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… ( Szzes) The soldier’s life is short and merry, His mistress’ lips are ripe as a cherry, Then drink, drink ! The guns roar out and the swords flash clean, And the soldier sleepeth under the green, Oh, the soldier’s life for me ! But a scurvy night it is, comrades, when the streets are slippery, and the wine cold in a man’s belly, and never a little white rabbit of a woman scuttling along in the dark. THIRD WATCHMAN. What ho! my lads! MHere’s a scurvy Frenchman skulking along. What, will you make your lass attend you, master? FLORIMOND. Loose m…
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…nature-cry, the song from the mountains hewn ! To the horrible hollow In Tartarus steep, O song of me, follow ! I flee to the deep. That word of Apollo Shall shudder and leap ; That word in the uttermost night shall awake them who know not of sleep. Ilear, O ye Three, In the innermost pit Dwellers that be! Tartarus, split ! Arise unto me For I call ye with wit Of the words that constrain and compel, of the summons ordered and fit! O daughter of Earth, Tisiphone dread, The ophidian girth, And the blood-dripping head, In hideous mirth Bring livin…
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…g lamp, revive the faded flower. MINOS. But thou, be strong to sing! . ALACUS. Loose arrows from the string ! RHADAMANTHUS. Bid the wild word take wing ! MINOS. Hades hath evil fame To suppliants—bitter shame !— Inexorable. AE ACUS. Aim Yet the swift prayer, abide His word whate’er betide. What worse? RHADAMANTHUS, The Gods thy guide! Go and assail him ! MINOS. Stay, The Queen of Hell! ALACUS. That way Leads to the light of day. RHADAMANTHUS. A woman’s heart may yearn, To a man’s love may turn. MINOS. Should she, the ravished, spurn A man whose…
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…ed Adown invisible waterways ! Speak! Did I wound you then unguessed? What is the sorrow unexpressed That shadows those ecstatic lids? A word in season subtly rids The heart of thoughts unseasonable. You are silent. Do they speak in hell? IIT. Is it your glance that told me? Nay! I know you would not look that way. Seeing, you strove to see not. Fool! I have ruined all in one rash deed. Learnt I not in discretion’s school The little care that lovers need? For see—I bite my lip to blood ; A stifled word of anguish hisses :— O the black word that…
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… must go now. The moon— Sirk PERCY. This love is notof the moon. To-morrow— ANGELA. ‘* And to-morrow and to-morrow.” Speak not that idle word ! SIR PERCY, What of this chaplain ? ANGELA. What of your guardian ? Sir PERCY. Curses of hell ! ANGELA. Hush ! hush ! sweet words must come from such sweet lips. Sirk PERCY. What shall I do? ANGELA. You leave your fate already in my hands? Nay, but once married, you'll be master then ! Sir PERCY. Shame, sweetheart ! ANGELA. You have the strength of mind to defy con- vention: we dine together: we—O love, …
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…s of a single day, \nd wrought into continuous tune,! One Jaughter with one languor for its neigh- bour, One thought of winiter with one word of June, Muddled and mixed in mere dismay, Chisclled with the cunning chisel of despair, Found wanting, well aware Of its own fault, even insistent Thereon ; some fragrance rare Stolen from my lady’s hair Perchance redeeming now and then the distant Fugitive tunes. 18. Ah! Love! the hour is over! The moon is up, the vigil overpast. Call me to thee at last, () Rose, O perfect miracle lover, Call me! I hear…
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… 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: His silence girt him like fine gold. The fifth was ruddy and fair of face ; He held his tongue a space. The sixth was many-coloured, but He kept his lips well shut. The last was like a full great moon ; He knew, but uttered not, his rune. II, Now when the time was fully come The dying man was dumb, But with hi…
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…ing hell; And thou—recede ! O Hermes! Messenger of inmost thought ! Descend! Abide! Swift coursing in my velns Shoot dazzling pains, The Word of Selfhood integrate of Nought, The Ineffable Amen ! the Wonder wrought. Bring death if life exceed ! Bid thy pale Hermit bleed, Yet Life exude; And Wisdom and the Word of Him
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…d our mysteries Quaked at the prescience of these solemnities ? AE ACUS. Child of the earth and heaven, Our spirits thou hast riven With words we must admit, with power of song—whence given? Neither of God nor man, Thy song’s amazing span Hath caused strange joy among the woes Tartarean. RHADAMANTHUS. Never in the centuries Till godlike Heracles Burst the wild bonds, hath mortal found the fatal knees; Nor hath the bitter cry Of worlds in agony Answered the groans of those who weep, and cannot die. MINOS. Iron of heart and strong, We also suffer…
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…eet mother! art the girl beloved again Of Hades mighty on the Nysian plain. And therefore are thine eyes with sorrow dim For me, and thy word powerful with Him. PERSEPHONE, Ah me! no fruit for guerdon, Who bore the blossom’s burden ; There shines no sunlight toward Persephone. Ravished, O iron-eyed ! From my young sisters’ side, Torn and dragged down below the sundered sea, No joy is mine in all thy bed, And all thy sorrow shaken on my head. Cursed above gods be thou Whose blind unruffled brow Rules the grim place of unsubstantial things ! Hate…
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… split in three.? A lesson in anatomy, A sketch of sociology, A tale of love to end. But sce! What stirs the electric flame of eyes? One word—that word. Be destinv’s Inviolate fiat rolled athwart . The clouds and cobwebs of our speech, And image, integrate of thought, This ebony anthem, each to each :— To lie, invulnerable, alone, Valkyrie and hero, in the zone, Shielded by lightnings of our wit, Guarded by fires of intellect Far on the mountain-top, elect Of all the hills divinely lit By rays of moonrise! © the moon! O the interminable tune Of…
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… ALAIN. No haste. An hour of life is always— an hour. And though one half that time is nigh lapsed already, yet—if you will give me your word of honour to do nothing desperate, and to await my return before you fling yourself from the window,—or, as I guess, —on the pikes of my retainers, I will with- draw myself and them that you may talk in greater privacy with the Lady Blanche. I fought at Arcy, and know what wonders may happen in an hour. [DENYS ‘furas bitterly, almost savagely, toward BLANCHE.| You will not disfigure your last hour by want…
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…, and the thunder Of moving worlds retire ; As the hoarse sounds of the heaven wonder When Zeus flings forth his fire ; As the clang of swords in battle ; As the low of home-driven cattle ; As the wail of mothers children-losing ; As the clamorous cries of darkening death ; As the joy-gasp of love’s chosen choosing ; _As the babe’s first voluntary breath ; As the storm and tempest fallen at even ; As the crack and hissing of the levin ; As the soft sough of tree-boughs wind-shaken ; As the fearful cry of souls in hell, When past death: and blin…
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…oken In this one horror where a man may fall. I am alive, and live not: I am dead, And die not: on my desolated head No dew may drop, no word of God be spoken, None heard, if by some chance some word be said. The wheels of Fate are over me; quite crushed Lies my pale body where her body blushed, Quite dead! there is no single sob that stirs, No pulse of blood of all that filled and flushed Her cheek and mine, her breast and mine: and lo! How sunset’s bloom is faded on the snow ! There is no Jaugh of all those laughs of hers, Those tender thrill…
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EPILOGUE AND DEDICATION 222 of art, literature, or philosophy.! But/ing to thy word,” and interpret ‘‘ thy word ” we do hear—well, what Gibbon has to/as ‘‘ The Works of Aleister Crowley.” say. | But this is to anticipate; let us answer Thereis surely a positive side to all this; we agree that Pagans must have been more spiritual than their successors, if only because themselves openly scoffed at their mythology without in the least abandoning the devout performance of its rites, while the Christian clung to irrelevant historical falsehood as if…
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…g ! Who art thou, love, by what sweet name I quicken ? By whom, O love, my soul is subtly stricken? O Love, O Love, I linger On the dear word and know not any mean- ing, Nor why J chant; there is a whisper wean- ing My soul from depths I knew to depths I guess, Centred in two words only: ‘‘ Love” and * Yes.” What lyrist’s gentle finger’ Strikes out a note, a key, a chord unheard of ? What voice intones a song I know no word of? Who am I, Love, and where? What is the wonder of this troublous sing- ing ? What is the meaning of my spirit’s clingin…
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…solemn powers Of sex and soul, of brain and breath. For you I lift the veil: discover The actual, for I was your lover. What should such word imply? I showed Late, in the earlier dithyramb. But—in yon stone there lurks a toad !— The Quarter bleats no palinode ; Goat it may be, no woolly lamb. Arithmetic assuage your wrath Should Cambridge wit write quarter ‘‘ fourth” ! What said the unctuous slime of art, Scrapings of beauty’s palette, pimps Of serious studios, stews or mart . Of filth, not vice? Those painter shrimps! What did they gloat upon,…
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…mocked me, and turned his heart from my song’s excess. The ruler of Hell, The invisible Lord, Hath laughed at my spell, Hath slept at my word. He hath heard me well— Awake, O Sword ! Shall he flout a suppliant thus and no answer of favour accord? If mercy be sundered From splendour and power ; If he answer with thunder The plaint ofa flower ; Shall justice wonder If Furies devour So bitter a heart, set a term to his date that was aye but an hour? Avenge me, ye forces Of horror and wrath ! Clear the dread courses ! Split open the path ! With cru…
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…e God's responsible) to—mutter In gutter, pav your tithe to vice Since virtue kicks you down its stairs. So thus I clothed it in strange word To catch you thinking unawares. Think ? do you think ? Then, thinks a bird. Read your Descartes ! Nietzsche demurred? To you, who give yourself such airs, This riddle cannot offer snares ! ‘ ; ‘ . : Love’s mass is holier than wine and wafer. Thou couldst not beetle be: then, be cock- chafer !"’ Hence my address, this swoodier Swood To Khephra, hence the ambiguous speech, The alluring analogue, the good, T…
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…limpses of the quiet moon, ili. 146 Mistress and maiden and mother, il. 29 Mistress, I pray thee, when the wind, i. 184 Moreover (just a word) this chance, iii. 18 Mortal distrust of mortal happiness, i. 182 Mortals are not for nectar all the time, ii. 80 Mortals never learn from stories, i. 156 My beauty in thy deep pure love, i, 108 My comedy has changed its blithe aspect, li. 74 My dreams are sweet, i. 14 My head is split. The crashing axe, ili. 85 My heavy hair upon my olive skin, i. 6 My home is set between two ivory towers, ii. 2 My littl…