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…te the glamoured knight? Yea! the song takes a sea-wild swell ; The dance moves in a mystic web; Strange lights abound and terrible; The life that flowed is out at ebb. The lights are gone; the night is come; The lads and lasses sink, awaiting Some climax—oh, how tense and dumb The expectant hush intoxicating! Hush! the heart’s beat! Across the moor Some dreadful god rides fast, be sure ! The listening Palamede bites through His thin white lips—what hoofs are those? Are they the Quest? How still and blue The sky is! Hush—God knows—God knows ! T…
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…plains—how feebly now! His eyes are blank ; he looks at her; The cold sweat gathers on his brow. To save the world—three days away|! His life in knighthood’s life is furled, And knighthood’s life in his—to-day |— His darling staked against the world | Will he die there, his task undone? Or dare he live, at such a cost? He cries against the impassive sun : The world is dim, is all but lost. Then, with the bitterness of death Cutting his soul, his fingers clench The piteous passage of her breath. The dews of horror rise and drench Sir Palamede th…
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…ly naiads in the waters of the sky. I knew wild flowers so beautiful, that one dared not touch them lest their beauty start to mere ugly life. “T am that quiver of fragile and delicious expectation that shone in the virgin eyes of her when .. . O happy hour! “Tam that greediness, that terrible woman’s greediness, fierce as drought, relentless as Death, which devours its own portion in the feast of life. “ And I too, like her mouth, witness to it that she was evil. The senses are the person in so much as they are the sweet janitors to all that c…
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…ELA Through maze on maze of silent waterways, Guarded by lightless sentinel palaces, We glide; the soft plash of the oar, that sways Our life, like love does, laps—no softer seas Swoon in the bosom of Pacific bays! We are in tune with the infinite ecstasies, Adela! Sway with me, sway with me in the gondola! They hold us in, these tangled sepulchres That guard such ghostly life. They tower above Our passage like the cliffs of death. There stirs No angel from the pinnacles thereof. All broods, all breeds. But immanent as Hers That reigns is this …
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…Para-Brahman{ BHAKTA YOGA. Union by love. In Bhakta Yoga the aspirant usually devotes himself to some special deity, every action of his life being done in honour and glory of this deity, and, as Vivekananda tells us, “he has not to suppress any single one of his emotions, he only strives to intensify them and direct them to God.” Thus, if he devoted himself to Shiva, he must reflect in his life to his utmost the life of Shiva; if to Shakti the life of Shakti, until the seer and the seen become one in the mystic union of attainment. * Deussen. …
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… it falls. Triumph! Gape wide, ye golden walls! Lift up your everlasting doors, O gates of Camelot! See, he swoops Down on the prey! The life-blood pours: The poison works : the breath implores Its livelong debt from heart and brain. Alas! poor stag, thy day is done! The gallant lungs gasp loud in vain: Thy life is spilt upon the plain. Sir Palamede is stricken numb As one who, gazing on the sun, Sees blackness gather. Blank and dumb, The good knight sees a thin breath come Out of his proper mouth, and dart Over the plain : he seeth it Sure by …
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…t to me it appears as if sufficient time has elapsed since then for all the Pyramids to have crumbled back to dust.” And now, in another life, I remembered that far back in the cycles I had looked at my watch to measure the time through which I passed. The impulse seized me to look again. The minute-hand stood half-way between fifteen and sixteen minutes past eleven. The watch must have stopped ; T held it to my ear: no, it was still going. I had travelled through all that immeasurable chain of dreams in thirty seconds. “My God!” Icried, “I am …
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…. ossory [veturning, throws himself into a chair near the door). Dear me! dear me! Poor, poor Henry! DELHOMME. In the very flower of his life. . . . CARR [solemnly]. Truly, my dear sir, in the midst of life we are in death. : 213
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24 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT His nails, and made his penance end, Clothing himself in steel and gold, Arming himself, his life to spend In vigil cold and wandering bold, Disdaining song and dalliance soft, Seeking one purpose to behold, And holding ever that aloft, Nor fearing God, nor heeding men. So thus his hermit habit doffed Sir Palamede the Saracen.
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…ARR sighs heavily, and sits down thoughtfully. Todd’s been too frequently to this house. Well, Charley and I must get on as best we can. Life is a hard thing, my God! “ Meantime there is our life here. Well?” It seems sometimes to me as if all the world’s wisdom were summed up in that one Epicurus phrase. For if Todd has solved all their problems with a word, at least he supplies no hint of the answer to mine. For I—it seems I hardly know what question to ask ! Oh, Charley boy, the future is with you, and with your children—or, can humanity eve…
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…of his knightly oath, And careless of his kingly name. Befooled and cuckolded, the king Is yet the king, the king most high ; And on his life the hinges swing That close the door of chivalry. *Sblood! shall it sink, and rise no more, That blaze of Time, when men were men? That is thy question, warrior Sir Palamede the Saracen ! II
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EHE! TuHE Mos. Down with the foreign bands! Smvpcex. [Pale, but firm.] A rotten corpse, Coming to life again (for it cried)— A deep, deep hole—a beardy man—and Linking, Srvpticior. [Radiant.] Clearly linking, SIMPLEX. the 6 (or 7— The Spider counting as the skull’s paying guest) The Stream from Heaven unto Us poured— THE Mos. Down with ’em! Smpcex. [Smling.] Proving our love's old age in a youth renewed! Siwpticissimus. [Exultant.] The Spirit of Persistency growing! THE Mos. Hooray! GEORGE RAFFALOVICH. 283
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… before his feet... Tabard was sitting in the verandah. The men had gone to bed, the women also. He lighted his pipe, the use of which a life in the open air had permitted his lungs to tolerate. He was thinking, pondering, meditating upon the most important matter in life, the personal one. He looked at his hands, white, well shaped, well kept, but the left retaining a stiffer and curved appearance. Lionel felt ashamed of himself. He took his watch in his hand and looked at the time of night. * For reasons which are obvious to anyone who has mi…
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…rt Thou? THOMAS [opening the door). Mr. Todd. [Enter tovp. caRR [rising]. How are you? I’m afraid you find me distracted! Listen: all my life I have sought—nor counted the cost—for the secret of things. Science is baffled, for Knowledge hath no wings! Religion is baffled, for Faith hath no feet! Life itself—of what value is all this coil and tumult? Who shall give me the secret? What is the secret ? [ropp whispers in his ear. Why, thanks, thanks! What a fool I have been! I have always known who you were, of course, but how could I guess you had…
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THE EQUINOX drinking it he will fill his whole body with life, and “even though he is bitten by the serpent Takshaka, the poison does not spread throughout his body.”* Further the “Hatha Yoga Pradipika” informs us that: “When one has closed the hole at the root of the palate... his seminal fluid is not emitted even though he is embraced by a young and passionate woman.” Now this gives us the Key to the whole of this lunar symbolism, and we find that the Soma-juice of the Moon, dew, nectar, semen and vital force are but various names for one and…
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THE HASHEESH EATER unloosed, I might run for my life, and hope to distance him in my own recovered territory. This end I sought to accomplish by diminishing the doses of the drug. The highest I had ever reached was a drachm, and this was seldom necessary except in the most unimpres- sible states of the brain, since, according to the law of the hasheesh operation which I have stated to hold good in my experience, a much less bolus was ordinarily sufficient to pro- duce full effect at this time than when I commenced the indulgence. I now reduced …
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…wn of Elohim Gibor was Space itself; the two halves of his brain were the Yea and Nay of the Universe; his breath was the breath of very Life; his being was the Mahalingam of the First, beyond Life and Death the generator from Nothingness. His armour was the Primal Water of Chaos. The infinite moon-like curve of his body; the flashing swiftness of his Word, that was the Word that formulated that which was beyond Chaos and Cosmos; the might of him, greater than that of the Elephant and of the Lion and of the Tortoise and of the Bull fabled in In…
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…s hermitage may hold. At last he cometh to a den Perched high upon the savage scaur, Remote from every haunt of men, From every haunt of life afar. There doth he find Sir Palamede Sitting as steadfast as a star. Scarcely he knew the knight indeed, For he was compassed in a beard White as the streams of snow that feed The lake of Gods and men revered That sitteth upon Caucasus. So muttered he a darkling weird,
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… police regulation, and for underpaid curates to chatter about, and matters that have nothing to do with true progress.” He then divided life into two compart- ments; into the first he threw science, learning, philosophy and all things built.of words—the toys of life; and into 139
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THE EQUINOX the sweet process of life is at work in every cell and particle of the dead. Truly, there is no such thing as death. Lips grown tired of speech, and outhonied of the honey of all kisses fade and whisper away into something else. The crude utterances of human language fail them, and they win instead the subtle perfumed conversation of flowers and vegetation. Thus their dust comes to lie about a rose-root, and with the lovely chemistry of earth they tremble back to the surface once more as crinkled and crimson perfume, or a frail flut…