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…now, he gathers to himself vain men, Violent folk, and breakers of the law, And holds aloof in rocky deserts, where The land, accurst of God, is barren still Of any herb, or flower, or any tree, And has no shelter, nor sweet watersprings, Save where a lonely cave is hollow, and where A meagre fountain sucks the sand. Our folk Are naked of his counsel and defence Against the tribe of Ammon, and stand aghast; Our feeble arms sway doubtfully long swords, And spears are flung half-heartedly ; and he With warlike garrison and stronger arms _ Who mig…
1899 · PDF PAGE 83
…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,
1905 · PDF PAGE 90
…indness is mine ; my spirit understands, Weighs out the offering, accepts the pain, Hearing the pæan of the unprofane ! Lycian, listen ! God of the fiery face, the eyes inviolate ! Lord of soundless thunders, lightnings lightless ! Hear me now, for joy that I see thee sightless, Fervent to follow. Grant one boon ; destroy me, let me die elate, Blasted with light intolerant of a mortal, That the undying in me pass thy portal ! Hear me, Apollo. Hear me, or if about thy courts be girded Paler some purple softening the sunlight Merciful, mighty, O …
1910 · PDF PAGE 48
PROEM. XLIII A pox on all these yammering Yahoos ! My healthy sperm begets the Son of God Winged with the dawn and with the star-stream shod ! Not on your purulence and ichorous itch, O English girl, half baby and half bitch, But on the glorious body and soul of her Of whom I am the Lord and worshipper, The brave gay cleanly maiden whose embrace Flushes with shameless fervour the fair face, Fills the whole leaping heaven with the light Till all the world is drunken with delight. You with your own authentic filth defiled Robbed Keats of life, an…
1912 · PDF PAGE 112
106 That crouch like jackals. Stress and shock Move Palamede no more. Like Fate He moves with silent speed. They flock, The Gods, to watch him. Now abate His pulses ; he threads through the vale, And turns him to the mighty gate, The glacier. Oh, the flowers that scale Those sun-kissed heights! The snows that crown The quartz ravines! The clouds that veil The awful slopes! Dear God! look down And see this petty man move on, Relentless as Thine own renown, Careless of praise or orison, Simply determined. Wilt Thou launch (This knight's presumptu…
1954 · PDF PAGE 421
… out its ugly mug again: "Thou hast become the Way." This is why the Ankh or "Key of Life" is a sandal-strap, borne in the hand of every God as a mark of his Godhead: a God is one who goes. (If I remember rightly, Plato derives Theos from a verb meaning 'to run' , and is heartily abused by scholars for so doing. But perhaps the dreary old sophist was not far wrong, for once.) What you need to do, then, is to knot all these ideas into a very close pattern; to make of them a consecrated Talisman. Then, when rage takes you, it can be thrown upon t…
1899 · PDF PAGE 7
…s blessing flung the dust upon her : The horses of Destruction dragged the hearse Over besmirchéd roads of Truth and Honour: The obscene God spat on the universe: The sods of Destiny were spattered on her :— Then rose thy spirit through the shaken skies : “Child of the Dawn, I say to thee, arise!” Through the ancestral shame and feudal gloom, Through medizval blackness rung thy pzean : Let there be light !—the desecrated tomb Gaped as thy fury smote the Galilean.
1902 · PDF PAGE 131
Tannhauser. Define, give utterance to this " Good." You see God slips you, He the Undefinable ! Not good ! Not wise! Not anything at all That heart can grasp, or reason frame, or soul Shadow the sense of ! Elizabeth. He is far too great ! I see ! Tannhauser. Not great ! The consciousness of man Their many generations moulded so To fix in definite ideas, and clothe Their Maker in the rags. If skies are vast, So gems are tiny : who shall choose between ? Who reads the riddle of the Universe ? All words ! Thus, from his rock-wrought peeking-poiiit…
1905 · PDF PAGE 9
4 That would in words flash forth the holiest heaven That to the immortal God of Gods is given, And, tongue-tied, stammers forth my wife ! I am dumb with rapture of thy loveliness. All metres match and mingle ; all words tire ; All lights, all sounds, all perfumes, all gold stress Of the honey-palate, all soft strokes expire In abject agony of broken sense To hymn the emotion tense Of somewhat higher O ! how highest ! than all Their mystery : fall, O fall, Ye unavailing eagle-flights of song ! O wife ! these do thee wrong. Thou knowes…
1909 · PDF PAGE 212
…nes. Was he not holy? Milk of moons Were not so pallid as his cheek, And roses of a million Junes His mouth left livid. So I seek In all God’s seas a tiny creek Wherein to moor my shallop. Nay! He is a mountain, chill with bleak Stark winds of innocence astray! The fearful passion sweeps me away. So with a passionate thrill of fear I creep—like shadows across Day! Like Winter on the expended year !— From those cold feet, a frozen meer, To those cold knees, a lost lagoon, To that wild woodland, strangely near To the lone tower that tops the moon…
1909 · PDF PAGE 212
…nes. Was he not holy? Milk of moons Were not so pallid as his cheek, And roses of a million Junes His mouth left livid. So I seek In all God’s seas a tiny creek Wherein to moor my shallop. Nay! He is a mountain, chill with bleak Stark winds of innocence astray! The fearful passion sweeps me away. So with a passionate thrill of fear I creep—like shadows across Day! Like Winter on the expended year !— From those cold feet, a frozen meer, To those cold knees, a lost lagoon, To that wild woodland, strangely near To the lone tower that tops the moon…
1910 · PDF PAGE 467
…tabrig’s miasmal fen Lecture to many learned men. So clamorous was their applause— “His mind” (said they) “is free of flaws: The Veil of God is thin as gauze! ”— That almost they had dulled or drowned The laughter (in its belly bound) Of that dread Beast he had not found. Nathless—although he would away— They forced the lack-luck knight to stay And lecture many a weary day. Verily, almost he had caught The infection of their costive thought, And brought his loyal quest to naught. It was by night that Palamede Ran from that mildewed, mouldy bree…
1910 · PDF PAGE 487
… Sir Palamede the Saracen, As knowing nothing might bestead, When lo! there rose a monster moan, A hugeous cry, a questing dread, As if (God’s death ! ) there coursed alone The Beast, within whose belly sounds That marvellous music monotone As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now, by Christ And by His pitiful five wounds |— Even as a lover to his tryst, That Beast came questing in the hall, One flame of gold and amethyst, Bodily seen then of them all. Then came he to Sir Palamede, Nestling to him, as sweet and small As a young babe…
1910 · PDF PAGE 467
…tabrig’s miasmal fen Lecture to many learned men. So clamorous was their applause— “His mind” (said they) “is free of flaws: The Veil of God is thin as gauze! ”— That almost they had dulled or drowned The laughter (in its belly bound) Of that dread Beast he had not found. Nathless—although he would away— They forced the lack-luck knight to stay And lecture many a weary day. Verily, almost he had caught The infection of their costive thought, And brought his loyal quest to naught. It was by night that Palamede Ran from that mildewed, mouldy bree…
1910 · PDF PAGE 487
… Sir Palamede the Saracen, As knowing nothing might bestead, When lo! there rose a monster moan, A hugeous cry, a questing dread, As if (God’s death ! ) there coursed alone The Beast, within whose belly sounds That marvellous music monotone As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now, by Christ And by His pitiful five wounds |— Even as a lover to his tryst, That Beast came questing in the hall, One flame of gold and amethyst, Bodily seen then of them all. Then came he to Sir Palamede, Nestling to him, as sweet and small As a young babe…
1910 · PDF PAGE 100
…s. “ Theurgists fall not so as to be ranked among the herd that are in subjection to Fate.” Lyd. De men- sis. Taylor. 3. Once union with God is attained, the whole of life (or perhaps religion) becomes pleasant. 4. May perhaps refer to the “ horror of great darkness ” which comes, say the Mystics, to an As- pirant on the Threshold of Illumination. (We must beg students to observe that Major Lutiy seems to have written these notes in two moods, one in which he admits his own personal knowledge of, and identification with, mysticism ; the other i…
1929 · PDF PAGE 319
…ancholy host of bones; Fate's principalities and Death's dominions ....Echo the drear discord, the tuneless tones. ........Keep us, dear God, from ill, ........What time the Hell-Wind whistles shrill. The King-Ghost hath no music but their rattling; ....No scent but death's grown faint and fugitive; No fight but this their leprous pallor battling ....Weakly with night. Lord, shall these dry bones live? ........O keep us in the hour ........Wherein the King-Ghost hath his power! The King-Ghost girds me with his gibbering creatures, ....My dreams…
1905 · PDF PAGE 221
…y, this danker mere, (hat laps all lands is broken, lashed in fiery Me, in mine exile, who am driven from foam, yonder mountains And all God’s thunderbolts are crashel— Blue-gray, and highland airs of heaven, and against my home. moving fountains? Written in heaven, written on earth, written Me, who shall hear me? Am I lost, a in the deep, broken vessel, Written by God’s own finger-birth ; the stars Caught in the storm of lies and tossed,| _ may weep, forbid to wrestle? The sun rejoice, thit see at last His ven- Shall not the sun rise lively ye…
1930 · PDF PAGE 38
…wins of Set-Isis, harlot and beast, are busy with that sodomitic and incestuous lust which is the traditional formula for producing demi-gods, as m the cases of Mary and the Dove; Leda and the Swan, etc. The card is XI, the number of Magick AVD : Aleph the Fool impregnating the woman according to the Word of Yod, the Angel of the Lord ! His sister has seduced her brother Beast, shaming the Sun with her sin; she has mastered the Lion and enchanted the Serpent. Nature is outraged by Magick ; man is bestialized and woman defiled. The conj miction …
1898 · PDF PAGE 85
…gour of my kiss ; To suck the hot blood from my gland Mingled with fierce spunk that doth hiss, And boils in sudden spurted bliss ; Ah ! God ! the long-drawn lusty fight ! Grant me eternity of this ! A strong man’s love is my delight !