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Page 28 of 1031910 · PDF PAGE 453
…The perfect fool! “Now, by God’s wounds!” quoth he, “my strength Is burnt out to a pest of pains. Let me fling off my curse at length In old Chaldea’s starry plains! Thou blesséd Jesus, foully nailed Unto the cruel Calvary tree, Look on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but death That shall avail me in my place, That I may know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace? Keep Thou yet firm this trembling leaf My soul, dear God Who died for men; Yea! for that sinner-soul the chief, Sir P…
1910 · PDF PAGE 453
…The perfect fool! “Now, by God’s wounds!” quoth he, “my strength Is burnt out to a pest of pains. Let me fling off my curse at length In old Chaldea’s starry plains! Thou blesséd Jesus, foully nailed Unto the cruel Calvary tree, Look on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but death That shall avail me in my place, That I may know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace? Keep Thou yet firm this trembling leaf My soul, dear God Who died for men; Yea! for that sinner-soul the chief, Sir P…
1913 · PDF PAGE 285
… science will change front; the spirit, so long de- throned and forgotten, will take its ancient place; it will be demonstrated that the old traditions are all true, that the whole of paganism is only a system of corrupted and misplaced truths, that it is sufficient to cleanse them, so to say, and to put them back again in their place, to see them shine with all their rays. In a word, all ideas will change, and since on all sides a multitude of the elect cry in concert, ‘Come, Lord, come!’ why should you blame the men who throw themselves forwa…
1913 · PDF PAGE 285
… science will change front; the spirit, so long de- throned and forgotten, will take its ancient place; it will be demonstrated that the old traditions are all true, that the whole of paganism is only a system of corrupted and misplaced truths, that it is sufficient to cleanse them, so to say, and to put them back again in their place, to see them shine with all their rays. In a word, all ideas will change, and since on all sides a multitude of the elect cry in concert, ‘Come, Lord, come!’ why should you blame the men who throw themselves forwa…
1928 · PDF PAGE 48
XIV THE OLD MOUNTEBANK EVERYWHERE spread and moved and frol- icked the holiday folk. It was one of those fes- tivals on which, since long, mountebanks, trick performers, menagerie proprietors, and ped- lars count to make up for the slack seasons of the year. On such days it seems to me that the peo- ple forgets everything, both sorrow and toil; it becomes as children are; for the children it is a holiday, for the frown-ups it is an armistice concluded with the maleficent powers of life, a respite in the universal strife and struggle. The man of…
1928 · PDF PAGE 60
XVIII WILL YOU COME WITH ME? THERE is a superb country; a country of Cockaigne, they say, which I dream of visiting with an old friend. Singular country, drowned in the fogs of our northern marches, which one may call the east of the west, the China of Europe, so much does warm and capricious fancy there take the bit in its teeth; so much has it been patiently and obstinately made il- lustrious by its wise and delicate flora. A true country of Cockaigne, where all is beautiful, rich, quiet, straightforward. Where luxury takes pleasure in admiri…
1928 · PDF PAGE 155
…gh, the master of this inn must appreciate Horace and the poets of the school of Epicurus; per- haps even he knows the refinement of the old Egyptians, who held no festival without a skeleton or some other emblem of the short- ness of life. In he went, drank a glass of beer opposite the tombstones, and slowly smoked a cigar. Then the fancy took him to go into the ceme- tery whose grass was so tall and so inviting, and where so rich a sun held sway. In effect, the light and the heat were revel- ling there, and one would have said that the drunk…
1899 · PDF PAGE 68
…t wisdom to awaiting ears. Thy voice shall carry it, thy words shall bear Full fruit to-day. Speak only, it is done. AHINOAM. I am grown old, and go not out to wars. But in the lusty days of youth my face Turned from the battle and pursuit and spoil Only to one face dearer than my soul, And my wife’s eyes were welcome more desired Than chains of roses, and the song of children, And swinging palm branches, and milk-white—elders. CHORUS. Fie on thy railing! But his wife is sick, And cannot leave the borders of her house.
1903 · PDF PAGE 67
…perate and strange surmise About the inmost heart of things. This is all strange : but is not life, Death, all, most strange, not to be told, Not to be understood by strife Of brain, nor bought for gleaming gold, Nor known by aught but love? And love Far from resolving soul to sense, Stands isolated and above Immaculate, alone, intense, Concentrate on itself. But should The lesser leave me, as it might ; The lesser never touch you; would Your will be one with my delight? Leave all the thoughts and miseries ! Invade the glowing fields of sun! Cr…
1928 · PDF PAGE 21
…the breast of its mount, and its fables head crowned the forehead of the man like one of those horrific helmets by which the warriors of old time hoped to add to the terror of the en- emy. I questioned one of these men, and asked him where they were going. He answered me that neither he nor the others knew anything of this, but that evidently they were going
1905 · PDF PAGE 151
…than god And less than man. not. Thine eyelids tremble S’AFI. I shall avenge it asa god. The land Shall be made free. AMENHATEP. And the old gods have sway, Re-born from incorruption. S’AFI. The old gods ! I must muse deeply. Keep your ancient ways A little. I must play the part through so. CHORUS. In the ways of the North and the South Whence the dark and the dayspring are drawn, . We pass with the song of the mouth Of the notable Lord of the Dawn. Unto Ra, the desire of the East, let the clamour of singing proclaim The fire of his name ! In t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 14
…. 3. In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found. 4. Yet she shall be known and I never. 5. Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this knowledge go aright. 6. I am the flame that burns in every'heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life; yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. 7. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube…
1910 · PDF PAGE 125
…your moustachioed mouth ; The fading fires in your debauched grey eyes With the black grooves about them, each a trench Where some dead soldier rots, a sterile stench All of you, ripe and rotten, athwart the lies Of paint and powder, false fanfares of youth That blare, yet passionate ache their tongue were true Hag of the pit, what should I make of you ? I will legitimize the bastard spell ! Take all your falsehood, weld it with my force. Now then, Canidia, match thy miracle With mine, old medlar ! Though the reek of hell Gush from thy gorge,…
1912 · PDF PAGE 84
42 THE EQUINOX By my Will I swept away The web of metaphysic, smiled At the blind labyrinth, where the grey Old snake of madness \vove his wild Curse I As I trod the trackless way Through sunless gorges of Cathay, I became a little child. By nameless rivers, swirling through Chasms, a fantastic blue, Month by month, on barren hills, In burning heat, in bitter chills, Tropic forest, Tartar snow, Smaragdine archipelago, See me—led by some wise hand That I did not understand. Mom and noon and eve and night I, the forlorn eremit‘e, Called on Him wi…
1912 · PDF PAGE 84
42 THE EQUINOX By my Will I swept away The web of metaphysic, smiled At the blind labyrinth, where the grey Old snake of madness \vove his wild Curse I As I trod the trackless way Through sunless gorges of Cathay, I became a little child. By nameless rivers, swirling through Chasms, a fantastic blue, Month by month, on barren hills, In burning heat, in bitter chills, Tropic forest, Tartar snow, Smaragdine archipelago, See me—led by some wise hand That I did not understand. Mom and noon and eve and night I, the forlorn eremit‘e, Called on Him wi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 89
…and bring her father home. -JARED [aszde]. Horrible! I must speak and silence this Monstrous impossible villainy of fate. CHORUS. O wise old man, thou speakest cleverly. AHINOAM, So do, and praise be given you from God. ELEAZAR., God, Who this day has slumbered not, nor slept ; He only keepeth Israel: Ie is God ! CHORUS. When God uplifted hands to smite, And earth from chaos was unrolled; When skies and seas from blackest night Unfurled, twin sapphires set with gold ; When tumult of the boisterous deep Roared from its slow ungainly sleep, And f…
1901 · PDF PAGE 139
…c : let my light extend ! I cannot comprehend one truth. My sight is biased, and my mind— One snake-skin thought is of its youth ; Grows old, and casts the slough behind. O Themis, Lady of the plume, Shed thy twin godhead in the gloom ! How ugly is this life of mine ! How slimes it in the terrene mud ! Clouds hide the beauty all-divine, The moonlight has a mist of blood. O Hathoor, Lady of the West, Take thy sad lover to thy breast ! Even the perfumes of the dawn Intoxicate, deceive the soul. Let every shadow be withdrawn ! Let there be Light, …
1902 · PDF PAGE 75
… My true knight ! I ask thee once again, Once more invoke the epithets of love. Suspend my powers — constrain thee on my knees For thine old kisses. See, I am all thine ! All thine the splendid body, and the shape Of mighty breasts, and supple limbs, and wide Lips, and slow almond eyes ! Adorable, Seductive, sombre, moving amorously. Droop the long eyelids, purple with young blood. The lazy lashes and the flowing mane. The flame of fire from head to feet of me ! K 73
1905 · PDF PAGE 29
…re the unburied wander still ; As the laughter of young faces ; As the Word that is the will; As the life of wells and fountains, Of the old deep-seated mountains; As the forest’s desolate sighing; As the moaning of the earth Where her seeds are black and dying; As the earthquake’s sudden birth; As the vast volcano rending Its own breasts; as music blending With young maiden’s loving laughter, With the joy of fatherhood, With the cry of Mznads after Sacrifice by well or wood ; As the grave religious throng Moving silently along, Leading heifers…
1926 · PDF PAGE 13
…. 3. In the sphere I am everywhere the centre, as she, the circumference, is nowhere found. 4. Yet she shall be known and I never. 5. Behold! the rituals of the old time are black. Let the evil ones be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this knowledge go aright. 6. I am the flame that burns in every'heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life; yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. 7. I am the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube…