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Page 40 of 1031910 · PDF PAGE 188
…think that I should go. [He shakes hands. MRS. OSSORY. Good morning. We are so grateful for your sympathy and kindness. [He turns to the old man.] Grandfather is asleep. [DELHOMME shakes hands coldly with CARR, wonder- ing why he does not offer to come with him. He goes to EUPHEMIA. EUPHEMIA. [Jumps up and gives her hand, hiding her tear-stained face. She has a slight lisp.] Good morning, monsieur. [He bends over her hand and kisses it. DELHOMME. Always my sympathy and devotion, made- moiselle. EUPHEMIA. Thank youthank you. [Her real attitude …
1912 · PDF PAGE 31
…he supreme triumph lies. [MONICA hesitates and prays silently. MONICA. My Venice, tis for thee I make the sacrifice. Must it be so ? Behold, like babe-soft moons of snow. Moons barely three days old, my virgin breasts aglow. Are these worth Magdalenes, that blaze throughout the night. The swart imperious queens ? O read your heart aright ! Spare me, save Venice ! ORLANDO. No. This one thing I demand. To melt your shroud of snow, my sultry sun to brand Your bosom with its fierce intent, its angry ray. MONICA. Our Lady, still they pierce Thy h…
1928 · PDF PAGE 74
…worth no more than my poor self? Though I have sometimes shame in remembering, I wish to forget nothing. And even if I did not know you, old monster, your mysterious cutlery, you ambiguous phials, the chains with which your feet are cumbered are symbols which explain clearly enough the in- conveniences of your friendship. Keep your presents to yourself! The second Satan had not that air at the same time tragic and smiling, nor those in- sinuating manners, not that delicate and scented beauty. It was a hulk of a man, with coarse, eyeless face, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 105
… wings within the hollow, Even as darkness summons home the herd ! The still slow water slackens into sleep. The rose-glow dies, leaves cold Citlaltepetl’s steep. The chattering voices of the day depart. Earth folds her limbs and leans her loving breast Even to all her children : the great heart Beats solemnly the requiem of rest. The sea keeps tune ; the silent stars upstart Seeming to sentinel that sombre crest Where of old time burst out the vulture fire Cyclopean, that is dead, now, as a man’s desire. The drowsy cries of night birds, then t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 8
… side of religion to be ignored. Seeing this, they devised an elaborate system of mental water-tight compartments. The contradictions of Old and New Testament were solved by a Doctrine that what was sauce for the Jewish “ Dispensation ” was not necessarily sauce for the Christian “ Dispensation ”. Cleverer than Luther, they made possible the Epistle of James by a series of sophisms which really deserve to be exposed as master- pieces of human self-deception. My space forbids. So, despite all the simplicity of the original logical posi- tion, th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 173
…nd save the song , and the joy in the singing , And song alone may relieve the shadowy pain . I am weary even of song , and the lyre is cold , And my heart is lead , and the world seems very old . Dusk falls on the earth , and Apollo no more comes winging His way to me now ; it may be I shall sing not again . Yet to the dream I was true , and I followed the light Till it vanished , and left me in darkness all cold and forlorn ; It may be that is the end ; I know not nor care . If these songs that were wrought in the days of my springtide are fa…
1913 · PDF PAGE 226
…t touch of her most tender lips ; For dying on her breast, love’s face I see: Love calls me back from death; my spirit slips Back to the old forgetfulness, ere I Was risen to life’s surface, virgin-pure To tinge my soul with the blueness of the sky, The sun’s gold, and earth’s blacknesses secure. Wherefore shall I repine that I must fade? Shall there not alway be immortal roses? How, losing life then, shall I be afraid If at the sunset my tired soul reposes? Oh, I shall lie on my love’s breast for ever, For we, being dead, shall lose each other…
1913 · PDF PAGE 226
…t touch of her most tender lips ; For dying on her breast, love’s face I see: Love calls me back from death; my spirit slips Back to the old forgetfulness, ere I Was risen to life’s surface, virgin-pure To tinge my soul with the blueness of the sky, The sun’s gold, and earth’s blacknesses secure. Wherefore shall I repine that I must fade? Shall there not alway be immortal roses? How, losing life then, shall I be afraid If at the sunset my tired soul reposes? Oh, I shall lie on my love’s breast for ever, For we, being dead, shall lose each other…
1928 · PDF PAGE 98
…e, and his eyes flamed with an interior fire like that of jealousy and bitterness, even while he ostensibly applauded the talents of his old friend, the strange buf- foon who made such excellent fun of death. At a certain moment I saw His Highness lean back towards a little page-boy who was standing behind him and whisper in his ear. The merry countenance of the pretty child lit up with a smile; then he hurriedly left the royal box as if to execute an urgent commission. Some minutes later a sharp and prolonged hiss interrupted Fanciullo in one …
1905 · PDF PAGE 25
…stool, Heaven itself Our throne ! P.S.—BELOVED BRETHREN,—The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. For I, like Balaam (in the old legend), was compelled to express our real feelings and not our pretended ones. This, of course, absolutely ruins the adaptation. In fact, I am not certain as to whether it does not rather give us away ! Alas ! we are only poor, weak, failing creatures ! Your broken - hearted, broken - winded, broken - kneed brother, JUDAS CAIAPHAS TRUELOVE.* [This astonishing piece of satire was composed after some weeks …
1909 · PDF PAGE 28
… I, Hunger as I, rejoice as I, withdraw Into the same far transcendental sky Of this initiated rapture. Hurt Of shame for me is past, beholding Gods Only a little part of me, and dirt Such as men fling and women paste, no odds. Moreover, by the subtle and austere Vintage we drain, albeit we drain the lees, There is no headache for the morning drear, No fluctuant in our tideless ecstasies — Whereby, o maiden o’ mine, the runic rime Tells me we have ree’d the riddle of old Time. XIII Never, o never shall I call you bride! Never, o never shall I d…
1910 · PDF PAGE 186
…led. 2. Of travel. 3. Of litera- ture. 4. Of art. 5. Of magic. 6. Of beauty. 7. Of religion. 8, Of social affairs. 9. Of disgust. 10. Of old friends (or foes). 11. Various. 12. Humorous. 13. Of very definite men not known to P. 14. Of combat. 15. Of money. G. Character Special. 1, Of losing a tooth. 2, Of beard being shaved off. 3. Of climbing amountain. 4. Of being taken in adultery. 5. Of Poem or Magical book I have written (in dream). 6. Of being embarrassed. 7. Of flying, especially of escaping. 170
1910 · PDF PAGE 232
…think that I should go. [He shakes hands. MRS. ossory. Good morning. We are so grateful for your sympathy and kindness. [He turns to the old man.] Grand- father is asleep. [DELHOMME shakes hands coldly with carr, wondering why he does not offer to come with him. He goes to EUPHEMIA. EUPHEMIA. [Jumps up and gives her hand, hiding her tear-stained face. She has a slight lis.) Good morning, monsieur. [He bends over her hand and kisses tt. DELHOMME. Always my sympathy and devotion, made- moiselle. EUPHEMIA. Thank you—thank you. [Her real attitude t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 186
…led. 2. Of travel. 3. Of litera- ture. 4. Of art. 5. Of magic. 6. Of beauty. 7. Of religion. 8, Of social affairs. 9. Of disgust. 10. Of old friends (or foes). 11. Various. 12. Humorous. 13. Of very definite men not known to P. 14. Of combat. 15. Of money. G. Character Special. 1, Of losing a tooth. 2, Of beard being shaved off. 3. Of climbing amountain. 4. Of being taken in adultery. 5. Of Poem or Magical book I have written (in dream). 6. Of being embarrassed. 7. Of flying, especially of escaping. 170
1910 · PDF PAGE 232
…think that I should go. [He shakes hands. MRS. ossory. Good morning. We are so grateful for your sympathy and kindness. [He turns to the old man.] Grand- father is asleep. [DELHOMME shakes hands coldly with carr, wondering why he does not offer to come with him. He goes to EUPHEMIA. EUPHEMIA. [Jumps up and gives her hand, hiding her tear-stained face. She has a slight lis.) Good morning, monsieur. [He bends over her hand and kisses tt. DELHOMME. Always my sympathy and devotion, made- moiselle. EUPHEMIA. Thank you—thank you. [Her real attitude t…
1961 · PDF PAGE 104
…d of the Eagle, then mayst thou work many an admirable Effect upon thine Environment. Thou knowest how great is the Fame of Witch-Women (old and without Man) to cause Events, although they create nothing. It is this Straitness of the Channel which giveth Force to the Stream. Beware, o my Son, lest thou cling overmuch to this Mode of Magick; for it is lesser than that Other, and if thou neglect That Other, then is thy Danger fearful and imminent, for it is the Edge of the Abyss of Choronzon, where are the lonely Towers of the Black Brothers. Als…
1929 · PDF PAGE 517
… for going to New Orleans almost immediately after returning from Lake Pasquaney. It was my last glimpse of beauty for a long while. The old French-Spanish quarter of the city is the only decent inhabited district that I discovered in America. From the architecture to the manners of the people, their clothes, their customs and their cookery, all was delightful. It was like being back in Europe again with the added charm of a certain wildness and romance; it was a civilization sui generis, with its own peculiar adornment in the way of history. I…
1907 · PDF PAGE 10
…ill bosoms heave, and eyes outflash, And it is good to be alive. He shall ride off at dawn, and we Shall look upon our life again 3; You old, and all your beauty be Broken, and mine a broken brain. Yet we shall know; delighting still In the sole laughter death derides In vain; the indomitable will, Still burning in the spirit, guides Our hearts to truth ; we see, we know How foolish were the things he said, And answer in the afterglow How good it is that we are dead. Will you not come? Or, where the surf Beats on the coral, and the palm Sways s…
1928 · PDF PAGE 91
surfaces of the mirrors, the gold of the rods and the cornices; the plump-cheeked pages dragged along by leashed dogs, the ladies laughing at the falcon perched upon their wrists, nymphs and goddesses carrying fruits, pastry and game on their heads, Hebes and Ganymedes offering with outstretched arms a little vase of soothing drinks, or the two- coloured pyramid of mixed ices, all history and all mythology dragged into the service of glut- tony. Directly before us on the pavement stood fixed a fine fellow of forty years old, with tired face and…
1905 · PDF PAGE 234
…lose my purpose in its silent sea, And lose my life, and find my life, and pass Up to the sea that is as molten glass. I mind me of that old Egyptian, Met where Aurora streamed her rainbow hair, Who called me from the quest. man ! A crown of light scintillant in the air Shone over him: he bade me not despair. An holy ‘* The Blouu of the Osiris !”” was his word : (Meaning the Christ?) ‘‘The life, the tears, the tomb ! ‘¢The Love of Isis is its name!” (I heard This for the love of Mary.) In her womb Brews the Elixir, and the roses bloom. For the …