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Page 90 of 1961910 · PDF PAGE 213
… the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! By the force of the fashion Of love, when I broke Through the shroud, through the cloud, Through the storm, through the smoke, To the mountain of passion Volcanic that woke— By the rage of the mage I invoke, I invoke! By the midnight of madness :— The lone-lying sea, The swoon of the moon, Your swoon into me, The sentinel sadness Of cliff-clinging pine, That night of delight You were mine, you were mine! 197
1910 · PDF PAGE 213
… the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! By the force of the fashion Of love, when I broke Through the shroud, through the cloud, Through the storm, through the smoke, To the mountain of passion Volcanic that woke— By the rage of the mage I invoke, I invoke! By the midnight of madness :— The lone-lying sea, The swoon of the moon, Your swoon into me, The sentinel sadness Of cliff-clinging pine, That night of delight You were mine, you were mine! 197
1939 · PDF PAGE 5
…us bathe and crown our hair And drink untempered wine! Let ever greater cups ensnare Our souls in traps divine. Soon calms the season of loves rage, And joy grows short of breath; Birth shoots a shaft, weighed down by age, That strikes the target, death. Then come, thou golden goblet brimmed With lust! Though all be vain, Theres hope for us, the lion-limbed, In hashish and cocaine. Though death should hale us by the scruff Of neck tos mouldy portal, To-night let us get drunk enough To know we are immortal!
1929 · PDF PAGE 221
221 The scent of all thy beauty burns upon the ....wind. The deep perfume Of our own love is hidden in our hearts, ....the invulnerable ring. No man shall know. I bear thee down unto ....the tomb, beyond the tomb, Rose on the breast of the world of spring! I went upstairs. I began to suspect the truth, that my absolute indifference to rose, combined with my perfectly casual willingness to marry her in order to do her a service, as one might offer a stranger one's place in an omnibus, had purged her heart of its passion for the fat sensuality of…
1954 · PDF PAGE 58
…my work cross-examined as I went on by minds of very inferior education or capacity. In fact, Parts I and II of Book 4 were thus tested. Love is the law. love under will. Fraternally, 666
1898 · PDF PAGE 18
… stricken by the fang Of the black adder whose squat head springs up, A flash of death, beneath a cactus cup. Ah turn ! my bosom for thy love is cold ; My arms are empty, and my lips can hold No converse with thee far away like this. O for that communing pregnant with a kiss That is reborn when lips are set together To link our souls in one desirous tether, And wield our very bodies into one. Ah fiend Jehovah, what then have we done To earn thy curseis love like ours too strong To dwell before thee, and do thy throne no wrong ? Art thou grown …
1954 · PDF PAGE 469
…ching soever is rank poison. The final wisdom on this subject is perhaps the old "Something of everything, and everything of something." Love is the law, love under will. Yours ever, 666 P.S. Better mention, perhaps, that literacy is no test of education. For ignorance of life, the don class leaves all others at the post; and it is these monkish and monkeyish recluses, with their hideous clatter and cackle, "The tittering, thin-bearded, epicene," "Dwarf, fringed with fear," the obscene vole, dweller by and in backwaters that has foisted upon us…
1898 · PDF PAGE 72
… with one slight maid Visioned and unsubsisting save in foreign thought, To its own strength a slave by witchcraft brought ! This is not Love but Lust, not Life but Death is found, All the halls of sense with strife cry and resound. The Brain awakes in wrath ; behold ! the foemen flee, All the earth is clad with gold and all the sea ; Driven back the demons yield, falter and cease ; For a little while the shield of sleep is peace. Clear and bright the lamp burns ; clean and sharp the sword, While I watch their paths between before the Lord. 62
1898 · PDF PAGE 104
…e steady mystic glow Of that lamp’s flame unearthly bright That watches Earth below. Long avenues of sleepy trees And bowers arched with love, And kisses woven for a breeze, And lips that scarcely move, Save as long ripples on the seas, That murmur like a dove. I saw the burning lips of God Set fast on Mary’s face, 94
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
… not long to live, and I must write, write always. FRIEND [aside to Vaughan). Ii me semble qu’il a faim. PERCY. I am hungry for a little love, a little pity. To-night you have shown me your soul, and I am not hungry any more. VAUGHAN. | But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter will be there. PERCY, You are very kind. Thank you. FRIEND [aside]. He is a gentleman. VAUGHAN. But what are you doing to be alone in London ?
1898 · PDF PAGE 9
… for myself. VAUGHAN, How? Have you then fallen? PERCY. Oh, yes, I have fallen. I am older every hour. [ have wasted time, I have wasted love. VAUGHAN. Perhaps it is not all waste after all. There is a use for everything, nothing is destroyed—believe so, anyhow! — FRIEND. What about this dinner of yours, Vaughan? Esmé will think us a long while gone. VAUGHAN. Hansom ! | : [Exeunt.
1899 · PDF PAGE 17
…ngs keep time : the summer haze Lies on the cornfields, the pale Corybant Dreams to the restless breeze that flings aslant Locks of vain love to strange and sunless rays That are the kiss of Bacchos wanton mouth. On such a lawn the tender Charicles Stretched limbs, that greet this morning of the May With sweet shy vigour, while from the south Toward his lips there came the shining breeze To taste life crystal-clear and die away.
1901 · PDF PAGE 110
96 THE REAPER How by the part man learns to love the whole, How each man’s mistress calls herself a wife. I tired not of the tigress limbs and lips— Only, my soul was weary of itself, Being so impotent, who only sips The dewdrops from the flower-cup of an elf, Not comprehending the mysterious sea Of black swift waters that can drink it up, Not trusting life to its own ecstasy, Not mixing poison with the loving-cup. I, maker of mad rhymes, the reaper she! We lingered but a day upon the lawn. O Thou, the other Reaper! come to me! Thy dark embrace…
1904 · PDF PAGE 10
…ersity Sappho in Chic-a-go A Rondel . . A Sonnet of Spring Fashions Mary Rogers. - Ode to Gerald Festus Kelly A Rondel . . The Chemist’s Love-Song Bal Masqué Lines in Spring . , Au Theatre du Grand Guignol . PAGE 47 49 59° 52 54 56 61 63 65 67 72 74 76 79 80 81 82 84 85 87 88 89
1904 · PDF PAGE 119
ACTUS QUINTUS And vengeance shall smite one, and one lay bare Her breasts in vain for love: until the house Perish in uttermost red ruin. CHORUS. Bah! Speared wild-cats bravely spit! JASON. To Creon, come! MADNESS. Black Ares hath chosen Me wisely, to send A doom deep-frozen From now to the end. Never the curse Shall pass from the house, But gather a worse Hate for a spouse. The lovers are better Escaped from my toils Than these in the fetter Of the golden spoils. Yet still lies a doom For the royal lovers. Time bears in her womb That darkness …
1907 · PDF PAGE 56
…decent-minded friends ! I know arc lights from candle-ends. Farewell! A.poet begs your alms, Will walk awhile among the palms, An honest love, a loyal kiss, Can show him better worlds than this ; Nor will he come again to yours While he knows champak-stars! from sewers. 1 The champak, one of the most beautiful of tropical flowers, has a star-shaped blossom.
1907 · PDF PAGE 75
…n the writhen brow, the bosom of distress ? Ay! for his anguish thou art gain enough— One thought, worth all Earth’s fame, and gold, and love! 47
1907 · PDF PAGE 102
…rce divine That fills thy face; magnificence! no less. Ay! thou shalt drink the hemlock; thou shalt suffer And die for self respect, for love of others! To-day are men indissolubly brothers? Is my life smoother than the Greek’s or rougher? The Greek at least shall stead me in my craft. Crucify Crowley! Nay, my friends! the draught. 66
1913 · PDF PAGE 189
…sleeps , nor fears that Time or Change Shall mar the music of her hill and lea ; Secure that nothing ever shall estrange Her children 's love , eternal as the sea That crowns her infinite serenity . 170
1913 · PDF PAGE 200
…n tunes, And mystic runes. O secret Rose! O secret Flame! The west wind blows The secret Name Into the ears Of the wandering lights That love their fears In the summer nights, And in autumn rejoice By the haunted meres, Hearing the voice Of the seven spheres, Who are merged in the sun, Whom the moonlight frees, And whose orison The soft night-breeze Blows over the leas.