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Page 77 of 1971938 · PDF PAGE 8
…pring up and twine about his limbs. Around him are four living creatures, begotten of his will, so that the mountain might glow with the life that flows through him. There is a tawny Lion, from whose mouth drops honey. He roars aloud, and the word thereof is this: The Wrath of the Master is the Energy of Love. There is a buffalo Cow, grey-blow, whose udders overflow with milk, and her lowing means: The Work of the Master is the Nourishment of Life.
1904 · PDF PAGE 16
…e to shame The cunning missionary game ; And, by bad critics topped and sliced, Put the ky-bosh on Jesus Christ. I sing a tale of modern life (Suited for reading to my wife) Of how Sir Percy Percivale Grew from a boy into a man ; Well ware of every metric plan A bard may dream, a rhymester scrawl, Avoiding with deliberate “ Damn ! ” (Ut supra) In Memoriam ; For such suggestion would suffice To turn your blood to smoke or ice, Dismissing with a hearty curse Eunuch psychology, pimp verse. Moreover, lest my metre move From year to year in one dull…
1905 · PDF PAGE 154
…sword ! Without a helper or a friend All means be righteous to the End ! Look not for help to wordy strife ! This battle is for death or life. Melt mountains with a word—and then The colder hearts of Englishmen ! Look not to Europe in your need ! Columbia’s but a broken reed ! Your own good hearts, your own strong hand Win back at last the Irish land. Won by the strength of cold despair Our chance is near us—slay nor spare ! Open to fate the Saxons lie, Up ! Ireland ! ere the good hour fly ! Stand all our fortunes on one cast ! Arise ! the hour…
1910 · PDF PAGE 10
…h a measure As the gardens lord Makes his votaries dance to, death Draws with soft delicious breath To the maiden and the man. Love and life are both a span. Ere the crimson lips have planted Paler roses, warmer grapes, Ere the maiden breasts have panted, And the sunny shapes Flit around to bless the hour, Comes men know not what false flower : Ere the cup is drained, the wine Grows unsweet, that was divine. All the subtle airs are proven False at dewfall ; at the dawn Sin and sorrow, interwoven, Like a veil are drawn Over love and all delight…
1913 · PDF PAGE 187
…eep, dark eyes o’er our distress, In thee shall sleep his ashes ; let him lie Alone under the sky, Nor wake again : He hath paid for his life with his pain. He oweth naught Unto the universe, 149
1913 · PDF PAGE 187
…eep, dark eyes o’er our distress, In thee shall sleep his ashes ; let him lie Alone under the sky, Nor wake again : He hath paid for his life with his pain. He oweth naught Unto the universe, 149
1929 · PDF PAGE 87
…m he had admired the year before at a dance — and whom he had craved ever since. "Tell S.R.M.D.," he roared, "that I'm in this thing for life or death; but I ask the girl for a trophy." "You'll get that, or anything else," said Balloch, "if you can put an end to the activities of Mr. Cyril Grey." Abdul Bey rushed off without another word spoken; and Balloch and the Pasha went to the rendezvous appointed. They passed that night and the next day in alternate bouts of drink and sleep. About half-past eight on the following evening the telephone ra…
1929 · PDF PAGE 121
life had recently been manifest. An obvious corollary is that the best bodies are those that have met a violent death, rather than those which have been subjected to illness and decay. Also, it followed that the best corpses of all were those of executed murderers, whose vitality may be assumed as very great — though on this last point Cyril Grey, for one, would have disagreed with him, saying that the most vital people would have too much respect for the principle of life to commit murder in cold blood. However, Dr Vesquit had obtained an appo…
1898 · PDF PAGE 55
…t upon the windy way Twin fawns, the daughters of the rosy day. Behold, the arms of her desire Wave, weave, and wander in the air, Vines life-endued by subtle fire So quick and comely, curving bare ; The white diaphanous attire Floats like a spirit pale and fair ; The dance is woven of the breeze, the tune Is like the ocean silvered by the moon. Behold the maidens following, And every one is like a flower, Or like an ewe lamb of the king That comes from water at the hour Of even. See, the dancers swing Their censers ; see, their tresses shower …
1901 · PDF PAGE 76
… not enough of misery been wrought, Enough of expiation? We have sinned, But our iniquity he purged away, Who as avenger hath denied his life, To be made one with ye. O by his blood And strong desire of holiness, and might And justice, let him mediate between And mitigate your anger, that the name Of Egypt may not perish utterly. Make, make an end! THE LEPER. All things must work themselves To their own end. Created sin grown strong Must claim its guerdon. Ye abase yourselves Well for repentance; but ye shall not ward With tears and prayers the…
1904 · PDF PAGE 66
…art’s desire Spotless, the Lady of my love, and friends By whose heroic ardours I am found Victor at last, well girded with the spoil Of life in gleaming beauty, and this prize Thrice precious, my Medea—all is won! Needs only now the favouring kiss of Eurus, Bright-born of Eos, to fulfil for us The last of all the labours, to inspire ‘The quick-raised sail, and fill that flushing gold With thrice desiréd breath, that once again
1910 · PDF PAGE 81
…in the glint and gleam Of the pure dawns first beam, With earth for leaven ; Moulded of fire and gold, Water and wine to fold Me in its life, and hold ! In all but seven ! I would not kiss thee, I ! Lest my lips charactery Ruin thy flower. Curve thou one maidenly Kiss, stooping from thy sky Of peace and power ! Thine only be the embrace ! I move not from my place, Feel the exultant face Mine for an hour !
1910 · PDF PAGE 117
…though naught but slaughter serve my turn, I, in an hour that bring thee ease, fret the nights silk and ache and burn. But nowmy whole life stings in me ; a viper violates my veins ; Locusta laughs at Lalage ! a ghoul that sucks at her own brains ! Where is the ship ? Where is the ship ? Where is my man, my man, my man ? Who gave thee power to rend and rip the hearty out from a courtezan ? I roved from town to town : I played the whore in every slimy stews. God ! I am like a moon-struck maid, easing her drought on sister dews.
1913 · PDF PAGE 15
…ilities in the service of your king and your country, and deem the knowledge you have this day attained the happiest acquisition of your life. “Recall to memory the ceremony of your initiation; learn to bridle your tongue and to govern your passions: and ere long you will have occasion to say: ‘In becoming a M., I truly became the man; and while I breathe will never disgrace a jewel that kings may prize.’ “Tf I live, my son, to reap the fruits of this day’s labour, my happiness will be complete. I will meet death without terror, close my eyes i…
1913 · PDF PAGE 15
…ilities in the service of your king and your country, and deem the knowledge you have this day attained the happiest acquisition of your life. “Recall to memory the ceremony of your initiation; learn to bridle your tongue and to govern your passions: and ere long you will have occasion to say: ‘In becoming a M., I truly became the man; and while I breathe will never disgrace a jewel that kings may prize.’ “Tf I live, my son, to reap the fruits of this day’s labour, my happiness will be complete. I will meet death without terror, close my eyes i…
1914 · PDF PAGE 20
… came ; aborted, but alive. ‘The eunuch of a childless Turk ‘Was bribed by the head wife— Oh, substituted wage for work I— To buy a baby life. ‘The best the mean slave could procure ‘Was this—thrown out on some manure. He took it to the harem, told The tale; it wheezed the sot Whose palsied eyes with rapture rolled At hearing he had got In his old age (his youth was wild ) A real live beautiful male child. ‘This blinking bastard lived to be A thief, a renegade, ‘To cheat at cards, to fight and flee A volunteer brigade Of Greeks, Armenians, and …
1961 · PDF PAGE 90
…that Work. Now then at first I made no Error. I abandoned my chosen Career; I poured out my whole Fortune without one Thought; I gave my Life utterly to the Work, without keeping back the least imaginable Thing. So then I made swift Strides along the Path. But in the Dhyanas that were granted unto me in Kandy, in the Island of Lanka, I used up my whole Charge of Magical Energy; and for two Years I fell away from the Work. l
1961 · PDF PAGE 91
…hat such Periods of Recupera- tion are necessary to such souls as mine; and so no Ill. But I fell from my Will, and sought other Ends in Life; and so the Hand came upon me, and tore away that which I desired, as thou knowest; also it is written in The Temple of Solomon the King. Yet consider also these two Years as a necessary Preparation for that greatest of all Events which befell me in El-Kahira, in the Land of Khem, the Choice of me as the Word of the Æon. Now then for a while I worked with my Will, though not wholly; and again the Hand rea…
1929 · PDF PAGE 308
… my head. Alas! --- had I only known! A quarter of an hour's delay caused me to miss what might have been the most dramatic moment of my life. The ship I should have sailed by left Honolulu in due course and fetched up four days later outside the golden Gate --- to find San Francisco a raging flower of flame. I sailed on April 21st by The Empress of India, took a flying glance at Japan and put out into the Pacific. A savage sea without a sail, ...Grey gulphs and green aglittering. We never sighted the slightest suggestion of life all the way to…
1901 · PDF PAGE 13
…nd the crimson skin! As Aphrodite clove, The foam, incarnate Love, Maiden, as light leaps the dawn-gardens in, So in the Love and Light, Life slain, yet infinite, The God-Man’s night, Leaps pure the Soul rearisen from the embrace of Sin. | Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breas…