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THE EQUINOX JOHN. Oh! the black blind hideous horrible injustice of it all! [W2th convic- tion.) There is no God! As the book consists of little else but episodes of this kind, it will be seen that the entertained attention of the judicious reader need never flag. A.C. THE NEw SociaL RELIGION. By Horace HOLLey. 6s. HOLLEY, Holley, Holley, Lord God Almighty! K. H. A. K. To MALISE AND OTHER POEMS. By AELFRIDATILLYARD. W. Heffer& Sons, Cambridge. A VOLUME of sonnets, serious and not so serious—the serious portraying spiritual yearning with impelli…
1906 · PDF PAGE 17
…y the hard decrees of Fate, Kissing insatiable in.mad desire, Kisses whose agony may never tire, Kissing the gates of hell, the sword of God, Each unto each a serpent or a rod, No whispered Thick sweet salt tears, till, A well of wine and fire, each unto each, Whose lips are fain convulsively to reach A higher heaven, a deeper hell. Ah! day So soon to dawn, delight to snatch away ! Damned day, whose sunlight finds us as with wine Drunken, with lust made manifest divine Devils of darkness, servants unto hell— Yea, king and queen of Sheol, terrib…
1899 · PDF PAGE 60
…t lie Till Thou come home again, O soaring Soul. The gates supernal roll ! Flash through them, O white-winged, white-blossom ghost ! Ah, God! for I am lost. - [Jephthah remains motionless, [Morning dawns. Enter Jared, Soldters, Prophet. SOLDIERS. . Hail, captain! We are ready now for death, Or victory, if shining wings are fain To hover over dauntless hearts. Behold Our ready bands to follow to the fray. JEPHTHAH. Welcome! hail ye this happy dawn as one
1899 · PDF PAGE 87
JEPHTHAH. 65 Singing lest our eyes escape All his tunic wried and loose With the feet that softly trod In the vat the fairy god ; Never more our eyes shall swim, Looking to the ocean brim In the magic moon that rose Through the archipelagos, When the Grecian woods were wet With our dewy songs, that set Quivering all seas and snows, Stars and tender winds that fret Lily, lily, laughing rose, Sighing, sighing violet, Dusky pansy, swaying rush, And the stream that flows Singing, ringing softly: Hush! Listen to the bird that goes Wooing to the brow…
1901 · PDF PAGE 74
…l mind Thrice, and thrice the higher soul, Thrice the spirit, till the sun’s Utter glory burn upon him, till the freed Osiris find He is god above mankind, Thrice united unto man, As the living gold that ran Molten to the fiery sea, Mixed in its eternity. Spirit of the Gods! Unite Streams of sacramental light In the soul, thrice purified, Consecrated thrice, Till Osiris justified In the supreme sacrifice Take his kingdom. Hear the cry That the wailing vultures make, Circling in the blackening sky Over the abysmal lake. Spirit, for our spirit’s …
1902 · PDF PAGE 76
…nded soul Centred to do thee worship. Hither, hither! TannhAuser. This shakes my spirit as a winnower Whose fan is the eternal breath of God ; Yet on my forehead I perceive a star That shames thy beauties and thy manifold Mind with its tiny triple flame. I go! Venus. Try not the impossible. Thou knowest my power. I shall renew the charm. TannhAuser. I see a Power Above thy mockery of witchcraft. Work 74
1910 · PDF PAGE 55
The Pleasure God hath in Man. 47 IV AFLUTIN1 Habib I sing, whose heart-enslaving kun2 Is like a rose on Ruknabad3 in June. Like to the soft throat of a nightingale It throbs and glows—O life-dissolving swoon ! But once my spear hath threaded the djirid,4 It clutches as the dragon grips the moon. Till all is dark but the Unlighted Light,5 And all is still but the Unexampled Tune.5 So, when thou smilest on him, dearest lad, Is El Qahar wiser than Aflatun. 1. Aflatun — Plato. 2. Kun [Persian text] anus. 3. Ruknabad — a streamlet of Persia, near Sh…
1911 · PDF PAGE 56
…the secret of the pure keen pleasure Whose fountain springs from the abyss of pain. Thee do we praise in many a merry measure Who art of GOD most high the single treasure. He hath ten jewels in His holy House ; All these be mystic, clear and luminous ; But only Thou art worthy of the throne, O Mother and O daughter and O spouse Of Him that reigns above, triune, alone, And joins Thine equal splendour with His own ! Amen. T 49
1913 · PDF PAGE 184
… the veil that is torn, By the strength that is spent, By the babe that is born, By the river of starlight that ceaselessly flows By the god’s starlit tent, Oh, I hail thee, my Rose. So day and her lover, And night and her dream, Have passed thee, Rose, over; And over the stream Thou shalt pass, and thy vigil not seek to impose, Nor thy secret discover, O thou, the world’s Rose. 146
1913 · PDF PAGE 184
… the veil that is torn, By the strength that is spent, By the babe that is born, By the river of starlight that ceaselessly flows By the god’s starlit tent, Oh, I hail thee, my Rose. So day and her lover, And night and her dream, Have passed thee, Rose, over; And over the stream Thou shalt pass, and thy vigil not seek to impose, Nor thy secret discover, O thou, the world’s Rose. 146
1909 · PDF PAGE 13
… modern alphabets with primeval examples, breaks up and is indecipherable. The same difficulty in another form permeates the question of gods. Priests, to propitiate their local fetish, would flatter him with the title of creator ; philosophers, with a wider outlook, would draw identities between many gods in order to obtain a unity. Time and the gregarious nature of man have raised gods as ideas grew more universal; sectarianism has drawn false distinctions between identical gods for polemical purposes. Thus, where shall we put Isis, favouring…
1929 · PDF PAGE 144
… of Nature. What is the theory implied in such rituals as those of the Goetia? What does the Magician do? He applies himself to invoke a God, and this God compels the appearance of a spirit whose function is to perform the Will of the Magician at the moment. There is no trace of what may be called machinery in the method. The exorcist hardly takes the pains of preparing a material basis for the spirit to incarnate except the bare connection -— 108
1898 · PDF PAGE 54
50. JEPHTHAH. CHORUS. Not now may the hour of gladness fade, The wheel of our fate spins bright and beaming ; God has fashioned a sun from shade, Mercy and joy in one tide are streaming, Fortune is powerless, to all good seeming; Fate is stricken, and flees afraid. JARED. Bring me the sackcloth and the ashes now. ELEAZAR. Behold! the crown of all our maiden wreath, Adulah, white and lissome, with the flames Of dawn forth blushing through her flower-crowned hair. . CHORUS. Behold a virgin to the Lord! Behold a maiden pale as death, Whose glance …
1901 · PDF PAGE 38
… would you lead me? I am blind with tears. ULRIC. I have no tears. Mine eyes are hard and cold As my intention. Help me, Madeline. CORA. God will avenge me bitterly on you If you stretch hand to aid this infamy. ULRIC. You shall not wreck her life. Be silent now! Believe me, it 1s nothing, Madeline! She often falls into a fit like this. Excess is danger, equally in prayer (Her vice is prayer) as in debauchery. [He ts again going mad. fe drags CORA from the room. MADELINE. It is not illness that hath made them mad. I cannot guess what storm has …
1903 · PDF PAGE 112
…ear ! ” in cruel distress We sobbed, and stretched our arms out, and despaired, And—parted. Out the brute-side of truth flared ; “ Thank God I’ve finished with that foolishness ! ” 92
1908 · PDF PAGE 58
…ngs ! O shield me in your span, ye everlasting wings ! I kneel at Mary’s shrine ; the incense fumes ascend To bring my spirit through to GOD’S appointed end. Though in the valley of the shade of death I be, I fear not ; for Thy rod and staff they comfort me. I imprecate the aid of Mary, Mother mild ! The asp and dragon bow before Her Holy Child. The heathen did uprise ; the folk of fear and doubt. Great bulls of Bashan did encompass me about. The lions roared for prey ; the eagles screamed for food : All these were stilled before thy crownèd Mo…
1913 · PDF PAGE 34
…at centuries could not decay. Night-long I toiled , but when the East grew fawn I ceased , and there amid the waste at dawn Rested, like God upon the seventh day . Then , shouldering the shining axe , I strode Across the sunrise ; and the life-long hate Flowered into joy . Scarce heard , his iron gate Clanged - to behind me as I took the road . * FLAME . O NLY the fire of love can fuse and burn This solid world to spirit . But we two Have caught love back by the escaping wing , Therefore shall life be perfect, for our eyes Are opened and our st…
1913 · PDF PAGE 168
…gh bog and dripping heather ; I flash before the silver rays The moon holds tight together . I sing beneath the waning moon ; An ancient god -forgotten rune Springs to my lips to taste , and soon The way behind with light is strewn. O silent city silver - lit, O rainy roads reflecting Tall houses where the old ghosts fit , Their shadows thin projecting Across my path — the street lamps glare Before my soft eyes everywhere . Ah ! men forget my face is fair , The tangled glory of my hair . O sobbing wind ! O hedges dark ! 0 hills bereft and lonel…
1905 · PDF PAGE 255
248 TANNHAUSER The living purpose and the mystic life Of lonely seeking for the Grail of God ! I—call you husband? When I said your name, It was to set the task impossible, Ifad they but known it—just as one should say : ‘* Bring down St. Michael: let me marry him !” They knew the angels were too pure; but you, They guessed not how exalted were your hopes; How utterly unselfish, pure, and true, Your great heart beat ! TANNHAUSER (w¢7th bitterness). I hardly knew, myself! (Aszde.) Here is the virgin insight of the truth | Or—cannot purity be bro…
1898 · PDF PAGE 65
…s unprepared, We, who else had dared Every mountain cold and keen, Cleft and stricken in between By the joy our bosoms shared ; Would to God we had not been, We, who see our maiden queen, Love has slain whom hate had spared. Sorrow for our sister sways All our maiden bosoms, bared To the dying vesper rays, Where the sun below the bays Of the West is stooping ; All our hearts together drooping,