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…before Thy radiant face ! Bring us to Thy full delight By the ardour of Thy grace ! Darkling doors and dangerous In the ways of life and death :— Cleanse us ! help us ! succour us By the beatific breath ! M 18
…t what is this? I cannot bear it. Aurcra. Ail Uhu! Uhul It is my heart; this arrow strikes me through. Stir not one muscle for a moment. Death! You beast, you kill me with your urgent breath. Crassus. © how I love you! [He moves violently. 24
Francis Békássy. Over endless waters wind , Chase the fast stream faster ; All but love is left behind : Death shall prove the master ! Now the sparrows cease their cry ; Silence stands appalling. Still and far and deep I'll lie, Where the snow is falling . FRAGMENTARY VIEWS . 1. Waters . ARCHES all green and chestnuts hardly white , Rough grass , and clumpy marigolds I see Within the water : but how changed quite ! A world begins , where tree doth grow from tree . What dusky Earths , what Fires at all compare With thee , what Air , what Shadow…
…ess; The Em peror; The Hierophant; The Lovers (or, The Brothers); The Char iot; Adjustment; The Hermit; Fortune; Lust; The Hanged Man; Death; Art; The Devil; The Tower (or, War); The Star; The Moon; The Sun; The Aeon; The Universe.
…ase ! “A fig for God’s eternal peace ! True peace is to annihilate The chain of causes men call Fate, So that no Sattva66 may renew Once death has run life’s shuttle through.” (Their dages put it somewhat thus) What’s fun to them is death to us ! That’s clear at least. B ut never mind! Call them idolaters and blind! We’ll talk of Christ. As Shelley sang, “Shall an eternal issue hang * Great slam—a term of Bridge-Whist. Bara is Hindustani for great. † John iii. 18, “He that believeth not is condemned already.” Mysticism does not need Christ. Kri…
…upon what day a flower shall bloom? And thou shalt give thy wisdom unto the world, and that shall be thy garden. And concerning time and death, thou hast naught to do with these things. For though a precious stone be hidden in the sand of the desert, it shall not heed for the wind of the desert, although it be but sand. For the worker of works hath worked thereupon; and because it is clear, it is invisible; and because it is hard, it moveth not. All these words are heard by everyone that is called NEMO. And with that doth he apply himself to un…
…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 death’s womb infernal pains, Whose fire consumes, destroys, devours Through night’s insatiable hours. And altogether filled with love, And altogether filled with sin, The little sparks and noises move About th…
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…r Lapidis Lazuli. vu. m. o. Be seated in thine Asana, or recumbent in Shavasana, or in the position of the dying Buddha. 1. Think of thy deathj imagine the various diseases that may attack thee, or accidents overtake thee. Picture the process of death, applying always to thyself. (A useful preliminary practice is to read textbooks of Pathology, and to visit muséums and dissecting-rooms.) 2. Continue this practice until death is complété5 follow the corpse through the stages of embalming, wrapping and burial. 3. Now imagine a divine breath enter…
…weat His body perishes, his life is drained, The last sweet drop of nectar has not stained Another life, his lips and limbs are wet With death-dews ! Ha ! The painter has attained As high a meed As his who first begot sweet music on a reed. XXX. And O ! my music is so poor and thin ! I am poor Marsyas ; where shall I find A wise Olympas and a lover kind To teach my mouth to sing some secret sin, Faint, fierce, and horrible, to tune my mind, And on a reed Better beloved to bid me discourses at his need ? 2 6
…mine !— The snake starts up and hisses And strikes and— I am thine ! Venus. Those are thy true joys ? Cruelty for love } Tannhauser. And death in kissing. How I have despised. Riding through meadows of the rushing Rhine, 37
… the poppied grain, No more at all: the vulgar sense is slain. Of all the world alone abides The faint perfume of Patchouli, That subtle death in love; it glides Across the opening dream, derides The fetich folly, immortality. Awake, O dream! Let distant bells And vague muezzins haunt the ear, Gaunt camels kneel by dusky wells, Imagination greyly hear: Allahu akbar! Allahu kabir! Over inhospitable sands Let the simoom its columns spin ! In snowy vales, untrodden lands, Let there be storm, and bearded bands Of robbers pass around the bubbling sk…
…d ecstasy, life loosed at last From the long-held leash! The headlong, hot-mouthed girl Upon her sister like a star is cast, Pallid with death-in-life achieved. O force Of murder animal in the dead embrace! The implacable ardour, unavenged remorse For time’s insulting loss, quickens the pace Unto its prey that gathers, like a storm Shrouding invisibly the crater’s rim Whence fury yet shall wake, and fire inform The inane basalt and coruscations dim Of smouldering infamy. Bow down in awe! It is enough. The Gods are at feast. Withdraw! 49 H
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…as to unfold is alas! too common. Its study may be useful to us as showing the logical outcome of Atheism and Free Love. For the former, death ; for the latter, the death- in-life of a frightful, loathsome, shameful disease. “ Receiving in themselves that recompense of their error which was meet ”. It may seem almost incredible to many of us, perhaps safely established in our comfortable cures, among a simple and Godfearing people, that any man should have been found to pen the disgusting blasphemies, the revolting obscenities, which defile the…
…That clad herself in crimson silk and robes of black And gave men blood instead of milk; and made a track Of lives and gold and dust and death on land and sea, She is fallen, is fallen! to me. That which I gave I take, and that she thought to build, I, even I, will break it flat: my curse ful- filled. No stone of London soon shall stand upon another, No son of her throughout the land shall know his brother, I will destroy her who is rotten: from the face Of earth shall fail the misbegotten, root and race } And the fair country unto them again I…
…’s altar lies the sacrament. O willing victim, eager to be slain, Lusting to feel the knife, the life-veil rent, Assumption energized by death ! O fain To feel the murderous ardour of the priest Clutch at his throat, theurgic frenzy fly About the initiates of the Paschal feast And know it centred in the dim dead I Loosed by the pang — even thus you know it is, Even thus, when I invoke your harsh caress, Put up my mouth to your immortal kiss, Confess you for my lady and murderess — In mine own life-blood I exult to float Even as your white fangs…
… with its ban From you ? How is it, mistress, that I can Remember nothing of you but your eyes ? Your eyes ! Live arrows with a thousand deaths Armed ! Suns of poison, menacing the wreaths Of bay and myrtle that you twined ! Dread spies Of Satan that unveil the God in me, And strip it naked with their mockery ! Death ! will you never take away your eyes ?
… arrayed ! The Hell-Wind whistles through his plume- less pinions ; Clanks all that melancholy host of bones ; Fate’s principalities and Death’s 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 death’s grown faint and fugitive; No light but this their leprous pallor battling Weakly with night. Jord, shall these dry bones live? O keep us in the hour Wherein the King-Ghost hath his power ! The King-Ghost girds m…