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118 AMBERGRIS This is the climax, first and last. We stand upon the summit. Mother Of ages, daughter of ages, cast The fatal die, and turn to death ! Let evolution turn, involving As when the gray sun sickeneth Ghostly September ! so dissolving Into the pale eternal breath. When all is done, shall this be said. When all is said, shall this be done, The æon exhaust and finishéd, And slumber steal upon the sun, My dear, when you and I are dead.
1902 · PDF PAGE 18
…ic and philosophical, to form the basis of a poem. Let no man dare to reproach me with posing as the hero of my tale. I fall back on the last utterance of Tannhauser himself " I say, then, ' I ' : and yet it is not ' I ' Distinct, but ' I ' incorporate in All." Above all, pray understand that I do not pose as a teacher. I am but an asker of questions, such as may be found confronting those who have indeed freed their minds from the conventional commonplaces of the platitudinous, but have not yet dared to uproot the mass of their convictions, an…
1910 · PDF PAGE 442
…ow, they multiply; The strong knight’s brain goes all a-swim, Paced by that maddening minstrelsy, Those dog-like demons hunting him. The last bar breaks; the steel will snaps ; The black hordes riot in his brain ; A thousand threatening thunder-claps Smite him—insane—insane—insane |! His muscles roar with senseless rage; The pale knight staggers, deathly sick; Reels to the light that sorry sage, Sir Palamede the Lunatick.
1910 · PDF PAGE 442
…ow, they multiply; The strong knight’s brain goes all a-swim, Paced by that maddening minstrelsy, Those dog-like demons hunting him. The last bar breaks; the steel will snaps ; The black hordes riot in his brain ; A thousand threatening thunder-claps Smite him—insane—insane—insane |! His muscles roar with senseless rage; The pale knight staggers, deathly sick; Reels to the light that sorry sage, Sir Palamede the Lunatick.
1909 · PDF PAGE 370
…like manner waves of a grey lighter and lighter as they extended towards the snake were painted in methodically eccentric gyrations. The last wave was almost white, and stopped at the head of the monster. Ln the fifth compartment was a skull. Ln the sixth compartment was a white rose, with a delicious scent. In the seventh compartment, as well as in the eighth and last, I saw nothing, but a sweet music struck on my ear when I bent over them. The tunes were very different at first, one tender and soft, the other furious and thundering. Atthe end…
1909 · PDF PAGE 370
…like manner waves of a grey lighter and lighter as they extended towards the snake were painted in methodically eccentric gyrations. The last wave was almost white, and stopped at the head of the monster. Ln the fifth compartment was a skull. Ln the sixth compartment was a white rose, with a delicious scent. In the seventh compartment, as well as in the eighth and last, I saw nothing, but a sweet music struck on my ear when I bent over them. The tunes were very different at first, one tender and soft, the other furious and thundering. Atthe end…
1954 · PDF PAGE 532
83 Epistola Ultima Cara Soror, Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. The suggestion in your last letter to me is a very sensible one. I do think that people in general would like to get some idea of my system of training as a whole, in a comprehensive form. In the past there has been far too much of referring them to one quite unprocurable document and then to another which probably has not even been written. No wonder that they go away sorrowful. So I am going to put in as the last of this series of Letters an account, as clear and …
1910 · PDF PAGE 135
…The sky is tinged, as if the amorous flesh Of that same queen shone through the girdle drawn By her own kissing fevour through its mesh. Last, glory of godhead ! flickers, flames the fresh First faint frail rose and arrow of the dawn.
1907 · PDF PAGE 92
…ut he knows he must in evitably fail , as he knew his first kiss must inevitably lead to their great love and surrender . They spend the last melancholy day together : Strong kisses that had surfeited a score Of earthly bridals in an hour we squandered .? And at last : THE FIFTIETH DAY At noon she sailed for home , a weeping bride Widowed before the honeymoon was done . Always before the rising of the sun I swore to come in spirit to her side Alice , an Adultery , vol . ii, p . 79 . 2 Ibid . vol . ii, p . 84 .
1906 · PDF PAGE 28
… wild bird calls its mate—and I? Come to my tent this night of May, and cuddle close and crown me king! Drink, drink our fill of love at last—a little while and we shall die, O kissable Tarshitering! Droop the long lashes: close the eyes with eyelids like a beetle’s wing! Light the slow smile, ephemeral as ever a painted butterfly, Certain to close into a kiss, certain to fasten on me and sting! 20
1913 · PDF PAGE 200
…ts In glooms spell-bound. Calling clear and calling low, Deeper down the woods you go, Piping soft and piping slow . Pipe me the call at last That is for me : Sudden and soaring fast And stooping free , Over the hills it passed Beside the sea . Calling , calling , wild and sweet Whither went no mortal feet , Piping soft and piping fleet . 181
1954 · PDF PAGE 413
63 Fear: a Bad Astral Vision Cara Soror, Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Your letter of yesterday: so happy that my last was useful; but the vision! I must have failed to make myself clear. We shall come to that later in this letter. It is reassuring to learn that you are two-thirds human! Greed, anger, and sloth are the three Buddhist bed-rock badnesses; and you have certainly given the last a miss in baulk. It is my own darkest and deadliest foe, and oh how mighty! With me he never relaxes. Sounds a paradox! but so it is. Now…
1906 · PDF PAGE 148
…ch pointsas this... Still, when you bid me purify the same, To such a process I discern noend.. . First cut the liquefaction, what comes last But Fichte’s clever cut at God himself? .. . I trust nor hand, nor eye, nor heart, nor brain To stop betimes: they all get drunk alike. The first step, I am master not to take.” This is surely the apotheosis of wilful ignorance! We may think, perhaps, that Browning is ‘‘ hedging” when, in the last paragraph, he says: ‘‘ For Blougram, he believed, say, half. he spoke,” * and hints at some deeper ground. It…
1919 · PDF PAGE 143
…urious entry of September 5th, 7.53 p.m., which I shall quote practically in full: I am calm now, as I commence to write what may be the last entry in this diary. All that I can remember of my life on this planet has, as I look back upon it, been guided by an unseen hand. For so short a life (24 years and six months) it has been filled with an unusual number of incidents, some painful, some joyful and some of a purely spiritual nature. I regret nothing. Again three days have passed since I made entry in this book. I cannot talk of what has happ…
1901 · PDF PAGE 11
…reat angel of the brazen brows, great lover, Great hater of my body as my soul, To whom I gave my life and love thrice over, Fill me one last caress—the poison-bowl ! Great angel of the brazen brows, great lover !
1912 · PDF PAGE 57
He strains and strives in very deed, So that at last a boulder trips The hero, that he bursts a-bleed, And sanguine from his bearded lips The torrent of his being breaks. The Beast is gone: the hero slips Down to the valley: he forsakes The fond idea (every bone In all his body burns and aches) By speed to attain the dear Unknown, By force to achieve the great Beyond. Yet from that brain may spring full-grown Another folly just as fond. 51
1910 · PDF PAGE 38
PREFACE. XXXIII — what a washerwoman lost to mankind ! was the French nation’s epitaph upon her — drove the last nail into the coffin of art in England. Though ’twas needless cruelty : whom have we had of the first rank in England since Eli- zabeth but the Revolutionaries ? Blake, Shelley, Keats, Coleridge, Byron, Swinburne, Swift, Butler, Milton, every one exiled, starved, bullied, driven insane ; except Milton, whose supreme hypocrisy saved him, as it damned the nation for ever. Anyhow, bad as it was, Victoria made it worse, and, under a quee…
1904 · PDF PAGE 51
… active boys were engaged in stuffing her lucky-bag with current numbers of the Daily M..., as I observed with satisfaction, guessing at last the secret of our enormous circulation. When the supply of these was done, they con- tinued with the Sunday S....d and that peculiarly foul organ, Good W...s. This was her chief pleasure, since she had sought this temporary retirement from the whirl of politics. Licking her loose and wrinkled lips, she spat the glutinous relics of her nephews emission into the face of her last lover, a Scotch missionary
1929 · PDF PAGE 77
… Now this is an important formula. It is the First of the Formulæ, in a sense, for it is the formula of Renunciation. 1 2 It is also the Last ! This Cup is said to be full of the Blood of the Saints ; that is, every “sainC’ or magician must give the last drop of his life’s blood to tliat cup. It is the original price paid for magick power. And if by magick power we mean the true power, the assimilation of ail force with the Ultimate Light, the true Bridai of the Rosy Cross, then is that blood the offering of Virginity, the sole sacrifice well-p…
1907 · PDF PAGE 281
…f Tannhäuser : I say , then “ I ”; and yet it is not “ I ” Distinct , but “ I " incorporate in All.3 It further finds development in the last four lines of “ Ode to Poesy ”: No man, No petty god , but One who governs all , Slips the sun's leash , perceives the sparrow's fall , Too high for me to fear , too near for man to call .* And arrives at full manhood in such fine lines as the following : God is the Complex as the Protoplast : He is the First ( not “ was "), and is the Last . ( Not “ will be ") ... 6 God slips you , He is Undefinable . No…