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…mirific brilliance. Will you first tire of wit, or I of loving: Tire? O thou sea of love, thy ripples run Into themselves, to my serener sun! AIT! For you I built this faery dome of words And crowned it with the cross of my desire. I circled it with songs of blessed birds And cradled all in the celestial fire. The stars enfold it ; the eternal sun And moon give light; nor clouds nor rain intrude ; Only the dews of Dionysus run In this intoxicating solitude. I have begemmed its marble flame of spires With jewels from the bitss of God, and set Ch…
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…hs down their hour, Dragoons their malice with its dominant peace. We are forbidden to love — as one who tries At noontide to forbid the sun to rise.
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Ir. I. 5. IT. 1. HL 7. IV. q sqq. VIL In TX. 1, THE ADEPT Ra. — The 'Sun-God’ Horus. — The hawk, also a ’Sun-God’ Apollonius of Tyana, the notorious pseudo- Christ, used to cover himself in wool in order to meditate. Fellatrix. —- Only a Latin dictionary can unveil the loathsome horror of this filthy word, — Impossible to comment on this shocking ‘sin against the Holy Ghost’ To compare the very Spirit or Breath of God to — Oh, Lord, how long? Basilisk. — a fabulous creature that slew all that it looked upon. Lingam. — The Hindu God(') — the mal…
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…fe in mine — then soul in soul We shoot forth, meteors, travelling on and on Far beyond Space to some dark-glimmering goal Where never a sun or star hath risen or shone ; Where we shall be the evil light beyond time, Beyond space, beyond thought, supreme in deathless pang : Nor shall a sound tnvade that hall of crime, Only the champing of the insatiate fang Of the undying worm our love, fast wed Unto — no happy end, Behold! I have said. — Th — I] The Alchemist
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VIII You love me! trite and idle word to darken (With all its glow) the splendour of our sun! No soul of heaven or hell may hearken The unbearable device that we have done. Nor may Justine nor Borgia understand Nor Messalina nor Maria guess The infernal chorus swelling darkly grand That echoed us our everlasting ’ Yes! ’ Nor shall the Gods perceive to damn or praise The deed that shakes their essence into dust, Disrupts their dreams, divides their dreary days. Supreme, abominable, rides our lust Armed in the panoply of brazen youth And strength…
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…tsodeep ! —— 128 — XIII Lola, dear Lola, how the stillness grows ! How drowsy is the world, that folds her wings Over us, folding like a sunset rose Her crimson raptures to the night of things ! How all the voices and the visions fail As we pass through into the silent hall Beyond the vapours and beyond the veil, Beyond the Nothing as beyond the Ail! Ah! then, our voice must also fail in this ; Our symbols are but shadows in the sun; Love’s self springs from the shadow of the kiss; Our bliss! O, that was hardly half begun ! We fight the Fate as…
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IV We knew enough to wake to choral rapture All answering Nature: I will swear the sun Came out; you saw the moulting trees recapture Their plumage, and the green destroy the dun. Nothing could jar; the British workman took A kindly interest in our kind caresses; The loafing nursemaid and the musing cook Agreed with us entirely. Love impresses Its seal upon the world; is skilled to wake The sympathy of everything that lives. Kindliness flows, not venom, from the snake; The trodden worm dies duly — but forgives. The cabman asked four shillings f…
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…p your curse — leave me not without hope! IT] My soul is like the savage upland plains Of utmost wretchedness in Tartary. No strength of sun, no fertilizing rains! Only a bitter wind, intense and dry, Cuts over them. Hardly the memory stands Of one who travels there ; his pain forgets The golden bliss of all those other lands Where he was happy. So the blizzard frets Its sterile death across my soul, and chills All hope of life even from the rare sad seeds It blows from sunnier vales and happier hills, Though at the best they be but worthless w…
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IV Our love is like a glittering sabre bloodied With lives of men; upsoared the sudden sun; The choral heaven woke; the aethyr flooded All space with joy that you and I were one. 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 subli…
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…th its being ! Bless all the Gods, without omitting one! Bless all the company of heaven, agreeing To veil their fires to our stupendous sun! Bless all the lesser glories that excite In the great gladness of our mother light! — 60 ~ XI How purely unexpected was the chance: When things looked blackest, ou asudden,thesun! Chance is another word for ignorance ; We do not know how all these things are done. But what has happened once may happen again, And” Hitherto the Lord hath helped us ”, dear: “History repeats itself” -—- which makes it plain T…
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…leasure, Now that the union which is death is done, The wine of bliss roils out in brimming measure. The moon is dead — all glory to the Sun! Now, now! Oh no! Oh no! I penetrate — I pierce. Enough. God! God! how Thou art great! —- TIE —
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ay God ! do not wait then! kill me now; have done! Why do you watch me mute and immobile, Sitting like death between me and the sun, A sphinx with eyes of jade and jaws of steel? Let me rise up to kneel to you and pray! I hate this hell of agony supine. You killed her yesterday ; kill me to-day; Let me not hang like Christ ! Now snap my spine: Surely you know the trick — when from your lips I see a thin chill stream of stark black blood Trickling, the stream ofhate that glows and grips My lesser life within its sickening flood. Be pitiful, and …
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…e. ; . Worse than this sickening fog of solitude? Your silence was the dumb despair of hell; gees os Who can do worse than take away the sun? Who read it right read love. Strange cruelty, 4 ; They better had take care, I think. One da That who would die for you, sweet murderess, y * . ; . We shall go mad, and take ourseives away. Should find his comfort in your bitterness! 6 , _ 9g — — 39=