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1907 · PDF PAGE 105

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IMAGES OF DEATH 99 Death from the universal force Means to the forceless universe Birth. I accept the furious course, Invoke the all-embracing curse. Blessing and peace beyond may ie When I annihilate the “I.” Therefore, O holy mother, gnash Thy teeth upon my willing flesh ! Thy chain of skulls wild music clash ! Thy bosom bruise my own afresh ! Sri Maharani !} draw my breath Into the hollow lungs of death ! There is no light, nor any motion. There is no mass, nor any sound. Still, in the lampless heart of ocean, Fasten me down and hold me drow…

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…ing only now desire of rest, Not their old rapture: the warm violet eyes Melt into sweet hot tears ; subtler the sighs Are interfused of death ; The brave bright looks grow duller, And fear is mingled with love’s ecstasies Again, and all her breath Fails, and the shape and colour Fade, fail, are lost in the sepulchral seas. WINTER. Know ye mychildren? From the old strong breast Not weary yet of life’s grey change, not drawn Into the utter peace of death, the rest Of the dim hour that lingers ere the dawn, Spring these that laugh upon thee. In t…

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IMAGES OF DEATII IOI Till all’s a blaze, one roar of flame, Death universal, locked and linked :— Aha! one names the awful Name— The twin red planets are extinct. BANZAL ! THERE leapt upon a breach and laughed A royally maniac man. A bitter craft Is mine, he saith, O soldiers of Japan ! I am the brothel-knave of death, The grimly courtesan. Now who will up and kiss her lips, Or grip her breast and bone? The subtle life she shears and snips Is harder gained than gone ; The lover’s laughter whom she clips Is but a dying groan. She lieth not on a …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 160

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154 ORPHEUS Death is not at all! ’Tis a mask or a dream! The things that befall Only slumber or seem ! They fear; they appal— They are not as ye deem ! Death died when I dipped my lyre in the sweet Heliconian stream ! Give praise to your lord, All souls that draw breath, All flowers of the sward ! For the song of me saith: ‘¢ Sound the loud chord ! Let love be a wreath ! Death is not for ye any more, for I am the Master of Death!” PARABASIS.! As I sit in the sound Of the wash of the surf, On the long low ground, The trees and the turf; In front…

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… is insensate, and may destroy him.” —£iiphaz Levi. ‘Orpheus for the love he bare to his wife, snatcht, as it were, from him by untimely Death, resolved to go down to Hell with his harp, to try if he might obtain her of the in- fernal power." —7he Wisdom of the Ancients. ORPHEUS, FINDING EURYDICE Stir once, move once, rise once, Eurydice ! DEAD, STUNG BY A SERPENT, : Be good to me! LAMENTS OVER HER. ' Rise once.—O sleep not! Listen ! Is not all | Nature my thrall ? Come back, come back, come back, Eury- |“Once only: be not dead, Eurydice! dice!…

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LIBER SECUNDUS VEL AMORIS 159 All shattered, overblown. Come back to me! I cannot have you dead, and live: let death Strangle my breath Now as I kiss you still—Eurydice ! Come back to me! Eurydice, Fling down the foolish lyre, the witless power! Cast the dead laurel inthe dust! The flower Of all the world is marred, the day’s desire Distorted in the eclipse, the sun’s dead hour. Let me fall down beside thee! Let me take The kisses that thou canst not give, and slake Despair in purposeless caresses, dire Shames fang-wise fastened of the eternal …

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…ds ; The elements shrink Where the life-world ends On the icy brink Of the sunless river ; Inds, and for ever ! I pass to the portals Of death in my flight. I sound at the gates. I call the immortals Of death and of night. I call on the Fates By the summons of light. The gates are rended; The rocks divide ; My soul hath descended Abreast of the tide. I, single and splendid, Death have defied ! I pass by the terrible gates and the guardians dragon-eyed. I thunder adown The vast abyss. (The journey’s crown Is a woman’s kiss !), What terrors to ma…

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…bout its cage ; The stars are shaken in the rage Of—who but Zeus? Before our gaze, (My love’s in shuddering amaze, Of birth deceived and death forlorn, And mine in anger, ay ! and scorn !) He stood--the mighty One! So earth And heaven proclaimed that fearful birth: So they grew silent lest he curse. Dead silence hushed the universe 3 O how And then in clear calm tones he spoke: ‘Fools! who have meddled, and awoke The inmost forces of the world ! One lightning from my hand had hurled Both to annihilation’s brink. What foolish goddess bade ye thi…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 102

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96 GARGOYLES IMAGES OF DEATH PROLOGUE. PATCHOULI. LIKE memories of love they come, My perfumes in the silver vase: The fragrant root, the odorous gum, Myrrh, aloes, or olibanum :— Anon, like memories of love, they pass ! They pass, and all the wonder-web Of thought and being is unrolled. Like sombre tides there flow and ebb Wonderful things ! not to be told: Beautiful things ! and images of gold. The touch of brown Habiba’s breast, The brimming lip, the cheek of down, The dainty dovelet in its nest : These fade, as ever a palimpsest Like autumn…

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…cent of sacrifice. She knows God’s will, not he! Her ardour licks Flowers from the dust. of breath, Dost rot in worship at the shrine of death! O mystic rapture of the crucifix | O fool! that, heavy EVE. THE serpent glimmered through the primal tree, Full in the gladness of the afterglow ; Its royal head warred ever to and fro, Seeking the knowledge of the doom to be. Eve, in the naked love and liberty She had not bartered yet, moved sad and slow, Serene toward the sunset, murmuring low The tyrant’s curse, the hideous decree. Then she, instruct…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 131

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…e- Fire fold idea. Semichorus «© The Centuries. a’ Centuries 87 Mahakalpas y’ Manwantaras 5? Eternity Semichorus | Str, y Orpheus Ant. y Death— (Suppressed antistrophe, Death being silent. His reply is really given in Books II., III., IV.) Parabasis : The Poet. Epode : Nature. BOOK II. Orpheus laments his wife—‘‘ Come back, come back, come back, Eurydice.” “ Fling down the foolish lyre, the witless power.” Complains of the antithesis of desire and power --‘' Le¢ the far music of oblivious years,” Laments—'‘ How can one hour dissolve a year's de…

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…d ecstasy, life loosed at last From the long-held leash! The headlong, hot-mouthed girl Upon her sister like a star is cast, Pallid with death-in-life achieved. O force Of murder animal in the dead embrace ! The implacable ardour, unavenged remorse For time’s insulting loss, quickens the pace Unto its prey that gathers, like a storm Shrouding invisibly the crater’s rim Whence fury yet shall wake, and fire in- form The inane basalt and coruscations dim Of smouldering infamy. Bow down in awe! It is enough. The Gods areat feast. With- draw ! LA GU…

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…l tread the ordered stupid way At Paris, upon Dead Man’s Day, In Pere Lachaise his cemetery. AVE MORS. O VIRGIN ! O my sister! Ilear me, death! The tainted kisses of the harlot life Sicken me; hers is foul and fevered breath, This notsome woman I have made my wife. She lies asweat, aslime. QO hear me, thou! Wash with thy tears this desecrated brow ! With cool chaste kisses cleanse me! Lay me out Wrapped in a spotless winding-sheet, and soothe These nerves ill nuzzled by the black swine’s snout With thine eternal anodyne of truth! The foul beast…

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… arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plume- less pinions ; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones ; Fate’s principalities and Death’s dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattling; No scent but death’s grown faint and fugitive; No light but this their leprous pallor battling Weakly with night. Jord, shall these dry bones live? O keep us in the hour Wherein the King-Ghost hath his power ! The King-Ghost girds m…

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…dly land Fertile of earth hath sent With dolorous intent Some shape or element. What spell of might hath rent The veil of Hell, and bent Death’s purpose to his hand? MINOS. What shaft from the bow of Apollo? ZIACUS., What quiver of wonder Hath cleft the black walls of the hollow RHADAMANTHUS, What terror ? MINOs. What thunder Hath shaken Hell’s gates to the base? AIMACUS. Withstanding the guards to their face? RHADAMANTHUS, Hath rent him asunder The portals of is in his wrath? MINOS. Hath made for his will An arrow of light for his path ? JEACU…

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IMMORTALITY 105 IMMORTALITY ‘*From this tale, Callicles, which I have heard and believe, I draw the following in- ferences:—Death, if I am right, is in the first place the separation from one another of two things, soul and body ; nothing else. And after they are separated they retain their several natures, as in life; the body keeps the same habit, and the results of treatment or accident are distinctly visible in it: for example, he who by nature or training or both was a tall man while he was alive, will remain as he was, after he is dead; a…

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…dren, if ye can! Ah me! [Szgs. Unity uttermost showea, I adore the might of thy breath, Supreme and terrible God Who makest the Gods and death To tremble before thee :— I, I adore thee ! O Hawk of gold with power enwalled, Whose face is like an emerald ; Whose crown is indigo as night ; Smaragdine snakes about thy brow Twine, and the disc of flaming light Is on thee, seated in the prow Of the Sun’s bark, enthroned above With lapis-lazuli for love And ruby for enormous force Chosen to seat thee, thee girt round With leopard’s pell, and golden so…

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IMAGES OF DEATH Stars for the sun that smote, for fire slow streams, For the simoom the zephyr’s cooing kiss, Deep sleep at last from all the evil dreams, And rest, the possibility of bliss. THE MORIBUND) I. THE Seven Wise Men of Martaban 2 Sate round the dying man. They were so still, one would have said : If he were dying, they were dead! The first was aged ; ip his beard He muttered never a weird. The next was beautiful and gay : IIe had no word to say. The third was wroth and rusty red, Yet not a word he said. The fourth was open and bold: …

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…the solemn sea, Hears our life the deep commotion That we know—thy witchery. Wheeling, hating, fearing ever As we thunder o’er the deep, Death alone our path can sever, Death our guerdon if we weep. We obey thee, we are with thee! Wilt thou ! never let us sleep? ORPHEUS. © rolled on the river By might of the moon, Ye tremble and quiver, Ye shudder and swoon ! The cities ye shiver : The ships know your tune. Come forth! I invoke ye, O rivers, I have Come forth! I invoke ye, O eagres! dread watched your mysterious birth! | rivals of shoal and typ…

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…et live and walk this earth who live in all essentials the life that Christ lived, to whom all His miracles are commonplace, who die His death daily, and partake daily in the Mysteries of His resurrection and ascen- sion. Whether this is scientifically so or not is of no importance to the argument. I am not addressing the man of science, but the man of intelligence: and the scientist himself will back me when I say that the evidence for the one is just as strong and as weak as again disappears. ‘There is in all this a curious secretiveness of w…

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