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Page 46 of 1121905 · PDF PAGE 167
160 THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY CORA, O Ulric, Ulric ! bear with me awhile ! Speak no more words—each syllable strikes here, [Hand to heart. A cloud of winged scorpions, that rage In mine own deepest self; for there I know Tame harpies that had ceased to torture , me; And this more ghastly brood renews their sting, Adding a triple poison! O my soul Is torn with pangs more horrible than hell, Scorching the very marrow of my bones, Corrupting me—corrupting me, I say— O God! is any safety at Thy feet? Be silent, O be silent for awhile, And I will shrivel…
1912 · PDF PAGE 51
…LO. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It missed her heart. Give thanks to God, young sir. A PHYSICIAN, entering hastily, L PHYSICIAN. Make way ! Alls well. My art can save her. ALESSANDRO. Sure ? PHYSICIAN. If skill can say ! See ! theres no dirt or venom on the dagger-blade ; A simple hurt five days will cure. Be not afraid. MORTADELLO. Begone then. Nows the hour when Morta- dello strikes. To the summit of his power, whose high-pooped galleon rides An invio…
1907 · PDF PAGE 126
…oke thee at the end When other gods are fallen and put to scorn. Thy foot is to my lips ; my sighs unborn Rise, touch and curl about thy heart; they spend Pitiful love. Lovelier pity, descend And bring me luck who am lonely and for- lorn.” . Fortune sits idle on her throne. The scent Of honeyed incense wreathes her lips with pleasure. For pure delight of luxury she turns, Smooth in her goddess rapture. So she spurns And crushes the pale suppliant. Softly bent, Her body laughs in ecstasy of leisure. 1 Called ‘‘ Fille d'Icare’’ by the distinguish…
1905 · PDF PAGE 185
… is for me the avatar of sin, Sidonia the Sorceress. The one unpardonable wickedness, Strange serpent-blasphemies, are curled within The heart of her Hell gives me to possess. Her hair is fastened with a dagger thin ; A dead man’s heart is woven with each tress. I murdered Christ before my lips could win Sidonia the Sorceress. THE GROWTH OF GOD. (AS DEVELOPED ON A MOONLESS NIGHT IN THE TROPICS.)? EVEN as beasts, where the sepulchral ocean Sobs, and their fins and feet keep Runic pace, Treading in water mysteries of motion, Witch-dances : where …
1901 · PDF PAGE 123
EPILOGUE 109 Yet my heart looks to Madness as its mother, Remembering Who once caught me by the well ; And the strange loves of that misshapen Other, The feast of blood, the cold enchanted dell, Where fire was filtered up through earth to smother, Sick scents of hell. And that wild night when vine-leaves wooed and clustered Round my wild limbs, and like a woman I went Over the mountains — how the Northwind blustered !— And slew with them the beast, and was content. The madness. Oh! the dreadful light that lustred The main event. Ay! the wild wh…
1904 · PDF PAGE 128
Up heart for one more snookers pool ; It dives amid the mingled mucks Of clap juice, come, and raspberry fool ! When Celia fucks. VI When Celia comes, tis earthquakes hour ! The bed vibrates like kettle-drums. It is a grand display of power When Celia comes. Right up her arse my shitty thumbs Increase her rapture. Gentle flower ! Flap go apace our bulging turns. The sea hath swallowed up the tower. Spunk trickles over both our bums In one ecstatic summer shower When Celia comes. VII When Celias sick I shit my drawers, Then wipe it up with t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 113
…ith its venom the profound Deep of my spirit with its terrible Sense without speech and horror without sound. A devil intertwining in my heart Its cold and hideous lust, a twiforked dart Even from the fatherly and healing hand— The double death without a counterpart 114
1913 · PDF PAGE 215
… 1 Or could ' st unfaithful be, And then re - tread the wayward path And bring back love to me , I never could be glad again Or light of heart , but yet I'd put my hands upon thy eyes And help thee to forget . 196
1938 · PDF PAGE 19
…der of His Chance. By Purity absolves He all His Will From every image of Ill. In Silence He resumes each perfect part To rapture of His Heart, His, in whose Truth of Nature all things are, The Still and Shining Star.
1906 · PDF PAGE 82
…it so! And the world’s pulse stops, as God bends him lowly To hear and know. ....... For not the heights of heaven shall exalt her Whose heart is full of love’s dumb deity, Nor harp-strings lift me, nor the sound of psalter, Whose love is merged and molten into thee, Not incense sweeter be by shrine or altar For youandme.......... But like dove’s eyes where glamour lies a-dwelling, Like sweet well-water rising in the well, Strong steep black currents thrust up, flooding, welling, Into the moonlight, swift, adorable,— So kisses cluster, so our b…
1905 · PDF PAGE 75
… like rain upon the land. CHORUS. Let us not call the hail to give us peace. ELEAZAR, Nor on the sun, lest he too eat us up. CHORUS. The heart of a man as the sea Beats hither and thither to find Fase for the limbs long free, Light for the stormy mind, A way for the soul to flee, A charm for the lips to bind ; And the struggle is keen as the strife to be, And the heart is tossed by the thankless wind. ELEAZAR, Nay, for a man’s sure purpose is of Gad. CHORUS. The large pale limbs of the earth are tanned With the sun and the sea and the yellow sa…
1899 · PDF PAGE 59
…d yet Given me not to forget The foaming cloud that shaped itself a rose, Whose steady passion glows Within the secretest fortress of my heart, Because, my God, Thou Art, And I am chosen of Thee for this folk, To break the foreign yoke, Therefore, Existence of Existence, hear! Bend low Thine holy ear, And make Thyself, unseen, most terrible To these fierce fiends of hell That torture holiest ears with false complaint: Bend down, and bid me faint Into the arms of night, to see Thine hosts March past the holy coasts, A wall of golden weapons for …
1912 · PDF PAGE 28
10 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. Good-night, then, sweetheart, and God guard you. Oars there. MAGDALENA. Go, And God be with you, to strike hard ! MORTADELLO. Give way, men, row ! God pleasure you with sainted sleep, and dreams of me And the brave deed I purpose. MAGDALENA. Keep my love of thee In this, its token. [She takes a jewelled stiletto from her hair, and throws it into the gondola. MORTADELLO. Ere Gods globe from the sea upstart Its splinter shall be thrust through robe and rib to heart [His gondola glides off. MAGDALENA. enters further into…
1913 · PDF PAGE 141
…n, shoot Thy glance to rapture’s darkling root, Discarding name, form, sight, and stress Even of this high consciousness ; Pierce to the heart! I leave thee here: Thou art the master. I revere Thy radiance that rolls afar, O Brother of the Silver Star! Yet, immediately following this, comes the Method of Invocation of the Holy Guardian Angel, and an account of the attainment of that knowledge. marsyaS. I teach the royal road of light. Be thou, devoutly eremite, Free of thy fate. Choose tenderly A place for thine Academy. Let there be an holy wo…
1913 · PDF PAGE 141
…n, shoot Thy glance to rapture’s darkling root, Discarding name, form, sight, and stress Even of this high consciousness ; Pierce to the heart! I leave thee here: Thou art the master. I revere Thy radiance that rolls afar, O Brother of the Silver Star! Yet, immediately following this, comes the Method of Invocation of the Holy Guardian Angel, and an account of the attainment of that knowledge. marsyaS. I teach the royal road of light. Be thou, devoutly eremite, Free of thy fate. Choose tenderly A place for thine Academy. Let there be an holy wo…
1904 · PDF PAGE 95
… “ love and the pleasures of lovers Are only well known to the dead.” ? We shall know if your heaven is helly, Find out if your liver is heart; And if brains be the whole of thee, Kelly, Apostle of Art! 1 Macroprosopus, the ‘‘ Vast Countenance.” 2 Original epigram, by G. F. K. Copyright in the United States of America.
1905 · PDF PAGE 114
… not how it yearns! Or if this pain were only pain, and not A deadness deeper than all pain, a spot And central core of agony in me, One heart-worm, one plague-leprosy, one blot Of death, one anguish deeper than control ?— Then were I fit to gain the Olympian goal And fling forth fiery wailings to the sea, And tune the sun’s ray to my smitten soul! How should I sing who cannot even see? Grope through a mist of changeless misery. An age-long pain—no time in wretchedness ! — As of an hammer annihilating me 115
1905 · PDF PAGE 17
…h a hook ? Enough ; I see This I can answer or Ernst Haeckel can ! Now, God Almighty, rede this mystery ! What of the love that is the heart of man ? Take stars and airs, and write it down ! Fill all the interstices of space With myriad verse own Thy disgrace ! Diminish Thy renown ! Approve my riddle ! This Thou canst not do.
1911 · PDF PAGE 90
… . . . Ihave been stung by a scorpion. SAID OMAR. There are no scorpions in the winter. Where is the wound? [LAYLAH phi: her hand la her heart, and/”all: falnllhg limp across the saddleöazu.] Call Ibrahim, the wise physician! On to the houses! [Exeunt The voice oflhe nymph of[he well,faintlyfrom below. " Truth comes bubbling to my brim: Love and Hate are one to Him! ”] CURTAIN. 82
1911 · PDF PAGE 90
… . . . Ihave been stung by a scorpion. SAID OMAR. There are no scorpions in the winter. Where is the wound? [LAYLAH phi: her hand la her heart, and/”all: falnllhg limp across the saddleöazu.] Call Ibrahim, the wise physician! On to the houses! [Exeunt The voice oflhe nymph of[he well,faintlyfrom below. " Truth comes bubbling to my brim: Love and Hate are one to Him! ”] CURTAIN. 82