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Page 26 of 901902 · PDF PAGE 119
…thee, The seeking and the striving to the light Deep in thine eyes, where Hell tlames steadily? I am not clinging thus Despairing to the body of thy sin For mere delight —Ah, deadly is to us The pleasure wrapping us, and holding in All love, all hate —the miserable way ! Dawns no devouring day Still on the infinite slow tune of limbs Moving in rapture ; sleepy echo swims In the dissolving brain. Love conquering lassitude at last to win Pain out of peace, and pleasure from a pang ; 117
1904 · PDF PAGE 109
…ne! The sense is riven, and the soul Goes glimmering to the abode, Where aeons in one moment roll, And one thought shapes to its control Body’s forgotten load. Our lady sleeps! Our lady smiles In far Elysian isles ! FIRST WOMAN. Thrice have I crept towards the bed, and thrice II
1930 · PDF PAGE 34
… then begin exactly as before; but with the most intense solemnitv and détermination. “3. Let him be very careful to cause his imaginary body to rise in a line exactly perpendicular to the earth’s tangent at the point where his physical body is situated (or, to put it more simply, straight upwards). “4. Instead of stopping, let him continue to rise until fatigue almost overcomes him. If he should find that he has stopped without willing to do so, and that figures appear, let him at ail costs rise above them. Yea, though his very life tremble on…
1898 · PDF PAGE 42
…ht beyond all cost— Nay, but my spirit breaks the slender chain That held it down. The pain Of death is past and I am free. Nay, I, This body, dead, must lie Till Thou come home again, O soaring Soul. The gates supernal roll ! Flash through them, O white-winged, white-blossom ghost ! Ah, God! for I am lost. - [Jephthah remains motionless, [Morning dawns. Enter Jared, Soldters, Prophet. SOLDIERS. . Hail, captain! We are ready now for death, Or victory, if shining wings are fain To hover over dauntless hearts. Behold Our ready bands to follow to …
1911 · PDF PAGE 56
…lanched Egyptian beauty foiled By the hungry eyes, and the red mouth soiled By the honey of mine that your greed has spoiled, Jeanne The body a corpse and the soul inurned ! Against your heart I laid mine ear, Jeanne! And the clock went ticking, ticking. How could I choose but hear, Jeanne ? Ah me I what thoughts came pricking Like spurs in the flanks of a weary horse? Nor heart nor clock could feel remorse, But kept their definite deadly course, Jeanne I Alas! for man, for his life’s disaster: The clock beats fast, but a heart beats faster.
1911 · PDF PAGE 56
…lanched Egyptian beauty foiled By the hungry eyes, and the red mouth soiled By the honey of mine that your greed has spoiled, Jeanne The body a corpse and the soul inurned ! Against your heart I laid mine ear, Jeanne! And the clock went ticking, ticking. How could I choose but hear, Jeanne ? Ah me I what thoughts came pricking Like spurs in the flanks of a weary horse? Nor heart nor clock could feel remorse, But kept their definite deadly course, Jeanne I Alas! for man, for his life’s disaster: The clock beats fast, but a heart beats faster.
1913 · PDF PAGE 129
…ven , And hope once more had found a crack To shine on us from Heaven . Our spending grew and counted up To two pounds ten a week ; Each body had daily bite and sup, And each grew almost sleek . It couldn 't last, the children moved And made their scattered beds , Their mother died and I had proved Too hard my vigour 's threads. With hair gone grey and muscle stiff , Eye dim and hearing slow , I stand at fifty on the cliff And feel the surf below . 110
1910 · PDF PAGE 170
160 THE WILD ASS Faintly and feebly murmuring I uttered the mysterious runes, And bade my bodys sleekness sing Silky, satanic, subtle tunes. Was he not holy ? Milk of moons Were not so pallid as his cheek, And roses of a million Junes His mouth left livid. So I seek In all Gods seas a tiny creek Wherein to moor my shallop. Nay ! He is a mountain, chill with bleak Stark winds of innocence astray ! The fearful passion sweeps me away. So with a passionate thrill of fear I creeplike shadows across Day ! Like Winter on the expended year ! From t…
1919 · PDF PAGE 145
… in that way, for he goes on: Now, had I really arrived at the End, it seems reasonable to suppose I should not be here writing this. My body and mind are at any rate still in existence as a body and mind. But, as these are admittedly impermanent, does it matter much that they continue to exist in this form or no? What has that to do with the Consciousness of the Existence of That which transcends both? Now, had not some part of my present State of Existence realized the pos- sibility of another and higher state of Consciousness, should I not s…
1898 · PDF PAGE 81
…, Fire and desire and delight, of a love that is always young ; Hell has the pains of hell, but the sweetest of lusts for leaven. Fierce body, breasts of delight, fearful and murderous tongue. Hell is the house of all delight, Heaven the home of a bitter blight ; Pain is our joy and our spirits’ power, Never shall fade its fiery flower. Now is the triumph of Love, gazing far to an infinite pleasure, Pleasure that mocks Heaven’s hopes, that our hands are impatient to hold. Love and delight pouring out, in a fearless insatiate measure, Out of the…
1903 · PDF PAGE 71
…nd their lashes With tender mirage of a tear ; Dew fallen on the mouth as it flashes, The kiss that is master of fear ; Dew covering the body that dashes and clings to me here. O fairest, O rose among roses ! O flower of the innermost fire ! O tune of my soul that encloses All life, the tempestuous lyre ! O dawn of my dawn that reposes and darts in desire ! And death and its portals are rifted, Life listens our kisses that weep ; Love hears, and his measure is shifted, Grows solemn and deadly and deep ; Love’s ship droops its sails and is drift…
1905 · PDF PAGE 117
…Run, all so wild and all so pleasant ! Glides No phantom creeping from the under sides Of the grey globe : no avatar of pain Gathering a body from the wind and rain. So the night fell, and gently grew the shades In firelight fancies taking idle form ; Often a flashing May-day ring of maids, Or like an army through resounding glades Glittering, with martial music, trumpet, shawm, Drum—so I build the echoes of the storm II2
1905 · PDF PAGE 138
… means to catch and crush him, Pentheus going forth with dance and revel, Soon by Bassarids (wild joys of Nature) To be hunted. Ai ! the body mangled By the fatal fury of the Maenads Led by Agave his maddened mother (Nature’s self). But this the people guess not, Only see the youth in woman’s raiment, Feignèd tresses drooping from his forehead, Awkward with unwonted dress, rude waving Aye the light spear tipped with mystic pine-cone ; Hear his boast who lifts the slender thyrsus : “ I could bear the mass of swart Cithaeron, 133
1908 · PDF PAGE 56
…e Thy shrine, O mild and mystic Rose ! Him all the stars and all the sky begem, For Thou art all the radiance of them. The lean scourged body and the tortured brain Glow with the light of Thy celestial rain. Thou art the secret of the pure keen pleasure Whose fountain springs from the abyss of pain. Thee do we praise in many a merry measure Who art of GOD most high the single treasure. He hath ten jewels in His holy House ; All these be mystic, clear and luminous ; But only Thou art worthy of the throne, O Mother and O daughter and O spouse Of …
1928 · PDF PAGE 72
… their manner that at first I took them to be indeed gods. The face of the first Satan was epicene, and he had also in every line of his body the soft- ness of old Bacchus. Lovely were his eyes, and languishing, of a shadowy and undecided col- our, resembling violets still wetted with the heavy tears of the storm, and his half-opened
1929 · PDF PAGE 154
…uneasy, respond- ing no longer to her lover. Unless they diagnose the cause, a quarrel may resuit, and the woman’s bewildered and hungry Body of Light may turn in its distress to that of the Magician who has mastered it. Take a third case of this class 2. I wish to recover my watch, snatched from me in a crowd. Here I hâve no direct means of control over the muscles that could bring back my watch, nor over the mind that moves these muscles. I am not even able to inform that mind of my Will, for I do not know where it is. But I know it to be a m…
1899 · PDF PAGE 60
…ht beyond all cost— Nay, but my spirit breaks the slender chain That held it down. The pain Of death is past and I am free. Nay, I, This body, dead, must lie Till Thou come home again, O soaring Soul. The gates supernal roll ! Flash through them, O white-winged, white-blossom ghost ! Ah, God! for I am lost. - [Jephthah remains motionless, [Morning dawns. Enter Jared, Soldters, Prophet. SOLDIERS. . Hail, captain! We are ready now for death, Or victory, if shining wings are fain To hover over dauntless hearts. Behold Our ready bands to follow to …
1899 · PDF PAGE 39
…ithal strode on To the vast margin of the waters wan That barred him from his goal ; his cloak he stripped, Then in the waves his sudden body dipped, And with his strenuous hands the emerald water gripped. Long had he struggled (for Poseidons hand Heaped foam against him) toward the seemly strand, But that Loves Mother, journeying from Rome, Passed in her car the swimmer, while her home Scarce yet was glimmering oer the waste wide sea, Against whose wrath he strove so silently ; Whom now beholding, checked her eager team, Dipped to the foam …
1911 · PDF PAGE 56
…e Thy shrine, O mild and mystic Rose ! Him all the stars and all the sky begem, For Thou art all the radiance of them. The lean scourged body and the tortured brain Glow with the light of Thy celestial rain. Thou art the secret of the pure keen pleasure Whose fountain springs from the abyss of pain. Thee do we praise in many a merry measure Who art of GOD most high the single treasure. He hath ten jewels in His holy House ; All these be mystic, clear and luminous ; But only Thou art worthy of the throne, O Mother and O daughter and O spouse Of …
1912 · PDF PAGE 172
THE EQUINOX And beneath that glorious banner, in its folds of gold and red, I fought on (the lonely battle I) by the body of my dead. And the cowards still hung trembling, and the smoke poured hot and high, The brave black flag of Anarchy, a portent in the skyl Ayl we left the black flag flying, as behoves a man to do, For they were fifteen hundred, and we were only two. And the banner of destruction wraps me round with glory and awe— Here’s a last clip of brave bullets for the bastard hounds of law! And here’s a health to Freedom, and may man defe…