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… on the self - same planet ... . What are roses for , my Queen ... What longer hath she need of loveliness When gazing deep down in your eyes When love has changed to kindliness ... Where the water meets the sands ... 67 209 12 178 161 166 Yea , very swiftly do they veer and fly
…they look to the Pope. The greatness of a poet consists, to a considerable extent, in his ability to see the world through another man's eyes; and my training in science is always suggesting to me that I should invent a technique for doing anything that I want to do. My technique for borrowing other people's spectacles was to put myself in the place altogether, either by actually adopting a suitable alias or by writing a book in their names. It is a common and legitimate literary device. When in Holland in '97, I had written a Christmas hymn in…
… the glowing bud dissever : Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are nothingness for ever. In the blessd, the enlightened, perfect eyes these visions pass, Pass and cease, poor shadows frightened, leave no stain upon the glass. One last stroke, O heart-free master, one last cer- tain calm of will, And the maker of Disaster shall be stricken and grow still. Burn thou to the core of matter, to the spirits ut- most flame, Consciousness and sense to shatter, ruin sight and form and name ! Shatter, lake-reflected spectre ; lake, rise up in mi…
…pped, escaped ; its spires Here crushed, there rose the stronger for the pressure That gave it purchase ; keener flamed the fires In its eyes triumphant. Now its soul asserts Its master-pleasure ; The worm exerts Its adult might, and in one bout The spine snaps of that child of Love and Pity, And mangled he falls out Of the fight. Just so child Hercules Strangled two serpents in his pretty Red fists, achieved twelve labours, won to ease, And was done down to death and madness by The subtle poison that himself distilled. So all the God in life i…
…ith a spirit’s curse. (v) The hour of love is passed; we lie asleep Dreaming of love; we wake to love again. Upon my heart you hide your eyes and weep, And so I understand, and share your pain. And when you ask of love I will not speak, But crush your lips for only answering; I feel your hot breath on my neck and cheek, And crush you to my breast, a tender thing.
…ith a spirit’s curse. (v) The hour of love is passed; we lie asleep Dreaming of love; we wake to love again. Upon my heart you hide your eyes and weep, And so I understand, and share your pain. And when you ask of love I will not speak, But crush your lips for only answering; I feel your hot breath on my neck and cheek, And crush you to my breast, a tender thing.
whose beauty has the penetrating magic of ru- ins. Her air was at once imperious and loose; and her eyes, although heavily ringed, were full of the force of fascination. What struck me most was the mystery of her voice, at whose sound I recalled both the most delicious con- tralto singers, and also a little of that hoarse- ness which characterizes the throats of very old drunkards. Wilt though know my power? cried the false goddess with her charming and paradoxi- cal voice; Listen! and she put to her mouth a gigantic trumpet covered with ri…
…ase goes, was the alternative which Fate laid upon me. One evening in a wood by the shore of a mere, af- ter a melancholy walk where her eyes, hers, reflected the softness of heaven, and my heart, mine, shuddered like hell What! { How What do you mean? It was inevitable. My sense of justice is too strong to allow me to beat, insult or dismiss an irreproachable servant; but I had to reconcile this sentiment with the horror with which this being inspired me: to disencumber myself without lacking in respect. What would you that I should …
…e, I do good To her, the milk-white virgin sacrifice, And only smite the bloody father down! A lie, Isay! A lie! Yet—dare I speak, Those eyes upon me, torturing my soul And threatening revenge? His fingers gross, Purple, and horrible, to blister me With infamous tearing at my throat. O Hell! Vomit thy monsters forth in myriads To putrefy this fair green earth with blood, But make not me the devilish minister Of such a deed as this! No respite ?—-Must? Irrevocable? I dare not call on God. Thou, thou wilt serve me if I do this thing? Oh, if this …
…ave the court behind. Am I Stark mad ? My face grows grim and grave ; I see—O Mary Mother, speak and save ! I stare and stare until mine eyes are blind— There was no jewel in the ring she gave ! Oh ! my pure heart ! Adulterous love began So subtly to identify the man With its own perfumed thoughts. So steals the grape Into the furtive brain—a spirit shape Kisses my spirit as no woman can. I love her—yes ; and I have no escape. I never spoke, I never looked ! But she Saw through the curtains of the soul of me, And loved me also ! It is very well…
…he Pyramids. He lies there in the sun with his foolish hair all spread about her paws. If she ever learns his secret we will put out his eyes, so that he shall find no more our beautiful things—there are lovely gates in Florence that I fear he will carry away. 207
…he Pyramids. He lies there in the sun with his foolish hair all spread about her paws. If she ever learns his secret we will put out his eyes, so that he shall find no more our beautiful things—there are lovely gates in Florence that I fear he will carry away. 207
…otus gardens of the sleepy gods, On hills where every timid oread tries Blue gentian as disguise From holier (though she think profaner) eyes, On seas where, it may be, (to even the odds !) Each nymph and undine issues from the foam Armed with a pearly mirror and with a coral comb To tire her beauty, lure me to the lakes Of light where strikes the day to hyaline floors Whereon blithe fish and emerald water snakes Play all the day, and all their innocence adores Is some old anchor with its rusty flakes Fallen from God knows what forgotten ship. …
… dzsmouuted, tethered his pet/fee}; to þaim, and 00611861/?”!שוLAYLAH. As she [fulls the [??}ש”ש/שחthe water he [taps his hands over her eyes. She shudders wz‘thfem', but gives up sound. SIR RINALDO. You are a brave maiden. LAYLAH. You are—an infidel. Ι had not my dagger, or your shriek —not mine—would have summoned my kin. RINALDO. I have a score good knights within sound of my horn. And your kin are but the dotards and women and little children. Your fighting men are away. LAYLAH. Ay, slaying your good knights. 75
… dzsmouuted, tethered his pet/fee}; to þaim, and 00611861/?”!שוLAYLAH. As she [fulls the [??}ש”ש/שחthe water he [taps his hands over her eyes. She shudders wz‘thfem', but gives up sound. SIR RINALDO. You are a brave maiden. LAYLAH. You are—an infidel. Ι had not my dagger, or your shriek —not mine—would have summoned my kin. RINALDO. I have a score good knights within sound of my horn. And your kin are but the dotards and women and little children. Your fighting men are away. LAYLAH. Ay, slaying your good knights. 75
134 have complexity, which have dimension, which change and may be changed. When the eyes of the Magus are fixed upon this Lamp naught else exists. The Instruments lie idle on the Altar; that Light alone burns eternally. The Divine Will that was the Wand is no more; for the path has become one with the Goal. The Divine Understanding that was the Cup is no more; for the subject and Object of intelligence are one. The Divine Reason that was the Sword is no more : for the complex has been resolved into the Simple. And the Divine Substance that was…
… conceives you otherwise. And you, Do you think otherwise? I sometimes feel There is some consciousness keeps peering through Your bat's-eyes, as a soul in hell might steal To the edge of the abyss that bars salvation, And glare its knowledge of its own damnation. v Is it for this you gorge and swill—to mask That death’s-head? In the senses drown all sense? For this that love's a toil, a trade, a task, A labour Hercules might call immense?
…dimpled dawn of the amber fount! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantonness weeping through ‘The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that is spirit and sou! ‘And body and brain—come over the sea, (Go Pan! Io Pan!) Devil or god, to me, to me, ‘My man! my man! ‘Come with trumpets sounding shrill ‘Over the hill! Come with drums low muttering From the spring! ‘Come with flute and come with pipe! ‘Am I not ripe? I, who wait and writhe and…
…th, and Energy to the Creation of Variation from the Norm, and thus by clear Knowledge bought of Experiment and of Experience, move with Eyes well open upon our true Path. So therefore Our Law of Thelema is justified also of Biology and of Social Science. It is the true Way of Nature, the right Strategy in the way of man with his Environment, and the Life of his Soul. t
…kin. Her pleasures and her passions purr For the delight I have of her. Aching with all the pangs of night My shuddering body swoons; my eyes Absorb her eyelids’ lazy light, And read her bosom to devise I'resh blossoms of the heart of hell And secret joys of Jezebel. Her lips are fastened to my breast To suck out blood in feverish tides ; The token of her I possessed, Still on my withered cheek abides. Thus slowly the desire grows To kill and have her yet—who knows? Part II. T know. When Ramoth-Gilead's field Grew bloody with hot ranks of dead,…