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Page 10 of 791954 · PDF PAGE 534
…periment as we know them, are altogether in their way dependent on the existence of our own peculiar natures. If, for example, we had no sense to use in our exploration but that of hearing, we should have worked out a classification of trees entirely different from that which we now possess. We should have taught our students how to distinguish the sounds made by an oak and an elm respectively in a storm; the differences in the rustling of various kinds of grass, and so on. Similarly the results of our magical experiments are naturally and nece…
1910 · PDF PAGE 289
…inner types every possible sensation, our words making a visible emblematic procession before his eyes, and every perception of whatever sense becoming tangible to him as form and audible as music. 271
1910 · PDF PAGE 289
…inner types every possible sensation, our words making a visible emblematic procession before his eyes, and every perception of whatever sense becoming tangible to him as form and audible as music. 271
1910 · PDF PAGE 173
…an : Fill me the cup of the poppy Circean ! II Hardly a glimmer to chasten the gloom ; Hardly a murmur of Time at his loom ; Nothing of sense but the poppy-perfume.
1898 · PDF PAGE 68
…ed upon the wheel Of this vast scheme of stars, and made Him mirth In the poor dreams of us Who strive mysterious To pierce the bands of sense, and break the girth Of our own minds’ desire, Till He relume the fire Lost at our fall, not kindled fresh till that diviner birth. 58
1899 · PDF PAGE 179
LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 157 TWO SONNETS ON HEARING THE MUSIC OF BRAHMS AND TSCHAIKOWSKY. To C. G. LAMB. Y soul is aching with the sense of sound Whose angels trumpet in the angry air; Wild mznads with their fiery snakes enwound In the black waves of my abundant hair. Now hath my life a little respite found In the brief pauses exquisite and rare; In the strong chain of music I am bound And all myself before myself lies bare. Drown me, oh, drown me in your fiery stream! Wing me new visions, fierce enchanting birds ! Peace is less dear than this del…
1910 · PDF PAGE 457
…l Vain things all night that they disown Ere day. They call and bawl and squall Hoarse cries; they moan, they groan. A stone Hath better sense! And these among A cabbage-headed god they own, With wandering eye and jabbering tongue. He, rotting in that grimy sewer And charnel-house of death and dung, Shrieks : “ How the air is sweet and pure! Give me the entrails of a frog And I will teach thee! Lo! the lure F 81
1910 · PDF PAGE 457
…l Vain things all night that they disown Ere day. They call and bawl and squall Hoarse cries; they moan, they groan. A stone Hath better sense! And these among A cabbage-headed god they own, With wandering eye and jabbering tongue. He, rotting in that grimy sewer And charnel-house of death and dung, Shrieks : “ How the air is sweet and pure! Give me the entrails of a frog And I will teach thee! Lo! the lure F 81
1954 · PDF PAGE 98
…e always been, at least in nucleus, three main Schools of Philosophical practice. (We use the word 'philosophical' in the old good broad sense, as in the phrase "Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society for the Advancement of Knowledge.") It is customary to describe these three Schools as Yellow, Black and White. The first thing necessary is to warn the reader that they must by no means be confounded with racial distinctions of colour; and they correspond still less with conventional symbols such as yellow caps, yellow robes, black magic…
1907 · PDF PAGE 165
…en of the utter night? Cannot my life be molten into thee, Or thy death fall with rosier arms on me, Or soul with soul commingle without sense, As the sun’s rays strike deep into the sea? O beauty of all teauty—central flower Of all the blossoms in the summer’s bower ! Fades not all Nature in thy fall? the sun Not darken in the miserable hour? I hate all Nature’s mockery of life. The laugh is grown a grin; the gentle strife Of birds and waves and winds at play is grown A curse, acruelty. My wife! my wife! I am broken, I cannot sleep, I cannot d…
1930 · PDF PAGE 45
…rogress of mathematical advance toward Truth 5 it is no odds whether a Fourth Dimension “exists”, or whether \/— 1 ha s “meaning” in the sense that \L\ has, the number of umts in the side of a square of 4 units. The Astral Plane — real or imaginary — is a danger to any- body who takes it without the grain of sait contained in the Wisdom of the above point of view; who violâtes its laws, either wilfully, carelessly, ignorantly, or by presuming that their psycho- logical character differentiates them from physical laws in the narrower sense; or w…
1954 · PDF PAGE 208
…arnessing the winged horses of the Sun to the ploughshare of Reason, in showing the validity of this doctrine in detail. It satisfies my sense of rhythm and of symmetry to explain that every experience, no matter what, must of necessity be a gain of grandeur, of grip, of comprehension and enjoyment ever growing as complexity and simplicity succeed each other in sublime systole and diastole, in strophe and antistrophe chanting against each other to the stars of the Night and of the Morning! Of course it is easy as pie to knock all this to pieces…
1910 · PDF PAGE 110
…rembling captive-woman Waits his pleasure-hour inhuman ! All the roots of love and power Flushed at last into a flower. All the films of sense dissolved ; All the spirit sight evolved, So that after myriad aeons Filled with trumpet-pealing paeans, With the nuptial bliss of man Prostituted unto Pan, Rises on the vast inane Your dread red star again ! O star, thy secret I possess : I, watcher for man’s happiness. I go to ward thy craven curse From the maiden Universe.
1902 · PDF PAGE 92
…ti Tannhauser. Am I still dreaming ? It was surely he But such an one, compact of suffering, Of joy, of love, of pity, of despair ; Half senseless, half too subtle for my sense. Wolfram. He has passed through some unimagined test, Or undergone some sorrow. Leave it so ! I saw high grief upon him, and new love ! 90
1906 · PDF PAGE 17
… to slay the Sphinx. x. Things as they are—of these take hold, Their heart of wonder throb to thine! All things are matter and force and sense, No two alone. All’s one: the gold Of truth is no reward divine Of faith, but wage of evidence. The clod, the God, the spar, the star Mete in thy measure, as they are xi. So lifts the agony of the world From this mine head, that bowed awhile Before the terror suddenly shown. 9
1906 · PDF PAGE 114
…ky young fellow! Brave and clever! This sort of thing goes on for ever,” IX, On earth I dreaded impotence, Age, death. You see, I had no sense. Best be an old man ere you die; They wish insensibility, So are their pains the duller. Hell Is managed infinitely well 106
1909 · PDF PAGE 201
…ilean :— Fill me the Cup of the poppy Circean| Il Hardly a glimmer to chasten the gloom. Hardly a murmur of Time at his loom. Nothing of sense but the poppy-perfume. 191
1909 · PDF PAGE 201
…ilean :— Fill me the Cup of the poppy Circean| Il Hardly a glimmer to chasten the gloom. Hardly a murmur of Time at his loom. Nothing of sense but the poppy-perfume. 191
1922 · PDF PAGE 215
… called the romance of his life. The first time he saw me he had fallen passionately in love with me ; but he was a married man, and his sense of honour prevented his yielding to his passion. He had, of course, no love for his wife, who didn’t understand him at all. He had married her out of pity; but for all that he was bound by his sense of right feeling, and above all by realising that to give rein to his passion, God-given though it was, would mean social ruin for me, for the woman he loved. He went on to talk about affinities and soul-mate…
1939 · PDF PAGE 25
…d the transcendental assumption of all particular experience into the one experience. Oh yes, by the way, don't forget this. In a lesser sense Venus represents tact. Many of the problems that confront the Yogi are impracticable to intellectual manipulation. They yield to graciousness. 13. Our next planet is Mercury, and the Niyama which correspond to him are as innumerable and various as his own qualities. Mercury is the Word, the Logos in the highest; he is the direct medium of connection between opposites; he is electricity, the very link of …