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Page 33 of 1961919 · PDF PAGE 130
…is 333, which in Greek importeth Impotence and Idleness: and the nature of Cho- ronzon is Dispersion and Incoherence. Then in the Way of Love Evil appears as “all that which tends to prevent the Union of any two things.” Thus the Book of the Law sayeth, under the figure of the Voice of Nuit: “take your fill and will of love as ye will, when, where and with whom ye will! But always unto me.” For every act of Love must be “under Will,” that is, in accordance with the True Will, which is not to rest content with things par- tial and transitory, bu…
1899 · PDF PAGE 221
… the shores his eyes had lately seen, He kept a half-regretful memory; And thought, when all the flower-strewn ways were green, “ Better love Circe than Penelope!” Yes. A good woman’s love will forge a chain To break the spirit of the bravest Greek ; While with a harlot one may leap again Free as the waters of the western main, And turn with no heart-pang the vessel’s beak Out to the oceans that all seamen seek.
1901 · PDF PAGE 66
54 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. “ THE TWO WISDOMS.” OPHIE ! I loved her, tenderly at worst. Yet in my passion’s highest ecstasy, When life lost pleasure in desire to die And never taste again the deadly thirst For those caresses ; even then a curst Sick pang shot through me : looking afar on high, Beyond, I see £¿Æ¹± in the sky. The pretty bubble of Love’s pipe is burst ! Yea ! through the portals of the dusky dawn I see the nameless Rose of Heaven unfold ! Yea ! through rent passion and desire withdrawn Burns in the East the far ephemeral gold. O Wisdo…
1903 · PDF PAGE 28
… The moon is up: upon the prow We stand and watch the moon. A star is lustred on your brow ; Your lips begin a tune, A long, low tune of love that swells Little by little, and lights The overarching miracles Of love’s desire, and Night’s. It swells, it rolls to triumph-song Through luminous black skies ; Thrills into silence sharp and strong, Assumes its peace, and dies. There is the night: it covers close The lilies folded fair Of all your beauty, and the rose Half hidden in your hair. 26
1905 · PDF PAGE 101
…AND DRAMATIC Music of sombre motion, swaying slow. The sky above is one dark indigo Voiceless and deep, no light is hard within To shame love’s lips and rouse the silky skin From its dull olive to a perfect white. For scarce an hour the golden rim of light Tinges the southward bergs; for scarce an hour The sun puts forth his seasonable flower, And only for a little while the wind Wakes at his coming, and beats cold and blind On the wild sea that struggles to release The hard grip from its throat, and lie at ease Lapped in the eternal summer. Bu…
1996 · PDF PAGE 64
Chapter I b Verse 52 65 love. All science, all art, every elaboration should emphasize and adorn the expression of the enthusiasm. All strength and all skill should be summoned to fulfil the frenzy, and life itself should be flung with a spendthrift gesture on the counter of the Merchant of Madness. On the steel of your helmet let there be gold inlaid with the motto “Excess.” The above indications are taken from a subsequent passage of the third chapter of this Book.1 1 [See Commentary to 111:55-56, pp. 170-181.] 2 [Yvette Guilbert (1868-1944) …
1899 · PDF PAGE 142
…y by sight. These things we fear, and move as in a mist One from the other, and we had not kissed. Only the perfume of her lips and hair Love’s angel wafted slowly to me there, And as I went like death away I wist _Its savour faded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went away, away, away, Out of the night that was to me the day, And_rode to meet the sun to hide in light The sorrow of the day that was the night. So I rode slowly in the morning gray, And all the meadows with the frost -were white. And lo! between the mountains there uprose The wint…
1899 · PDF PAGE 8
… Was dark and hateful ; and a sleepy flood Trickled therefrom as magic gums that melt. I had no care that hour for anything : Not for my love, not for myself; I cling Desperate to despair, as some to hope, Unheeding Saturn in their horoscope ; But I, despair is lord of me and king ; But I, my thoughts tend ever to the rope. But I, unknightly, recreant, a coward, Dare not release my soul from fate untoward By such a craven’s cunning. Nay, my soul Must move unflinching to what’bitter goal The angry gods design—if gods be froward I am a man, nor f…
1905 · PDF PAGE 93
… my soul at thy knees. Thou, thou hast left me no morrow. Days and desires, what are these ? Nay, I have torn from my breast passion and love and despair : Sought in thy palaces rest, sleep that awaited me there ; Sleep that awaits me in vain : I have done with the hope of things ; Passion and pleasure and pain have stung me, and lost their stings. Only abides there a hollow, void as the heart of the earth. Echo may find it and follow, dead from the day of her birth. Life, of itself not insatiate ; death, not presuming to be ; Share me intense …
1919 · PDF PAGE 192
THE EQUINOX him reply “Love is the law, love under will.” The latter sentence shall also be used as the greeting of farewell. In writing, wherever greeting is usual, it should be as above, opening “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.”, and closing “Love is the law, love under will.” 2. Social gatherings should be held as often as is convenient, and there the Law should be read and explained. 3. The special tracts written by Us, or authorized by Us, should be dis- tributed to all persons with whom those who have accepted the Law may…
1907 · PDF PAGE 58
52 ROSA MUNDI, AND OTHER LOVE-SONGS Of tingling light, and, gathering ever force From thine own love, its unextended source, Became the magic utterance that makes Me, Dissolving self into the starless sea That makes one lake of molten joy, one pond Steady as light and hard as diamond ; One drop, one atom of constraint intense, Of elemental passion scorning sense, All the concentred music that is I. O! hear me not! I die; I am borne away in misery of dumb life That would in words flash forth the holiest heaven That to the immortal God of Gods is…
1899 · PDF PAGE 144
… Was dark and hateful ; and a sleepy flood Trickled therefrom as magic gums that melt. I had no care that hour for anything : Not for my love, not for myself; I cling Desperate to despair, as some to hope, Unheeding Saturn in their horoscope ; But I, despair is lord of me and king ; But I, my thoughts tend ever to the rope. But I, unknightly, recreant, a coward, Dare not release my soul from fate untoward By such a craven’s cunning. Nay, my soul Must move unflinching to what’bitter goal The angry gods design—if gods be froward I am a man, nor f…
1901 · PDF PAGE 79
…lwart. “ Ah ! the quest,” he cried, “ the quest.” God’s heart ! the antics, as they toil and shove ! One grabs a coin, one life, another love. All shriek, “ The prize is mine ! ” as men possessed. I was not fooled at anything thereof. Rather I hated them, and scorned for slaves ; “ Fools ! all your treasure is at last the grave’s ! ” Mine eyes had fixed them on the sphinx, the sky. “ Is then this quest of immortality ? ” And echo answered from some unseen caves : Mortality ! I shrink, and wonder why. Strange I am nothing tainted with this fear …
1909 · PDF PAGE 72
… face the foemen, number them, Measure their arms! Who smiteth us? We wove In grove and garden many a diadem Dewy with all the purity of love. The Hermes of the orchard lets the string Slip from his finger, and the arrow speeds Striking our love beneath the flamy wing So that the héart of heaven breaks and bleeds. That poisoned shaft fed with corrupting germs Hath stricken us to earth : the wound corrodes, Breeding within us all its noisome worms, All the black larvae of the accurst abodes : — The virgin of our reed-shrill ecstasies Raped by th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 194
184 MR TODD the English hypocrite ? Who was poor Uncle Henry ? Did you love poor Uncle Henry so dearly as all that ? How old were you when your father quarrelled with poor Uncle Henry ? About two and a half ! The only thing you know about poor Uncle Henry is that poor Uncle Henry once tickled your toes. [EUPHEMIA gives a little scream of horror.] Enough humbug about poor Uncle Henry ! . . . Sweetheart ! EUPHEMIA. Mine own ! [They embrace and kiss with great intensity. EUPHEMIA. Unhand me, villain ! . . . But one has to be decent about ones rel…
1899 · PDF PAGE 46
…e to me Across the waves of space ; O passionate face To see ! Ill woo thee, silver dove, Caress thee, lotus-flower ; It is the hour Of Love. Cypris blushed deep ; albeit for love did swoon At the songs sweetness, while the cold dead moon Was still and pale ; her nymphs are fain to sigh With sudden longing filled, and like to die For vain delight, for still across the sea Stole sensuous breaths of Sapphic melody
1903 · PDF PAGE 17
VI Trutn, like old Gaul, is split in three. A lesson in anatomy, A sketch of sociology, A tale of love to end. But see! What stirs the electric flame of eyes? One word—that word. Be destiny’s Inviolate fiat rolled athwart The clouds and cobwebs of our speech, And image, integrate of thought, This ebony anthem, each to each :-— To lie, invulnerable, alone, Valkyrie and hero, in the zone, Shielded by lightnings of our wit, Guarded by fires of intellect Far on the mountain-top, elect Of all the hills divinely lit By rays of moonrise! O the moon! O…
1910 · PDF PAGE 118
110 Ecstasy master of circumstance. XXIX THE MIRAGE Thou art perfect, Habib, in love ; for yesterday when as a test of thy virtue I had thee beaten by the eunuchs, there was no cry of pain. Entirely lost in our love, thy knowledge was only of my member, and not of the blows ; nor could any application of the staves, however vigorous, take away from thee that delight thou hast in me. Thou wast indeed unconscious of thy beating, crying only : “ Press harder and deeper, O mas- ter ! ”, though my member was entirely remote from thy podex, being eng…
1907 · PDF PAGE 7
…rstanding. He will (v.) be frank: no poet truly cares what may happen to him. He sketches (vi.) his argument; but letting fall the word “love” is rapt away into a lyrical transport (vii. and viii.) Further, bidding her (ix.) to fly with him, he points out the value of courage, and its rarity among the bourgeoisie. He calls upon her to awake her own courage, and (x.) bids her embark. His appeal fails, since (xi.) the garter still demands explana- tion. He then shows (xii.) that mental states are not independent of their physical basis, and casts…
1907 · PDF PAGE 14
…ectam et longas hyemes perpetuamque sitim ." And for those former , bid them contemplate well the words of St. Augustine : “ Such as the love of man is, such is he himself . Dost thou love the earth ? Thou art earth . Dost thou love God ? What shall I say ? Thou art God .” J. F. C. F.