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Page 117 of 1281907 · PDF PAGE 222
…, sea! than me thou hast many a moan less, Many a million ! Sun, be broken! dew sick ! Ocean flat and poisonous, earth demented ! Living souls go shuddering through the tented Air, his pavilion ! Moon, be eclipsed; be Ay; the pectis clangs me a soulless discord :— Let me break my visible heart a-weeping ! Loving? Drinking? Misery. Singing, sleeping Touch not my sorrow. Orpheus,-turn the sorrow-chord to the bliss- chord ! All may rise the easier that the one set. So our eyes from saddening at the sunset Turn to to-morrow. CALLIOPE. Silence. I he…
1929 · PDF PAGE 188
…which is but one of the ideas in our minds, how much more is it true of that supremely simple thing which stands behind all thought, the soul of man? Doubt that? The answer comes: Who doubts? [265] The sorcerer is perhaps — at best — trying to create a permanence of his complexities, as who should try to fashion gold from the dust-heap. But most sorcerers do not go so deeply into things; they are set upon the advantage of the moment. Douglas probably did not care a snap of the fingers for his ultimate destiny; it may be that he deliberately avo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 157
150 THE FATAL FORCE The pale sweet blooms of lotus burn; The scent of spring is in the soul ; Men’s spirits to the loftiest turn ; Light is extended and made whole. The waters of the whispering Nile Lisp of their loves a little while, Then break, like songsters, into sighing, Because the lazy days are dying; And swift and tawny strcams must rise World’s world to fertilise. The lotus is afire for love, | Its yearnings are immortal still ; But in its bosom, fed thereof, Lust, like a child, will.have his will. Immortal fervour, strangely blent Wit…
1906 · PDF PAGE 40
…igns; and so fallen from the heights above Stern and free, | Immeasurable, the influence unseen Of music and of spiritual fire, That the soul sleeps, forgotten of desire, Only remembering its God-like birth Reflected in the deity of earth, Becometh even as God. The pensive period OF night and day beats like a waving fan No more, no more: the years, — Reft of their joys and fears, Pass like pale faces, leave the life of man Untroubled of their destinies, eave him forgotten of life and time, im- ‘mortal, calm and wise. Only the ceaseless surf on …
1906 · PDF PAGE 140
…f the Will—and those Subtler and deeper forces grimly guessed, Terribly proven—be they strong thereby ! Awake, O sleeping serpent of the soul, Unhinted skills, and unimagined powers, And purposes undreamed of! [He goes now calmly about the temple, arranging all the ornaments. He empties the censer. Shadowy influence Of smoke! Where lies its physiologic act? What drug conceals the portent? Mystery! Mystery ninefold closed upon itself That matter should move mind—Ay ! darker yet - That mind should work on matter? And the proof . Extant, implicit …
1907 · PDF PAGE 70
…oseate marble of invisible space. Secure and silent, O caressing night, We are in thee; and thou art everywhere, Lie still, and read thy soul upon my face. Swayed slowly by the wind, made crafts- men of The mystery of happiness, we lie and rock us to and fro, and to and fro. Shrined in the temple of the world, O love, We wait self-worshipped through eternity, Until ‘‘to ignore” is equal to ‘‘ to know.”
1907 · PDF PAGE 173
… her lips should be caressed By love’s exulting stings, Whose starry shape shone in the west, Held of the glimmering wings. [fer shadowy soul perceived the jest Of man and mortal things.
1906 · PDF PAGE 80
…gled His language in his tears.” K. Hen, VII. My comedy has changed its blithe aspect To bitterest face of tragedy ; she said: ‘*Alas! O soul of mine! I am surely dead, Seeing my life is by a‘serpent wrecked Of sore disease: but spare me, and reflect That in few months I die: but were I * wed— O lover! O desire discomfited ! I die at once: consider, and elect.” How could I otherwise than spare my wife? With tender lips and fingers one strong kiss Swooned slave-wise even before the gate of bliss, No more: for I rose up and cursed my life, Hating…
1907 · PDF PAGE 108
… to ghosties are as bread ; The luckless living lose them.] Grotesque and grim the pageant struts; We sit a-straddle on the crosses. Our soulless missiles take for butts The passers’ hats, or in their guts Disturb their dinner’s process. Thus one man’s work is one man’s play ; The melancholy help the merry. , All 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 notsom…
1929 · PDF PAGE 162
…d flowers. And this man quickened as he came nigh to Iliel; he seemed to understand wholly the nature of the Great Experiment. But every soul in all that glorious cohort of immortals, as it touched the cone, was whirled away like a pellet thrown upon a swiftly moving fly- wheel. And presently she perceived the cause of this. The tip of the cone was sheathed in silver. So white and glittering with fierce heat was that corselot, and so mighty its pulse of vibration that she had [229] thought it part of the cone. She understood this to be the form…
1905 · PDF PAGE 241
… TANNHAUSER. ‘©Once I will shew Me waking. Destiny ‘* Adds one illusion to thee. Yet, Oh child! ‘‘ Vet will I not forsake thee ; for thy soul, ‘Its splendid self, hath known Me. Fare thee well.” VENUS, What are these strange and silly words? Awake ! Wake and devour me with the dawn of love, The dragon to eclipse this moon of mine !
1929 · PDF PAGE 158
…ir thrones, and made obeisance to their mistress. It was a gallant hunting-party. For she perceived that these were no longer stars, but souls. Had not Simon Iff once said to her: "Every man and every woman is a star"? And even as she understood that, she saw that Artemis regarded them with reverence, with awe even. This was no pleasure chase; he who won the victory was himself the quarry. Every soul was stamped with absolute heroism; it offered itself to itself, like Odin, when nine windy nights he hung in space, his own spear thrust into his …
1906 · PDF PAGE 44
…guess how gladly to the door I rushed And flung it wide. Why! no one’s there! Arouse ! Iam asleep. What horror came and crushed My whole soul’s life out as some shadow brushed My body and passed in? All sense allows At last the fearful truth—This is the house ! This is my old house on the marsh, and here, Here is the terror of the distant sea Moaning, and here the wind that wails, the drear Groans like a ghost’s, the desolate house of fear Whence I fled once from my great enemy— This is the house! O speechless misery ! Here the great silver can…
1929 · PDF PAGE 225
… let loose his ancestral feelings about women, those which lie deep-buried in all of us who are at least not utterly [316] degenerate in soul, however loose morality may have corrupted us upon the surface. She rose in the automobile, just as they crossed the Place de l'Opera, and broke her parasol over his head; then turned her nails loose on his eyes. He fisted her in the abdomen, and she collapsed into the seat of the car with a scream. It was this that diverted the attention of Cyril Grey from his contemplation of the designs of Germany. The…
1944 · PDF PAGE 63
is the soul of light. Upon her knees is the bow of Artemis, which is also a musical instrument, for she is huntress, and hunts by enchantment. Now, regard this idea as from behind the Veil of Light, the third Veil of the original Nothing. This light is the menstruum of manifestation, the goddess Nuith, the possibility of Form. This first and most spiritual manifestation of the feminine takes to itself a masculine correlative, by formulating in itself any geometrical point from which to contemplate possibil‐ ity. This virginal goddess is then po…
1905 · PDF PAGE 140
…ssion for your blood! Behold ! How utterly I yield, how gladly dower Our sin with my own spirit’s quenchéd gold, Clothe love with my own soul’s immortal power, Give thee my body as a fire to hold— O love, no words, no songs—your breast my bower ! A SAINT'S DAMNATION 133 LOT. ‘And while he lingered... they brought him forth, and set him without the city. — GEN, XIX. FO. Turns back from safety: in my love abide, Whose lips are warn as when, a virgin bride, T clung to thee ashamed and very glad, Whose breasts are Jordlier for the pain they had, Wh…
1906 · PDF PAGE 22
…n, Mingling in lonely night and darksome wood The foam of pleasure and the tears of pain. O virgins, demons, monsters, O martyrs ! Great souls contemptuous of reality ! Seekers fur the Infinite, satyrs, worshippers, Now mad with cries, now torn with agony ! You whom my soul has followed to your hell, Poor sisters, more beloved than wept by me, For your fierce woes, your lusts insatiable, And the urns of love that fill the hearts of ye!
1905 · PDF PAGE 189
…tion of the dead. All petty wishes: at the fountain-head, A dead girl’s whisper --I have stooped and pressed My ear unto her heart---her soul confessed That aone of life her joy relinquished. **T died the moment when yott tore away The biceding veil of my virginity. The pain was sudden --and the joy was long. Persists that triumph, keenly, utterly! Write, then, in thy mysterious book of song: ‘Death chisels marble where fe moulded clay.’ ” AGAINST THE TIDE. TL KILLED my wife—not meaning to, indeed— Yet knew myself the sheer necessity : lor I to…
1907 · PDF PAGE 72
…t. ’Tis but a date: the eventful storm Comes: then or now? What odds? They swarm, The winds: this breath, one gust. Ah! in the spiritual soul Is there no essence to abide When flesh and bone alike shall roll From shape to shape, from goal to goal, On time, the envious tide? All tire, all break, all pass. Beware False thirst, false trust, false doubts of truth Whilst thou art young, whilst thou art fair, Awake and see the sepulchre For beauty yawn and youth. Strive to cessation. Only this Is the true refuge: this alone Be implicit in our subtle …
1944 · PDF PAGE 107
… cave man, from the primitive conception of property in human flesh. Man has advanced so far from crude anatomical classification of the soul of any given human being; he has accordingly landed himself in the most dreadful mire of psychopathology and psycho‐analysis. Tiresome and tough are the prejudices of the people that date morally from about 25,000 B.C. Largely owing to their own intransigeance, those people have been born under a dif‐ ferent spiritual law; they find themselves not only persecuted by their ancestors, but bewil‐ dered by th…