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Page 45 of 1231903 · PDF PAGE 9
Society. What uncouth bypaths of human ex- perience, across what mapless tracks beyond the social pale, must have led hither—hither to death in this Anglo-Saxon-blasted corner of Japan, here, at the very outpost of the East. He spoke my thought. “ Here I lie,” he said, “ east of all things. All my life I have been travelling eastward, and now there is now no further east to go.” “ There is America,” I said. I had to say something. “ Where the disappearance of man has followed that of manners : the exit of God has not wished to lag behind that o…
1905 · PDF PAGE 104
… picture in : with wingèd imagery That Hermes gathers with that floral gold Whose triple flower or flame or 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
1910 · PDF PAGE 65
… : the Voice begotten said : Divided be thy ways and limited ! Answered the reflux and the indrawn breath : Let there be Life, and Death !
1911 · PDF PAGE 58
…neel at Mary’s shrine ; the incense fumes ascend To bring my spirit through to GOD’S appointed end. Though in the valley of the shade of death I be, I fear not ; for Thy rod and staff they comfort me. I imprecate the aid of Mary, Mother mild ! The asp and dragon bow before Her Holy Child. The heathen did uprise ; the folk of fear and doubt. Great bulls of Bashan did encompass me about. The lions roared for prey ; the eagles screamed for food : All these were stilled before thy crownèd Motherhood. Therefore, though men devise ill counsels and va…
1911 · PDF PAGE 191
…pings of the tomb, With eyes whose horror flits and flares Like corpse~lightsglimmering in the gloom Till all’s a blaze, one roar of flame, Death universal, locked and linked :— Aha! one names the awful Name— The twin red planets are extinct. [A flame. [The lamp burn: out, and darkness covers all. [LEADER οι: THE CHORUS setretly removes hell-broth vase.
1911 · PDF PAGE 191
…pings of the tomb, With eyes whose horror flits and flares Like corpse~lightsglimmering in the gloom Till all’s a blaze, one roar of flame, Death universal, locked and linked :— Aha! one names the awful Name— The twin red planets are extinct. [A flame. [The lamp burn: out, and darkness covers all. [LEADER οι: THE CHORUS setretly removes hell-broth vase.
1996 · PDF PAGE 126
…n by the Union of Love, it is the Summit of our Holy Art to present the whole Being of our Star to Our Lady in the Nuptial of our Bodily Death. We are then to make our whole 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 b…
1901 · PDF PAGE 26
…terrible stars. The Powers of Mars ! At the brightness that leapeth before Thee The heavens bow down at Thine ire ; Thick clouds pass to death and adore Thee, Wild hailstones and flashings of fire. The mountains of Ages are shattered ; Perpetual hills are bowed down ; The Winds of the Heaven are scattered, Borne back from Thy furious frown, O Lord of Renown ! In terror and tumult and battle Thy breath smiteth forth as a sword ; 24
1905 · PDF PAGE 33
MY WIFE DIES “ Marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.”—SWINBURNE. THE sun of love shone through my love’s deep eyes And made a rainbow of her tender tears, And on her cheeks I saw a blush arise When her lips opened to say, loverwise, “ I love ”—and light broke through the cloud of fears That hid her eyes. The storm of passion woke in her red lips When first they clung to mine and rested there ; Lightnings of love were eager to eclipse That earlier sunshine, and her whole soul clips My soul—I kissed out life, within her hair Upon…
1910 · PDF PAGE 58
…ests 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 veiled for ever Brooding over the waste. She hath stirred or spoken never. She is fiercely, manly chaste ! What madness made me awake From the silence of utmost eld
1912 · PDF PAGE 103
…h toiled these many years to see, Hath wasted 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
1906 · PDF PAGE 76
…e, and flap a scornful wing, Seeing our honour stood a citadel. I saw the foolishness of love that saith: ‘“*T am exalted over shame and death, But will not take my fill of death and shame.”’ For each kiss leaps, a more insistent breath, And adds fresh fuel to the amorous flame, Not quells it—Is not honour but a name? THE FIFTEENTH DAY. ‘* Were kisses all the joys in bed, One woman would another wed.” Sonnets to Sundry Notes of ALuste. ANOTHER day rose of unceasing fire: Kisses made monstrous for their sterile storm Maddening with sea-sounds, a…
1899 · PDF PAGE 72
…, with the flames Of dawn forth blushing through her flower-crowned hair. . CHORUS. Behold a virgin to the Lord! Behold a maiden pale as death, Whose glance is silver as a sword, And flowers of Kedar fill her breath, Whose fragrance saturates the sward, Whose sunny perfume floating saith : From my ineffable desire is drawn The awful glory of the golden dawn. Behold her bosom bare and bold Whose billows like the ocean swing! The painted palaces of gold, Where shell-born maidens laugh and sing,
1907 · PDF PAGE 39
… Her weird of womanhood, her noble station Among the stars and ages; and her stature Soars o'er the system; so the scarred misfeature Of death avails her for the isolation Of high things ever holy; this the throe Of swiftly-comprehended motherhood Once taught her. Now the whisper of the child Bids her be great, who was supremely good. 23
1961 · PDF PAGE 30
…her Wise Men of Old Time. Compare, o my Son, with this Doctrine that which was taught thee in the Sanctuary of the Gnosis concerning the Death of the Righteous; and learn moreover that these are but particular Cases of an Universal Formula. n
1898 · PDF PAGE 16
…rrow to one home of ours. Better bear the heavy hours Under God’s avenging breath, Better brave the horrid powers, Nor avoid the foreign death, Humbling all our pride before God’s most holy throne, abasing Every man’s strong soul, and facing All the heathen Ammon bore On the angry shore, Trusting to the mercy rare Of Jehovah, than to bare Hearts and bosoms to a friend
1899 · PDF PAGE 191
…here torrid, Waiting and waiting a lover. All men despise her: a woman once found Joy in the kisses 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.
1912 · PDF PAGE 112
…launch (This knight's presumptuous head upon) The devastating avalanche? He knows too much, and cares too little! His wound is more than Death can staunch. He can avoid, though by one tittle, Thy surest shaft! And now the knight, Breasting the crags, may laugh and whittle Away the demon-club whose might Threatened him. Now he leaves the spur; And eager, with a boy’s delight,
1913 · PDF PAGE 175
ROSA IGNOTA And thy scented breath That only may be known in trancéd death To me ?— Yea! And to all those That worship thee, my Rose, My Rose! My Rose! My Rose! For thou dost glance through all the veils of life, Lending thy light unwon, O subtlest syren thou, who wouldst entrance the sun! Behind what secret hill shall I find thee? In what chains shall I bind thee? O Rose! Wert thou but mine I would blind thee With the sacred sign Of five, Making thee mine. Alive Thou wouldst kill me, But dead, dead thou wouldst fill me With the low breath I se…
1913 · PDF PAGE 536
… great sorrow suffered is a pro- gress accomplished. Those who suffer much live more than those who do not suffer. Axiom XVIII Voluntary death from devotion is not suicide; it is the apotheosis of the will. Axiom XIX Fear is nothing but idleness of the will, and for that reason public opinion scourges cowards. Axiom XX Succeed in not fearing the lion, and the lion will fear you. Say to sorrow: “I will that you be a pleasure, more even than a pleasure, a happiness.” Axiom XXI A chain of iron is easier to break than a chain of flowers. Axiom XXII…