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…bscure we shall not skry. We know " no happy end! — but we endure, Abiding as the Pole Star in the sky. You mix your life in mine — then soul in soul We shoot forth, meteors, travelling on and on Far beyond Space to some dark-glimmering goal Where never a sun or star hath risen or shone ; Where we shall be the evil light beyond time, Beyond space, beyond thought, supreme in deathless pang : Nor shall a sound tnvade that hall of crime, Only the champing of the insatiate fang Of the undying worm our love, fast wed Unto — no happy end, Behold! I h…
1906 · PDF PAGE 14
As for the meanest monad, knit To man by mightier bonds than skill Of subtle-souled psychology May sever. Aim in chaos? None. The soul rolls senseless as the sun. III. Existence, as we know it, spins A fatal warp, a woof of woe. There is no place for God or soul. Works, hopes, prayers, sacrifices, sins Are jokes. The cosmos happened so: Innocent all of guide or goal. Else, what were man’s appointed term? To feed God’s friend, the coffn-worm! Iv. Laugh, thou immortal Lesbian! Thy verse runs down the runic ages. Where shalt thou be when sun and s…
1910 · PDF PAGE 481
XL Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath seen the All; his mind is set To pass beyond that great Amen. Far hath he wandered; still to fret His soul against that Soul. He breaches The rhododendron forest-net, His body bloody with its leeches. Sternly he travelleth the crest Of a great mountain, far that reaches Toward the King-snows; the rains molest The knight, white wastes updriven of wind In sheets, in torrents, fiend-possessed, Up from the steaming plains of Ind. They cut his flesh, they chill his bones : Yet he feels naught; his mind is pinned To t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 481
XL Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath seen the All; his mind is set To pass beyond that great Amen. Far hath he wandered; still to fret His soul against that Soul. He breaches The rhododendron forest-net, His body bloody with its leeches. Sternly he travelleth the crest Of a great mountain, far that reaches Toward the King-snows; the rains molest The knight, white wastes updriven of wind In sheets, in torrents, fiend-possessed, Up from the steaming plains of Ind. They cut his flesh, they chill his bones : Yet he feels naught; his mind is pinned To t…
1929 · PDF PAGE 72
Chapter8 OF THE HOMUNCULUS; CONCLUSION OF THE FORMER ARGUMENT CONCERNING THE NATURE OF THE SOUL "I AM going to be perfectly horrid," said Simon Iff, leaning over to Lisa, and measuring his words with the minutest care. "I am going to do everything possible to damp your enthusiasm. I would rather have you start from cold and spark up well as you go, than have you go off with a spurt, and find yourself without petrol in the middle of the big rise. "I want you to take up this research because of your real love of knowledge, not because of your pas…
1928 · PDF PAGE 167
…often ad- mired in museums. What do you say to Rotter- dam, you who love forests of masts, and the ships moored alongside the houses? My soul remains dumb. Would Batavia smile on you perhaps more sweetly? There we should find the spirit of Europe wedded to the beauty of the tropics. Not a word. Can my soul be dead? Are you then come to such a point of ener- vation that you take pleasure only in your un- happiness? If so, let us away to those coun- tries that are the emblem of death. I have it, poor soul, we will pack for Tornéo. Let us go farth…
1899 · PDF PAGE 201
…ODITE. BODY pale and beautiful with sin ! O breasts with venom swollen by the snakes Of passion, whose cold slaver slimes and slakes The soul-consuming fevers that within Thy heart the fires of hell on earth begin ! O heart whose yearning after truth forsakes The law of love! O heart whose ocean breaks In sterile foam against some golden skin ! O thou whose body is one perfect prayer, One long regret, one agony of shame, Lost in the fragrance, speeding, subtle and rare, Up to the sky, an avenue of flame! My soul, thy body, know the same delight…
1902 · PDF PAGE 46
Venus. She is mine enemy Hate her, O hate her, she will slay thy soul ! Tannhauser. And is my soul not slain within me now ? Yet, I do hate her—in these waking hours. But in my sleep she grows upon the sense, A solitary lotus that pales forth In the wide seas of space and separateness. That radiance !—Amber-scented voice of light, Calling my name, ever, ever calling — Venus. Answer that call—and thou art lost indeed ! Wake thou thy spirit in this hateful sleep, Keeping the vision, rise, and spit on her ! Tannhauser. Spit on Thy likeness ? I who…
1907 · PDF PAGE 175
…play of Argonautae is sha- dowed before them by Or- pheus’ magtcal might.) So faded all the dream: so stole Some fearful fondness in her soul ; Even as a cloud thrilled sharply through With lightning’s temper keen and true, Splitting the ether: so again Grew on me the ecstatic pain, Seeing her tremble in mid-air. No flower so exquisitely fair Shakes out its petals at the dawn ; No breath so beautiful is drawn At even by the listening vale. For oh! she trembled! Frail and pale, Her looks surpassing loveliness Lulled its own light to fond distres…
1901 · PDF PAGE 22
10 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. “ THE TWO EMOTIONS.” OW barren is the Valley of Delight ! Swift the gaunt hounds that nose the warm close trail Of all my love’s content ; in vain I veil My secret of remorse ; from their keen sight And scent my poor deception takes to flight. I borrow perfume from young loves waxed pale ; I borrow music from the nightingale. In vain : she knows me, that I hate her quite. Not altogether : in my patchwork brain Some rag of passion tears its woof asunder. Strange, that its own insatiable pain Should find an opiate in her ey…
1910 · PDF PAGE 69
… did see So goodly a company. HERACLITUS Wait but a moment — stand apart, Revolving the light in thine innermost heart ! Content not the soul with the skin of the grape ! — But the truer sense than the eye and the ear Make to appear ! CHRYSIPPUS Verily, master, I obey. I travel the exalted way. I pierce the sense ; I gain the goal, Distill the essence of the soul — HERACLEITUS I shroud thee in the web of wool. I lift the burden of the bull. Lion and eagle ! dart ye forth Into the cold clime of the North,
1905 · PDF PAGE 167
… there I know Tame harpies that had ceased to torture , me; And this more ghastly brood renews their sting, Adding a triple poison! O my soul Is torn with pangs more horrible than hell, Scorching the very marrow of my bones, Corrupting me—corrupting me, I say— O God! is any safety at Thy feet? Be silent, O be silent for awhile, And I will shrivel up thy wretched ears, Give thee to curse the hour that saw thee first, To curse thy parents and thine own young head. May God forbid that thou should rail on Him! Leave me a little to my torment yet, T…
1898 · PDF PAGE 51
…way, Pity me, pity, since the poisonous root Of parting strikes the beauty of the day ; We meet for the last time beside the ocean gray. Soul of my soul, we never can forget— But, is our parting burnt across the skies ? Is the last word said ? Must our lips be set Not to new song, but to the bitter sighs As of a child whose flower-garden dies, Who knows no hope of some enduring spring ? 41
1910 · PDF PAGE 109
THE TWINS 99 IV Thou knowest me who I am The inmost soul and saviour Of man ; what hieroglyph Of the dragon and the lamb Shall thou and I engrave here On Times inscandescable cliff ? V Look ! in the polished granite, Black as thy cartouche is with sins, I read the searing sentence That blasts the eyes that scan it : HOOR and SET be TWINS. A fico for repentance ! VI Ay ! O Son of my mother That snarled and clawed in her womb As now we rave in our rapture, I know thee, I love thee, brother ! Incestuous males that consume The light and the lif…
1910 · PDF PAGE 56
…47 Of hideous engines shatteringthis strife Clears the straight road of Glory and of Life ! Nay : but the hateful death that stings the soul Into rebellion ; the insensate death That chokes its own delight with words that roll Mightier-mouthed than the archangels breath ; The death that murders courage ere it drink The souls own life-blood on the desperate brink ! So, from the languid fingers in my curls And dreamy worship of a womans eyes, I look beyond the miserable whirls Of foolish measures woven in the skies ; Beyond the thoughtless st…
1929 · PDF PAGE 18
… evidence of a true growth of knowledge; whether, when all is said and done, there may not be some valid evidence for the existence of a soul." "The soul!" exclaimed Lisa, joyfully. "Oh, I believe in the soul!" "Very improper!" rejoined the mystic; "Belief is the enemy of knowledge. Skeat tells us that Soul probably comes from SU, to beget." "I wish you would speak simply to me, you lift me up, and throw me down again all the time." "Only because you try to build without foundations. Now I am going to try to show you some good reasons for think…
1903 · PDF PAGE 42
…l Sea. Young palms embowered the house where Beauty sate Still but exultant, silent but elate In its own happiness and majesty Of a mild soul unstirred by rivalry Of any life beyond its own sweet state. I looked around me, wondered whether Fate Had found at last a woman’s love for me. I had no hope : she was so grave and calm, So shining with the dew-light of her soul, So beautiful beyond a woman’s share. Yet—here ! Soft airs, and perfume through the palm, And moonlight in the groves of spice, control The life that would not love and yet be fai…
1912 · PDF PAGE 29
HOMAGE PRELIMINARY LIFE that is lost in dullard Dreams of the senses, gol Life, by the soul fair-coloured, Thy valiant trumpets blowI Far from the world where love is lust, And work is pain, and wealth is dust, Rise on the wings of love, and soar Το the sun’s self, the eternal shore Where flaming streamers soar and roll, Angels to guard its secret soul, The Garden where my love and I May walk to all eternity. Who dares to force the fiery gate May win our world inviolate. Children whose hearts are passionate; Maidens whose flesh is fair and fain, A…
1912 · PDF PAGE 29
HOMAGE PRELIMINARY LIFE that is lost in dullard Dreams of the senses, gol Life, by the soul fair-coloured, Thy valiant trumpets blowI Far from the world where love is lust, And work is pain, and wealth is dust, Rise on the wings of love, and soar Το the sun’s self, the eternal shore Where flaming streamers soar and roll, Angels to guard its secret soul, The Garden where my love and I May walk to all eternity. Who dares to force the fiery gate May win our world inviolate. Children whose hearts are passionate; Maidens whose flesh is fair and fain, A…
1912 · PDF PAGE 32
… ; an ecstatic smile steals over her face, lit by the moonrise. Mother of Christ ! I fare too well. By God, I feared To have enticed his 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 c…