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Page 10 of 1281907 · PDF PAGE 115
…lieve it. THE GILT MASK IN Florence in the days of old there dwelt a craftsman pale and grim. The Devil entered into him, and fanned his soul with plumes of gold. He offered all he chose to ask. “ O snatch this itching soul away, So that thou animate my clay and finish me this magic mask l ” The Devil brought him graving tools; the first a ravening disease, The cold corrupting masterpiece of Christ the god of weeping fools! The second, bright as burning coal, a white and wanton wolf of sin Who had an icy flame within the ulcer that she called her …
1907 · PDF PAGE 112
THE VIRGIN 105 A draught of ichor of the veins of Hell ! Curses leap leprous , epicene , unclean , The soul of the obscene Incarnate in the spirit : and above Hangs Sin , vast vampire , the corrupt , that swings Her unredeeming wings Over the world , and flaps , for lust of Death - and Love ! 1 " Kill me,” cries Tannhäuser . “ In the kiss , ” answers Venus : thus ends Act II . Act III opens a different scene . The outer materi ality of body is all but sated , the starved soul within cries for sustenance ; he murmurs “ Elizabeth ,” and then wake…
1907 · PDF PAGE 183
176 THE STAR IN THE WEST one of his most interesting and attractive , and this is how I interpret it . A soul standing in the lupanar of life , aspiring to grasp the mystic riddle from the chilly lips of the eternal sphinx, salutes us , as we open this frail little volume . Our bodies are not burst asunder as was that of Judas , but our souls are reft and rent , and in the end know not God from Satan , or which of these twain have won . “ All the dream is wrought a spider tapestry ” yet the soul stands on the blood - red field of Aceldama : II.…
1909 · PDF PAGE 205
…His plan. Maybe his work is the wealth of a man! VII Bring me the tablets, the stylus of jade. Lend me thy light, O compassionate maid ! Soul of the master, O come to mine aid! Make me the man of the marvellous mission! Sharpen the sword of veridical vision | Cut me the knot of the mighty magician! Here I devote me (record me the vow) Unto the terrible task of the Tao. Soul of the master, the writer be thou | Bring me the tablets and stylus! Have done! Guard me the doors ; they are open to none, Not to the Emperor! I have begun. 195
1909 · PDF PAGE 205
…His plan. Maybe his work is the wealth of a man! VII Bring me the tablets, the stylus of jade. Lend me thy light, O compassionate maid ! Soul of the master, O come to mine aid! Make me the man of the marvellous mission! Sharpen the sword of veridical vision | Cut me the knot of the mighty magician! Here I devote me (record me the vow) Unto the terrible task of the Tao. Soul of the master, the writer be thou | Bring me the tablets and stylus! Have done! Guard me the doors ; they are open to none, Not to the Emperor! I have begun. 195
1905 · PDF PAGE 206
…ove, Maiden; as light leaps the dawn-gardens in, So in the Love and Light, Life slain, yet infinite, The God-Man’s night, Leaps pure the Soul re-arisen from the embrace of Sin. Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, flesh, and fire, So to slip dow…
1928 · PDF PAGE 143
XLI THE HARBOUR A HARBOUR is a charming resting-place for a soul weary of the struggles of life. The ampli- tude of the sky, the mobile architecture of the clouds, the changing hues of the sea, the spar- kling of the lighthouses, are a prism, marvel- lously fitted to amuse the eyes without ever tiring them. The slender shapes of the ships with their complicated rigging on which the swell imprints its harmonious oscillations, serve to banquet the pleasure of rhythm and beauty in the soul. And above all, there is a sort of mysterious and aristocr…
1902 · PDF PAGE 22
… we are carefully to proceed in Magic, lest that Syrens and other monsters deceive us, which likewise do desire the society of the human soul." A rbatel of Magic. Aphorism 35.
1919 · PDF PAGE 367
THE TWO PATHS England. Soul-wisdom here means the Will. You should eliminate from your mind anything which does not subserve your real purpose. It was, however, said in verse 11 that the “mind needs breadth,” and this also is true, but if all the facts known to the Thinker are properly co-ordinated and connected causally, and by necessity, the ideal mind will be attained, for although complex it will be unified. And if the summit of its pyramid be the Soul, the injunction in this verse 12 to the Beginner will be properly observed. 13. Shun igno…
1898 · PDF PAGE 57
YET TIME TO TURN 51 YET TIME TO TURN Brighter than snow on glittering Alps, the soul Of my lost love was, bluer than the haze Of those same hills, more violent and deep Her eyes’ clear gaze, Dreaming of hidden wonders ; and the goal Of life grew luminous o’er Time’s empurpled steep. She loved me then ; she loves me now, afar. Ah, she knew not ! and I, so steeped and stained With fierce sins, knew myself unworthy of The heart I gained, And, a lost mariner whose polar star He is ashamed to look to, cast away her love. I would not have her love a …
1901 · PDF PAGE 74
…well upon the self-slain king! Consecrate him, consecrate him, consecrate, ye holy ones, The imperial 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 wa…
1902 · PDF PAGE 76
The subtle fervours, drunken heats and ways, And perfumes maddening from the soul of spring ! The little nipples, and the dangerous pit Set smiling in the alabaster ; thine, The glowing arms are thine, the desperate Fresh kisses, and the gold that lurks upon The sunny skin, the marble of these brows, The roses, and the poppies, and the scent Subtle and sinful — thine, all thine, are these, What with my heart that only beats for thee, The many-throned and many-minded soul Centred to do thee worship. Hither, hither! TannhAuser. This shakes my spi…
1919 · PDF PAGE 100
…ecstasy of the stars. They did laugh and rejoice exceed- ingly, being clad in purple robes and drunken with purple wine, and their whole soul was one purple flower-flame of holiness. 35. They beheld not God; they beheld not the Image of God; therefore were they arisen to the Palace of the Splen- dour Ineffable. A sharp sword smote out before them, and the worm Hope writhed in its death-agony under their feet. 36. Even as their rapture shore asunder the visible Hope, so also the Fear Invisible fled away and was no more. 37. O ye that are beyond …
1919 · PDF PAGE 365
…scends the Heart Doctrine as that tran- scends this lesser Eye Doctrine. 9. Yea, ignorance is like unto a closed and airless vessel; the soul a bird shut up within. It warbles not, nor can it stir a feather; but the songster mute and torpid sits, and of exhaustion dies. The Soul, Atma, despite its possession of the attributes omniscience, omnipotence, omnipresence, etc., is entirely bound and blindfolded by ignorance. The metaphysical puzzle to which this gives rise cannot be discussed here—it is insoluble by reason, though one may call attenti…
1907 · PDF PAGE 312
…sh , the latter of which is most powerful in producing a state of pseudo -Samadhi . To make me as one dead : To loose the girders of the soul , and gain Breathing and life for the Intelligible ; Find death , yet find it living.'1 In the midst of my complicated hallucination , I could perceive I had a dual existence . One portion of me was whirled unresistingly along the track of this tremendous experience , and the other sat looking down from a height upon its double , observing reassuring , and serenely weigh ing all the phenomena .? 3 Probabl…
1911 · PDF PAGE 119
…h shall make merry with you until the rose strike its root into your breast. Then shall your body be one again with the Mother, and your soul one with the Father, as it is written in the Book 01 the Law. All this have I been taught by her whose purity and strength are even as Earth’s, chosen before the foundation of Time. Lioness with lion, may we walk by night among the ruins 01 great cities, when, weary with happiness too great even 101 our immortality, we turn from the fragrance and fertility 01 Earth. And at the sunrise return where the peo…
1911 · PDF PAGE 119
…h shall make merry with you until the rose strike its root into your breast. Then shall your body be one again with the Mother, and your soul one with the Father, as it is written in the Book 01 the Law. All this have I been taught by her whose purity and strength are even as Earth’s, chosen before the foundation of Time. Lioness with lion, may we walk by night among the ruins 01 great cities, when, weary with happiness too great even 101 our immortality, we turn from the fragrance and fertility 01 Earth. And at the sunrise return where the peo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 95
…found, The warrior seas, Upstirred of the breeze, By the far reef bound— I know the low music of love, I feel the sweet murmur in me, My soul is in tune with the sea. The stars are above me, The rocks are below me, The sea is around! Great Gods that love me Lead me, and show me . Their powers profound. Their lightnings move me To stir me, to throw me As into a swound, The song of the infinite surf that is beaten and bound As a fierce wolf-hound, The song that lures me, and lifts me, and mingles my , soul into sound! 96
1910 · PDF PAGE 450
…rise again. Dread torture racks him; all his bones Get voice to utter forth his groans. The very poison of his blood Joins in that cry’s soul-shaking flood. For many a chiliad counted well His soul stayed in its proper Hell. Then, when Sir Palamedes came Back to himself, the shrine was dark. Cold was the incense, dead the flame; The slain babe lay there black and stark. What of the Beast? What of the quest? More blind the quest, the Beast more dim. Even now its laughter is suppressed, While his own demons mock at him!
1910 · PDF PAGE 450
…rise again. Dread torture racks him; all his bones Get voice to utter forth his groans. The very poison of his blood Joins in that cry’s soul-shaking flood. For many a chiliad counted well His soul stayed in its proper Hell. Then, when Sir Palamedes came Back to himself, the shrine was dark. Cold was the incense, dead the flame; The slain babe lay there black and stark. What of the Beast? What of the quest? More blind the quest, the Beast more dim. Even now its laughter is suppressed, While his own demons mock at him!