Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
…en ? 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. No doubt your disposition runs parallel. ANGELA. Meets never ? You are no courtier, sir ! SIR PERCY. Do not say ‘ sir ! ’ ANGELA. What shall I say ! Oh leave me ! I am ashamed.
…your writing ? ANGELA. Oh shame ! shame ! shame ! Tell me you have not read it, Sir Percy ! SIR 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 ! It is indeed an angel singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far. ANGELA. Pity me ! SIR PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and so perfectly to express such love is enough. ANGELA. You mock me ! That girl — do you in tr…
…ness is to acknow- ledge the notable part your ladyship played in the conception of this 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 CROWLEY.
WHY JESUS WEPT 75 SIR HERPES Z. What ? And he a Highlander ? SIR GRABSON J. It seems that was a mere disguise ; his true name was Johann Schmidt. SIR HERPES Z. So ? Why the deception ? SIR GRABSON J. A Jesuit, no doubt ! But about Lady Percivale now ? SIR HERPES Z. Better and better. Old Farmer Tyson, luckily enough, as it turned out, insisted on examination; and no less than twenty-three skilled surgeons — all men of note ! — declared her to be virgo intacta. SIR GRABSON J. Eh ? What ? SIR HERPES Z. You see, Englishmen — ah ! SIR GRABSON J. Er…
…pers) husband — ah ! 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. Turns to Angela. Dear wife !
…s me, this heaven Of thine, Adonai ! Rather be limed In the dusk, in the deep, Seven times seven Thy hells, O Jehovah ! I tune the great Name To a million vowels : — It escapes me, the flame ! But deep in my bowels Growls the deep lust, The bitter distrust, The icy fear, The cruel thought ! O ! I am here — And here is nought. I must rave on. I hate the sun. Anon ! Anon ! Let us both begone, Thou fiend that pourest One by one These evil words
…es of delusion ! Mage, I will trounce thee ! Sage, to confusion ! Problems to solve ? Here is my life ! My secret is told — What is your name, O fairest of women ? Bosom of gold ! Faultless your fame ! An aeon were shame Your beauty to hymn in ! Will you be mine, Mine and mine only ? Beauty divine, How I was lonely ! How I was mad ! Say, are you glad, Glad of me, happy here, Here in my arms ? I kiss you, I kiss you ! Say, is it bliss, you Spirit of holiness ? Holy I hold you ! Swift as a rapier Stabbed me your charms, Broken with lowliness, Smi…
…he milk.) There, there ! what have you been crying for ? MOLLY. O sir ! GLENSTRAE. I am the Marquis of Glenstrae, my pretty wench. If my name and fortune can serve you — there, there ! I never could bear to see a pretty lass cry.
2 WHY JESUS WEPT. 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) In Memoriam ; For such suggestion wou…
…ou shall come to my castle, I say ; there I will prepare all for you and your young bride : my chaplain shall marry you at midnight ; my name and power shall shield you from all mischance. SIR PERCY. I am my own master. ANGELA. You think so ? They have kept if from you, but you have a guardian : ask him if you may marry a mere country lass — and you now not yet seventeen.
…ord to bid you notice with what mastery Of technique that last stanza there was written. I risk a poet’s license on one cast, Ery ! (Pet name for thee, Eros !) The lines are smitten Into due harmony double-rhymed, well knitten. Wherefore, to show I can repeat the effort, This verse inserted like a playful kitten To usher in the youth’s c. d. e. f., ert Or inert as may be ; it can’t the lucky deaf hurt.) SCENE II SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, on a mountain summit. No higher ? No higher ? All hell is my portion. My mouth is as fire ; My thought an abortio…
…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 under- stand ? These friends will teach you. May I never see your pale pasty face again ! [She spits at him and goes.) SIR PERCY, half rises and falls back. Oh ! oh ! It is impossible. Lord Marquis, you are a good man. Tell me, it is a hideous dream. GLENSTRAE. No dream, my boy. You are the hundredth she has treated after this fashion. But cheer up now.…
WHY JESUS WEPT 79 Because — I see you as you are. Permit me to reduce the list Of optimist and pessimist By just my name ! I am neither, friends. I know a stick has got two ends ! Nothing were easier than to show That Lady Baird avoided woe ; And Lord Glenstrae, that worthy peer, Saved whisky by supplying beer. For what is good, and makes for peace, What evil, wisdom must increase Well near omniscience before One guesses what it all is for. Still, since de gustibus not est — (My schoolboy readers know the rest !) I much prefer — that is, mere I…
… 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…
WHY JESUS WEPT 71 SCENE XIII The Meeting-House of the Brethren Gathered Together To The Name Of The Lord Jesus, sub-section Anti-Ravenite of the Exclusive section. They are of course Anti-Stewart, and sound on the Ramsgate Question, while observing an armed neutrality in the matter of Mr. Kelly’s actionI. In the midst a table with a loaf and a bottle : also, by their own account, Jesus Christ. Forms, varnished yellow, around it, them, and (I suppose) Him. On one of them is a blackboard with the notice in white paint : “ Those not in fellowship …