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Page 37 of 1301902 · PDF PAGE 44
Tannhauser. Ah, but the waking ! As I sink to sleep Pillowed in nuptial arms —so fresh and cool— (Yet in their veins I know the fire that runs Racing and maddening from the crown of flame, The monolithic core of mystical Red fury that is called a woman's heart) Sinking, I say, from the supreme embrace. The Good-night kisses ; sinking into sleep — What dreams betoken the dread solitude ? Venus. What dreams ? Ah, dreamest not of me, my knight ? Of vast caresses that include all worlds ? Of transmutation into molten steel Fusing with my intolerabl…
1904 · PDF PAGE 22
…er with age. Forgive my violence! PELIAS. [Aside.] The fish bites hard. [A/oud.] There is a prophecy: “Once stirred, Iolchus never shall know peace Till in its temple hangs the Golden Fleece.” Now thou hast so disquieted our days, The time is come: seek thou Aea’s isle, And hang this trophy on our temple walls! JASON. Tell me what is this fleece. PELIAS. Let women sing. WOMEN. In Ares’ grove, the sworded trees, The world’s heart wondering, Hangs evermore the Golden Fleece, The glory of the spring, The light of far Aea’s coast, Such glamour as b…
1910 · PDF PAGE 430
…eir clattering coppers in his poke. So day and night they come and go, But never comes the Questing Beast, Nor doth that laughing people know
1910 · PDF PAGE 430
…eir clattering coppers in his poke. So day and night they come and go, But never comes the Questing Beast, Nor doth that laughing people know
1913 · PDF PAGE 190
…ying sweet and grey , And opal benison of quiet rains Have satisfied the reeling sense with May ; Grant us remembrance - lest we fail to know One lavish moment 's poignant loveliness ,- ) How in the grey streets passeth to and fro Shrill - crying , lost , night - blinded bitterness . 171
1913 · PDF PAGE 139
…s’ is possibly the most ghastly death-dance in English literature. If Oscar Wilde had written it (but he could not have) every one would know it. It is the very pith and marrow of terror. Cynical it may be, indecent it may be, but I defy the lord of dreams to send any more plutonian nightmare to haunt our mortal sleep.” —Poetry Review. There is no more room to add all the other
1898 · PDF PAGE 76
…passion And satiate thy longing and lust In the fearless Athenian fashion, A rose amid dust. We will taste all delights and caresses And know all the secrets of joy, From the love-look that chastity blesses To the lusts that deceive and destroy ; We will live in the light of sweet glances, By day and by night we will move To the music of manifold dances, O Lucius, love !
1901 · PDF PAGE 38
24 THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY ULRIC. Believe me, I am nervous and distraught. You know me, how excitable I am. A moment, and you see me calm again. Come, Cora, do not frighten Madeline! [ He vatses her to lead her from the room. CORA. Where would you lead me? I am blind with tears. ULRIC. I have no tears. Mine eyes are hard and cold As my intention. Help me, Madeline. CORA. God will avenge me bitterly on you If you stretch hand to aid this infamy. ULRIC. You shall not wreck her life. Be silent now! Believe me, it 1s nothing, Madeline! She often falls…
1904 · PDF PAGE 90
… circular saw in motion. SIR HERPES Z. Dear, dear ! and how was that ? SIR GRABSON J. His lordship was very fond of children, as you may know. It seems he was pursuing — it is, I am told, an innocent child’s game ! — one of the factory hands ; and — he stumbled. He was sawn slowly into no less than 38 pieces.
1905 · PDF PAGE 95
…the long low ground, The trees and the turf ; In front the profound, The warrior seas, Upstirred of the breeze, By the far reef bound— I know the low music of love, I feel the sweet murmur in me, My soul is in tune with the sea. The stars are above me, The rocks are below me, The sea is around! Great Gods that love me Lead me, and show me . Their powers profound. Their lightnings move me To stir me, to throw me As into a swound, The song of the infinite surf that is beaten and bound As a fierce wolf-hound, The song that lures me, and lifts me, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 255
…ife Of lonely seeking for the Grail of God ! I—call you husband? When I said your name, It was to set the task impossible, Ifad they but known it—just as one should say : ‘* Bring down St. Michael: let me marry him !” They knew the angels were too pure; but you, They guessed not how exalted were your hopes; How utterly unselfish, pure, and true, Your great heart beat ! TANNHAUSER (w¢7th bitterness). I hardly knew, myself! (Aszde.) Here is the virgin insight of the truth | Or—cannot purity be brought to know Aught but itself? Some poets tell us …
1905 · PDF PAGE 185
…fernal calm, Chill hatred, wrap her in their disdainly cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, above All evil deeds, is Lying, from whose tongue Drops Envy, wed with Hatred to sow Strife. These twain are bitter. But the last is Love.’ There are many poems the titles of which we need not give. Nearly all seem to indicate that Mr Crowley is still in the thick of his passio…
1902 · PDF PAGE 114
… lack not purpose, but succeed, Reaching in very deed Impersonal existence; — Lo ! Man is made one with God, an equal soul. For he shall know The harmony, the oneness of the Whole. This was my purpose. Vain, Ah vain ! The Star of the Unconquered Will Centred its vehemence and light, to stain In one successful strain, The stainless sphere of the unchangeable. With its own passionate, desperate breath Ever confronting the dark gate of Death. I passed that gate ! O pitiful ! The same Mystery holds me, and the flame Of Life stands up, unbroken cita…
1905 · PDF PAGE 104
… pinioned light Lends life to death, and love and colour unto light. How flames that scarlet stronger than Apollo, Too swift and warm to know itself a bird ! How the light winds and waves of moonlight follow, Shot from the West, cadence of Daylight’s word ! 99
1913 · PDF PAGE 205
…y the bower ; It was only an echo that sang in the tower. I went to the window and saw them stare At my palace hanging serene in air . I know they hate me : I hear them cry, The mad magician has learnt to fly ! ” “ What , I have found you ? This is your face , Clear in the gloom of the market - place : “ Quiet and clear in the turbid crowd , You , like a star in a wrack of cloud . “ Now you have seen me - now the surprise Dawns in the dark of your dreaming eyes . “ You ,- oh for you the palace , the song , You that I built it for fair and stron…
1996 · PDF PAGE 126
…ole Engine the true and real Appurte nance of our Force, without Leak, or Friction, or any other Waste or Hindrance to its Action. Thou knowest well how an Horse, or even a Machine propelled by a Man’s Feet, becometh as it were an Extension of the Rider, through his Skill and Custom. Thus let thy Star have profit of thy Vehicle, assimilating it, and sustaining it, so that it be healed of its Separation, and this even in Life, but most especially in Death. Also thou oughtest to increase thy Vehicle in Mass by true Growth in Balance that thou be…
1910 · PDF PAGE 58
…t the magical eyes of me swoon With lust of rain to-morrow ! Ages and ages ago I stood on the bank of a river Holy and holy and holy, I know, For ever and ever and ever ! A priest in the mystical shrine, I muttered a redeless rune, Till the waters were redder than wine In the blush of the harlot moon. I and my brother priests Worshipped a wonderful woman With a body lithe as a beasts, Subtly, horribly human. Deep in the pit of her eyes I saw the image of death, And I drew the water of sighs From the well of her lullaby breath. She sitteth vei…
1912 · PDF PAGE 103
…d strength, hath wasted youth— He was the Beast; the Beast was he! He rises from the cave of death, Runs to the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounteous Breath, To taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Ah! Palamede, thou hast mistook! Thou art the butt of all confusion! Not to be written in my book Is this most drastic disillusion! So weak and ill was he, I doubt If he might hear the royal feast Of laughter that came rolling out Afar from that elusive Beast. G 97
1899 · PDF PAGE 158
…th’s walls gape wide and shiver, While Freedom doth deliver 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…
1899 · PDF PAGE 81
…ve ; Forth leaps the stag and calls his mates ; the stream Flashes a silver sunbeam, a gold gleam Of leaping laughter, that the fish may know The goodly tidings ; all the woodlands glow With olive and pure silver and red gold, And all sweet natures marvels manifold Combine together in the twilight dim To harmonize in the thalamic hymn. HYMN O Lord our God ! O woodland king! O thou most dreadful God ! Who chasest thieves and smitest with thy rod, That fearful rod, too sharp, too strong For thy weak worshippers to bear !