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Page 60 of 1121911 · PDF PAGE 188
…ldren of the hurricane! Lest the sword of fire destroy, lest the ways of death be plain I So depart, and so be wise, Lest your perishable eyes Look upon the {armless fire, see the maiden sacrifice! So depart, and secret flame Burn upon the stone of shame, That the holy ones may hear music of the sleepless Name! Holy, holy, holy spouse Of the sun-engirdled house, With the secret symbol burning on thy multiscient brows l . . , Even as the traitor’s breath Goeth forth, he perisheth By the secret sibilant word that is spoken unto death. CAPRICORNUS. Br…
1912 · PDF PAGE 27
…y troth-plight wife Shall its blade quiver and ache and fret to have her life. Be reassured. MAGDALENA. Death sits, your vassal, in your eyes. MORTADELLO. I swear by Mary and the Mass, your rival dies. MAGDALENA. Then go, my knight and king. I love you. MORTADELLO. Queen, good-night ! [He steps from the gondola. MAGDALENA. God and his angels watch above you. MORTADELLO. At the light You may expect my news. MAGDALENA. Strike swift and sure and subtle ! Snap the pale thread, my wedding gift Fates empty shuttle !
1912 · PDF PAGE 119
…and flares ! The devil take the toasured louse ! Ill trim his tail ! For Gods sake get thee to thy house, unruly snail ! Why are those eyes so black and big ? That mouth so sharp ? I see the skies : they dance a jig to Davids harp. Boo ! Boo ! Shes fled, the poisonous bitch, livid and lean. And when I wed the crazy witch, God came between. Oh ! there are miles between her skin and my good sword ! Seal up her smiles, and thrust it in her bosom, Lord ! White cursed moons ! bewitch, betray you shall no more : My spirit swoons with lust to slay…
1913 · PDF PAGE 159
…d in subtlety and strife , Hate the stark , plain , and unadventurous day ; But in mysterious darkness there is life . Look deep into my eyes , and thou shalt see Not theory , creed or law , but self-belief ; Not God or Jesus , but Reality ; Not poverty or riches , but - a thief. Aye, do not start ! Not one among you all Has my heroic courage ; for although You have the instincts of the criminal , You lack the resolution to be so. Search , hypocrites , your hearts, and sound them true : I rid the rich of superfluities ; No man has ever starved …
1906 · PDF PAGE 45
…hing lived : Death, and nought died. The king’s brow fell. Sore grieved He rose, not knowing :.and before his will Swan’s throat, dove’s eyes, moon’s breast, and woman’s mouth, And form desirable Of all the clustered love drew back: grew still ‘*O turn, my lover, turn thee to the South!” The girl’s warm song of the Siesta’s hour. lieedless of all that flower, Eager to feel the strong brown fingers close On the unshrinking rose And pluck it to his breast to perish there ; With neither thought nor care Nor knowledge he went forth: none stay, none…
1905 · PDF PAGE 41
36 ODE TO VENUS CALLIPYGE Deep wet eyes that are violet-blue ! Haggard cheeks that may blush no more ! Body bruised daintily, touch of gore Where the sharp fierce teeth have bitten through The olive skin that thy sons adore, That they die for daily, are slain anew By manifold hate ; for their tale is few. Few are thy sons, but as fierce as dawn. Sweet are the seconds, weary the days. Nights ? Ah ! thine image a thousand ways Is smitten and kissed on the fiery lawn Where the wash of the waves of thy native bays Laps weary limbs, that of thee hav…
1909 · PDF PAGE 16
…te, the sombre score Our daggers carve with poesy sublime Upon the roof tree of despair and crime! As we read Love and Death in either’s eyes, We see the cool mild splendour of the dawn Damned by some tragic throw of murderous dice To slash like lightning over lea and lawn Jagged and horrible across the curtain Of heaven, writing ruin, ruin — we see Our certain joy marred with a doubly certain Soul-shattering anguish. — Bah! To you and me Such loathing, such despair are little things. We are afloat on the flood-tide of lust — A lust more spirit…
1909 · PDF PAGE 44
… to make a donkey laugh! I talk like a Dutch uncle; and you listen Like a man reading his own epitaph. But, really! Truly ! How our glad eyes glisten ! How our hearts romp ! Whatever we may say, Have never adoubt, Lord, that it’s all thanksgiving! If Thou dost thus for people every day, How very easy Thou must make a living ! We would be like Thee! if we had the power We would fill all folk with supernal blisses, Breed life's sweet briar to the tull June flower And on their praises feed our proper kisses. For as you said '’ However kind the god…
1911 · PDF PAGE 295
THE RITE OF LUNA But—God ! I was not content With the blasphemous secret ofyears ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsatedi Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul, In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm ofa sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed ofthe mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in t…
1911 · PDF PAGE 295
THE RITE OF LUNA But—God ! I was not content With the blasphemous secret ofyears ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsatedi Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul, In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm ofa sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed ofthe mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in t…
1912 · PDF PAGE 71
…iron gauntlet gripped the city squirms. MONICA. Then Mortadello has not slipped off to the worms ? No ? All the better in the end ! Your eyes shall blaze With a new light. Ay ! foe and friend in stunned amaze Shall see a slight not Christendom saw yet ! Now then, Where is Orlando ? Will he come, black pearl of men ? LUCREZIA. He comes to greet your Highness. MONICA. Now ? LUCREZIA. He is on the way. MONICA. Then theres good hope. Not vain the vow ! LUCREZIA. Oh !if I may ! While we await him, let me ask your aid in turn. MONICA. Could I refu…
1928 · PDF PAGE 38
…that I should like to teach you what real un- happiness is like. To see you thus, my beauti- ful invalid, your feet in the mire and your eyes turned dimly towards heaven, as if you wanted
1929 · PDF PAGE 71
…ility. "I am unskilled to unravel the mysteries of the Universe. Like Sir Isaac Newton, I am —" But seeing the muffled rage in the boy's eyes, he spared him the conclusion. [103]
1907 · PDF PAGE 22
…onsumes and corrodes ; He hath Muses nine for sisters; the holy abodes Of the maiden are open to him, for his wrath is grown still ; His eyes with weeping are dim; he hath changed his will. We know him; and Venus sinks, a star in the West ; A star in the even, that thinks it shall fall into rest. Let it be so, then! lyrical spears ! Huntress, O Artemis wise, be upon him who hears ! I have heard thy clear voice in the moon; I have borne it afar ; I have tuned it to many a tune; thou hast showed me a Star, And the star thou hast showed me I follo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 21
…the hideous nightbird of defeat. Mourn, mourn and cry ; bow down unto the dust O Israel, and O Gilead, for your son Comes with unpitying eyes and lips compressed To watch the desecration of thy shrine, Jehovah, and the ruin of our hearth. JEPHTHAH. I am your outcast brother. At my birth My father did not smile, nor she who bore These limbs dishonourable did not smile, Nor did my kisses soothe a mother’s woe, Because my thews grown strong were impotent To reign or be a captain any more, Though I might serve the children who had grown Less godlik…
1912 · PDF PAGE 339
…l 172 Cut, divided ypa He affected. [Not written] yy’ Clusters ; grapes pay ‘The heel, the end. [Mic.vii.20] Spy Jacob wi73 Lighten mine eyes xy bi Day Demon of 3" Dec. AYA 174 Torches pene Splendor ei per cir- 9¥9D 1 AND cultum: B{r-(7x +7 & 175 Suction mpy Duplicity nbpap A slipping, falling mb) 23 bepap 176 yy dhyd bpp 177 DIN PAS Spirit of ¢ An advisor, counselling To eternity Illegitimate Dominus Domino- rum The Garden of Eden mp To cry out for help pyt Angel L:T.D. of harp Plenitude of plenitudes "Spm bp 178 The lower part, the loins ym ’…
1912 · PDF PAGE 339
…l 172 Cut, divided ypa He affected. [Not written] yy’ Clusters ; grapes pay ‘The heel, the end. [Mic.vii.20] Spy Jacob wi73 Lighten mine eyes xy bi Day Demon of 3" Dec. AYA 174 Torches pene Splendor ei per cir- 9¥9D 1 AND cultum: B{r-(7x +7 & 175 Suction mpy Duplicity nbpap A slipping, falling mb) 23 bepap 176 yy dhyd bpp 177 DIN PAS Spirit of ¢ An advisor, counselling To eternity Illegitimate Dominus Domino- rum The Garden of Eden mp To cry out for help pyt Angel L:T.D. of harp Plenitude of plenitudes "Spm bp 178 The lower part, the loins ym ’…
1928 · PDF PAGE 44
…he dined; I fol- lowed her to the reading-room, and I watched her a long while, while she sought in the news- papers with quick glancing eyes, long since burnt out by tears, some news of powerful and personal interest. At last, in the afternoon, under a charming autumn sky, one of those skies whence de- scend the armies of regret and of remem- brance, she seated herself in a garden, aside, far from the crowd, to listen to one of those concerts whose regimental music the people of Paris so enjoy. That was doubtless the little debauch of this inn…
1905 · PDF PAGE 23
…but fierce defiance now Knotted the veins, suffused them with rich blood, And wrath restrained from sight the torrid flood Of tears; her eyes were terrible; she spake: “Rise for thy life, and flee. Arise, awake, And hide thee in the temple; Zeus hath spoken To me-—me, Queen of Love—O sceptre broken !— O vainest of all realms ! that thou must die. This only chance is left thee yet, to fly Within that sanctity even he not dares To touch with impious hand; thus un- awares Creep in among the colunnns to a gate My hand shall show thee; it will open …
1901 · PDF PAGE 55
…lden, the electric spark of man is drawn Deep in the bosom of the world, to soar New-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling dawn With lidless eyes undazzled, to arise, Son of the morning, to the Southern skies; And fling its wild chant higher at the fall Of even, and of bright Hyperion; To mix its fire with dew, to call The spirit of the limitless air, made one In the amazing essence of all light Limitless, emanation of the might Of the great Light above all gods, the fire Of our supreme desire. So out of grievous labyrinths of the mind The soul’s d…