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Page 137 of 1961930 · PDF PAGE 62
…t and the Unjust. 9. Thou didst make the Female and the Male. 10. Thou didst produce the Seeds and the Fruit. 11. Thou didst form Men to love one another, and to hâte one another. Section Aa. 1. I am ANKH - F - N - KHONSU thy Prophet, unto Whom Thou didst commit Thy Mysteries, the Ceremonies of KHEM. 2. Thou didst produce the moist and the dry, and that which nourisheth ail created Life. 3. Hear Thou Me, for I am the Angel of PTAH - APO- PHRASZ - RA (vide the Rubnc) : this is Thy True Name, handed down to the Prophets of KHEM. 266
1906 · PDF PAGE 129
…s raiment folded In snaky subtle draperies, All stalwart captains mighty-moulded To lure within her sorceries, Within her bed—and I, who love, See, and am silent, and approve! Strange! Who shall call the potter knave Who moulds a vessel to his will? One, if he choose, a black-browed slave: One, if he choose, a thing of ill, Writhing, misshapen, footless, cruel: One, like a carved Assyrian jewel? Shame on the potter heavy sit, If he revenge his own poor skill That marred a work by lack of wit, By heaping infamy and ill On the already ruined clay…
1906 · PDF PAGE 137
… ray glows Across the woven stardrift’s ways In mystery of Maurya’s praise. Hear me, thy priest, at eventide ! These subtler throes Than love’s or life’s, invade, divide The world of woes. Thy smile, thy murmur of delight, be enough To fill the world with life and love ! [He bends over into deep reverence, yet with the air of one expecting a grace. [Maurya, dike one in trance, rises slowly, gathers her robes about her, and descends to the altar. Reaching over it, she bends and lifts him by his outstretched arms. She puts her lips to his forehea…
1905 · PDF PAGE 20
…ands the emerald water gripped. ? Long had he struggled (for Poseidon’s hand Heaped foam against him) toward the seemly strand, But that Love’s Mother, journeying from Rome, Passed in her car the swimmer, while her home Scarce yet was glimmering o’er the waste wide sea Against whose wrath he strove so silently ; Whom now beholding, checked her eager team, Dipped to the foam from which she sprang. whose gleam Bore the sweet mirage of her eyes, and bent Over the weary Charicles. Content With him she spake, and he, still buffeting The waves, looke…
1899 · PDF PAGE 98
…walls of the northernmost shore, | Where on a lone rocky island a castle laughs in its pride at the billows that roar, My home where our love may have peace ever- more. Yes, on one whisper the other is waiting patient to catch the low tone of delight. Kiss me again for the amorous answer, close your dear eyelids and think it is night, The hour of the even we fix for the flight.
1901 · PDF PAGE 82
…of the maniac, the devouring pleasure! A curse of God is on them !—ha! the curse, The curse that locks them in obscene embraces! See how love mocks the melancholy hearse Dressed as an altar: is she nun or nurse, The priestess chosen of the half-formed faces ? Abbess, sweet child of the unsullied eyes! Why? To blaspheme! Sweet child, the dance grows madder. O I am faint with pleasure! Ah! be wise; One measure more, and then—the sacrifice ? What victim ? Guess—a woman or an adder? Nay, fear not, baby! In your mother’s hand You must be safe ? You …
1905 · PDF PAGE 68
… : for thou dost stand, as God Among the Holy Ones. Before the gods Thy music moves, coequal, coeterne, Thou, Lord of Light and Life and Love ! Come forth ! I call thee in the holiest name of Him Lord of the Universe, and by His Name, Osiris perfected through suffering, Glorious in trial : by His Holy Name, Jesus, the Godhead passing through the gates Of Hell, that even there the rescuers Might find the darkness, and proclaim the light ; For I invoke thee by the sacred rites And secret words of everlasting power : By the swift symbol of the Gol…
1905 · PDF PAGE 86
…—so He ! What wreck floats by us ? What pale corpse rolls horribly above, Tossed on the unbewailing foam, cast out of light and life and love ? The sea shall draw thee down, O brother, to her breast of peace, Her unimaginable springs, her bridal secrecies.
1910 · PDF PAGE 11
…word it knows by intellect To be the right word—pity ! Then reflect : “ Pitiful ! Pitiful ! most pitiful ! The pity of it ! Think of the love past, Blossoms too beautiful ! Think of the hardships conquered comrade-wise ! Think of the babe and its most piteous end ! ” —All these things sound like lies. I do not comprehend Anything of them—“ Pity ! pity ! pity ! ” ’Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rain From the housetops of a ruined city Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain Not one pale thought w…
1910 · PDF PAGE 195
MR TODD 185 EUPHEMIA. Oh, you laugh even at me ! CARR. Because I love you. So I laugh at humanity : if I took men seriously I should have to cut my throat. EUPHEMIA. So you dont take me seriously either ? CARR. If I did, I should have to cut EUPHEMIA. What ? CARR. My lucky ! EUPHEMIA. What a dreadful expression ! Where do you learn such things ? CARR. I notice you dont have to ask what it means. EUPHEMIA. Stop teasing, darling ! CARR. Im not teething ! Thats what I complain of ; you always treat me as a baby ! EUPHEMIA. Come to his mummy,…
1905 · PDF PAGE 146
… flames candescent as the dew, Red flowers too queenly for a mortal name ! The sea is pregnant with green stars; the land, The sky, like lovers stand With kiss half-consciously exchanged, hand fast in hand. O lovers fair and free, the wings of peace Bear this voice onward ; linger as you will By moon-wrought glades, and softly mur- muring seas, Lands white with summer, and the guiet leas ! Linger, and let no word of music thrill Your hearts; young love is all the harp ye need : Your kiss in very deed Is keen to echo song well tuned from Milton’…
1899 · PDF PAGE 9
… that resound the earth, And laughing looked in every face of guile, And answered fans with quick and subtle smile ; Ten thousand little loves were brought to birth, Ten thousand loves that laughed a little while. No; for one woman did not laugh, too wise, But came so close, and looked within my eyes So deeply that I saw not anything. Only her eyes grew, as a purple ring Shielding the sun, they grew, they uttered lies— They fascinate and cleave to me and cling. And in their uttermost profound I saw The veil of Love’s unalterable law
1910 · PDF PAGE 148
…word it knows by intellect To be the right wordpity ! Then reflect : Pitiful ! Pitiful ! most pitiful ! The pity of it ! Think of the love past, Blossoms too beautiful ! Think of the hardships conquered comrade-wise ! Think of the babe and its most piteous end ! All these things sound like lies. I do not comprehend Anything of them Pity ! pity ! pity ! Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rain From the housetops of a ruined city Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain Not one pale thought w…
1912 · PDF PAGE 108
…a soul like Satanspride and lust, And something in the whole to humble to the dust I care not who. Shes force, pure elemental rage Of love without remorse. MORTADELLO. The wonder of the age ! Indeed and I must see the little lady soon. ALESSANDRO. Ill send for her, trust me. To-morrows the full moon
1913 · PDF PAGE 239
…traight and like a naked sword ... Oh heart , how long shall we serve errantry ... O lustrous Lady of the luminous lake Only the fire of love can fuse and burn O what, alas , can yet delay . .. . .. 209 155 15 205 151 87 Paling fires of instant blue Pause, Joy ! I cannot follow ... Pipe me a silver song Put on your coat and come to my boat 180 Red Admiral , Red Admiral Roses and kisses alike we've known ... 32 94 167 148 89 22 She wakes at sunrise on her little bed She who gives birth in woe . .. Shining ones awake ; we seek your chosen temples…
1930 · PDF PAGE 58
… of ail things known And unknown, Thou aloof, alone, Thou, the true fire within the reed Brooding and breeding, source and seed Of life, love, liberty and light, Thou beyond speech and beyond sight, Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire Kindling as mine intents aspire. Thee I invoke, abiding one, Thee, centre and secret of the Sun, And that most holy mystery Of which the vehicle am I. Appear, most awful and most mild, As it is lawful, in thy child! The CHORUS: For of the Father and the Son The Holy Spirit is the norm; Male-female, quintessential, …
1939 · PDF PAGE 71
…s that experience increases in quantity it also improves in quality. And the Path is sure. And the End is sure. For the End is the Path. Love is the law, love under will.
1899 · PDF PAGE 9
… of Brotherhood, man’s miracle: The seal of Peace, and Wisdom heaven-descended : The seal of Bitterness, cast down to Hell : The seal of Love, secure, not-to-be-rended : The seventh seal, Equality: that, broken, God sets his thunder and earthquake for a token. Now if on France the iron clangours close, Corruption’s desperate hand, and lurking treason, Or alien craft, or menace of strange blows Wrought of her own sons, in this bitter season :
1899 · PDF PAGE 145
… that resound the earth, And laughing looked in every face of guile, And answered fans with quick and subtle smile ; Ten thousand little loves were brought to birth, Ten thousand loves that laughed a little while. No; for one woman did not laugh, too wise, But came so close, and looked within my eyes So deeply that I saw not anything. Only her eyes grew, as a purple ring Shielding the sun, they grew, they uttered lies— They fascinate and cleave to me and cling. And in their uttermost profound I saw The veil of Love’s unalterable law
1901 · PDF PAGE 76
64 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Loved, and no sin done ! Ay, the world shall see The quest is first—a love less terrible. Yet, as I ride toward the edge of snow That cuts the blue, I think. For even so Comes reason to me : “ Oh, return, return ! What folly is it for two souls to burn With hell’s own fire ! What is this quest of woe ? What is the end ? Consider and discern ! ” Banish the thought ! My working reason still Is the rebellious vassal to my will. Because I will it. That is God’s own mind. I cast all thought and prudence to the wind : On, to th…