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Page 34 of 1961954 · PDF PAGE 373
53 "Mother Love" Cara Soror, Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. You enthusiastically remark that the love of the mother for the off-spring is something that no man can understand: and you appear to prize it! Well, some men have had a jolly good shot at it, notably Emile Zola. The Usher goes into the corridor, and calls that name in strident and stentorian tones. In he waddles, the squat, obese, bespectacled, studious Jew, with the most devastating of all his thunderbolts under his arm-La Terre, and so what? La Terre to him is inde…
1961 · PDF PAGE 110
…t thou mayst correct it in thyself. For if it were not in thee, thou couldst not perceive it or under- stand it. Lo, in thine Ekstacy of Love, thou callest upon the Universe to bear Witness that to this End alone was it created; it is unthinkable that thou shouldst love another, and incomprehensible that any Man should grieve. Yet ere the Moon change her Quarter, thou art free of thy Lunes, and lovest another, and it may be grievest in thyself while he that amazed thee hath joined the Company of the Rejoicing. Watch then, and heed thyself; and …
1898 · PDF PAGE 107
… amorous, while the young Tender flesh burned, a quivering fuel For strange desire, for strange desire, Passion and penitence, and dule, Love glowing some unholy jewel Glittering frightful mid the mire. Oh ! Love, what utter sweetness yet ! What agony of curst hell-fire, Shame, lust, and infamy, and ire, Wrath in the highest heavens set, Shame in the soul, and leaping lust On pleasure’s flaming parapet, An Infamy that I forget.
1904 · PDF PAGE 74
… MOLLY. O ! Sir Percy ! My lord, could you not have told me of this ? GLENSTRAE. Now, your condition ! MOLLY. Sir Percy, do you, can you love me ? You promised to love me for ever. SIR PERCY. Who is this woman ? I am weary of these women. MOLLY. Sir, sir, acknowledge me. You know not what hangs on it — my honour even ! GLENSTRAE. A speech of this breed is not in the bond — but let it pass. There ! there ! MOLLY. Sir, I beseech you — for an hour — take me away. I am in terrible trouble of body and soul — danger, misery.
1910 · PDF PAGE 46
…ds lie between. So still lingers sun upon sea ; Still twilight draws down to the world ; The light of my spirit is she ; The soul of her love is in me ; Lithe kisses with music are curled. Like light on the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings heart unto heart ; Like midnight the depth of the spell Our love weaves, and stronger than hell The guards of our palace of art. We are one as the dew that is drawn By the sun from the sea : we are curled In curves of delight and of dawn, On the lone, the immaculate lawn, Beyond the wild way of the wor…
1912 · PDF PAGE 39
THE WAY PALE yellow moon, and pale green grass, Oh, have ye seen Diana pass? And are ye pale for longing or love, Palest green grass, pale moon above ? Pale yellow moon, before the dawn, Palest green grass, Oh, have ye seen Diana pass Over the lawn? Soft-noted nightingales I love, With the earth below, and the moon above, And the rippling river singing slowly Under the stars serene and holy. Great staring moon before the dawn, Shining young grass, Oh, have ye heard Diana pass Over the lawn ? Oh, dimpling river, murmuring slowly Under the starli…
1912 · PDF PAGE 39
THE WAY PALE yellow moon, and pale green grass, Oh, have ye seen Diana pass? And are ye pale for longing or love, Palest green grass, pale moon above ? Pale yellow moon, before the dawn, Palest green grass, Oh, have ye seen Diana pass Over the lawn? Soft-noted nightingales I love, With the earth below, and the moon above, And the rippling river singing slowly Under the stars serene and holy. Great staring moon before the dawn, Shining young grass, Oh, have ye heard Diana pass Over the lawn ? Oh, dimpling river, murmuring slowly Under the starli…
1907 · PDF PAGE 203
…hy womb with monst:ous progeny, Yet more detested and detestable Than all the shapeless brood of hate and Hell. ECHIDNA. Ha! rose-lipped lover! Welcome to this bed ! MEGARA. She plays with words of love! ALECTO. Her black eyes shed Disease for tears. TISIPHONE. Her fangs and lips are red With gouts of putrid blood. MEG-ERA. Her guile employs The sweet soft shape of words of upper joys More bitterly to rack his soul. ALECTO. Ha, sister, The embrace ! TISIPHONE, She conquers. MEGAERA. Ile hath moved. ALECTO. [le hath kissed her! TISIPHONE. Ifa! t…
1954 · PDF PAGE 376
MOTHER LOVE 343 Anyone who has not totally and for ever destroyed in himself every vestige of this instinct , extirpating every root and charring it with Fire , cannot take the first step on the Path of the Wise. How nobly opposite is the Man-Formula! Its freight the wealth of the whole Universe, that splendid Argosy leaps free upon the glittering Ocean, to cast the very Soul of Life upon uncharted and enchanted isles! It is not to these few but well-chosen words that I propose to look to enhance my popularity in the Women's Clubs of the United…
1913 · PDF PAGE 126
H. O . MEREDITH . THE MOTOR BUS. LOW did we meet, my love and I, 1 We two so bound together , Blent as are blended moor and sky , Blue mist and purple heather ? Of thousand thousand women one, One of a million men , We nothing did till all was done ; It happened there and then ! The plunging motor -bus along The worn macadam rocked , Top -hampered by the weary throng That home to dulness flocked . Wet waterproof , rain -beaded fur, Soaked leather , steam and drip ! And under us the swishing whirr Of wheels that hardly grip . The stem , the leaf…
1909 · PDF PAGE 33
… of barbéd stecl The arcane caress that shall unite our souls. Till, when I see you next, I shall have doubt Whether your pallor be from love distressed Or from the exhaustion of the age-long bout Of love you had of me upon your breast Held hard all night, with mouths that never ceased To engorge love's single sacramental] feast.
1911 · PDF PAGE 51
…lance of death. Many are the children of the light, but their eyes shall all be put out by the Mother Darkness. Many are the servants of love, but love (that is not quenched by aught but love) shall be put out, as the child taketh the wick of a taper between his thumb and finger, by the god that sitteth alone. And on her mouth, like a chrysanthemum of radiant light, is a kiss, and on it is the monogram I.H.S. The letters I.H.S. mean In Homini Salus and Instar Hominis Summus, and Imago Hominis deuS. And there are many, many other meanings, but t…
1996 · PDF PAGE 74
…lectures, watch demonstrations, earn our diplomas ere we enter practice. We do not mean what the bourgeois means when we say “the act of love.” To us it is not the gross gesture as of a man in a seizure, a snorting struggle, a senseless spasm, and a sudden revul sion of shame, as it is to him. We have an art of expression; we are trained to interpret the soul and the spirit in terms of the body. We do not deny the existence of the body, or despise it; but we refuse to regard it in any other light than this: it is the organ of the Self. It must…
1904 · PDF PAGE 44
…(Alone of all ye wise) the great voice came, “The Gates of Hell shall not in all prevail.” CASTOR. I heard, ‘‘ Regret not thy mortality! Love conquers death!” POLLUX. But I, “Regret not thou Thine immortality! Love conquers life!” ORPHEUS. A partial wisdom to a partial ear. JASON. But what speech came to thee? ORPHEUS. T heard no voice. ARGUS, What means this? Here’s my labour thrown away, My skill made jest of, all my wage destroyed At one fell stroke. JASON, What? Is the Argo burnt? ARGUS. Burnt! Should I then complain? The ship is finished. …
1905 · PDF PAGE 162
…ar, through exulting gates— Lift up your heads,” I hear the angels ery 3 ** Be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors. A child-heart seeks the Lover of the Child!” O meek and holy Jesus, hath Thy heart Yearned unto me, Thy maiden? For I knew \ bliss so pregnant with the unforeseen As brought me to the very feet of Christ, Weeping. Tow clouded that mysterious Passion! I fell a-weeping in my bed, Forgetting, or not knowing. For a fire Too perfect for my sinful soul to touch Gathered me closely in itself, to hide Its utter glory from me. Now I feel Swif…
1907 · PDF PAGE 41
WHY JESUS WEPT 35 in your next lecture warn the girls to go slow : it is dangerous as well as cruel to leave a lover standing. SiR PERcY. Oh I have learnt that lesson and a thousand others. ANGELA. You must go now. The moon— Sirk PERCY. This love is notof the moon. To-morrow— ANGELA. ‘* And to-morrow and to-morrow.” Speak not that idle word ! SIR PERCY, What of this chaplain ? ANGELA. What of your guardian ? Sir PERCY. Curses of hell ! ANGELA. Hush ! hush ! sweet words must come from such sweet lips. Sirk PERCY. What shall I do? ANGELA. You lea…
1898 · PDF PAGE 118
…ven there grew This child of stranger dew Than God’s good spirit wist. Yet his wings bare him high, Divine beyond control, And, like for love to die, I felt his arrow fly Within my very soul. Ah Love ! the ambiguous kiss, Not man’s nor woman’s touch, In that ecstatic bliss— Not hell’s heat, as I wis, Had warmed us overmuch.
1901 · PDF PAGE 88
74 THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE Dislike, disgust (you say repulsers) Link me to thee despite—because of—this Skeleton key to charnel-house. My kiss Is the dog’s kiss to Lazarus his ulcers! Mock me, ye clinging lovers, at your peril! God turns to dust the blossom of your youth. The fruit of lust is poisonous with—truth! Its immortality is—to be sterile! This lie of Love hath no abiding: ‘‘Two loves are ended; one, the infant band, Rises more splendid.” Spin the rope of sand! Two loves are one; but O to their dividing! Fertility—distaste’s adoption ! …
1903 · PDF PAGE 80
…isoned ; thus I fought the long forlorn Battle all day, until the evening Brought back sweet health on sleep and noiseless wing : Strong love of the long battle was reborn. The child slept elsewhere that she might sleep well. Therefore, not fearing anything, I came ; Lit my love’s candle at her body’s flame, And fought not with the fevers now that swell Our burning lips and bosoms, until shame Nearly surrendered the sweet citadel. 60
1904 · PDF PAGE 60
…rs ye may gather afterward From hands and lips ye scorn—not courteously. CHORUS. What? Canst thou save me from this newer doom? MEDEA. I love your leader with no mortal love, But with the whole strength of a sorceress. CHORUS. It seems indeed thy hot will can bewitch Our chaste one with one action impudent.