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Page 6 of 1031929 · PDF PAGE 182
…he most curious lightness and pleasure. It was often her intention to go to the towers; but always she was deterred from doing so by the Old Lady. It was at a sharp turn of the path round an immense boulder that this individual usually appeared, coming from a cleft in its face. On the first occasion she had herself greeted the Old Lady, asking if she could assist her. For the Old Lady was seated on the ground, working very hard. "May I help you?" said Iliel, "in whatever you are doing?" The Old Lady sighed very bitterly, and said that she was t…
1901 · PDF PAGE 123
…ness 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 whirlings in the woodland reaches; The g…
1906 · PDF PAGE 123
…Ai! What! the work? CHORUS. ALCESTIS. Ai Ai! Ai Ai! Alas! Alas! the work! JASON. MEDEA. Thy father? ALCESTIS. Slain ! CHORUS. Ai Ai! the old man slain ! MEDEA. Ai Ai! ALCESTIS, Ai Ai! MEDEA. The strong spell broken? ALCESTIS. Nay, but thoughts arose, So many thoughts—or ever I was ware— And he—the caldron seethes —— MEDEA. He rises not? . ALCESTIS. Nought but moist smoke springs up. MEDEA. Alas! for me! All is but lost. ALCESTIS. Canst thou do anything? What ! Shall the hunter find his joy abroad, And sorrow in his house? MEDEA. Thy very hearth…
1901 · PDF PAGE 58
… was the leprosy of her own soul, And drove me forth to compass my disgrace With infamies ineffable. PACHAD. I know; I shall avenge. The old gods come again. THE LEPER. Nay! I have lived through all these barren years, Discrowned, diseased, abominable, cast out, And meditating on the event of life, And that initiated Hope that we, Royal, inherit, of the final life, Nor newer incarnation, and possessed Of strange powers, who have moved about this court Loathed, and unrecognised, and shunned, have thought That the old bondage was as terrible As t…
1954 · PDF PAGE 388
…RRIAGE AND WAR POLITICS 355 Practically all those parts of the Book which deal with social matters may be considered as political in the old and proper sense of the word; of modern politics it disdains to speak. Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally yours, 666
1910 · PDF PAGE 318
THE EQUINOX and was almost a genius in disgrace—‘ terribly clever” the old men said—once told the little Piotr what it was to be blind. Fortunately for the child’s mental equilibrium, he also spoke of the compensation. “What they mean, boy, when they call you blind, is that you cannot see,” he said; “that is, your eyes have been given unto you by the devil, and not by God. Your father must have been rather a bad fellow, you know. When you hear the women singing at the dance, it is that God has given you your ears; if you didn’t enjoy the sounds…
1910 · PDF PAGE 318
THE EQUINOX and was almost a genius in disgrace—‘ terribly clever” the old men said—once told the little Piotr what it was to be blind. Fortunately for the child’s mental equilibrium, he also spoke of the compensation. “What they mean, boy, when they call you blind, is that you cannot see,” he said; “that is, your eyes have been given unto you by the devil, and not by God. Your father must have been rather a bad fellow, you know. When you hear the women singing at the dance, it is that God has given you your ears; if you didn’t enjoy the sounds…
1902 · PDF PAGE 142
Weep for the pain, the travail, the old curse ; Weep, weep, and die. So dawns at last the Grail, The Glory of the Crucified ! Dear friend. Be happy, for my heart goes out to you, And most to that poor pale Elizabeth — Were it not only that the selflessness That fills me now, forbids the personal, Casts out the individual, and weeps on For the united sorrow of all things. For if I die, it is not Tannhaiiser, Rather a spark of the supreme white light That dwelt and flickered in him in old time ; That Light, I say, that hides its flame awhile To s…
1922 · PDF PAGE 56
…nd particularly wrong with us except youth and enthusiasm, and he was very sorry that it would take three weeks to turn us off. The good old boy explained the law. “Oh, that’s easy,”” we said in a breath. ‘“ Let’s get the first train to London.” There are no incidents to record. We were both completely anzsthetised. Nothing bothered us. We didn’t mind the waiting on the platform, or the way the old train lumbered up to London. Everything was part of the plan. Everything was perfect pleasure. We were living above ourselves, living at a tremendou…
1899 · PDF PAGE 170
148 MYSTERIES: Behold we would that hours and minutes pass, Watch the sands falling in the eager glass ; To wile their weariness is pleasure’s bliss ; But ah! the years! like smoke They fade, alas! We weep them as they slip away; we gaze Back on the likeness of the former days— The hair we fondle and the lips we kiss— Roses grow yellow and no purple stays. Ah! the old years! Come back, ye vanished hours We wasted ; come, grow red, ye faded flowers! What boots the weariness of olden time . Now, when old age, a tempest-fury, lowers ? Up to high G…
1904 · PDF PAGE 53
…ture from its employment. But noth- ing to the P......e League ! They got there, and they stayed there : they stayed there till the poor old emotion-knob was nearly torn to shreds. The Con- servative Female is a pretty randy proposition, you bet your life ! But enough of my election ! (She broke off as suddenly as she had begun, for she was of a low type of intelligence, and constant tippling had un- dermined her rudimentary brain), let us fuck a bit ! Let us spunk ! Let us come ! Why dont you lick me, Bertie ? Stuff some more rags up, Harry !…
1901 · PDF PAGE 45
… rheumy corners; yea, some fire Malignant, terrible—nay, pitiable, Thou poor fool stricken with senility, How spurred to passion? Yet behold thy god, Horus, lest anger take benignancy From his left hand and smite thee with his strength. Thou hearest? Nay, thou pitiful old man, For I have loved thee. Yet my godhead must Get worship. Anger not the god, but stoop, My faithful priest, and worship at my feet. AMENHATEP. I am most miserable. But truth must leap In this tremendous moment from my lips, Its long-shut barrier. For I pity thee With my old…
1905 · PDF PAGE 119
…soul’s life out as some shadow brushed My body and passed in ? All sense allows At last the fearful truth—This is the house ! This is my old house on the marsh, and here, Here is the terror of the distant sea Moaning, and here the wind that wails, the drear Groans like a ghost’s, the desolate house of fear Whence I fled once from my great enemy— This is the house ! O speechless misery ! Here the great silver candlesticks illume The agèd book, the blackness blazoned o’er With golden characters and scarlet bloom Twined in the blue-tinged sigils w…
1919 · PDF PAGE 197
STEPPING OUT OF THE OLD ZEON is no longer for us, for we can no longer see the Sun, any more than in our little old-zeon consciousness we could see ourselves. All around us is perpetual Night, but it is the Starlight of the Body of Our Lady Nuit in which we live and move and have our being. Then, from this height we look back upon the little planet Earth, of which we, a moment ago, were a part, and think of Ourself as shedding our Light upon all those little individuals we have called our brothers and sisters, the slaves that serve. But we do n…
1913 · PDF PAGE 198
THE EQUINOX The old brown mellow houses grow mellower in the nightfall ; A ccharméd air is about them of the keen old days that are dead. Oh, hushed is the song of the morning, hushed in the tremu- lous light-fall, For the light is fading slowly now, and all the legends are said, And all the glamour is fled. Here in the soft grey twilight the mournful evening lingers Upon the road to dream and sleep and all the things that are past ; Here in the shadowy night-fall, with slow reluctant fingers, The poet touches the silent strings, and falls into…
1913 · PDF PAGE 198
THE EQUINOX The old brown mellow houses grow mellower in the nightfall ; A ccharméd air is about them of the keen old days that are dead. Oh, hushed is the song of the morning, hushed in the tremu- lous light-fall, For the light is fading slowly now, and all the legends are said, And all the glamour is fled. Here in the soft grey twilight the mournful evening lingers Upon the road to dream and sleep and all the things that are past ; Here in the shadowy night-fall, with slow reluctant fingers, The poet touches the silent strings, and falls into…
1901 · PDF PAGE 10
…look into my own heart’s heave, And saw the bloody nails made fast again. Thou cam’st to obsess me first that Easter Eve ! The lustre of old jet was over thee, And through thy body coursed the scented blood ; Thy flesh was full of amorous ecstasy : Polished, and gloomier than some black full flood, The lustre of old jet was over thee ! In thy great brazen blackness I am bathed ; Through all thy veins, like curses, my blood runs ; In all thy flesh my naked bones are swathed, My womb is pregnant with mad moons and suns. In thy great brazen blackn…
1901 · PDF PAGE 134
…uller-pettalled rose. Many the spirits broken for one man ; Many the men that perish to create One God the more ; many the weary and wan Old Gods that die to constitute a Fate : How many Fates then, think you, must control The stainless aspiration of the soul ? Not one. I tell you, destiny is sure, Yet moves no finger : though it tune my tongue, My tongue shall tune it too : my words endure As destiny decays : my hands are flung In prayer to Heaven ; nay, to mine own crown, To raise myself, and not to drag it down ! O holiest Lord of the divine…
1904 · PDF PAGE 21
…f my crown, descend the steps to thee. Here is my breast. Look firmly in my face, And slay me. Is there fear writ large and deep In mine old eyes? Or shudderest thou with fear? JASON. More hate than fear. In sooth, I cannot strike. PELIAS. A king is not so slain—except a madman May fall upon him with averted head. Indeed, I conquer. [Aside.] Even so, beware! Victory ill-nurtured breeds the babe defeat. [4Zoud.] Listen, my brother’s son! Nay, stoop not so, Bending ashaméd brows upon the earth! I am well weary of the world of men. I grow both old…
1913 · PDF PAGE 122
G . Leathem . Beneath the Tudor roses, those old words , “ Beauty is truth , and truth beauty ,” all at once Came with a fuller meaning to my mind , " Truly ," I thought , “ These dons who follow truth In desolate regions , lifeless , rugged , bare , All follow beauty too — the only prize Worth questing in this sorry world of ours .” 103