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… till they cover the tree, And Mary is throned in the midst of the roses. Go take, O my soul, thy poor heart that has bled To pallor and death for thine evil behaviour ! The heart of the SAVIOUR redeems it to red, And Mary is throned in the heart of the SAVIOUR. Amen. G 8
… that has ever been, each one with every disease and torture that Nature and man have plotted in their hellish brains, each ended with a death, a death like Arthur's, whose infinite pangs were added to his own, recognized and accepted as his own. The same with our child that never was. All children of all nations, incredibly aborted, deformed, tortured, torn in pieces, abused by every foulness that the imagi- nation of an arch-devil could devise. And so for every thought. I realized that the putre- factive changes in the dead man's brain were s…
… Through a land of pleasant things, of woods and streams, Bind my slumber with a chain of pure delight, Though the canker of it stain at death of night, Fill with passion and distaste and wakened pleasure All the moments run to waste that else were treasure ? Who is Love ? a fury red with all men’s blood On his cruel altars shed, a deadly flood ? Or a veiléd vision black with shame and fear, Whose most loathliest attack at night is near, 60
… shall fathom it? | PROPHET. Thy help is from the hills and desert lands. CHORUS. Our help is from the hills: we know the Lord. PROPHET. Death rides most violently against the sun.
…his our “ Christian ” parents marred our youth : “ One thing is certain of our origin. We are born Adam’s bastards into sin, Servants to Death and Time’s devouring tooth. God, damning most, had this one thought of ruth To save some dozens—Us : and by the skin Of teeth to save us from the devil’s gin— Repentance ! Blood ! Prayer ! Sackcloth ! This is truth.” Our parents answer jesting Pilate so. I am the meanest servant of the Christ : But, were I heathen, cannibal, profane, My cruel spirit had not sacrificed My children to this Moloch. I am pla…
…his his last of terms. Yea! he must die with horror in his ears, Hate in his heart. The mischief must endure. He hath expiated naught by death. His tears, His thoughts, these strike nor stay her not, be sure! She is Madness, and a fury; though were gone All life to war, she would scream on—scream on. 50
…he knows God’s will, not he! Her ardour licks Flowers from the dust. O fool! that, heavy of breath, Dost rot in worship at the shrine of death! O mystic rapture of the crucifix! 08
AMPHORA VII I EFORE the veil of death divide And usher man to bliss or bale He hath an hour to heal his pride And greet Thee with a glad “ All hail ” ! CHORUS ; Hail Mary, blessed through the ages ! Hail Mary, blessed to the term ! Thou hast stilled the heathen as he rages, And trod upon the laidly worm. II In calm and storm, in peace and strife, There is a lull ; be ours to scale Therein the pinnacles of life By greeting Thee with Mary hail ! III Some of us conquer and succeed ; Some in the battle flinch and fail : Thou art enough for either n…
…n, cheated of his prey, sank yelling into the Pit. But alas! there is no such word: nothing but a pagan Epicureanism even in the jaws of death. A Prayer Merciful and loving Father, almighty God, grant unto us Thy humble servants and ministers a double portion of Thy Spirit that our eyes may be opened to the wickedness of them that love Thee not, that by Thy grace our ministrations may be used to bring them out of darkness into Light, by the virtue of our crucified Lord, risen and ascended, Thine only- begotten Son, in Whose name we ask this Thy…
…hat sees, the soul that slays ! Inhabit the untrodden ways, Set ! Thou my god and I thy priest, Thy temple hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast ! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hates co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East The scorpions hole, the lions lair ! I kissed his mouthsublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met Yea ! darkness cover everywhere The secret of the House of Set !
… till they cover the tree, And Mary is throned in the midst of the roses. Go take, O my soul, thy poor heart that has bled To pallor and death for thine evil behaviour ! The heart of the SAVIOUR redeems it to red, And Mary is throned in the heart of the SAVIOUR. Amen. G 8
…ely couched Upon its breast of burnished gold. “ Ah! by Christ's blood!” (his soul avouched), “ Nothing but change (but change!) abides. Death lurks, a leopard curled and crouched,
…ely couched Upon its breast of burnished gold. “ Ah! by Christ's blood!” (his soul avouched), “ Nothing but change (but change!) abides. Death lurks, a leopard curled and crouched,
AMPHORA VII I EFORE the veil of death divide And usher man to bliss or bale He hath an hour to heal his pride And greet Thee with a glad “ All hail ” ! CHORUS ; Hail Mary, blessed through the ages ! Hail Mary, blessed to the term ! Thou hast stilled the heathen as he rages, And trod upon the laidly worm. II In calm and storm, in peace and strife, There is a lull ; be ours to scale Therein the pinnacles of life By greeting Thee with Mary hail ! III Some of us conquer and succeed ; Some in the battle flinch and fail : Thou art enough for either n…
Aticta. Only as is the graven image of death ‘Which men call life, and ignorantly adore! Crassus. Spare me! I cannot bear you more. Aurcia. Then will I drown you. Lock your fingers fast In mine, and fet our mouths mix at the last. [Zhe statue of PAN is seen to be alive. Pan. Shrill, shrill Over the hill! ‘The hunter is hot—this is the kill Scream! Scream! Dissolving the dream Of life, the knife to the heart of the wife! The fountain jets Its flood of blood, And the moss that it wets Is an amethyst flame of violets. ‘Who shall escape Murder and …
IN LIMIN Ε (IGNO'I‘LUM PER IGNOTIUS) 0 Rose of Death, open thy petals wide! Aching with infinite sweetnesses within To crush the wavering insect, and to xvin From the deep crimson heart of thee a tide Of wondrous Life; as when the Crucified, Hanging in shame to expiata all sin, Found in the dying thief a soul akin Το His own soul. Is not all Truth allied? Ο miracle of miracles sublime, That all created things should sink to climb! Ο mystery incarnate of the soul, That dies but to be born anew! The whole One monstrous effigy of Life, that Time Scra…
IN LIMIN Ε (IGNO'I‘LUM PER IGNOTIUS) 0 Rose of Death, open thy petals wide! Aching with infinite sweetnesses within To crush the wavering insect, and to xvin From the deep crimson heart of thee a tide Of wondrous Life; as when the Crucified, Hanging in shame to expiata all sin, Found in the dying thief a soul akin Το His own soul. Is not all Truth allied? Ο miracle of miracles sublime, That all created things should sink to climb! Ο mystery incarnate of the soul, That dies but to be born anew! The whole One monstrous effigy of Life, that Time Scra…
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…dly land Fertile of earth hath sent With dolorous intent Some shape or element. What spell of might hath rent The veil of Hell, and bent Death’s purpose to his hand? MINOS. What shaft from the bow of Apollo? ZIACUS., What quiver of wonder Hath cleft the black walls of the hollow RHADAMANTHUS, What terror ? MINOs. What thunder Hath shaken Hell’s gates to the base? AIMACUS. Withstanding the guards to their face? RHADAMANTHUS, Hath rent him asunder The portals of is in his wrath? MINOS. Hath made for his will An arrow of light for his path ? JEACU…
…thy fellow-men the fates, And found out Paradise in Hell’s despite.” I heard them laugh, the Harpies and the Hates . . . Then fell, like death, the intolerable night. 31