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…le to defile whatever they touch. "As a matter of fact, no ceremonies of any nature took place during his illness, or at the time of his death. (signed) Jane Wolfe
…te, her scorn, her cruel blows, Fill my whole life, consume my breath ; Her red-fanged hatred in me glows, I lust for her, and hell, and death. I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me ; dreams divide the night, (My parched throat thirsty for her veins) That she and I with deep delight Suck from deaths womb infernal pains, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through nights insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and noises move About t…
…hy hatred hangs, Thy slow blood trickles on my swollen sides, Thy curdling purple where those poison-fangs Struck, slays desire and only death abides. Imminent over me thy hatred hangs ! Thy jet smooth body clung to mine awhile, Descending like the thunder-pregnant Night, Ominous, black, thy secret cruel smile Lured me. We lay like death ; until the light Thy jet smooth body clung to mine awhile !
…Are ye. Together, as the stone, The oak, the river, or the sea, Mere elements of mine be ye, Or both resolve the dreadful life, And take death’s prize! Take thou the wife, Thou, who didst know. Her ignorance Resolve itself upon a chance! She shall decide the double fate. Be still, my child, and meditate ! This is an hour in heaven.” He ceased And I was silent. She released Her soul from that tremendous birth Of fear in gentle-minded mirth. “ Great Sir!” she cried, “the choice is made! An hour ago I was afraid, Knew nothing, and loved not. But I…
…ill smite to end the coil of things Here, to begin—what life? For Life I know Stands like a living sentinel behind The rugged barrier of death, the gates Where the rude valley narrows, and man hears The steep and terrible cataract of time Break, and lose shape and substance in the foam , And spray of an eternity of air! My death, and not my life, may crown me king! So let me not be buried in that state Due to the hateful rank that I abjure By this proud act, but let my monument Say to succeeding peoples and dim tribes Unthought of: “This was bo…
…e consciously happy. But we do care that each fulfil its Function, and the Failure of even a few Cells, or their Revolt, may involve the Death of the whole Organism. Yet even here the Complaint of a few, which we call Pain, is a Warning of general Danger. Many Cells fulfil their Destiny by swift Death, and this being their Function, they in no wise resent it. Should Hæmoglobin resist the Attack of Oxygen, the Body would perish, and the Hæmoglobin would not even save itself. Now, o my Son, do thou then consider deeply of these Things in thine Or…
…re bound With petals that unclose When the sun seeks his way Through night and sleep and love to all the dreams of day. Love, sleep, and death ! The three that melt together, mingle so Man may not know The little change of breath (Caught sigh that love desires,) When love grows sleep, and sleep at last in death expires. © lamp of love! The hissing spray shall jet thee with desire And foaming fire, And fire from thee shall move Her spirit to devour, And fuse and mingle us in one transcendent hour. Godhead is less Than mortal love, the garland of…
…me Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods. 41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death! 42. A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture! 43. A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight! 44. Aye! feast! rejoice! there is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu. 45. There is death for the dogs. 46. Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart? 47. Where I am these are not. 48. Pity not the fallen! I …
…ody with a breath. I see Him sicken and swoon ; I see Him rot Through, though His tabernacle be Eternity. This makes a man catch hold of death Greedily like a harlot in the street That plucks by the arm some sot. Death shakes me off with a hoarse curse. Tied to this woman, his beneficence
…s a demon. But why a spider? Who is this spider " who taketh hold with her hands, and is in King's Palaces "? The name of this spider is Death. It is the fear of death which first makes the soul aware of its forlorn condition. It would be interesting if tradition had preserved for us Miss Muffett's subsequent adventures. But we must proceed to consider the interpretation of the following rime : Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie. He stuck in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said : "What a good boy am I! " In the int…
…eme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods. 41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death! 42. A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture! 43. A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight! 44. Aye! Feast! Rejoice! there.is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu. 45. There is death for the dogs. 46. Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart? 47. Where I am these are not. 48. Pity not the fallen! I …
…ody with a breath. I see Him sicken and swoon ; I see Him rot Through, though His tabernacle be Eternity. This makes a man catch hold of death Greedily like a harlot in the street That plucks by the arm some sot. Death shakes me off with a hoarse curse. Tied to this woman, his beneficence
…lted, with torch and vase of fire and water. And he trailed comet-clouds of glory upward. Thus came our Father (Blessed be his name!) to Death, 4 who stood, scythe in hand, opposed. And ever and anon he swept round, and men fell before him. “Look,” said Death, “my sickle hath a cross-handle. See how they grow like flowers !” “Give me salt !” quoth our Father. And with sulphur (that the Goat had given him) and with salt did he bestrew the ground. “I see we shall have ado together,” say s Death. “Aye!” and with that he lops off Death’s cross-hand…
…ike a man in an ague fit. What was happening in me? Had I suddenly fallen in love with life, or had I simply become aware of the fear of death ? When we reached the fresh air, I knew it was the former. Lamus had made me feel. The effect of the drug had been to kill all feelingin me. My impulse to kill myself had not been so wholly negative’as I had thought. It was a positive craving for what I supposed to be the anzsthesia of death. The pain of life had been too much to endure, and the influence of King Lamus had been to brace me to meet life f…
…eme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods. 41. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death! 42. A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture! 43. A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight! 44. Aye! Feast! Rejoice! there.is no dread hereafter. There is the dissolution, and eternal ecstasy in the kisses of Nu. 45. There is death for the dogs. 46. Dost thou fail? Art thou sorry? Is fear in thine heart? 47. Where I am these are not. 48. Pity not the fallen! I …
…ess of thine Individual Self, that thy Truth may spring free from the ruins. Quarrel, combat, danger, ruin, destruction of plans, sudden death, escape from prison. XVII Use all thine energy to rule thy thought: burn up thy thought as the Phnix. Hope, unexpected help, clearness of vision, realization of possibilities, spiritual insight, with bad aspects, error of judgment, dreaminess, disappointment. XVIII Let the Illusion of the World pass over thee, un heeded, as thou goest from the Midnight to the Morning. Illusion, deception, bewilderment,…
… ! Breathe the creative Sign upon my mouth That even the body may become the soul : Cry, as the chained Eagle of the South, “ A house of death,” and make my spirit whole ! Touch with pure balm the five mysterious wounds ! Come ! come away ! but not your mighty sounds ! O wind of all the world ! O silent river ! O sea of seas ! O flower of all the flowers ! O fire ! O spirit ! Beam thou on for ever Through æons of illimitable hours ! Kiss thou my forehead, let thy tender breath Woo me to life, and my desire to death ! I shall be ready for it by-…
…es arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plumeless pinions ; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones ; Fates principalities and Deaths dominions Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. Keep us, dear God, from ill, What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattling ; No scent but deaths grown faint and fugitive ; No light but this their leprous pallor battling Weakly with night. Lord, shall these dry bones live ?
…thom, nor the brain conceive, Nor soul assimilate, nor heart believe The horror of that Thing without a Name. Full on me, boasting, like Death’s hand it came, And struck me headlong. I weave The web of mine old agony and shame. Linger, while A little shadow of that hour of mine Touches thy heart? Fill up the foaming wine, And listen for a little! How profound Strikes memory keen-fanged; memory, the hound That tracks me yet ! a shiver takes ny spine At one half-hint, the shadow of that sound. Where am I? Seven days my spirit fell, Down, down the…
…Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain. Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and youth Are phantoms of a further truthi Beyond the splendour of the world, False glittering of the gold, A Serpent is in slumber curled In wisdom’s sacred cold, Life is the flaming of that flame Death is the naming of that name, The forehead of the snake is bright With one immortal star, Lighting her coils with living light To where the nenuphar Sleeps for her couch. All darkness dream…