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…cy, Seen ? ANGELA, Your love—you call it so! SIR PERCY. Have you, then— ANGELA. I saw all. Ah me! Poor Angela! SIR PERCY. Angela is your name? ANGELA. My name. Sir PERCY. A lovely name. tion runs parallel. No doubt your disposi- ANGELA. Meets never? You are no courtier, sir ! Sir PERcY. ‘sir !” Do not say ‘
…this your writing? ANGELA. Oh shame! shame! shame! Tell me you have not read it, Sir Percy ! Str Percy. Some I did read— How know you my name? ANGELA. I read it in my heart. O but I am ashamed to speak to you! Or would be were not that name as a brand to blot out all feeling from me for evermore. SIR PERCY (aside). How she speaks! singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far, It is indeed an angel ANGELA. Pity me! Sir PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and so per- fectly to express such love is enough. ANGELA. You mock me! That girl—do you in truth…
…moiselle de Malétroit, allow me to present you to the Damoiseau Denys de Beaulieu. Monsieur Denys, my_ niece. [BLANCHE hears the strange name and ts shocked, looks up and only sees the back of Denys’ head, so low ts he bowing. She understands that he has given another name and regains her self-possession.] Forgive the formality of this introduction, but, after all, your previous acquaintance—[DENyYsS stares wtldly.| Under the circumstances, Blanche, I think I should give your little hand to kiss. [A fause.] It is necessary to be polite, my niec…
THE SIRE DE MALETROIT’S DOOR 83 dew falling on my heart? You have seen whether I fear death. No love worth Love’s name ever yet needed to be asked. And yet—in words! If you care for me at all, do not let me lose my life in a misappre- hension! Tho’ I would die for you blithely, faith, I had rather live on—in your service. Can you love me a little? Fool! Fool! Ay, there’s a pair of us—why do we wait here and let our happiness stand in the cold and knock at our door all night? BLANCHE. Don’t! Don’t make me more miserable and hopeless than I am. […
…ntity Beyond experience, that tricks Our folly with its idle claim To be because we feel it. a. Sticks The reason there? iV. We choose a name To cover all the host of facts Comprised in thought. A. (astde) The elixir acts. Then backward work ; the name becomes With pomp of metaphysic drums A causa causans—God, soul, truth. So raves the riot, age and youth, The cart before the horse. Revered And reverend master, is your beard Darwin’s survival of some tail? Who rants of soul were best to saddle His face, his arms the ass to straddle, Since for h…
…es Uncalled and unheard, No song that rejoices OF beast or of bird, No sound of my children sublime, But the spirit of time. Fear is his name, Nor flickers nor dies His blackening flame. Beware, were thou wise ! Not him shalt thou hail from the dusk with thy breath ; His name—it is Death! My seasons and years, Shalt thou traffic with these? Art thou Fate? Are her shears Asleep or at ease? Though Time were no more than the shape of thy glass— Beware ! let him pass ! ORPHEUS. Not these do I fear, O Earth, for their peace. I cry till they hear O’e…
…ut remorse With never an aim. Caught in the net we strive ; We ruin, and think we thrive ; And we die—and remain alive :— And Pan is our name! For the misery catches and winds us Deep, deep in the endless coil ; Ourself is the cord that binds us, And ours is the selfsame toil. We are; we are not; yet our date is An age, though each life be a span ; And ourself and our state and our fate is The Spirit of Pan. O wild is the maiden that dances In the dim waned light of the moon! Black stars are her myriad glances: Blue night is the infinite swoon …
…e would who dreams In the day-time of deep delights no kin to the day, But a flower new-born of the night’s in Hecate’s way. Love is his name, and he bears the ill quiver no more. He has aged as we all, and despairs; but the lady who bore Him, Eros, to ruin the ages, has softened at heart ; He is tamed by the art of the sages, the magical art. No longer he burns and blisters, consumes and corrodes ; He hath Muses nine for sisters; the holy abodes Of the maiden are open to him, for his wrath is grown still ; His eyes with weeping are dim; he hat…
…y with the long grey teeth, Jumps to conclusion, instant, out of hand: ‘‘ There is some nasty secret underneath !” None nastier than thy name! This verse, its sheath, Thou poisonous bitch, is rotten. Fact, atone !) Such magic liquors in his veins there seethe «As, would he master, need strong order known In life’s routine, ere he may dare to be alone. So there alone he was, and like a comet, Leaps on the utmost ridges of the hills. Then, like a dog returning to his vomit, Broods in the hall on all creation’s ills ! An idle volume with mere bosh…
…ehind some humbug’s hoary veil ? Ah! were it so, love, could the flame Of fast electric fervour flash, Smite us through husk of form and name, Leave of the dross a little ash, One button of pure fused gold Identical—O floral hour ! That were the bliss no eyes behold, But Christ’s delighted bridal dower Assuming into God the Church. But—oh ! these nudes of Rodin! I Drag one more linnet from its perch That sang to us, and sang a lie. Did Rodin strip the clothes, and find A naked truth fast underneath? Never! Where lurks the soul and mind? What is…
22 WHY JESUS WEPT Allan, who broke his wand of flame, Discharged his faithful poltergeist, Gave up attempts to say The Name,! Ananda Maitriya became, By yellow robes allured, enticed ; Leaving me all alone to shame The cunning missionary game ; And, by bad critics topped and sliced, Put the ky-bosh on ? Jesus Christ. I sing a tale of modern life (Suited for reading to my wife) Of how Sir Percy Percivale Grew from a boy into a man ; Well ware of every metric plan A bard may dream, a rhymester scrawl, Avoiding with deliberate ‘‘ Damn!” (Ut supra)…
…n Star, true peace at last. (There approacheth an aged man, riding upon an ass, with a led ass, and a Nubian servant.) The Adept. In the name of God, the One, the Great, Merciful and compassionate, Acclaim the perfect period Of ordeal past! The Neophjte. There is no God! a. Kise! in the name of obscure Fate, Ruthless and uncompassionate. NV. Of endless life, of toil and woe I am the burned and branded foe. I came this torture to endure That I might make my freedom sure. ij «df. No soul is free.
…, child.” Continues the tale of his wooing—'‘' / caught the lavish lyre, and sate.” Eurydice’s song—‘' Who art thou, love, by what sweet name 1 quicken.” Continues the tale of his wooing—'" So dy sume spell divinely drawn.” Orpheus’ song—'‘' Voll, strong life-current of these very veins.” Concludes his lament—'' So sped my woving : now I surely think,” BOOK Ill Orpheus recounts his journey to Hades—'' As / pass in my flight,” Invokes the guardians—'' //ail to ye, wardens.” Continues his voyage—‘' The phantoms diminish,” Invokes Hecate—‘' O trip…
…ys for the lyrist I bore, | More beauty than beauty may be, My life was diviner and sharper, | More light than the Sun; I am blinded, My name in the Muses was more ; Sink, tremble, am lost in the sea. VOL. III. I
…o, my dear (wh/?sfers) how proud you look ! Come when you will! CARRUTHERS. Sir Percy Percivale, I stand here in your dear dead father’s name. ANGELA. You stand here, Percy, for yourself—and me. CARRUTHERS. Come down; I am your guardian. Know this ! Without me you do nought, say nought, spend nought. Obey me ! Sir PERCY. Silence, sir, I am your master. Whatever powers my father may have given To you, there's one that I inherit from him ; Namely, to tame the insolent. ( Zverns to ANGELA. Dear wife ! I go, as a tooth torn from a jaw. Txpect I que…
…is hid In life no man dare look upon. Woe! Woe! AGAVE. Call then reproach upon these maiden rites ! ORPHEUS. Nay ! virtue is the devil’s name for vice, And all your righteousness is filthy rags Wherein ye strut, and hide the one base thought. To mask the truth, to worship, to forget ; These three are one. AGAVE. What art thou then? a man?
…nd little fool. I hate you. From the hour you kissed that village drab, I hated you. I wanted your youth, your strength, your life, your name on my list, your scalp at my girdle. Enough ! Do you understand? These friends will teach you. May I never see your pale pasty face again ! [She spits at him and goes. Sir Percy (Aadf rises and falls back). Oh! oh! It is impossible. Lord Mar- quis, you are a good man. Tell me, it isa hideous dream. GLENSTRAE. No dream, my boy. You are the hundredth she has treated after this fashion. But cheer up now. The…
…- ness ts to acknowledge the notable part your ladyship played in the conception of thts masterpiece by the insertion of as much of your name as my lawyers will permit me. I am your ladyship~’s most humble and obedient servant, ALEISTER CROWLE ¥. ? DEDICATIO MAJOR, My Friends, To you, Eastern of the Easterns, who have respectively given up all to find Truth ; you, Jinawaravansa,’ who esteemed the Yellow Robe 1 A Siamese prince who became a Buddhist monk, 20
…, thou hollow ! Die to a groan within a shrine ! Despair thy force divine! Thou didst achieve this ruin; let the seas Roar o’er thy lost name of Musagetes ! THE LESBIAN SHORE. Welcome, O holy head ! Welcome, O force not dead ! Reverberating joy of music subtly shed ! Welcome, O glorious, O laurelled one! Own offspring of the Sun, The ancient harmony was hardly yet | begun. By thee and bythy life Aroze the Lesbian maiden. Thou art perished as thy wife ; My shores with magic loves and songs of life are laden. CALLIOPE. Weep, weep no more! O loyal…
…! Thine eyes blaze forth with fiery light; Thine heart a secret sun of flame ! I adore the insuperable might : I bow before the unspoken Name. For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and I to-morrow, born Now and again, on high, on high Travelling on Dian’s naked horn | I am the Soul that doth create The Gods, and all the Kin of Breath. I come from the sequestered state; My birth is from the House of Death. Hail! ye twin hawks high pinnacled That watch upon the universe ! Ye that the bier of God beheld ! That bore it onwards, ministers Of peace withi…