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Page 61 of 1301909 · PDF PAGE 65
…I hate this hell of agony supine. You killed her yesterday ; kill me to-day; Let me not hang like Christ ! Now snap my spine: Surely you know the trick — when from your lips I see a thin chill stream of stark black blood Trickling, the stream ofhate that glows and grips My lesser life within its sickening flood. Be pitiful, and end your cruelty ! Suck out the life of me, that I may die! an { O.f —— V O brooding vampire, why art thou arisen? Why art thou so unquiet in the tomb? Why hasthy corpse burst brilliant out of prison ? Whence get the lip…
1910 · PDF PAGE 13
…uld not serve a writ on a man with an address in the telephone directory, who was spending hundreds of pounds on letting the whole world know where to find him. It was perhaps unkind of me not to warn Mr. Cran that he was putting his foot in it. But if I had said a word, the case would have been thrown up; and then where would our advertisement have been? So, even now, I restrict my remarks; there may be some more fun coming. But at least there’s a prophet loose! Some anonymous person wrote Cran, Cran, McGregor’s man, Served a writ, and away he…
1910 · PDF PAGE 13
…uld not serve a writ on a man with an address in the telephone directory, who was spending hundreds of pounds on letting the whole world know where to find him. It was perhaps unkind of me not to warn Mr. Cran that he was putting his foot in it. But if I had said a word, the case would have been thrown up; and then where would our advertisement have been? So, even now, I restrict my remarks; there may be some more fun coming. But at least there’s a prophet loose! Some anonymous person wrote Cran, Cran, McGregor’s man, Served a writ, and away he…
1912 · PDF PAGE 109
…ed till now, and you may be The greatest man thats served in Venice after me. ALESSANDRO. My lord, you are too good. At first I did not know you. But now Ive understood the service we all owe you. MORTADELLO. Well, shall we go to the boat ? ALESSANDRO. At my lords service, I. MORTADELLO. We shall be fanned afloat. ALESSANDRO. The gondola shall fly. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A small room in the Palace. The furniture, prin- cipally three thrones, is all of ebony ; the hangings and curtains are of black. A small square table in the middle of the room …
1901 · PDF PAGE 91
…rrible ! O my dolorous tender brides, As I lay and dreamt in the dark by your shameful beautiful sides ! And now you are mine no more, I know ; but I cannot bear The curse—that another is drunk on the life that stirs your hair : Every hair was alive with a spark of midnight’s delicate flame, Or a glow of the nether fire, or an old illustrious shame. Many, so many, were ye to make one Womanhood— A thing of fire and flesh, of wine and glory and blood, In whose rose-orient texture a golden light is spun, A gossamer scheme of love, as water in the …
1909 · PDF PAGE 381
…utting down with a blue pencil the most important among all the thoughts that came into my brain. In “The book which contains all that I know for certain” I began with these sentences : “Your enemy, when his hatred and persecution lead you to a clearer perception of Life’s secrets, becomes your benefactor.” “The men living in my company being unable to realise that my body is nothing but an illusion of their deficient sight, it is useless for me to try and oblige them to recognise it as a mere wood cover.” “ Their error will appear even more pl…
1909 · PDF PAGE 381
…utting down with a blue pencil the most important among all the thoughts that came into my brain. In “The book which contains all that I know for certain” I began with these sentences : “Your enemy, when his hatred and persecution lead you to a clearer perception of Life’s secrets, becomes your benefactor.” “The men living in my company being unable to realise that my body is nothing but an illusion of their deficient sight, it is useless for me to try and oblige them to recognise it as a mere wood cover.” “ Their error will appear even more pl…
1912 · PDF PAGE 29
… mind, the student will appreciate without trouble the fact that two things are involved—the person seeing and the thing seen—the person knowing and the thing known; and he will come to regard this as the necessary condition of all consciousness. We are too accustomed to assume to be facts things about which we have no real right even to guess. We assume, for example, that the unconscious is the torpid; and yet nothing is more certain than that bodily organs which are functioning well do so in silence. The best sleep is dreamless. Even in the c…
1912 · PDF PAGE 32
…s soul to hellwhat devil sneered ? It was too much. I am bewitched. I loved him so. Ah God ! I touched. How my soul itched let God not know ! That strong black breast ! Those cruel lips ! Those eyes of fire ! O bitter best, to whirl the whips of black desire ! Bruise me with lust, and tear my flesh, and drink my blood, One poniard thrust, one flail to thresh, one storm to flood My life with death, my soul to charO speak the spell !
1910 · PDF PAGE 102
…leep, There shone the sword of love, and struck, and clove The intolerable veil, The woven chain of mail Prudence self-called, and folly known to who May know. Then, O sweet drop of dew, Thy limpid light rolled over and was lost In mine, and mine is thine. Peace, ye who praise ! ye but disturb the shrine ! This voice is evil over against the peace Here in the West, the holiest. Shaken and crossed. The threads Lachesis wove fell from her hands. The pale divided strands Were taken by thy master-hand, Eros ! Her evil thinkings cease, Thy miracles …
1910 · PDF PAGE 68
…thout and beyond and above I abide. Every move I foresee ; I foretell every tide, The eclipse and the comet, the oiled and the gritty, I know it by heartand the balance beside ! Come close ! let me suck out your lips as in languor ! Stand off ! while I cringe at your towering anger ! Ill grip you and shake you and weep at your knees Mere flames of the foil-play, its clatter and clangour ! Your one joyyour pride in your cleverness, maybe ! My one joyyou think you are gulling a gaby, And at last, when you strike to the heartif you please ! …
1911 · PDF PAGE 251
…ad.” Some one circumstance: “ At last That, and its effects, are past." Some one terror—subtle foe! ”I have laid that spectre lawt" They know not, learn not, cannot calculate How subtly Fate Weaves its fine mesh, perceiving how to wait ; Or how accumulate The trifies that shall make it master yet Of the strong soul that bade itself forget. [A ciim rea’ light a'a'wns. BESZ enters, leading four PRo- BATIONERS who hear the Pastas. They ;71066 it before the attat/.] ARIES. What is this offering? BESZ. The eater of Flesh is my name. ARIES. Oh, our Lor…
1911 · PDF PAGE 251
…ad.” Some one circumstance: “ At last That, and its effects, are past." Some one terror—subtle foe! ”I have laid that spectre lawt" They know not, learn not, cannot calculate How subtly Fate Weaves its fine mesh, perceiving how to wait ; Or how accumulate The trifies that shall make it master yet Of the strong soul that bade itself forget. [A ciim rea’ light a'a'wns. BESZ enters, leading four PRo- BATIONERS who hear the Pastas. They ;71066 it before the attat/.] ARIES. What is this offering? BESZ. The eater of Flesh is my name. ARIES. Oh, our Lor…
1905 · PDF PAGE 37
…iron shade, And stir the chill canal with manifold Rays of clear morning ; never grow afraid When he dips down beyond the far flat land, Know never more the day and_ night apart, Know not where frost has laid his iron hand Save only that it fastens on my heart ; Save only that it grips with icy fire These veins no fire of hell could satiate ; Save only that it quenches this desire. Let me pass out beyond the city gate.
1899 · PDF PAGE 52
… veins of purple in the arms, Or cheeks that are already flushed with it, To crimson them with the intense delight Of eyes that meet and know the spirit dwells Beyond their profound depth in sympathy. Nay, my delight must find some dearest foe, And cleave his body with a lusty stroke That sets the blood sharp tingling in my arm. Yet tell me if perchance I lay aside One day the harness of cold iron, bind on The lighter reins of roses deftly twined
1906 · PDF PAGE 217
…‘Com- mentaries on Matthew and John.” 695. Direction x.°’— Vide supra, ‘* Ascension Day.” 710, Steel-tired °8— For Dunlop people did not know Those nineteen hundred years ago. 723. Super-consciousness.°°—The Christians also claim anecstasy. But they all admit, and indeed boast, that it is the result of long periods of worry and anxiety about the safety of their precious souls: therefore their ecstasy is clearly a diseased process. The Yogic ecstasy requires absolute calm and health of mindand body. It is useless and dangerous under other condit…
1907 · PDF PAGE 102
…id the big man, that Mr. Jones is the Unutterable Tao. Why not leave it at that? I will, said Basil, if Arthur will read us something. I know what he was leading up to when our friend~played with his opponent’s ball. A brother is a dreadful handicap! sighed Arthur. Still, here you are! And he read:
1913 · PDF PAGE 225
… Is death the thing Within the heart of life so deeply curled That only at life’s end the thorn can sting? It may be. Yet I only care to know The imagery of the most fairest Rose ; So that I dwell where that last Rose doth blow, I can forget life in the garden-close. Sweet wind of all the wide world’s empery! Slow-purling streams of pure and fresh delight; Within thy breath and voices can I see White flesh, dark eyes, and longing dusky-bright : I care not any more for death, O life, Being slain by love with one thrust of the knife!
1913 · PDF PAGE 225
… Is death the thing Within the heart of life so deeply curled That only at life’s end the thorn can sting? It may be. Yet I only care to know The imagery of the most fairest Rose ; So that I dwell where that last Rose doth blow, I can forget life in the garden-close. Sweet wind of all the wide world’s empery! Slow-purling streams of pure and fresh delight; Within thy breath and voices can I see White flesh, dark eyes, and longing dusky-bright : I care not any more for death, O life, Being slain by love with one thrust of the knife!
1922 · PDF PAGE 218
… fingers worked spasmodically on the little amber- tinted bottle of poison. I wanted to get away from every one and everything. I didn’t know where I was going. I hated Peter from the depths of my soul. I would have given anything in the world—except the heroin—to be able never to see him again. But he had the money, why shouldn’t we enjoy our abject ruin as we had enjoyed our romance? Why not wallow in the moist, warm mire?