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…eaded Hound. Up still and staggering to the doubtful goal, Feet dragging horribly behind, I move Deathlike for dearth and for despair of soul ; At last Idrop. From Heaven there comes a Dove Bearing the semblance of the Man I love, And fountains and fresh grass by magic spell Are suddenly around me. And above I hear the voice my visions know so well : ‘Well striven all this day against the power of Hell!” I know these mercies still diviner grow Each day I strive. But should I sit and rest One hour of dawn, and cry, ‘‘I will not go Another step w…
1904 · PDF PAGE 20
…ld advisers well he groups Into a closer company ; their lore He ardently acquires — he loops no loops, But — Bacon — grapples them to’s soul, with steely hoops ! You, lass, may see here for this Boy’s companions Virtue and Peace of Mind, Prudence, Respect,
1909 · PDF PAGE 59
…ager violence And sexless mouthings, that repugnant roll oe Aborts the gods of cosmic permanence. Their bestial billows on the snow-pure soul. a 43 a
1912 · PDF PAGE 87
… Stuff ! 2ND VOICE. Its true ; its cried abroad. ALESSANDRO. So for a pedlars wares ! Do you believe him ? Ass ! 1ST VOICE. No, on my soul its true ! I swear it by the Mass. ALESSANDRO. How do you know for sure ? Im Thomas, want to see The prints o the nails, the wound i the side ! 2ND VOICE. Its true, trust me ! 3RD VOICE. And if its true, by God, theres not a man that quails. Well tear the prison down with our own finger-nails. ALESSANDRO. Oh ! wait a little ! Ask the governor ; hes my friend. VOICES. Cut ! Shame ! your friend ! T…
1905 · PDF PAGE 93
88 VENUS Buried my heart in thy sorrow, cast down my soul at thy knees. Thou, thou hast left me no morrow. Days and desires, what are these ? Nay, I have torn from my breast passion and love and despair : Sought in thy palaces rest, sleep that awaited me there ; Sleep that awaits me in vain : I have done with the hope of things ; Passion and pleasure and pain have stung me, and lost their stings. Only abides there a hollow, void as the heart of the earth. Echo may find it and follow, dead from the day of her birth. Life, of itself not insatiate…
1907 · PDF PAGE 115
…pon the scarlet rose That flamed upon my bosom , the keen thorns Pierced me and slew ! My spirit was withdrawn Into Her godhead , and my soul made One With the Great Sorrow of the Universe, The Love of Isis ! Then I fell away Into some old mysterious abyss Rolling between the heights of starry space ; Flaming above , beyond the Tomb of Time , Blending the darkness into the profound Chasms of matter-so I fell away Through many strange eternities of Space , Limitless fields of Time .. Such is the ecstatic rapture of Tannhäuser , in which he loses…
1910 · PDF PAGE 243
…es of your country ! EUPHEMIA. It is not mine! DELHOMME. I do not understand. Iam too worn a slave in the world’s market for my fettered soul to grasp your inno- cence. Ah! you are vowed to Our Lady, perhaps? Yet, believe me: EUPHEMIA. Oh, sir, you distress me—indeed you distress me! 225
1910 · PDF PAGE 243
…es of your country ! EUPHEMIA. It is not mine! DELHOMME. I do not understand. Iam too worn a slave in the world’s market for my fettered soul to grasp your inno- cence. Ah! you are vowed to Our Lady, perhaps? Yet, believe me: EUPHEMIA. Oh, sir, you distress me—indeed you distress me! 225
1911 · PDF PAGE 110
…e hath swallowed her tongue, a notorious devilry of Arabian enchanters. By your leave, my lord, the tongue should be pulled forward. Her soul would be lost (begging your Lord- ship’s pardon) should she choke now. BISHOP. Rightly said. Andonyourheadbeit! Redouble the thumbscrews. [A tartar/er jul/s her langue fai/ward with þifzærs. LAYLAH groans, TORTURER. I certainly heard somewhat. BISHOP. Articulate? TORTURER. I dare hardly say, my lord. BISHOP. The needles. TORTURER. They are white-hot. How many, my lord? BISHOP. Three behind each eyeball sh…
1911 · PDF PAGE 110
…e hath swallowed her tongue, a notorious devilry of Arabian enchanters. By your leave, my lord, the tongue should be pulled forward. Her soul would be lost (begging your Lord- ship’s pardon) should she choke now. BISHOP. Rightly said. Andonyourheadbeit! Redouble the thumbscrews. [A tartar/er jul/s her langue fai/ward with þifzærs. LAYLAH groans, TORTURER. I certainly heard somewhat. BISHOP. Articulate? TORTURER. I dare hardly say, my lord. BISHOP. The needles. TORTURER. They are white-hot. How many, my lord? BISHOP. Three behind each eyeball sh…
1912 · PDF PAGE 73
…here ! Not worth a kiss. Theres nothing for a man to fear in thisor this. LUCREZIA. Oh they are beautiful ! MONICA. Oh no ! but yet my soul Is mighty, I will have you know, to gain its goal. Nowtell me ! is it death you invokeZelinas death ? You want me to give poison, choke the assassin breath ! LUCREZIA. I ask revengenay, justicewhen you come to power. MONICA. So be it, I swear by Christ, Amen ! Await the hour. LUCREZIA. Can you do nothing now ? I ache with impotence. MONICA. Where is she ? LUCREZIA. Know you not ? MONICA. For the sake…
1928 · PDF PAGE 61
…musician has written, Will you dance with me?; who will compose Will you come with me? That one may offer it to the beloved one, the souls sister! Yes, it is in this atmosphere that life is gooddown there, where the slower hours contain more thoughts, where the clocks strike happiness with a deeper, a more meaning so- lemnity. Upon glittering panels or upon gilded leather, darkly rich, live pictures; pictures blesséd, calm and deep as the souls of the art- ists which created them. The setting suns which so richly colour the dining-room or…
1930 · PDF PAGE 19
… World. J 31 bis © Spirit, Hearing. i LXVII LXIX LXX LXXV LXXVI THE PART THE ATTRIRUTTON OF ALCHEMICAL OF THE FIVE ELEMENTS THE FIVE THE SOUL ELEMENTS PENTAGRAM (tatwas) SKANDHAS 11 rm $ Left Upper Vayu - The Blue Sankhara. Ruach Point. Circle. 23 nma 0 Riqht Upper Apas - The Silver Vedana. N eshamah Point. Crescent. 31 rrn A Right Lower Agni or Tejas - Sanna. Chiah -r Point. The Red Tri- angle. 32 bis © Left Lower Prithivi - The Rupa. Nephesh Point. Yellow Square. 31 bis rrrm Topmost Akasa — The Virmanam. lechidah Point. Black Egg. TABLE III L…
1905 · PDF PAGE 41
…d 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 to free Body and soul from the sound and sight Of a world and a God that doth not right. O thy dark daughters ! their breasts are slack, Their lips so large and as poppies red ; They lie in a furiou…
1909 · PDF PAGE 16
…. But in the dark and splendid dens of death Arose an echo of that jewelled song : There swept a savour of polluted breath From the lost souls, the unsubstantial throng That tasted once a shadow of our glory And turn them in the evil house to adore The godhead of our sin, the tragic story We have set ourselves to write, the sombre score Our daggers carve with poesy sublime Upon the roof tree of despair and crime! As we read Love and Death in either’s eyes, We see the cool mild splendour of the dawn Damned by some tragic throw of murderous dice …
1910 · PDF PAGE 112
…ins soft season, and sun betimes, And all the gladness of the afterglow When you come shyly out of the folded bud, Unsheath your dainty soul, bathe it in blood Of my heart ? Do you love me ? Do you know How I love you ? Do you love these twittering rimes I string you ? Is your tiny life withdrawn Into its cup for modesty when I sing So softly to you and hold you in my hands, You wild, wee wonder of wisdom ? Now I bring My lips to your body and touch you reverently, Knowing as I know what Gabriel understands When he spreads his wings above for …
1910 · PDF PAGE 12
…erness and pain, Broad lilied meers Lying in a lonely leafless forest Silent and motionless beneath the moon. I feel my weakness, O thou soul that soarest Into a heaven beyond imagining On the unfaltering wing. Of the magic swan ! I know this tune Should swell to a strong note, a triumph note Blared through a trumpet’s throat To tell the world I am no coward, or else Sob in sweet minor, soft as Asmodel’s Chant to the nightingale. I am so wrecked, so rent That one seems brag, the other sentiment. I cannot leave the present ; I will not pose Ther…
1954 · PDF PAGE 199
…eception . Within the limits of a letter I could hardly hope to go into matters much more fully or deeply than I have done ; but 'pon my soul! I think that what I have said should be enough for an intelligent and assiduous student. Let me insist that all that is worth while comes by experience . Learning one thing will give you the clue to another. Well do I know to my sorrow how hard it is, as a rule, to learn how to do a thing solely from written instruction ; so perhaps you had better arrange to see me one day about the actual setting-up of …
1905 · PDF PAGE 219
… a mist of blood. O Hathoor,® Lady of the West, Take thy sad lover to thy breast ! Even the perfumes of the dawn Intoxicate, deceive the soul. Let every shadow be withdrawn ! Let there be Light, supreme and whole ! O Ra,® thou golden Lord of Day, The Sun of Righteousness display ! The burden is so hard to bear. I took too adamant a cross; This sackcloth rends my soul to wear ; My self-denial is as dross ! O Shu,’ that holdest up the sky, Hold thou thy servant, lest he die ! 1 The Redeemer by His suffering. 2 Thoth, the Ibis God. Equivalent to t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 102
…kes again, to mingle Its passion with my might and majesty, Till the vast floods of the man’s being tingle And glow, self-lost within my soul and sea Of love, and sun of utter light, and single Keen many-veinéd heart: our lips and kisses Marry and muse on our immortal blisses. Iam: the greatest and the least : the sole And separate life of things. The mighty stresses Of worlds are my nerves twitching. Branch and bole Of forests waving in deep wildernesses Are hairs upon my body. Rivers roll To make one tear in my superb caresses, When on myself…