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Page 33 of 1031901 · PDF PAGE 132
…the smitten noon ! O sworded with the majesty of light, O girded with the glory of the moon ! Angel of absolute splendour ! Link of mine Old weary spirit with the All-Divine ! Ship that shalt carry me by many winds Driven on the limitless ocean ! Mighty sword, By which I force that barrier of the mind’s Miscomprehension of its own true lord ! Listen, and answer, and behold my brow Fiery with hope ! Bend down, and touch it now ! Press the twin dawn of thy desirous lips In the swart masses of my hair ; bend close,
1903 · PDF PAGE 16
14 Criospa. Yes! yes! of course, but only by my making. Maurya. Was not my birth miraculous ? and strange The death of the old people of this house That left you guardian¢ CRrIOosDA. Yes, girl, that was strange. Maurya. Then, is the power that makes me in the end True Goddess Maurya, yours, yours only ? Crriospa. [Solemnly.| No ! Stop ! ask no more! There lies the awful crux. Blind are fate’s eyes, and pinioned are will’s wings. In you the whole chance lies. Maurya. In me? CRIOSDA. In you. Maurya. _ I will do all to win ! CRIOSDA. Do all? Maury…
1903 · PDF PAGE 32
…er ; @ goodly crew of choristers intone low litanies. A few young folk are at @ sort of barrier by the footlights (centre) in prayer. An old woman enters and brings an offering of flowers, which the priests re- ceive and cast before the throne. Rupna motions Criospa to be silent.] 1st Prizst. Glory unto thee, Maurya, secret Lady of the Stars ! CuorisTeRs. Who wast born on earth ! 2nd Priest. Glory unto thee, Maurya, Lady of Life ! CuorisTers. Who didst die for us ! Art. Glory for ever unto Maurya! Tue Worsuippinc Fotx. Maurya, hear us! [ All be…
1909 · PDF PAGE 117
…stretched himself, twirled round half a dozen times like a dervish, pocketed his pipe, and went stooping through the open doorway. Grand old Frédéric was there, in his vast corduroys and sou’-wester hat, a ’cello in his hand. His trim grey beard was a shade whiter than when Roderic had last patronised the “ Lapin,” five years before ; but the kindly, gay, triumphant eyes were nowise dimmed by time. He knew Roderic at a glance, and gave his left hand carelessly, as if he had been gone but yesterday. Time ambles easily for the owner of such an ey…
1909 · PDF PAGE 117
…stretched himself, twirled round half a dozen times like a dervish, pocketed his pipe, and went stooping through the open doorway. Grand old Frédéric was there, in his vast corduroys and sou’-wester hat, a ’cello in his hand. His trim grey beard was a shade whiter than when Roderic had last patronised the “ Lapin,” five years before ; but the kindly, gay, triumphant eyes were nowise dimmed by time. He knew Roderic at a glance, and gave his left hand carelessly, as if he had been gone but yesterday. Time ambles easily for the owner of such an ey…
1910 · PDF PAGE 150
…ob Catches my throat. All these vain voices die, And all these thunders venomously hurled Stop. My head strikes the floor ; one cry, the old cry, Strikes at the sky in its exquisite agony : Rose ! Rose o th World !
1912 · PDF PAGE 60
…. I am surrounded by a gang of sots. MORTADELLO. The knave ! THE DOGE. Oh, Magdalena ! oh my daughter ! Did the grave That yawned for my old bones catch thy young antelope spring ? MORTADELLO. Mother of God ! to find the slave that did this thing. Ill torture first the torturers to stimulate Device and practice. ORLANDO. [Rushing from behind the altar.] Now look up and face thy fate ! It is Orlando ! Did you think to steal my swan, Defile the blue-veined breasts this head has slept upon ? MORTADELLO. Detested dog of Hell ! Black spawn o the p…
1898 · PDF PAGE 136
…ok upon me, the leper among men, The corpse among the living ! Intercede, Good pitying pitiable Christ ! My need Is viler than my sins ! Old sins, you tire ! Come, some new devilry to reinspire My lips with frenzied laughter ! Vain, ah, vain ! Th’ extreme of pleasure and the worst of pain, I have tasted all. No more, all hope must end— Hope ! Damn that word ! It mocks me like that friend
1910 · PDF PAGE 12
…d tempest, Seamed with wounds, like adamant, shod with iron, Torn by the earthquake. Still through all the stresses of doubtful weather Hold the firm old pinnacles, sky-defying ; Still the icy feet of the wind relentless. Walk in their meadows. Fields that flower not, blossom in no new springtide ; Fields where grass nor herb nor abounding darnel Flourish ; fields more barren, devoid, than oceans Pasture ungarnered. Deserts, stone as arid as sand, savannahs Black with wrecks, a wilderness evil, fruitless ; Still, to me, a land of the bluest he…
1913 · PDF PAGE 182
…assion of thy virgin will, Nor heed the murmurous song of thee, that blows Over their heads, my Rose: But in cool paths and shady Of the old secret woods, ah! they might find thee still! Rose! Rose! the driving rain, the shadows growing Over the pathway of the doubtful land, Obscure thee from me, and no foot-fall now I hear; if it be thou, So silent, that art going, I shall not know, nor in thy darkness understand.
1913 · PDF PAGE 182
…assion of thy virgin will, Nor heed the murmurous song of thee, that blows Over their heads, my Rose: But in cool paths and shady Of the old secret woods, ah! they might find thee still! Rose! Rose! the driving rain, the shadows growing Over the pathway of the doubtful land, Obscure thee from me, and no foot-fall now I hear; if it be thou, So silent, that art going, I shall not know, nor in thy darkness understand.
1928 · PDF PAGE 89
…irl will beg him to describe the Opera ball to her, and ask him if one may go there bare-foot, as one may on the Sunday dances, when the old Kaffir women themselves get drunk and furious with joy, And then again she will ask if the fair ladies of Paris are all more beautiful than she. Dorothy is admired and petted by everyone, and she would be perfectly happy if she were not obliged to put aside copper after copper so as to buy the freedom of her little sister; who has all of eleven years and who is already a woman, and so beautiful. She will s…
1929 · PDF PAGE 107
…cope. He knew it not only from his own divinations, but deduced it from the fact of the intervention of Simon Iff. He knew well that the old Master would not have lifted a finger for anything less than a world-war. Douglas therefore judged that if he could defeat Grey's purpose, it would involve the triumph of his own. Such forces, recoiling upon his head who had evoked them, would shatter him into a thousand fragments. Douglas, still weak from the destruction of his "watcher," was particularly clear on this point! [153] Arthwait was to be the …
1961 · PDF PAGE 220
LIBER ALEPH VEL CXI 208 Zw De Oraculo Summo (Of the Last Oracle) ND who is this Pure Fool? Lo, in the Sagas of Old Time, Legend of Scald, of Bard, of Druid, cometh He not in Green Like Spring? O thou Great Fool, thou Water that art Air, in whom all Complex is resolved! Yes, thou in ragged Raiment, with the Staff of Priapus and the Wineskin! thou standest up on the Crocodile, like Hoor- pa-Kraat; and the Great Cat leapeth upon thee! Yea, and more also I have known Thee who Thou art, Bacchus Diphues, none and two, in thy Name IAO! Now at the End …
1929 · PDF PAGE 95
…tion from the terrace of the house itself. At last they came out from their narrow gangway to the by-street behind the church. It was an old and neglected thoroughfare, far from the main automobile road that runs along the crest. It was a place that the centuries had forgotten. Lisa realized that it was a haven of calm — and in a sense she resented the fact. Her highly-coloured nature demanded constant stimulus. She was an emotion-fiend, if one may construct the term by analogy with another branch of pathology. The lovers turned to the left thr…
1899 · PDF PAGE 192
… Magical chants to awake from their prison Spirits to answer desire. Demons from palaces fiery arisen Now to obey us are dying ; All the old leaves of the winter fall fast, Swept by the wide-waving wing of the blast On to a haven undying. Here, on the breast of the summer, reposes Lover by lover, together, alone. Here do I rest, in a garden of roses, Here, in the heaven of earth, with my own. Earth in our: joy is rejoicing. Dances the sun as we kiss in his despite ; Star unto star still is voicing Marvels of song, till the moon for a respite Tu…
1901 · PDF PAGE 87
THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY. 75 I, his best sword, must fall, in earnest fight. The old despair was coward—he was right. Now, king, I pay your debt. A purple stain Hides his laced throat—I sober at the sight. “ King, you are touched ! ” “ Fight on, Earl Lecherer ! ” I cursed him to his face—the added spur Sticks venom in my lunge—a sudden thrust ! No cry, no gasp ; but he is in the dust, Stark dead. The queen—I hate the name of her ! So grew the mustard-seed, one moment’s lust. I too was wounded : shameful runs the song. She nursed me through tha…
1905 · PDF PAGE 158
…s, and the shapeless toads Fed by their lovers duly on the draught That bloats and blisters, blackens and corrodes. These had he seed of old ; so now he laughed, Not without bitterness deep-lying, that erst He had esteemed such foolish devil’s craft Part of his quest, his qest when fair and first He flung the last, the strongest horseman back With such a buffet that no skill amerced Its debt but headlong in his charger’s track He must be hurled, rib-shattered by the shock ; And the loud populace exclaimed “ Alack ! ”, Their favourite foiled. Bu…
1899 · PDF PAGE 73
…ng round her the iron gates of hell In gloomy strength : so sweet, so terrible, So fair, her image in the brook might make A passionless old god his hunger slake By plunging in the waters, though he knew His drowning body drowned her image too. Yet she seemed gentle. Never thorn assailed The tender finger that would touch, nor failed The strong desire of Zeus, who wisely went, As was his wont, with amorous intent Among those pastures, and fresh fragrant lawns, And dewy wonder of new woods, where dawns A new flower every day, a perfect flower, E…
1901 · PDF PAGE 40
…this event! Yet even I, its very self, lament The execrable tyranny, The rayless misery Of this wild whirlpool sea of circumstance. Mine old eyes look askance: It is my punishment to dwell In mine own self-created hell. [CORA vushes in. MADELINE. What curse of God hath smitten you? I see Exceeding horror in abiding shape, Blasting the countenance of peace and love With some distortion. O your mouth’s awry! CORA, 2% a hoarse, horrible voice, You cannot tell! I cannot tell myself. Some vital mist of blood is shrouding sight From all but my corrup…