FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION
Search the corpus.
Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
3,920 matching pages
Page 189 of 1961905 · PDF PAGE 47
… Vainly I fight the air ; he sneers, and lies. He laughs at all this agony of mine. IIe chills my heart, and desecrates th: shrine Where Love his holy incense used to burn. He mocks those thoughts, those songs, those looks divine While his lewd visage no man may dis- cern, And baffling darkness hides his terror if I turn. Fighting and falling ever, wearicst Even of beating off the tempter’s blows, Struggling in vain to what one hopes the best, A distant river over many snows, On whose green bank the purple iris glows, And the anemone in some wi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 23
…oyal bed Where he should rest awhile ; and, being gone, Cypris and Charicles were left alone. An aureole of purple round her brow Flames lovenomore ; but fierce defiance now Knotted the veins, suffused them with rich blood, And wrath restrained from sight the torrid flood Of tears; her eyes were terrible; she spake: “Rise for thy life, and flee. Arise, awake, And hide thee in the temple; Zeus hath spoken To me-—me, Queen of Love—O sceptre broken !— O vainest of all realms ! that thou must die. This only chance is left thee yet, to fly Within th…
1919 · PDF PAGE 302
…hich is dished-up as part of the “proof of immor- tality”: “Mamma gave some advice and now comes to help in the work of proving that the love and care and interest does not cease at death but all is intensified and de- sires become actions and have effect in friends and loved ones. No one has been able to prove the power of thought and we are not able to prove that we do some things but when we find that the things we think and wish for are taking place then we realize that our thought has had some power even though we did not speak or act. I h…
1906 · PDF PAGE 128
…noble enemies Marks man from baser mould of brute. To fight their swordsmen—who would shirk ¢ To slay a captive—coward’s work ! ‘¢T have loved mercy,” that He said ; Nor bade me slay the Syrian Chief. Yet my head answers for his head ; My people take his people’s grief. Sin, troth, to spare one harmless breath, Sith all my innocents earn death ! By timely mercy peace becomes, And kindly love, and intercourse Of goodly merchandise, that sums Contention in united force. ‘* Praise who, relenting, showeth pity; Not him who captureth a city !” A wil…
1905 · PDF PAGE 39
…of doubt, To pierce the void, and grasp the glorious, To find out Truth? Would God it might be SO, Since here is nothing for the soul to love Or cling to beyond self. My chamberlain Once showed me a pet slave, dwarf, savage, black, A vile, lewd creature, who would cast a staff? Far wheeling through the air :—‘twould suddenly Break its swift course, and curving rapidly Come hard upon himself who threw. Even so These vile deformities—our souls—cast forth Missiles of thought, and seek to reach some end With swift imagining—and end in self. What sa…
1919 · PDF PAGE 297
…twelve on New Year’s day’ is not fine poetry, let’s shake hands: but if it means that ‘Till the maid, knowing her mother near, Sobs with love, aching with sweet fear’ are not poetic lines, it means nonsense. In either case, the dictum is pointless, it leads nowhere at all. We do not need an official censure of crude and jingly rime, and we need something more than the mere comparison of the regular se- quence of rime to the sequence of a metronome to disparage the genius of those great poets who happened not to write free verse. Mr. Pound himse…
1919 · PDF PAGE 296
…; it has not strength left for that. It is not a Demogorgon, but a schoolmaster, not a victim or a priest. He has all the schoolmaster’s love of the chalk and the blackboard, he has the true pedagogic flair for dogma, the true pedagogic knack of rapping it out ‘clear and hard’ on the board, with the ‘expert’ touch under which the chalk never crumbles. No writer, you would think, could be more acceptable to the American mind, for no nation in the world believes in the schoolmaster and his methods as America believes in them, no nation venerates …
1929 · PDF PAGE 418
…. Soared skyward the great sun, that hallows The pagan shrines of labour and light As the moon consecrates the night. Labour is corn and love is wine, And both are blessd in the shrine; Nor is he for priest designated. Who partakes only in one kind. I suited the action to the word. There was also the poem "A Birthday", written on August 10th for Leila Waddell, who was then twenty-six. She had gone to England to fulfil an engagement as leader of the Ladies' Orchestra in The Waltz Dream. The poem describes the history of our liaison. I wrote als…
1906 · PDF PAGE 47
ANIMA LUNAE Al Before she knows that love: so mused the king ; ‘‘T am not weary of the soul of spring,” He said, ‘‘none happier in this causeless chain Of life that bears no fruit of pain, No seed of sorrow,” yet his heart was stirred, And, wasting no weak word On the invulnerable air, that had No soul of memories sad, He passed through all the palace: in his bowers He stooped and kissed the flowers ; And in his hall of audience stayed awhile, And with a glad strange smile Bade a farewell to all those lords of his; And greeted with a kiss The v…
1944 · PDF PAGE 90
… the Rosy Cross; in some early cards the gallows is a Pylon, or the branch of a Tree, by shape sug‐ gesting the letter Daleth (d) Venus, Love. His background is an unbounded grill of small squares; these are the Elemental Tablets which exhibit the names and sigilla of all the energies of Nature. Through his Work a Child is begotten, as shewn by the Serpent stirring in the Darkness of the Abyss below him. Yet the card in itself is essentially a glyph of Water; Mem is one of the three great Mother Letters, and its value is 40, the might of Tetrag…
1907 · PDF PAGE 96
… goal of peace or fame. Sinister, sombre, horrors and hates Lurk in the shadows, under the walls. Light deceives, and the darkness lies. Love there is none; he is child of peace: Joy there is none; she is bride of force: Thought there is none; it is birth :—there fell Ages ago all hope of these. Lust is awake, and its friend remorse. Crime we snatch, between spell and spell. Man is aglare, and is off unheard. Woman hath speech, of a single word. Hell may be heaven, for earth is hell! So do I laugh, and the hideous coarse Peals like applause re-…
1929 · PDF PAGE 227
… the peculiar rhythm of the ocean. To Baudelaire, as we know, a similar sight suggested his "Inamorata". I was presumably too blindly in love with Rose to see the resemblance; the main impression on my mind was more impersonally philosophical. I thought of the 13th Key of the Tarot, of the sign of Scorpio, the invincible persistence of life perpetuating itself by means of that very putrefaction which seems to shallow minds the star witness against it. Here were vermin feeding on corruption, yet the effect was of lambent vibrations of white bril…
1944 · PDF PAGE 176
…nds is called the Lord of Dominion, and represents the energy of fire; fire in its best and highest form. The Two of Cups is the Lord of Love, which performs a similar office for water. The Two of Swords was formerly called the Lord of Peace Restored; but this word “re‐ stored” is incorrect, because there has been no disturbance. The Lord of Peace is therefore a better title: but it needs thinking hard to work this out, since the Sword is so intensely active. It may be helpful to study the Essay on Silence (p. 120) for a parallel: the Negative …
1907 · PDF PAGE 166
…ss in dumb desire, and finds Her jaws closed trap-like to expunge and end her! Let all the life and dream and death be done, And all the love and hate be woven in one, All things be broken of the winter winds, No soul stand up and look upon the sun ! Save only mine !—that my voice may con- found The universe, and spell the mighty sound To shake all heaven and earth, to mingle hell In chaos, in some limitless profound ; That it may tear Olympus from its place, Mix it with Hades, change the Ocean space, Level the tides of time that sink and swell…
1907 · PDF PAGE 165
…us in the hateful comedy. Blackness, all blackness! How I hate the earth, The curse that brought my being into birth. I, loving more her loveliness, am bound And broken—thrice more bitter for my mirth ! Song, was it song I trusted in? Or thou, Apollo, was it thou didst bind my brow With laurel for a poison-wreath of hell To sear my brain and blast my being now? A band of most corroding poison wound Dissolving with its venom the profound Deep of my spirit with its terrible Sense without speech and horror without sound. A devil intertwining in my…
1907 · PDF PAGE 162
…er of man’s rime, Vain the large hymns, and soaring songs and psalters ! My face, my breast, no soul of man uncovers, Nor is my bed made lovely with my lovers ! I long for purple and the holier kiss Of mortal lyrist ; in these arms to gladden ; To take him to the spring and source of bliss, And in his vast embrace to rouse me, madden Once with the light of passion, not to miss Uttermost rapture till the sweet loves sadden To sweeter ecstasy— Ah! man’s high spirit may not reach to Me! peace thrilled with young 1 J.e,, terrestrial: from Gaia, a f…
1929 · PDF PAGE 421
…ne is a definite action of the highest pictorial, as well as dramatic, value that I could imagine. The play is full of violent scenes of love and murder. I believe that I have used three ideas entirely new in drama. 1. Monica has caused her Negro lover to murder the daughter of the Doge, till then his mistress. She bids him retrieve the corpse from the canal, where he had thrown it. The crime is concealed and the dead woman is hidden as the guest of Monica. She dresses up the corpse and has it married to Mortadello in St. Mark's 2. Monica, corn…
1929 · PDF PAGE 489
…morning air became articulate and whispered a sound in my ear. Hear it is: AT BIG TREES, SANTA CRUZ Night fell. I travelled through the cloven chasm ....To where the redwood's cloistered giant grove ....Sprung gothic and priapic; wonder wove God's glory, gathered in the Titan spasm Nature's parturient anguish. Murk pantasm ....Moving I seemed! I found the treasurer trove ....Of fire, and consecrated all to love, Smiting my soul within the protoplasm. Within that temple of the midnight sun I cried all night upon Hilarion! ....All night I willed,…
1939 · PDF PAGE 69
…agick and Yoga as they should. 17. The same is true of plastic art, but evidently in much less degree; and all those who really know and love art are well aware that classical painting and sculpture are rarely capable of producing these transcendent orgasms of ecstasy, as in the case of the higher arts. One is bound to the impressions of the eye; one is drawn back to the contemplation of a static object. And this fact has been so well understood in modern times by painters that they have endeavoured to create an art within an art; and this is t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 411
…. Upton Sinclair ever painted, and they are never tedious nor overdone. .. . We must not leave the tale without mentioning the wonderful love- story of Rudolph and Eisie,a fine piece of psychology, as true as it is moving, and of a quality rarély to be found in fiction.”