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Page 72 of 2031904 · PDF PAGE 88
16 ARGONAUTAE Dreams lure not those who ply the sail Before, the home! behind, the gale! JASON. Ah! I am torn, I am torn! MEDEA. God’s poet, hail! Help us, Apollo! Light of Sun, awake! This is the desperate hour. JASON. I have no strength. MEDEA. Beware the third, the awful ecstasy! ORPHEUS. A higher spell controls a lower song. Listen, they sing! JASON. Joy! Joy! they sing, they sing! LEUCOSIA. O lover, I am lonely here! O lover, I am weeping! Each pearl of ocean is a tear Let fall while love was sleeping. A tear is made of fire and dew And sa…
1906 · PDF PAGE 116
…e’s fairly in it! Pumps out her fourteen babes a minute; Her (under chloroform) the voice Bids to be gleesome and rejoice: *© No sterile God balks ¢hime endeavour. This sort of thing goes on for ever.” XIII. I was a humorous youth enough On earth; I laughed when things were rough. 108
1910 · PDF PAGE 332
…A ¥S5P)D VENEZIA, May 19th, 1910. Jupirer’s foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a lilac conch of pearl, As if the dread god, charioted anew Came conquering, his amazing disk awhirl To war down all the stars. I see him through The hair of this mine own Italian girl, Adela That bends her face on mine in the gondola! There is scarce a breath of wind on the lagoon. Life is absorbed in its beatitude, A meditative mage beneath the moon. Ah! should we come, a delicate interlude, To Campo Santo that, this night of June, Heals for awhil…
1910 · PDF PAGE 332
…A ¥S5P)D VENEZIA, May 19th, 1910. Jupirer’s foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a lilac conch of pearl, As if the dread god, charioted anew Came conquering, his amazing disk awhirl To war down all the stars. I see him through The hair of this mine own Italian girl, Adela That bends her face on mine in the gondola! There is scarce a breath of wind on the lagoon. Life is absorbed in its beatitude, A meditative mage beneath the moon. Ah! should we come, a delicate interlude, To Campo Santo that, this night of June, Heals for awhil…
1911 · PDF PAGE 57
AMPHORA VI Good Friday T the foot of the Cross is the Mother of God, And Her tears are like rain to enliven the sod, While the Blood of the LORD from His Body that runs Is the heat of the summer, the fire of its suns. In the darkness and fear of the torturing hours, The Mother brings life in the strength of Her showers ; The Son with the fire of His Passion withdrawn Enkindles the night to the life of the Dawn. In the cup of the world, as pure water and wine, His sorrow is mingled and mixed into Thine, For a liquor to heal us the children of ni…
1913 · PDF PAGE 55
…fore the one colour that it is not. This Law, Reason, Time, Space, all Limita- tion blinds us to Truth. AJl that we know of Man, Nature, God, is just that which they are not; it is that which they throw off as repugnant. The HIMOG is only visible insofar as He is imperfect. Then are they all glorious who seem not to be glorious, as the HIMOG is All-glorious Within? It may be so. How then distinguish the inglorious and per- fect HIMOG from the inglorious man of earth? Distinguish not! But thyself Ex-tinguish: HIMOG art thou, and HIMOG shalt thou…
1910 · PDF PAGE 37
…seek it in the cloister.11 I loved you al- ways ; it was but a boy’s folly ; forgive me ! I may never cling to you on earth again : pray God that Heaven may be one long, long life of such bliss as we had of one another long ago by yon slow stream on whose banks I have wandered (many a time since) crying like a lost soul concerning you in the words of Milton lamenting his beauteous- buttocked Lycidas “ Oh ! who hath reft my dearest pledge ? ” Alas ! neither Fate nor God could I ac- cuse : the dread hollow voice of my own stricken soul answered m…
1911 · PDF PAGE 151
THE VISION AND THE VOICE The shedding of blood is necessary, for God did not hear the children of Eve until blood was shed. And that is external religion; but Cain spake not with God, nor had the mark of initiation upon his brow, so that he was shunned of all men, until he had shed blood. And this blood was the blood of his brother. This is a mystery of the sixth key of the Taro, which ought not to be called The Lovers, but The Brothers. In the middle of the card stands Cain; in his right hand is the Hammer of Thor with which he hath slain his …
1913 · PDF PAGE 155
…ception of the Cosmos. He had not fully understood that the Universe was One, that one might in very truth eat and drink to the glory of God. He knew that by eating and drinking one did not necessarily detract from the glory of God, but had not fully understood the sacra- mentalism of the simplest actions. Now he knew that the huddling together of unhewn stones might build a better Temple than that of Luxor or of Karnak. He had still the old illusion that to succeed on one plane you must fail on another; still thought the mind more than the bod…
1913 · PDF PAGE 155
…ception of the Cosmos. He had not fully understood that the Universe was One, that one might in very truth eat and drink to the glory of God. He knew that by eating and drinking one did not necessarily detract from the glory of God, but had not fully understood the sacra- mentalism of the simplest actions. Now he knew that the huddling together of unhewn stones might build a better Temple than that of Luxor or of Karnak. He had still the old illusion that to succeed on one plane you must fail on another; still thought the mind more than the bod…
1905 · PDF PAGE 234
…y.) In her womb Brews the Elixir, and the roses bloom. For the Three Maries (so he said) were One: Three aspects of the mystic spouse of God, Isis! This pagan! ‘‘ Look towards the Sun”? (Quoth he), ‘‘and seek a winepress to be trod; ‘With Beauty girdled, garlanded, and shod. ‘* Thus,” riddled he, ‘‘ thy heart shall know its Peace !” Let be! I ride upon the sand instead, Look to the Cross, whereon I take mine ease ! Let be! Just so the Roman soldier said. Esaias?2 He is dead—as I am dead ! What was his symbol and his riddle’s key? Go, seek the s…
1929 · PDF PAGE 77
…d people. My mother always believed that Great Eastern, the first steamship of any size to speak of, met with repeated disasters because God was jealous, as He had been of the tower of Babel. In 1917 my cousin, Lawrence Bishop, told me that he thought that "the Lord prepared a great iceberg" for the Titanic in annoyance at the claim of the shipbilders that she was unsinkable. William Whiteley had several fires, which my mother took as the repartee of the Almighty to the merchant's assumption of the title "Universal Provider", which could be pro…
1909 · PDF PAGE 325
…g; for I would have been divided, so that Sappho in departing took of my left side. I left my love with her, but my strength belonged to God. “This I explained to Acheirah, but he told me my idea was wrong, and that we were so divided that I might receive the influx of strength, and she that of mercy. “So we returned into the temple, conversing, I saying to her: ‘ Enter with me the temple of the living God!’ “This she did, following me, and then knelt down at the altar, and waving a censer adored the Lord of the Universe. “ After this was at an…
1909 · PDF PAGE 325
…g; for I would have been divided, so that Sappho in departing took of my left side. I left my love with her, but my strength belonged to God. “This I explained to Acheirah, but he told me my idea was wrong, and that we were so divided that I might receive the influx of strength, and she that of mercy. “So we returned into the temple, conversing, I saying to her: ‘ Enter with me the temple of the living God!’ “This she did, following me, and then knelt down at the altar, and waving a censer adored the Lord of the Universe. “ After this was at an…
1929 · PDF PAGE 11
…ng at the door of Cyril's studio. He opened. His arms were ready to receive her; but she was on the floor, kissing his feet. "My Chinese God! My Chinese God!" she cried. [19] "May I be permitted," observed Cyril, earnestly, "to present my friend and master, Mr. Simon Iff?" Lisa looked up. She was in the presence of a man, very old, but very alert and active. She scrambled to her feet in confusion.
1954 · PDF PAGE 417
…Baghdad." "It wants an hour yet of the time," says Death briskly; "and he's galloping hither as fast as he can." At least, don't let the Gods have the laugh on you! Hello! Here's the Book of Lies again! What fun. The Smoking Dog Each act of man is the twist and double of an hare. Love and Death are the greyhounds that course him. God bred the hounds and taketh His pleasure in the sport. This is the Comedy of Pan, that man should think he hunteth, while those hounds hunt him. This is the Tragedy of Man, when facing Love and Death he turns to bay…
1906 · PDF PAGE 71
… Caliphs mete fantastic law And ebon eunuchs swing the sword So swift, so curved,—let voiceless awe Sit on the palace dome, to draw Some god’s destruction on its smiling lord! May many a maiden comely clad Revolve in convoluted curls, Till from each pliant pose I had (By virtue of her wondrous whirls) The illusion of a thousand dancing-girls! Let harlots robed in gold and green Sit slowly waving ivory plumes And wings of palm; the while their queen Lurks in some horror-house unseen, Damned to be smothered in divine perfumes! 63
1910 · PDF PAGE 411
XIII Sir PALAMEDE is come anon Into a blue delicious bay. A mountain towers thereupon, Wherein some fiend of ages gone Is whelmed by God, yet from his breast Spits up the flame, and ashes grey. Hereby Sir Palamede his quest Pursues withouten let or rest. Seeing the evil mountain be, Remembering all his evil years, He knows the Questing Beast runs free— Author of Evil, then, is he! Whereat immediate resounds The noise he hath sought so long: appears There quest a thirty couple hounds Within its belly as it bounds. Lifting his eyes, he sees at la…
1910 · PDF PAGE 411
XIII Sir PALAMEDE is come anon Into a blue delicious bay. A mountain towers thereupon, Wherein some fiend of ages gone Is whelmed by God, yet from his breast Spits up the flame, and ashes grey. Hereby Sir Palamede his quest Pursues withouten let or rest. Seeing the evil mountain be, Remembering all his evil years, He knows the Questing Beast runs free— Author of Evil, then, is he! Whereat immediate resounds The noise he hath sought so long: appears There quest a thirty couple hounds Within its belly as it bounds. Lifting his eyes, he sees at la…
1910 · PDF PAGE 34
…hes of the sylvan bride Earth, that trembled with delight At the male caress of Night. Velvet soft the wizard trod To the Sabbath of his God. With his naked feet he made Starry blossoms in the glade, Softly, softly, as he went To the sombre sacrament, Stealthy stepping to the tryst In his gown of amethyst. Earlier yet his soul had come To the Hill of Martyrdom, Where the charred and crooked stake Like a black envenomed snake