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Page 69 of 771905 · PDF PAGE 108
…andeur lay, Dying with the sun that faded O’er the plain of granite gray. 1 The ‘‘ Hill of God.” 2 The first King of all Scotland. Snowy white his beard descended, Flecked with foeman’s crimson gore, And he rose and grasped his broadsword, And he prayed to mighty Thor : ‘God of thunder, god of battle, God of pillage and of war, ITear the King of Scotland dying On the Leny’s thundrous shore ! “ Thrice three hundred have I smitten With my single arm this day ; Now of life my soul is weary, Tam old, I pass away. ‘* Grant me this, immortal monarch,…
1905 · PDF PAGE 133
…ite. Then all the forces of the earth shall be Untamable, a shield of Liberty. Freedom shall burgeon like a rose, While in the sky A new white sun with ardour glows On liberty. Men shall sing merrily at work as those Who fear no more to die— Ay! and who fear no more at last to live Since man can love and worship and forgive. 1 See Richard 17/., ii. 1,
1939 · PDF PAGE 56
… mind which can transcend analysis, stable against all thought by virtue of its own self-evident assurance. In the language of the Great White Brotherhood (whom I am here to represent) you cross the abyss. 'Leave the poor old stranded wreck'Ruach'and pull for the shore' of Neschamah. For above the abyss, it is said, as you will see if you study
1905 · PDF PAGE 144
…nds. The traitors and the peoples and the kings That love not righteous things ; They shall behold our wrath, and find our anger stings. White slaves shall look up and behold a hight Grow in the islands of the sacred sea, And on the land whose forehead kisses night And has the dawn upon its wings, whose might Is mightier for the lips of Liberty Pressed on its new-born cheek, when Church and State Drove forth to baffle Fate Our sires and yours, whose fame is grown this year so great. That morning of deliverance is at hand; The world requickens, …
1907 · PDF PAGE 119
…secret whisper of sweet life Shakes in the shell-ear murmurous memories Of the old wonder of young ecstasies In the first hours when the white word of wife She won so hardly out of dark wild strife And mystery of peace ; thine utter ease, Abandoned rapture! Caught and cut by seas Of sudden wisdom, stinging as a knife Swift struck sets all the blood a-tingle. Woe! What wakes within? What holiest intima- tion Of intimate knowledge of the lords of nature ? She sees her fate smile out on her, doth know Her weird of womanhood, her noble station Amon…
1907 · PDF PAGE 73
… poet In ebony hewn. Obeam of discovery under the eyelids awaking The sense of delight! O assent Slow dawning through cream into roses ! white bosom shaking The myrtles of magical scent In the groves of the heart! O the pleasure that runs over all overmeasure, The wine of Event ! O Overmastered the hurl of the world in the hush of our rapture ; Entangled the bird of success Inthesnare of bewildering fancies. Wecapture Delight in the toils of a tress Rough gilded of sunlight and umber with virginal shadows of slumber— Ah ! sorrow, regress ! Till…
1907 · PDF PAGE 83
….| Uncle, you cannot be in earnest. Why, Pll kill myself first—the heart rises at it—God forbids such marriages. Will you dishonour your white hair? ALAIN. Nay, mistress, I will save my brother's memory from shame. BLANCHE, O sir, pity me. There is not a woman in the world but would prefer death to such an union. Is it possible [fa/ters] that you still think this [fozzts to Dinys, who stands embarrassed and ashamed] to be the man ? ALAIN. Frankly, I do. But let me explain to you once for all, Blanche de Malétroit, my way of thinking about this …
1929 · PDF PAGE 346
…od by that of Mary, and once again found favour with the Vatican. I quote a few isolated stanzas: The red sun scorches up our veins; The white moon makes us mad; Pitiless stars insult our pains With clamour glad. At the foot of the Cross is the Mother of God, And Her tears are like rain to enliven the sod, While the Blood of the Lord from his Body that runs Is the heat of the summer, the fire of its suns. See where the cherubim pallid and plumed Swing with their thuribles praises perfumed! Jesus is risen and Mary assumed: Ave Maria! {560} O sor…
1910 · PDF PAGE 352
…cult a dish to a “bun- worry” with Sisters Helen and Leila? From page one to one hundred and eighty this is all warranted pure, like the white and pink sugar mice on a Christmas tree—quite wholesome for little children. Not only can you meet the Adepts but the Adepts’ “lady friends”; you might be in Bloomsbury, but no such luck. Polite conversation takes place upon “advanced occultism,” which strongly reminds us of the pink and paunchy puddings of Cadogan Court. The lady adepts are bashful and shy, but always very proper. The Monastery might be…
1910 · PDF PAGE 352
…cult a dish to a “bun- worry” with Sisters Helen and Leila? From page one to one hundred and eighty this is all warranted pure, like the white and pink sugar mice on a Christmas tree—quite wholesome for little children. Not only can you meet the Adepts but the Adepts’ “lady friends”; you might be in Bloomsbury, but no such luck. Polite conversation takes place upon “advanced occultism,” which strongly reminds us of the pink and paunchy puddings of Cadogan Court. The lady adepts are bashful and shy, but always very proper. The Monastery might be…
1905 · PDF PAGE 98
THE FIVE KISSES gI Through silken curtains that bedeck the bed. | A| swifl white arrow at some recreant Lift up thine head ! star. For night is here, a dragon, to devour The slow sweet hour Filled with all smoke of incense, and the praise More loud than day’s That swings its barren censer in the sky And asks to die Because the sea will hear no hollow moan Beyond its own, Because the sea that kissed dead Sappho! sings Of strange dark things— Shapes of bright breasts that purple as the sun Grows dark and dun, Of pallid lips more haggard for the k…
1905 · PDF PAGE 125
…ed Apart on a lone burning crag of steel, Tortured, cast out ; and yet—I shall abide. ON GARRET HOSTEL BRIDGE.’ HERE in the evening curl white mists and wreathe in their vapour All the gray spires of stone, all the im- mobile towers ; 1 ‘**T shall endure to the end.’’ This was the mystic title taken by Crowley at his first initiation. 2 A bridge on the ‘‘ Backs'' at Cambridge. IIere in the twilight gloom dim trees and sleepier rivers, ITere where the bridge is thrown over the amber stream, Chill is the ray that steals from the moon to the strea…
1907 · PDF PAGE 11
… is trim; The breezes bend the sails. They chant the necromantic hymn, Arouse Arabian tales. To sea! Before us leap the waves ; The wild white combers follow. Invoke, ye melancholy slaves, The morning of Apollo! There’s phosphorescence in the wake, And starlight o’er the prow. One comet, like an angry snake, Lifts up its hooded brow. The black grows grey toward the East: A hint of silver glows. Gods gather to the mystic feast On interlunar snows. The moon is up full-orbed: she glides Striking a snaky ray Across the black resounding tides, The s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 145
… chords, Ye clouds, ye stormy lords, With clamour and shrill voice as of ten thousand swords. Swords that clang sharp on heaven’s anvil, white With heat of God’s own forehead that be- holds The building broken that is made of might, Nor builded firm on justice’ iron height, Nor is not cast in mercy’s silver mould :— Swords sharp to slay, when vengeance must its fill Drink of the bloody rill Wherein men lave their mouths, arise and smite and kill. Listen, all lands, and wonder! For the night Rolls back her beaten iron, and the day Breaks, and th…
1906 · PDF PAGE 38
…eep grief Of that immortal heart that sings beyond belief. How pitiful; how beautiful, the faces ! The long hair shed on shoulders ivory white ! Each note shoots down the dim arboreal spaces Like amber or like hyaline lit with light. Each spirit glimmers in the shadowy places Like hyacinths or emeralds: or the night Shows them as shadows of some antique gem Where moonlight fills its cup and flashes into them. So, in the moony twilight and the splendour Of music’s light, the desolate nightingale Fills all the interlunar air with tender Kisses li…
1905 · PDF PAGE 175
…le, My broken body and my accurséd soul ! Come, come, come, come! Ah! conquer me and kill me ! THE BRIDEGROOM. No passion stirs the cool white throat of her ; No living glory fills the deep dead eyes ; No sleep that breaks her Southern indolence ; Not all the breezes out of heaven, that stir The sleepy wells and woodlands, bid her rise 3 Nor all a godhead’s amorous violence. _She is at peace ; we will go hence. 1 ** Hoc est enim corpus meum,” the words used in the Mass at the elevation of the Host.
1907 · PDF PAGE 8
…ill like sunset’s in hot lands Mid iris and chrysanthemum. Well do I know the shaken sands Within the surf, the beaten bar Of coral, the white nenuphar Of moonrise stealing o’er the bay. So here’s the darkness, and the day Sinks, and a chill clusters, and I Wrap close the cloak : then is it so To-day, you rose-gleam on the snow, My own true lover? Ardently I dare not look: I never looked So: that you know. But insight keen We (laugh and) call not ‘‘ love.” crooked The light swerves somehow. Do you mean— What? There is coldness and regret Set li…
1906 · PDF PAGE 41
…t. I top the mighty wall of fears; the dark wave rolls below. A tall swift ship on wings appears, a cataract of snow Plunging before the white east wind; she meets the eager sea As forest green by thunder thinned meets fire’s emblazonry. Then I sink back upon the breast of mighty- flinging foam, Ride like a ghost upon the crest, the silver- rolling comb ; Float like a warrior to his rest, majestically home. But oh! my soul, what seest thou, whose eyes are open wide? What thoughts inspire me idling now, lone on the lonely tide? Here in the beaut…
1905 · PDF PAGE 197
…m bare, And madness more than will was my con- tent. I moved, and as I moved I was aware! The plain is covered with a many dead. Glisten white bone and salt-encrusted head, Glazed eye imagined, ofa crystal built. And see! dark patches, as of murder spilt. Ugh! ‘‘So thy fellows of the quest are sped ! : Thou shalt be with them: onward, if thon wilt!”
1906 · PDF PAGE 15
…pies red ; They lie in a furious barren bed ; They lie on their faces ; their eyelids lack Tears, and their cheeks are as roses dead ; 0 White are their throats, but upon the back Red blood is clotted in gouts of black.