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…d light in- vades 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 plades 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 as good friends quarrelling. JASON. Look, friends, methinks I see a silvern shape Like faint mist fl…
1929 · PDF PAGE 130
…neral testimony of mankind appears a safer guide. It would be unwise to condemn as irrational the practice of those savages who tear the heart and liver from an adversary, and devour them while yet warm. In any case it was the theory of ukill” Steel, and “raise it from the dead”; and flies drowned in ice- water can be resuscitated. That it should be impossible to create high organic life is scientifically unthinkable, and the Master Therion believes it to be a matter of few years indeed before this is done in the laboratory. Already we restore …
1929 · PDF PAGE 199
…was gathered together, an ordered phalanx, to salute the Lord of Life and Light. Iliel could not join in that choir of adoration. In her heart was blackness and hate, and nausea in her mouth. What vileness lay beneath this fair
1996 · PDF PAGE 73
…, with Him appointed from eternity to espouse her; yea, even the Most High, God All- in-All, the Truth. Therefore we hold Love holy, our heart’s religion, our mind’s science. Shall He not have His ordered Rite, His priests and poets, His makers of beauty in colour and form to adorn Him, His mak ers of music to praise Him? Shall not His theologians, divining His nature, declare Him? Shall not even those who but sweep the courts of His temple, partake thereby of His person? And shall not our science lay hands on Him, measure Him, discover the de…
1905 · PDF PAGE 110
… Men’s spirits with thy song. Ah, chainless, distant, fleeting, To lands that, know no sea, Where ocean’s stormy greeting Fills no man’s heart with glee ; Where lovers die or sever, . And death destroys for ever, And God bears slavery :— Fly thither, so thou leave us That no man’s hand may reave us Of this—that we are free. Free all men that may heed thee, On freemen’s praises feed thee, Who chorus full, ‘*‘ God speed thee, Live lyre of Liberty !” DREAMS. War words are these that shudder through my sleep, Changing from silver into crimson flake…
1905 · PDF PAGE 170
…y God’s own curses dog me into hell, And mine own life perpetuate itself Through all the ages of eternity. Amen! Amen! Come, Cora, to my heart ! [He stoops to embrace her. Horror and madness catch him, and he runs about the room wildly, crying for Cora, whom he cannot see. Ma- DELINE ev2/er's. MADELINE, O Cora! Cora! Ulric! Help! Help! Help! ULRIC (regazns his self-control). Hush! now. Some news—a letter—it has frightened her. All is well! I cannot tell you MADELINE., But you were crying as a madman would. ULRIC, Believe me, I am nervous and di…
1906 · PDF PAGE 118
…omes faintly whispering On wanton wing. Between the islands sheer and steep Our craft treads noiseless o’er the deep, Turned to the gold heart of the west, The sun’s last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds and tinge their edges; weep That night brings love not to his breast, But only rest. We move toward the golden track Shed in the water: we look back Eastward, where rose is set to warn Promise and prophecy of dawn Reflected, lest the ocean lack In any space serene or slack Some colour, blushing o’er the fawn…
1929 · PDF PAGE 486
…s darkness broods on dissolution, A mother-vulture, nested on Repose. Ah then, what grace within our girdle glows, To garb thy glee-gilt heart, Hilarion, An Alpenbluehn on our star-crested snows.
1905 · PDF PAGE 11
…st high Jehovah, in the mill That grinds so small ! Grind down to dust and powder Pride of Life—and all! XXII. In every ecstasy exalt my heart ; Let every trance make loose and light the wings My soul must shake, ere her pure fabric springs Clothed in the secret dream-delights of Art Transcendant into air, the tomb of Things ; Let every kiss Melt on my lips to flame, fling back the gates of Dis 13 XXII, Give me a master! not some learned priest Who by long toil and anguish has devised A train of mysteries, but some despised Young king of men, w…
1905 · PDF PAGE 254
…two fingers, dreamily enough ! Then, too, you went away out of my life! You see the symbol you have been to me? The swift high mind, the heart of gold and fire,
1905 · PDF PAGE 51
… locks About his head. There fell upon my ear : unless it be the breeze that ‘*Q soul contemplative of distant things, Who hast a poet’s heart, even if thy pen Be dry and barren, who dost hold Love dear, Speed forth this message on the fiery wings Of stinging song to all the race of men: That they have hope ; for we are happy here.” 1 The ‘‘ Voice” is that of Lord Tennyson, whose rooms were in this court.
1905 · PDF PAGE 77
…ng men of Israel. JEPUTHAH., Yea, for a man’s sword should not turn again To his own bosom, and the sword of fear Smites not in vain the heart of cowardice. But who hath called me hither to what end? ILEAZAR. For these, and for the sake of Israel. JEPHTHAH. And who are these? And who are Israel? CHORUS. Turn not thy face from us in wrath, for we Are thine own father’s children, and his loins With double fervour gat a double flower ; And we indeed were born of drudging wives,
1906 · PDF PAGE 21
… of Cain, on shivering haunch Squat in cave, despised jackal ! Seed of Abel, love and swarm ! So thy gold shall also grow. Seed of Cain, heart over-warm, Guard thy lust and crush it low! Seed of Abel, grow, well-faring Like the bugs in forest beats ! Seed of Cain, at bay, despairing, Throw thy children on the streets ! Il. Seed of Abel, carrion Shall make fat the smoking soil. Seed of Cain, on thee has none Laid sufficient woes of toil. Seed of Abel, this thy shame— To the boar-spear yields the sword. Seed of Cain, to heaven flame, And to earth…
1929 · PDF PAGE 192
…was witnessing were real instead of [270] mockery, that his wife was really Lisa, and Abdul really the Marchese, now came forward as the heart and brain of the work. The difficulty — the crux of the whole art — had been to introduce Cyril Grey into the affair, and this had been overcome by the use of a specimen of his signature. But now it was necessary also to dedicate the victim to Hecate, or rather, to her Hebrew equivalent, Nahema, the devourer of little children, because she also is one aspect of the moon, and Lisa having been adopted to t…
1996 · PDF PAGE 106
…f some elected elegance of excellence in himself which would otherwise elude his homage by being hidden and hushed in the harmony of his heart. This Form which shall serve him must be softness’ self to his impress, with exact elastic ity adapting itself to the strongest and subtlest salients, yet like steel to resist all other stress than his own, and to retain and reproduce surely and sharply the image that his acid bites into its surface. There must be no flaw, no irregularity, no granulation, no warp in its substance; it must be smooth and …
1910 · PDF PAGE 6
…seemingly ran antagon- istic to each other ; but in reality their antagonism has been of a superficial nature, and fundamentally they at heart are one,” thus writes Captain Fuller, whom we may accept as an authority. Crowley is the mouthpiece of a society the object of which would seem to be the attaining of religious ecstasy by means of Ceremonial Magic. Dr. Maudsley defines Ecstasy or Samadhi as a quasi-spasmodic standing-out of a special tract of the brain. W. R. Inge defines Ecstasy as a vision that proceeds from ourselves when conscious th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 158
… soul In the abodes of night, that I have dared, With the first knowledge to make good my spirit Against its fate, to steel my flinching heart Against all men, dominions, shapes, and powers, Seen and unseen, to justice and to truth, Sought out by desolate ways of hateful deeds, And so set free myself from my own fate, Whom I will smite to end the coil of things Here, to begin—what life? lor Life I know Stands like a living sentinel behind The rugged barrier of death, the gates Where the rude valley narrows, and man hears ‘The steep and terrible…
1917 · PDF PAGE 4
…e Equinox of the Gods. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death! A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture! A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight! Aye! Feast! Rejoice! There is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu.” It all depends on your own acceptance of this New Law, and you are not asked to believe anything, to accept a string of foolish fables beneath the intellectual level of a negro or a clergyman, a…
1929 · PDF PAGE 224
…eyes; and she was born with four teeth, and with hair six inches long, so fair as to be silvery white. Like a tattoo-mark, just over the heart, was a faint blue crescent. Lisa recovered rapidly from her illness, but not too quickly for the amorous Turk; though he was surprised and annoyed to find that she had recovered her early grace and activity. The fat had gone from her in the three weeks of illness; and when she began to be able to move about, and drive in the city, she looked once more almost as she did on the night when Cyril first saw h…
1929 · PDF PAGE 26
… performance. "Give me your hands!" she said to Lisa, "I feel you are so sympathetic." As a matter of fact, the girl's natural warmth of heart had stirred her for a moment. She reached her hands out. But Simon Iff rose from the table and caught them. "You may have a hair or a loose thread," he said sharply. "Lights up, please, Cyril!" The old mystic proceeded to make a careful examination of Lisa's hands. But Cyril watching him, divined an ulterior purpose. "I say," he drawled, "I'm afraid I was in the garden when you examined the Countess. Oug…