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Page 73 of 1121913 · PDF PAGE 58
…nes be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright. 6. I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. 7. Iam the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. ‘Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go. 8. Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper. g. Remember all ye that existence is pure…
1913 · PDF PAGE 58
…nes be cast away; let the good ones be purged by the prophet! Then shall this Knowledge go aright. 6. I am the flame that burns in every heart of man, and in the core of every star. I am Life, and the giver of Life, yet therefore is the knowledge of me the knowledge of death. 7. Iam the Magician and the Exorcist. I am the axle of the wheel, and the cube in the circle. ‘Come unto me” is a foolish word: for it is I that go. 8. Who worshipped Heru-pa-kraath have worshipped me; ill, for I am the worshipper. g. Remember all ye that existence is pure…
1929 · PDF PAGE 329
…gedy of little tears. My brain is hard and cold; there is no beat Of its blood; there is no heat Of sacred fire upon my lips to sing. My heart is dead; I say that name thrice over; Rose! --- Rose! --- Rose! --- Even as lover should call to lover; There is no quickening, No flood, no fount that flows; No water wells from the dead spring. My thoughts come singly, dry, contemptuous, Too cold for hate; all I can say is that they come From some dead sphere without me; Singly they come, beats of a senseless drum Jarred by a fool, harsh, unharmonious.…
1907 · PDF PAGE 162
…ut the trunk Of torture-rapture stabbing through-Maurya ! Ay , that was I ; and I the weeping wolf That howls about this hell that is my heart ; And I the icy and intangible That beholds all , and is not. ? Looking into the crystal globe he sees the future two thousand years after the horrid murder . The deed has thriven into a religion , and the victim into a god . As it was in the beginning , is now , and ever shall be : world without end .? mutters Rupha the hag of eternity , as Criosda falls dead before the mummy of the murdered girl , his …
1907 · PDF PAGE 190
…midable , Night Gathered its garments , drew itself apart ; Gaunt limbs appear athwart the coprolite , Veil the deep agony , display the heart ; Even as a gloomy sea , Wherein dead fishes be , Poisonous things , nameless ; the eightfold Fear , Misshapen crab and worm , The intolerable sperm , Lewd dragons , slime - built . Stagnant , the foul mere Crawled , moved , gave tongue , 1 Songs of the Spirit , vol . i, p . 50 . 2 Ibid . vol . i, p . 54 .
1922 · PDF PAGE 189
…ay go wrong. It doesn’t really matter, either. The body is merely a nuisance, and it hurts. “So blood wrenches its pain Sardonic through heart and brain.” I am beginning to hate that horrible poem. It haunts me. I don’t know why I should remember it like I do. Have I been reading it, I wonder? Or perhaps it is the incredible access of intellectual power which heroin gives that has improved my memory. Anyhow, the fact is that odd bits of it come swimming into my mind like goldfish darting in and out among streaming seaweed. Oh, yes, my quarrel w…
1907 · PDF PAGE 104
…, a queen , to kiss and never tire ! Thy queen , quick - breathing for your twin desire !" I shudder , for the mystery of bliss ; I go , heart crying and a soul on fire !? . . Still , I stepped onward . Credit me so far ! The harlot had my soul : my will , the star ! Thus I went onward , as a man goes blind , Into a torrent crowd of mine own kind ; Jostlers and hurried folk , and mad they are , A million actions and a single mind .? As he proceeds along his weary path , he feels a strengthening within him of the higher self , struggling against…
1907 · PDF PAGE 148
…: I see below the beautiful low brow (Low too for cunning , like enough !) your lips , A scarlet splash of murder . From them drips This heart's blood ; you have fed your fill on me .? 1 Rosa Inferni , vol . iii, p . 91. , 2 Ibid . vol . iii , p. 92 .
1913 · PDF PAGE 417
…. Sometimes it is an assassin who hears, and who thinks that everybody hears, through the walls of the tomb, the beating of his victim’s heart; sometimes it is a poisoner who, by dint of saying to himself, ‘I am safe, pro- vided I do not go and denounce myself,” ends by dreaming aloud that he is denouncing himself, and in fact does so. Edgar Poe himself invented neither the persons nor the facts of these strange novels; he dreamt them waking, and that is why he clothed them so well with all the colours of a shocking reality. Dr. Briére de Boism…
1913 · PDF PAGE 417
…. Sometimes it is an assassin who hears, and who thinks that everybody hears, through the walls of the tomb, the beating of his victim’s heart; sometimes it is a poisoner who, by dint of saying to himself, ‘I am safe, pro- vided I do not go and denounce myself,” ends by dreaming aloud that he is denouncing himself, and in fact does so. Edgar Poe himself invented neither the persons nor the facts of these strange novels; he dreamt them waking, and that is why he clothed them so well with all the colours of a shocking reality. Dr. Briére de Boism…
1907 · PDF PAGE 37
…e SUTC To have him, Damnthem! Are they cock and hen To make this cackling over their affairs? Muck! Muck! SIR PERCY. I love you so, dear heart, dear love, MOLLY. Oh yes, I love you! Percy! Sirk PERCY. Molly! Molly! MOLLY. Dear boy, how I love you ! SiR PERCY. And I you, sweetheart. MOLLY. Good-bye, then ! Str PERCY. Good-bye! Good-bye! At moonrise, MOLLY. At my door. ANGELA, Setter write it down, and then you won't forget. Stk PERCY, One kiss for good-bye. MOLLY. Good-bye. [Slowly retires, looking over her shoulder. They run back to meet each o…
1907 · PDF PAGE 141
…knows not Cora to be his mother ; Cora Vavasour of the halls , and himself her bastard son . My wife ! O Cora , I have loved you so ! My heart is like a fountain of the sea . I burn , I tremble ; in my veins there swims A torrid ecstasy of madness . Ah ! Ah , God ! I kiss you , kiss you ! O you faint ! Sweetheart , my passion overwhelms your soul ! 1 The Fatal Force , vol . i, p . 150 . 2 Compare story of Semiramis and Ninyas .
1911 · PDF PAGE 124
…hat shall reap every flower. Is not Saturn exalted in Libra? Daleth, Lamed, Tau. And therefore was he a fool who uttered her name in his heart, for the root of evil is the root of breath, and the speech in the silence was a lie. Thus is it seen from below by them that understand not. But from above he rejoiceth, for the joy of dissolution is ten thousand, and the pang of birth but a little. And now thou shalt go forth from the Aethyr, for the voice of the Aethyr is hidden and concealed from thee because thou hadst not the key of the door thereo…
1912 · PDF PAGE 30
…ithin ! If I have sought the hurt of any man, forgive ! If I have soiled my skirt with even a fugitive Faint thought of evil, cleanse my heart and soul thereof, As thou dost heal all mens misdeeds with eager love. Our Lady of Vigilance, behold me ! I am weak. My lifes inheritance to take there are those that seek. There are evil men that hunt me to destroy meThou When they arise, confront them, hear thy virgins vow. Forgive them, even as I through thee am wholly shriven ; Let that absolve whereby all men may be forgiven ! Turn thou their he…
1912 · PDF PAGE 137
… on his heel and went softly into the laboratory. Meanwhile Muriel Madox tripped along from the Escoffier in the bright February air. Her heart was very light and very anxious. The incident of the afternoon— should she tell the Professor? Concealment was foreign to her nature ; for the first time in her life she hesitated, How would it affect their relations ? It would be better to think it over, to sleep on it. It never occurred to her for a moment that the Professor might already know. In the end she decided to say nothing; but so absorbed had …
1912 · PDF PAGE 291
…he one in sanctimonious- ness, the other in bigotry, though he always thought blackmail too risky, and slander a tactical error. Without heart or conscience, either in his family relations or his public functions, he goes to a grave covered by the flowers of those who think it politic to pretend to honour him; and it is his tragedy that of all the obituaries penned by servile or venal dupes or accomplices of his misdeeds, none will survive the century. This article remains his sole enduring monument. A. QUILLER, JR. 249
1912 · PDF PAGE 137
… on his heel and went softly into the laboratory. Meanwhile Muriel Madox tripped along from the Escoffier in the bright February air. Her heart was very light and very anxious. The incident of the afternoon— should she tell the Professor? Concealment was foreign to her nature ; for the first time in her life she hesitated, How would it affect their relations ? It would be better to think it over, to sleep on it. It never occurred to her for a moment that the Professor might already know. In the end she decided to say nothing; but so absorbed had …
1912 · PDF PAGE 291
…he one in sanctimonious- ness, the other in bigotry, though he always thought blackmail too risky, and slander a tactical error. Without heart or conscience, either in his family relations or his public functions, he goes to a grave covered by the flowers of those who think it politic to pretend to honour him; and it is his tragedy that of all the obituaries penned by servile or venal dupes or accomplices of his misdeeds, none will survive the century. This article remains his sole enduring monument. A. QUILLER, JR. 249
1907 · PDF PAGE 62
…im , his deeds are dust, His span is but a little space , He lusts to live , he lives to lust , His soul is barren of love or trust, His heart is hopeless , seeing he must Perish , and leave no trace.5 He bids her gaze into his eyes , With love, my cheeks with passion burn As thy clear eyes may well discern By gazing into mine . 1 The Tale of Archais , vol . i, p. 7. 3 Ibid . vol. i, p. 8. • Ibid . vol. i, p. 9. 2 Ibid . vol. i, p. 8. 4 Ibid . vol. i, p. 8. 6 Ibid . vol. i, p. 9.
1913 · PDF PAGE 526
…itous photography which makes durable impressions of mirages wandering in the atmosphere, upon leaves of trees, in wood, and even in the heart of stones: thus are formed those natural figures to which Gaffarel has consecrated several pages in his book of Czriosités inouies, those stones to which he attributes an occult virtue, and which he calls gamahés ; thus are traced those writings and drawings which so greatly astonish the observers of fluidic phenomena. They are astral photographs traced by the imagination of the mediums with or without t…