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Page 64 of 1961913 · PDF PAGE 171
…rth’s mire with their immortal fire : Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! He sang of blood, and how men mar and spill; He sang of love, and how men love and kill; He sang the world as never yet twas sung; He sang the will to fashion joy from ill: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! And even as he sang with easy tongue, With lips that quivered as his spirit stung, Crying aloud unto the Muse who sings, New glory flung unto him to him clung: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing| Oh! Woe to me who have to sing these things ; I wa…
1898 · PDF PAGE 121
…omes my soul. I come to thee with tears, Nameless immortal dove ; Forget the fleet-foot years In the incarnate spheres Of our mysterious Love.
1898 · PDF PAGE 127
…s, and its green glint ! Its wavy splendour, and the dance Thy belly weaves, a triple hint Of Hell, and Algiers, and France ! Ah ! Judas-love ! this flask we’ll drain, Kiss hard—and so to bed again !
1912 · PDF PAGE 97
…TADELLO. She-devil sprung from hell ! Where is that bosoms gold Of Magdalene ? cold too ! MONICA. I envied her the bliss. Of her black loveand you ! Now, am I worth a kiss ? MORTADELLO. I have it in my mind to end with you outright. MONICA. And you yourself might find an end before to- night. MORTADELLO. Oh ! you are cunning ! MONICA. Love is given wit, you know. Begotten from above, and nourished from below ! MORTADELLO. Why did you spare my life just now ? MONICA. Why, first of all, I want to be your wife. MORTADELLO. Dear God forbid ! MON…
1909 · PDF PAGE 77
…enchauntment of this dreamy god, My mystic sister, my mellific spouse, That shepherds us with his hermetic rod Into the flowery folds of love and sleep Where we have strayed -— O never yetsodeep ! —— 128 — XIII Lola, dear Lola, how the stillness grows ! How drowsy is the world, that folds her wings Over us, folding like a sunset rose Her crimson raptures to the night of things ! How all the voices and the visions fail As we pass through into the silent hall Beyond the vapours and beyond the veil, Beyond the Nothing as beyond the Ail! Ah! then, …
1909 · PDF PAGE 12
…e circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue and gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou pre- sently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but Whoso gives one particle of II
1905 · PDF PAGE 46
…oul Lest, if the pure cold mind should conquer it, TI might not know, although it still were sweet. ‘‘My pure desires arose and cast out love That flew away, most like a wounded dove, Only the drops were mine its bosom bled. Now the last time it hovers by my head: ‘* Now the last time I turn and go to her.”’ The violet smiled at him; his fingers fair Plucked the sweet blossom to his breast; his eyes. Mused like delight, and like desire were wise. There was a maiden like the sun, to whom [lis footsteps turned amid the myriad bloom Of flowers and…
1905 · PDF PAGE 164
… rag,! Prurient licksores of society, Gave it a different father. Am I sure Myself? The shameful Mammon was his name, Glittering gold! I loved my opulence, Cursed my ‘‘misfortune.” Childbirth sobered me. I loved the child, the only human love I ever tasted, and I sacrificed The popularity, the infamy, Of my old life; I sought another world. I ‘‘got religion” — how I _ hate’ the phrase !— So jest the matron newspapers. The end. 1 Society papers. Since then I lived, as I am living still, Wrapped in the all-absorbing love of him My child, my child…
1905 · PDF PAGE 248
TANNHAUSER 241 TANNHAUSER. One lover! Who makes up the equal soul Of all the wickedness beneath the sun? Lilith ! Seek out thy children to devour! Leave me. I go to my Elizabeth. VENUS. Ono! It kills me! That is naked truth. I am the soul and symbol of desire, Yet individual to thy love. Stay! Stay! One last caress, and then I let thee go, And—die. I fear, and I detest, this death. I am not mortal, doomed to it! I slip Into mere slime; no resurrection waits Me, made the vilest of the stars that fell. I must not die. .I dare not. But for thee, T…
1926 · PDF PAGE 11
…e circle is Red. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue and gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. 61. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night-stars in the desert thou pre- sently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but Whoso gives one particle of II
1961 · PDF PAGE 134
…True Nature, for here only thou standest in Sorrow, if there be a Division conscious of itself, and hindered from its Way (whose Name is Love) unto its Dissolution. It is written in The Book of the Law that the Pain of Division is as nothing, and the Joy of Dissolution all. Now then here is an Art and Device of Magick that I will declare unto thee, albeit it is a Peril if thou be not fixed in that Truth and in that Beatific Vision whereof I have written in the three Chapters foregoing. And it is this, to create by Artifice a Conflict in thyself…
1996 · PDF PAGE 177
…ong women, of Woman; one star of Her stars. 1 See “Liber D” [§206]. I see thee, Woman, thou standest alone, High Priestess art thou unto Love at the Altar of Life. And Man is the Victim therein. Beneath thee, rejoicing, he lies; he exults as he dies, burning up in the breath of thy kiss. Yea, star rushes flaming to star; the blaze bursts, splashes the skies. There is a Cry in an unknown tongue, it resounds through the Temple of the Universe; in its one Word is Death and Ecstasy, and thy title of honour, o thou, to Thyself High Priestess, Proph…
1910 · PDF PAGE 22
AMBERGRIS 13 Never cheeks shall dimple over At the perfume of the clover. Never bosoms bright and round Shall be garlanded and bound With the chain of myrtle, wreathed By the fingers of the maid Each has chosen for a mate, When the west wind lately breathed Murmurs in the wanton glade Of the day that dawneth late In a maidens horoscope, Dawning faith and fire and hope On the spring that only knew Flowers and butterflies and dew, Skies and seas and mountains blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love. Never dew-dashed…
1911 · PDF PAGE 63
…e of Solomon the King, with which it may be collated—Eu]. I WAITED for news that my heart beat. The severing night was between me and my love. There was no god of sleep; sleep were traitor. I sought to praise my love, and to lament the hours that divided us; and I could not. Therefore I wrote down the story of my life. And it is this: * * * 3 * Gilded and painted to hide its worm—eaten planks, my pleasure—boat was foundering. I cursed the treachery of the workmen, and resolved to trust myself to my own arms rather than to abide any longer there…
1911 · PDF PAGE 63
…e of Solomon the King, with which it may be collated—Eu]. I WAITED for news that my heart beat. The severing night was between me and my love. There was no god of sleep; sleep were traitor. I sought to praise my love, and to lament the hours that divided us; and I could not. Therefore I wrote down the story of my life. And it is this: * * * 3 * Gilded and painted to hide its worm—eaten planks, my pleasure—boat was foundering. I cursed the treachery of the workmen, and resolved to trust myself to my own arms rather than to abide any longer there…
1913 · PDF PAGE 399
THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES absolute in intelligence with the absolute in love! The Holy Spirit, the spirit of charity, should then conciliate all, and transform all into His own light. Is it not the spirit of intelligence, the spirit of science, the spirit of counsel, the spirit of force? “He must come,” says the Catholic liturgy, “and it will be, as it were, a newcreation ; and He will change the face of the earth.” “To laugh at philosophy is already to philosophize,” said Pascal, referring to that sceptical and incredulous philosophy which does…
1913 · PDF PAGE 399
THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES absolute in intelligence with the absolute in love! The Holy Spirit, the spirit of charity, should then conciliate all, and transform all into His own light. Is it not the spirit of intelligence, the spirit of science, the spirit of counsel, the spirit of force? “He must come,” says the Catholic liturgy, “and it will be, as it were, a newcreation ; and He will change the face of the earth.” “To laugh at philosophy is already to philosophize,” said Pascal, referring to that sceptical and incredulous philosophy which does…
1961 · PDF PAGE 148
…n as the Lightning cometh of the Discharge between two Vehicles of extreme Difference of Potentials. But as I shewed formerly concerning Love, how each such Discharge bringeth either Component more nigh to Equilibrium, so is it in this other Matter, and by Experience thou comest constantly to integration of Love (or what not) within thyself, just as all Effort becometh harmonious and easy by virtue of Practice. Rememberest thou the first time thou was thrown into Water, thy fear and thy struggles, and the Vehemence of thy Joy when first thou di…
1898 · PDF PAGE 10
…I sit still and hold In two cold palms her cold two feet ; Her hair, half grey, half ruined gold, Thrills me and burns me in kissing it. Love bites and stings me through to see Her keen face made of sunken bones, Her worn-out eyelids madden me, That were shot through with purple once.” SWINBURNE, “ The Leper,” Poems and Ballads, 1866.
1903 · PDF PAGE 41
…an a nervous current be Like that Velasquez? So I find Dinner a function of the mind, Not like you, but essential to (Even it) my honest love of you. Consider then yon broidered toy In the same aspect! Steals no joy Glittering beneath the sad pale face? 39