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…scores; Mad with their meaning, I smoke and sit Riming at random through my teeth, Gray with the mire of the slough beneath, Deep in the hearts that revel in it, Drowned in the breath of the hell that pours In the heart of Paris its infamous wave. Damning the soul of God, I rise, Stumble among the dissolute bands, 36
…fes bewitching agony, Too long to measure and too fierce to tame. An hurtful joy, a fascinating shame Is this great ache that grips the heart of me. Even as a cancer, so this passion gnaws Away my soul, and will not ease its jaws Till I am dead. Then let me die ! Who knows But that this corpse committed to the earth May be the occasion of some happier birth ? Springs earliest snowdrop ? Summers latest rose ? II Thou knowest what asp hath fixed its lethal tooth In the white breast that trembled like a flower At thy name whispered. Thou hast m…
…oo fascinated to express anything less than a deep, dull joy. Our song-makers tell us that pleasure makes the soul kind, and softens the heart; the song was right that evening as far as I was concerned; not only was I made tender by this family of eyes, but I felt a little ashamed of our bottles and glasses, that were greater than our thirst. I turned my looks to yours, dear love, to read my thought therein. I plunged into your eyes, so beautiful and so strangely sweet; into your green eyes, indwelt by caprice, and in- spired by the moon; when …
only itself, but everything associated with it. If the heart is afraid to beat for fear of disturbing the liver, the liver is starved for blood, and avenges itself on the heart by upsetting digestion, which disorders respiration, on which cardiac welfare dépends.) (27) Every man should make Magick the keynote of liis life. He should learn its laws and live by them. (Illustration: The Banker should discover the real meaning of his existence, the real motive which led him to choose that profes¬ sion. He should understand banking as a necessary fa…
…r Men’s spirits with thy song. Ah, chainless, distant, fleeting, To lands that know no sea, Where ocean’s stormy greeting Fills no man’s heart with glee ; Where lovers die or sever, And death destroys for ever And God bears slavery. Fly thither, so thou leave us That no man’s hand may reave us Of this—that we are free. Free all men that may heed thee, On freemen’s praises feed thee, Who chorus full, “ God speed thee, Live lyre of Liberty !” And me, ah! float above me Unseen in limpid air, Sing ever, “ Love me, love me,” Or ever I despair. The l…
…- pestuous night, Our song is as light! In the tumult of manifold fire, Multitudinous mutable feet That dance to an infinite lyre On the heart of the world as they beat, In the flowers of the bride of the flame, in the warrior Lord of the Fire, There burns our desire! AMENHATEP. Cry now, bewail the broken house, bewail The ruin of the land; cry out on Fate! CHORUS. Slow wheels of unbegotten hate And changeless circles of desire, Formless creations uncreate, Swift fountains of ungathered fire, The misty counterpoise of time, Dim winds of ocean a…
32 Is one imagined silence like a sigh. Unanimous the hushéd harmony Flows forth from heart to mouth; and mouths bloom red With ripe and royal repetition ; kisses Flow like thick honey-drops in honey-suckle. That is their worship. Rupua. Whom then worship they? Criospa. Maurya ! [ Recalled to himself, he perceives the meaning a, this; with a great cry breaks forward and stands before the throne, raises himself up and says in triumph and knowledge 0) peace :| Then—I have lived ! [Reaches out his hand towards the enthroned mummy.| Maurya! — [With…
…the lad, And he turn serpent on his friends. But no ! There is too strong a discipline of sense, Too cool a brain, too self-controlled a heart : — Well, we shall see. Turns to his books. SCENE V SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, on Wastwater. God, I have rowed ! My hands are one blister ; By arms are one ache ; But my brain is a fire, As erst on the fell, In the hall ; let me dive To the under-abode, Where the sweet-voiced sister
…p are set ; Written in gold on the days grave, To love, and to forget ; And sea-winds whisper oer the wave The name of Margaret. A heart of gold, a flower of white, A blushing flame of snow, She moves like latticed moons of light And O ! her voice is low, Shell murmurs borne to Amphitrite, Exulting as they go. Her stature waves, as if a flower Forgot the evening breeze, But heard the charioted hour Sweep from the father seas, And kept sweet time within her bower, And hushed mild melodies. So grave and delicate and tall Shall laughter ne…
…know you, in the desert where I dwelt I had strange store of books obscure ; books written Not openly for fools, but inwardly Toward the heart of wise men. And myself Studied no little while upon these things, And, seeking ever solitude, I went Nightly upon a rock that stood alone Threatening the sandy wilderness, and prayed. Where many visions came before mine eyes So strange—these eyes have started from my head, And every hair, grown fearful, like a steed Reared in its frenzy ; see, these lips of mine Have blanched, these nails have bitten th…
… whereby she was drowned, Love in her death to discover. I, in the pzan of earth, air, and ocean, Join and laugh loud for the love of my heart; Throbs the loud air with my throes of emotion ; Love hath prevailed with the adamant dart Poisoned, a tooth of a snake ; They shall grow in my breast and divide me with longing Dead and asleep and awake.
…fe’s bewitching agony, Too long to measure and too fierce to tame! An hurtful joy, a fascinating shame Is this great ache that grips the heart of me. Even as a cancer, so this passion gnaws Away my soul, and will not ease its jaws Till Iam dead. Then let me die! Who knows But that this corpse committed to the earth May be the occasion of some happier birth? Spring’s earliest snowdrop? Summer's latest rose? Il Thou knowest what asp hath fixed its lethal tooth In the white breast that trembled like a flower At thy name whispered. Thou hast marked…
…fe’s bewitching agony, Too long to measure and too fierce to tame! An hurtful joy, a fascinating shame Is this great ache that grips the heart of me. Even as a cancer, so this passion gnaws Away my soul, and will not ease its jaws Till Iam dead. Then let me die! Who knows But that this corpse committed to the earth May be the occasion of some happier birth? Spring’s earliest snowdrop? Summer's latest rose? Il Thou knowest what asp hath fixed its lethal tooth In the white breast that trembled like a flower At thy name whispered. Thou hast marked…
…espondences), and in this plate were kept the Urim and Thummim.^ The modern Lamen is, however, a simple plate which (being worn over the heart) symbolizes Tiphereth, and it should therefore be a harmony of all the other symbols in one. It connects natur- ally by its shape with the Circle and the Pentacle; but it is not sufficient to repeat the design of either. The Lamen of the spirit whom one wishes to evoke is both placed in the triangle and worn on the breast; but in this case, since that 1 Scholars are uncertain as to what these really were…
…hours, Girt round of the:moon And the girdling flowers, The-sun for a boon, Sweet, kisses 'of showers, My soul is caught up In thy green-hearted waves. I drink at the cup Of thy sweet valley graves. My spirit may sup Slow tunes in thy caves. O hide me, thy child, in thy bosom, that the heart in me yearns to and craves. Most virginally sprung In the shadow of light, Eternally young, A magical sight, Wandering among Day, twilight, and night, As a bride in her chamber that dreams many visions of varied delight. O how shall my lyre Divide thee, dis…
…re dim, his deeds are dust, His span is but a little space, He lusts to live, he lives to lust, His soul is barren of love or trust, His heart is hopeless, seeing he must Perish, and leave no trace ; With impious rage he mocks the bounds Of earth, albeit so wholly base ; His ears are dead to subtle sounds, His eyes are blind, for Zeus confounds His vain irreverence, and astounds High Heaven with wrathful face.
…auser. Define, give utterance to this " Good." You see God slips you, He the Undefinable ! Not good ! Not wise! Not anything at all That heart can grasp, or reason frame, or soul Shadow the sense of ! Elizabeth. He is far too great ! I see ! Tannhauser. Not great ! The consciousness of man Their many generations moulded so To fix in definite ideas, and clothe Their Maker in the rags. If skies are vast, So gems are tiny : who shall choose between ? Who reads the riddle of the Universe ? All words ! Thus, from his rock-wrought peeking-poiiit Out …
…lished me, And filled my mouth, and tuned mine ancient lyre With a new song—praise, praise to God above,} And to Our Lady of the Smitten Heart, 1 Psalm xi. That David never knew : my pettiness Exceeding through Her mercy and Her might The King and Priest of Israel; for I know Her love, and She hath shewn to me Her face, And given me a magic star to stand Over the house that hides Elizabeth. [A shepherd-boy 7s discovered upon a rock hard by. SHEPHERD-BOY. Hillo ho! The morning ! [He plays upon his flute. Ta-lirra-lirra ! TANNHAUSER. These were t…
…ry runes, And swoons ! None but the dead can tune the lyre of love ! Come, love, thy body serpentine and bright ! What love is this, the heart of sombre hght. Impossible, and therefore infinite ? Sheer height ! None but the dead can twine the limbs of love. Come, love ! My body in thy passion weeps Tears keen as dewfall's, salter than the deep's. My bosom ! How its fortress wakes, and leaps, And sleeps ! None but the dead can sleep the sleep of love ! Come, love, caress me with endearing eyes ! Light the long rapture that nor fades nor flies ! …
ACTUS QUARTUS Between the islands sheer and steep Our craft treads noiseless o’er the deep. Turned to the gold heart of the west, The sun’s last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds and tinge their edges; weep That night brings love not to his breast, But only rest. We move toward the golden track Shed in the water: we look back Eastward, where rose is set to warn Promise and prophecy of dawn Reflected, lest the ocean lack In any space serene or slack Some colour, blushing o’er the fawn Dim-lighted lawn. And und…