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…hall quicken in him, and the dead man rise Osiris; and all power be manifest In our supreme reunion ; let the priest Cast incense on the fire, upon the ground Let water of the fertilising Nile Be spilt, because these dark maternal breasts That gave their milk to that divinest child Are not yet full of the transcending stream That knows its fountain in my deity. 51
…e ? For I am she thou seekest. Come with me And tell me all thy grief ; thy prayer is heard Before thy spirit clothes in wintry word The fire it throbs with. And her eager doves Waited. From seas grown calm the wanton loves Lifted the hero to the pearly car, Whose floor was azure and whose front a star Set in seven jewels girt with ivory. Then the light rein the goddess left to lie Unheeded, and the birds flew on apace,
…er. No more at all. Oh, mother, Oh, Demeter, in my burthen Let me assume thy sorrow singular; A branching temple and an altar earthen, A fire of herbs, a clayen water-jar; An olive grove to bind the sacred girth in Lone woods afar. Let life burn gently thence, as when the ember In one faint incense-puff to shrineward dies. No care, no pain, no craving to remember, One leap toward the knees and destinies, Where shine Her lips like flames, Her breasts like amber, Like moons Her eyes. For my heart turns—ah still!—in Sorrow’s traces, Where sad chil…
… a warder roused from sleep ; I pass, with face of burning flame, That is not quenched, although I weep. (For even my tears are tears of fire, For loathing, madness, and desire.) Ah God ! the traps for fervent feet ! The morrow beaconed, and I came By where the golden groves of wheat In summer glories fiercely flame ; To those white courts, by princes trod, Where Ahab sat, and mocked at God. Where Ahab sat, but lo ! I saw No king, no tyrant to be curst ; But she, who filled me with blind awe, She, for whose blood my thin veins thirst ;
…M THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The Rosicrucian I see the centuries wax and wane. I know their mystery of pain, The secrets of the living fire, The key of life : I live : I reign : For I am master of desire. Silent, I pass amid the folk Caught in its mesh, slaves to its yoke. Silent, unknown, I work and will Redemption, godheads master-stroke, And breaking of the wands of ill. No man hath seen beneath my brows Eternitys exultant house. No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse. I wait the centuries wax and wane. Poor, in …
…y of new - born leaves . Some are like fields of sunlit corn Meet for a bride on her bridal morn , Some , like the flame of her marriage fire , Or rich with the hue of her heart 's desire , Tinkling , luminous , tender and clear , Like her bridal laughter and bridal tear . Some are purple and cold - flecked grey , For her who has journeyed through life 's midway , Whose hands have cherished , whose love has blessed And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast , Who serves her household in fruitful pride , And worships the gods at her husband 's…
TWO FRAGMENTS OF RITUAL o. My mouth is on fire To my lord’s desire. [They exchange the holy greeting by a kiss. 1. I kneel at thy feet, And the honey is sweet. [o. plays music while 1 worships in silence. o. Exhausted, I sink. 1. I am dead, on the brink. o. Let us dance! I Let us dance! o. 1. The Lord give us power To be lost in the trance For an hour—for an hour! [They dance together. A pause of perfect stillness and silence follows; until O., sua sponte, advances and places 1. upon the altar. o. Exhaust me! 1. o. Ere I sink! I. I shall sink !…
TWO FRAGMENTS OF RITUAL o. My mouth is on fire To my lord’s desire. [They exchange the holy greeting by a kiss. 1. I kneel at thy feet, And the honey is sweet. [o. plays music while 1 worships in silence. o. Exhausted, I sink. 1. I am dead, on the brink. o. Let us dance! I Let us dance! o. 1. The Lord give us power To be lost in the trance For an hour—for an hour! [They dance together. A pause of perfect stillness and silence follows; until O., sua sponte, advances and places 1. upon the altar. o. Exhaust me! 1. o. Ere I sink! I. I shall sink !…
…nd that snores louder than we do? When shall we be able to digest our din- ners in a motionless armchair? Some of them thought of their fire-side, re- gretted their faithless and sullen wives, their squalling offspring. They were all so obsessed by the image of the absent land that I think they would have eaten grass more enthusiasti- cally than do cattle. At last we sighted the
…rning its revolution; and ruling as the connecting link between Yetzirah and the Material Plane or Universe. I THE ROOT OF THE POWERS OF FIRE Are of Wands A WHITE Radiating Angelic Hand, issuing from clouds, and grasping a heavy club, which has three branches in the colours, and with the sigils, of the scales. The Right— and Left—hand branches end respectively in three Flames, and the Centre one in {our Flames: thus yielding Ten : the Number of the Sephiroth, Two-and-twenty leaping Flames, or Yodh, I53
…rning its revolution; and ruling as the connecting link between Yetzirah and the Material Plane or Universe. I THE ROOT OF THE POWERS OF FIRE Are of Wands A WHITE Radiating Angelic Hand, issuing from clouds, and grasping a heavy club, which has three branches in the colours, and with the sigils, of the scales. The Right— and Left—hand branches end respectively in three Flames, and the Centre one in {our Flames: thus yielding Ten : the Number of the Sephiroth, Two-and-twenty leaping Flames, or Yodh, I53
…clined, and continues as necessity or inclination may dictate. o. It is ended, the play: I am ready to slay. Anoint me! 1. I rise To the fire of thine eyes. I anoint thee, thy priest, Babalon—and The Beast ! And I ask of Thee now: Who art Thou ? o. Omari tessala marax etc. [The Ritual of the S....0of R.... is in silence accomplished. Ix° CLOSING 1. Mouth to mouth and heart to heart! o. For the moment we must part. 1. Time and space renew the illusion. o. Love is swallowed in confusion. 1. Love sustains us eminent Till the hour of Sacrament. o. …
…clined, and continues as necessity or inclination may dictate. o. It is ended, the play: I am ready to slay. Anoint me! 1. I rise To the fire of thine eyes. I anoint thee, thy priest, Babalon—and The Beast ! And I ask of Thee now: Who art Thou ? o. Omari tessala marax etc. [The Ritual of the S....0of R.... is in silence accomplished. Ix° CLOSING 1. Mouth to mouth and heart to heart! o. For the moment we must part. 1. Time and space renew the illusion. o. Love is swallowed in confusion. 1. Love sustains us eminent Till the hour of Sacrament. o. …
… carriage rolled through the wood, he stopped it in the neighbourhood of a shooting gallery, saying that it would be agreeable to him to fire a few shots to kill time. To kill that monster is surely the most ordinary and le- gitimate occupation of all of us, is it not? And he offered politely his hand to his be- loved, delicious, execrable wife, to the myste- rious woman to whom he owes so many pleas- ures, so many sorrows, and perhaps also a great part of his genius. Several balls struck far from the bulls-eye; one of them even buried itself …
…caught-up breath, The labouring hands of love, the cheeks of shame, The gloomy flame Of lust, the cruel torment of desire More than hell fire, And bid them fade, as if the bryony Let her flower die, And banished them through space, as if a star Dropped through the far Vault of the sky, and, as a lamp extinct With blood-red tinct, Went out. So lonely in mysterious night A wild, strange light Flickers around the sacred head of man, And bids him scan The scroll of heaven, and see if there be not, Black with no. blot Of cloud, but golden lettered o…
…rd. "May I help you?" said Iliel, "in whatever you are doing?" The Old Lady sighed very bitterly, and said that she was trying to make a fire. "But you haven't got any sticks." "We never use sticks to make a fire — in this country." The last three words were in sing-song. "Then what do you burn?" Anything round, and anything red, and anything ripe — in this country."
…ept the secret long. Your breath, that burns upon me, wraps me round With whirling passion, pierces through my veins With its unhallowed fire, constrains, compels, Drags out the corpse of twenty years ago From the untrusty coffin of my mind, To poison, to corrupt, to strike you there Blind with its horror. ULRIC. Leave these bitter words! They torture me with terrible suspense, And you with fear. I see by these dread looks, Tedious prologues, that there is a truth You are afraid to speak. CORA, aside. What subterfuge ? B
…thou, in thine own eyes, art a young god, Strong, beautiful, and lithe, a leaping fawn Upon the mountains. PACHAD. Yea, I am a god. I am fire against the fountain of my birth, The storm upon the earth that nurtured me! Leave me: we twain have no more words to speak. THE LEPER. Neither in heaven nor in hell. I go, The dead king, worshipping the living man. [/xiz. PACHAD. I have been a god so long, my thoughts run halt From many contemplations. Like the flow Of a slow river deep and beautiful, My even life moved onward to full scope, The ocean of…
…eaves The womb of night, another mightier world. Lost is my soul, and faded The light of life that braided Its comet tresses into golden fire. Fade, fade, the phantoms of desire ! Speed, speed the song of love upon the living lyre! Lo! I abide not, and my lover's glory Abides not: in the swaying of those tides Gathers beneath some mighty promontory One mightier wave, deep drowns it, and abides. Save that one wave alone Nought in the void is known, 150
…It needs no wine to be merry ! I have bought for a wafer of bread A garden of poppies and clover ; For a water bitter and dead A foam of fire flowing over.