors : on his breast He bears a mightier cuirass : for his vest All heaven blazes : for his brows a crown Roars into the abyss : his mighty frown Quells many an universe and many an age— Yea, many eternities ! His nostrils rage With fire and fury, and his feet are shod With all the splendours of the avenging God. I see him and I tremble ! But my hand Still flings its gesture of supreme command Upwards ; my voice sti…
1907 · PDF PAGE 108
…n before I die l ” And, as I kissed her, tenderly Shone like pale flames the sudden spheres Of dewy light, of eager tears. She touched my soul’s divinest chord: “I am so happy, dear my Lord.” And, breaking to the spirit bliss, “I go, dear. 0 so keen to kiss Our baby when I get to God ! ” Charrningl Why, damn it now! that’s odd. I’m surely in my dotage, Dick! A sniveller makes me fairly sick. —Well, here’s the Devil in Eden still; No good we do but turns to ill: Art '5 but a crust o’er Nature’s chasms. Death caught her with his comic spasms. They…
1909 · PDF PAGE 52
… dissolves the brain. XIII Forgive me, o my holy and happy maid, Lola, sweet Lola, for the imagination Of all things monstrous that your soul dismayed Reads on the palimpsest of my elation. Simple and sweet and chaste our love is ever, And these its wild and mystic characters That rage and storm in impotent endeavour To unveil our glory to our worshippers. Lola, dear Lola, mystic maiden o’ mine, Let us not mingle with the ribald rout That throng our temple. Close, Palladian shrine, With our reverberate glory rayed about! Abide within — with me!…
1912 · PDF PAGE 81
…int of God ! GABRIELE. Spew, spew Gods agony and death. Black period Of all my hopes. [He dies. MONICA. There goes to his master a lost soul. SOLDIERS. Well follow you. MONICA. Who knows the glory of my goal ? SOLDIERS. To the palace ! MONICA. No, my friends, obey your orders still. It is the prison that ends my passage. All my will
1913 · PDF PAGE 145
…her stars With a pure heart (Her incense burned Of gums and woods, in gold inurned), And let the serpent flame therein A little, and thy soul shall win To lie within her bosom. Lo! Thou wouldst give all—and she cries: No! Take all, and take me! Gather spice And virgins and great pearls of price| Worship me in a single robe, Crowned richly! Girdle of the globe, 105
1913 · PDF PAGE 145
…her stars With a pure heart (Her incense burned Of gums and woods, in gold inurned), And let the serpent flame therein A little, and thy soul shall win To lie within her bosom. Lo! Thou wouldst give all—and she cries: No! Take all, and take me! Gather spice And virgins and great pearls of price| Worship me in a single robe, Crowned richly! Girdle of the globe, 105
1961 · PDF PAGE 130
…m free to do his own Will, but to mask thy Will is to falsify one of the Beacons by which he may steer his Ship. My son, all division of Soul, that begetteth Neurosis and Insanity, cometh from wrong Adjustment to Reality, and to Fear thereof. Wilt thou then hide Truth from thy Brother, lest he suffer? Thou dost not well, but confirmest him in Iniquity, and in Illusion, and in Infirmity of Spirit. h
1907 · PDF PAGE 73
… splendid currents fervid of passion ; Float to seas of an unassailable silence Down the river of love. The words are awakened : Let the soul beasleep. The dawn is upon us. XXVII. Ecstasy, break through poetry's beautiful barriers, Intricate webs, labyrinthine mazes of music ! Leap, love, lightning’s self, and, athwart the appalling Evil clouds of an agony bound by existence, Enter, avail me, exult! In the masses of matter Nothing avails; in the splendour spirit is, nothing. Give me love; I am weary of giants colossal, Royal, impossible things;…