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THE THIRD DAY “ My love is most immaculate white and red.” Love’s Labour's Lost. She was more graceful than the royal palm ; Tall, with imperial looks, and excellence Most simply swathed in spotless elegance, And holy and tuneful like some stately psalm. Her breath was like a grove of myrrh and balm, And all the sight grew dim before the sense Of blind attraction toward ; an influence Not incompatible with her own calm. All the red roses of the world were blended To give the lively colour of her face ; All the white lilies of the sea shone sple…
1910 · PDF PAGE 75
…in ; they are one flesh ? For here I sit and laugh and smoke And play with youth and pleasure ; Life is a dream, and death a joke, And love a thing of leisure The dance is done, the spell is broke, And marred the merry measure ! Yea ; my small kiss is somehow worth The love of all the boys on earth ! The shy sweet smiles, the tender eyes And bodies slim that woo me ;
1905 · PDF PAGE 254
…tou! We thought you dead ! WOLFRAM. Begrudge you, no! But—wish our luck were yours? Yes! Come, Tannhiauser, there’s my hand on it! Luck, love, and loyalty—the triple toast ! FORESTERS. Tannhauser ! Luck, and love, and loyalty ! TANNHAUSER. I thank you, loving kinsmen and my friends. But see, I am impatient to be gone! (Zo the verderer.) Your horse-—that favour I shall not forget, Nor linger to repay. Good morrow then! Good sport all day ! LANDGRAVE. God speed thee, Tannhauser ! [#xit TANNHAUSER. Am I still dreaming? It was surely he. But such a…
1904 · PDF PAGE 16
…e had only one word It isnt true then ? Oh my God, it isnt true ? And fell to murmuring his name with every accent of infinite love and tenderness. At his house my astonishment was ten- fold. Ready and waiting for us were hot drinks of every kind, blankets toasting before a splendid fire, a bright open bed in the luxurious room in ten minutes he had her nude and dry and warm and happy. He dismissed me queerly : I suppose I must follow, he laughed, lifting her tenderly into bed with yet another kiss. Ill tell you about it one d…
1899 · PDF PAGE 203
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 181 Though for the pleasures of God’s house my heart Has no distaste, yet, should my Love resign The lips and languors it has made as mine And of our Godhead sacrifice a part? Death were a grief, a parting pang to me, And not this Fear that hunts relentlessly All thoughts about the void, whose veiléd dart Poisons before it strikes! I would the sea Swung meabout, a corpse inane and cold On her warm breast of gold! The Fear of Madness! Consciousness knows not Its own decay. I should be happy then, Cast like a leper from the …
1902 · PDF PAGE 74
I must not die. I dare not. But for thee, Thy love, one last extreme delirium !— Take thou this dagger ! At the miracle Of a moment when our lips are fastened close Once more, in the unutterable kiss,. Drive its sharp spirit to my heart ! TannhAuser. Not I! I know the spell. I am warned. I will begone. Venus. I swear I will not let thee ! Thinkest thou So long I have held thee not to have the power To hold thee still by charm, or love, or force ? Fool, for I hate thee ! I will have thy life ! TannhAuser. Where is the cavern in the mountain side…
1903 · PDF PAGE 19
VII O Love! and were I with thee ever! Come with me over the round earth, O’er lake and fountain, sea and river ! Girdle the world with angel girth Of angel voyage! Shall we roam In teeming jungles poisonous? Or make ourselves an eyrie-home Where the black ice roars ravenous In glittering avalanche? Or else Hide in some corrie on the fells Of heather and bracken, or delight In grottos built of stalactite ? Or be our lonely haunt the sand Of the Sahara : let us go Where some oasis, subtly planned For love, invites the afterglow! There let us liv…
1904 · PDF PAGE 47
…ngel singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far. ANGELA. Pity me ! SIR PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and so perfectly to express such love is enough. ANGELA. You mock me ! That girl — do you in truth love her ? She is most beautiful.
1939 · PDF PAGE 47
… earnest personal appeal, therefore, to come up frankly to the mourners' bench and gibber, I will take my leave of you for this evening. Love is the law, love under will.
1919 · PDF PAGE 123
…nd the Will strive not continually to repetition of that bliss, more beauti- ful and terrible than death, which it hath won by virtue of Love. There be moreover many other modes of attaining the apprehension of true Life, and these two following are of much value in breaking up the ice of your mortal error in the vision of your being. And of these the first is the constant contemplation of the Identity of Love and Death, and the understanding of the dissolution of the body as an Act of Love done upon the Body of the Universe, as also it is writ…
1954 · PDF PAGE 165
132 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS Now of all acts the most intrinsically important is the act of love. Firstly, because the ecstasy which accompanies its due performance is a physical image, or hint, of the state of Samadhi, since the consciousness of the Ego is temporarily in abeyance; secondly, because its normal effect on the material plane is, or may be, incalculably vast. (The emphasis on the word "due" is absolute.) Precisely because it is so powerful a weapon, its use is hedged in with manifold precautions, and its abuse deprecated in injunctions…
1901 · PDF PAGE 92
78 MADONNA OF THE GOLDEN EYES Beast! I am damned in Hell for the kisses we sucked from death! Now remorse is yours, and love is fallen in dust— I shall seek Him again for its sacramental breath ! Yes, fear the gold that glitters from these eyes!” She took a dagger, and I could not stir. She pierced my silent fascinated breast. She held me with the deadly look of her. I cried to Mary in the House of Rest: ‘““O Madonna of the Virgin eyes!” I pierced him to the very soul: I took His whole life’s love to me before he died: Mad kisses mingled that e…
1901 · PDF PAGE 21
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 9 TO RICHARD WAGNER. (BEFORE HEARING “ SIEGFRIED.”) MASTER of the ring of love, O lord Of all desires, and king of all the stars, O strong magician, who with locks and bars Dost seal that kingdom silent and abhorred That stretches out and binds with iron cord The hopes and lives of men, and makes and mars ! O thou thrice noble for the deadly scars That answered vainly thy victorious sword ! Wagner ! creator of a world of light As beautiful as God’s, bend down to me, And whisper me the secrets of thy heart, That I may f…
1903 · PDF PAGE 51
THE NINTH DAY “ How canst thou tell she will deny thy Before thou make a trial of her love ? ” 1 Henry VI. I was most weary of my work : the mind Shuddered at all the wonders it had written, And the whole body by the spirit smitten Groaned : so I went and left my love behind, Danced the gross “ hula,” hardly disinclined, By a new lust emphatically bitten ; And so in flames at harlot glances litten I sought that solace I shall never find. Fool ! not to tell her. Triple fool to fly The sunny glance, the moonlight meditation, For even the light of…
1903 · PDF PAGE 100
THE THIRTY-NINTH DAY “ Had I not eyes but ears, my ears would love That inward beauty and invisible.” Venus and Adonis. Note from this day no possible event. All secrets told, and all desires fulfilled, Primitive passion of our soul have killed. We dwell within a calmer element Perfectly pure and perfectly content. The subtler splendour of our love has stilled Those sombre glories that it never meant, Those giant meanings that it never meant. Fire only is our substance ; there we dwell, The Salamandrine with the Salamander. No fuel to crack, no…
1907 · PDF PAGE 87
THE SIRE DE MALETROIT’S DOOR SI marry you. I do not love you, or you me. [Astde.] Half a lie is better than no truth. [Aloud.] I will not ruin your life—and I can commit suicide by merest idleness, a talent I am master of, and one most agree- able to my nature. BLANCHE, Oh! Monsieur Denys, but I love you. [Comes and clings to hts knees.) I dot I do! I will not kill myself, but I will make you love me—— DENYS. A harder task than you think, little one. BLANCHE. Or tolerate me at least. [ Crees. DENYS. O bother ! I shall cry too in a minute. BLANC…
1961 · PDF PAGE 109
…am Morbis Discipulorum (Of certain Dis-eases of Disciples) ND thus, if any Babe of thine be ill at ease, look closely first whether this Love be not the Root of his Distemper. Watch also Idleness, for whoso presseth eagerly forward in Will heedeth little the Affairs of this Fellows. O my Son, if every Man doth his own Will, there is no more to Say! But the Busy-body nor mindeth his own Business, nor leaveth others to mind theirs. Be thou instant therefore with such an one, to cure him by enlightening his Will, and speeding him therein. Remember…
1907 · PDF PAGE 57
ROSA MUNDI AND OTHER LOVE-SONGS 1905 I. Rose of the World ! Red vlory ot the secret heart of Love : Red flame, rose-red, most subily curled Into its own infinite flower, all flowers above ! Its flower in its own perfumed passion, Its faint sweet passion, folded and furled In flower fashion ; And my deep spirit taking its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! 2. Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ac…
1898 · PDF PAGE 33
… so God would not have me die ; Her deadly lips relax and fade, Her body slackens with a sigh Reluctant, like a maid. I said : O vampire Lover, weep, Who cannot follow me above, Though Death may masquerade as Sleep, And Lust laugh out like Love. But God’s strong arms set under me Lifted my spirit through the air Beyond the wide supernal sea, Beyond the veil of vair. God said : My ways are sweet and deep ; The sceptres and the swords thereof Change : for Death’s face is fair as Sleep ; And Lust is clean as Love. I slept upon His breast ; and Dea…
1898 · PDF PAGE 84
… the close caress Of fierce embrace, and wanton kiss, And final nuptial done aright, How sweet a passion, shame, is this, A strong man’s love is my delight ! Free women cast a lustful eye On my gigantic charms, and seek By word and touch with me to lie, And vainly proffer cunt and cheek ; Then, angry, they miscall me weak, Till one, divining me aright, Points to her buttocks, whispers “ Greek ! ”— A strong man’s love is my delight ! Boys tempt my lips to wanton use, And show their tongues, and smile awry,