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…yeless sockets of Eternity . A day - star , to flash forth into the west , winged and wonderful . A Pharos of gleaming hope lighting our way across the boisterous ocean of life to our haven of eternal rest . The fools and the faulty , the wise and the wizened read and tremble before the might of its majesty , for into its flaming horrent hath it woven and braided the ashen locks of wisdom , the dyed curls of folly , and all the glittering circlets of golden youth . All is transcended , all is unified and transcendental ; neither is there joy no…
1922 · PDF PAGE 361
…ruck me just as I got outside the door. I sat down again on the stone seats, whipped out a note-book and began my calculations. I saw my way to a solution, jotted down my idea, and snapped the book to in triumph. It was then that I became aware that Big Lion was putting a cigar in my mouth, and that everybody was crowding around me and shaking hands. Was this another of the buffoon’s stupid jokes? “To what end ? ”’ said Big Lion, as he lighted my cigar. I had sunk back in the bench in a sort of lazy triumph. Nothing bothered me now. I could see…
1910 · PDF PAGE 36
…unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loose but your soulshall its wings find the white way so appalling ? Heaven, as I understand, Nearer than some folk would make it ! Godshould you stretch out a hand, Who can be quicker to take it ? Then you have pacted an oathjudge you if He will forsake it ! I have had hope in the spring Trust that the God who has given Flowers, and the thrushes that sing Dawnwards all night, and at even Year after year, will be true now we are speaking of heaven.
1910 · PDF PAGE 73
… the ear, Woven of silence, moulded in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond the night, beyond the skies, Beyond eternitys Tremendous gate ; beyond the immanent miracle. O secret self of things ! I have nor feet nor wings Except to follow far beyond Heaven and Earth and Hell, Until I mix my mood And being in thee, as in my hermits hood I grow the thing I contemplate that selfless solitude !
1907 · PDF PAGE 216
…stars and suns may dance. I am the beautiful and glad, Rejoicing in the golden day. I am the spirit silken-clad That fareth on the fiery way. I have escaped from Him, whose eyes Are closed at eventide, and wise To drag thee to the House of Wrong :— Iam armed! Iam armed! I am strong! I am strong ! I make my way: opposing horns Of secret foemen push their lust In vain: my song their fury scorns ; They sink, they grovel in the dust. Hail, self-created Lord of Night! Inscrutable and infinite ! Let Orpheus journey forth to see The Disk in peace and …
1907 · PDF PAGE 203
…sent remain dark , and though at first the neophyte may think that the following solution , which I trust I shall be able in some little way to explain , is but one on a similar footing to that as set forward by those super naturalists who dogmatize concerning credo quia ab surdum , I must bid him now at the very outset re member , that “ except he become as a little child , he can in no way enter into the kingdom of heaven "; and further , becoming as a little child it must be re membered that it is as child - like to grasp at that which alone…
1902 · PDF PAGE 78
… \_He plays upon his flute. Tannhauser. These w^ere the melodies that I despised ! Oh God ! Be merciful to sinful me, And keep me in the Way of Truth. But Thou ! Forgive, forgive ! Lead, lead me to Thy Light ! Shepherd-boy {sings). Light in the sky Dawns to the East ! Song-bird and beast Wake and reply. Let me not die, Now, at the least ! Lord of the Light ! Queen of the dawn ! Soul of the Night Hid and withdrawn ! 76
1905 · PDF PAGE 89
Is a space that is grey As it caught them, and beckoned, And lost them—their way Is nor counted nor reckoned! Inconceivable hollow, Eternity’s womb! Cataclysmal they follow, Tomb hidden in tomb. Reeled off and unspun, Time’s fashion is done In the ultimate Abysses of fate. Eons they swallow, And swamp in the gloom, Where Eternities follow Their biers to their tomb. ORPHEUS O Mother, O hollow Sweet heart of the moon! O matchless Apollo That granted the tune! Time’s children follow The strings that commune With Nature well cloven that comes to th…
1907 · PDF PAGE 92
…ad seen God face to face, and died. Basil spoke, therefore, as a dead God speaks, and only children understood him. At Gibraltar, on the way home, he had fallen in with Denzil Roberts, that foolish globe-trotter, secularist, and philanthropist-at-large. Den zil had just returned from a silly “ sentimental journey” through Spain, and gazing on the sunset from the western tower of the Alhambra he had come nigh to seeing God. Saddened and sane, be yet could recognize the magnificent insanity of Basil, and had come home with him to learn the way to …
1903 · PDF PAGE 46
REINCARNATION In life what hope is always unto men ? Stories of Arthur that shall come again To cleanse the Earth of her eternal stain, Elias, Charlemagne, Christ. What matter then ? What matter who, or how, or even when ? If we but look beyond the primal pain, And trust the Future to write all things plain, Graven on brass with predestined pen. This is the doom. Upon the blind blue sky A little cloud, no larger than an hand ! Whether I live and love, or love and die, I care not : either way I understand. To me—to live is Christ ; to die is gai…
1922 · PDF PAGE 111
…ught us wisdom. We were getting stronger on the wing every hour. That chap Coué is a piker, as they say in America. “Every day, in every way, I get better and better,” indeed? The man must simply have been carried away by the rhyme. Why wait for aday? We had got to the stage where every minute counted. As the Scotchman said to his son, half-way through the ten-mile walk to kirk, when the boy said, “It’s a braw day the day.” “Is this a day to be ta’king 0’ days?” Thinking of days makes you think of years, and thinking of years makes you think of…
1929 · PDF PAGE 325
…ing how lamentably prone humanity is to anthropomorphism, it seems unfortunate. But we cannot deny the justice of the symbolism, and the way to eliminate the disadvantages and dangers of the situation is to extend the connection of the word "love" to include all phenomena of the uniting of opposites, as is done in The Book of the Law. Hardly anything is more important for the aspirant than to get rid of the tendency to make God in his Own image. One should learn to regard the formula of Yod, Hé, Vau as universal, not as generalized from the rep…
1907 · PDF PAGE 239
…elf falls , by asserting that : “ it is only by means of the form of sensuous intuition that we can intuite things à priori, but in this way we intuite the objects only as they appear to our senses , not as they may be in themselves (p . 29 ). [ Thus Kant himself proves the noumenon , the sole refuge from scepticism , itself to be sceptical .] Kant must have in some way felt the weakness of his argument , since in the following page, he , in true Berkeleyan fashion , in order to upset the sceptic , argues in a circle ; and to prove the possibil…
1907 · PDF PAGE 75
…for his comfort moulded, Thy joy and purity his won reward ? Sweet blush of blood, pale blossom lightly folded, To thee did he carve his way by right of sword ? Thou who art all delight to all of us, Hast thou no special intimate caress For him whose bloody sweat stood murderous On 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
1913 · PDF PAGE 75
…iate be OUR LADY Isis in Her Millions-of-Names, All-Mother, Genetrix- Meretrix ! Yet holier than all These to me is LAYLAH, yama all the way home—home? nay! but to the house of the harlot whom he loveth not. For it is LAYLAH that he loveth And yet who knoweth which is Crowley, and which is FRATER PERDURABO? 71
1910 · PDF PAGE 201
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING quickly enough the gross breaks, but lets the minor ones dart away from his grasp, like the small fry which with ease swim in and out of the fisherman’s net. Further, though in twelve meditations the number of breaks may be identical, yet the class of the breaks, much more so than the actual number, will tell the meditator, more certainly than anything else, whether he has progressed or has retrograded. Thus at first, should the meditator practise with his eyes open, the number of breaks will in their swift succes…
1910 · PDF PAGE 201
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING quickly enough the gross breaks, but lets the minor ones dart away from his grasp, like the small fry which with ease swim in and out of the fisherman’s net. Further, though in twelve meditations the number of breaks may be identical, yet the class of the breaks, much more so than the actual number, will tell the meditator, more certainly than anything else, whether he has progressed or has retrograded. Thus at first, should the meditator practise with his eyes open, the number of breaks will in their swift succes…
1913 · PDF PAGE 92
…OET A THOUSAND YEARS HENCE . I WHO am dead a thousand years , 1 And wrote this sweet archaic song , Send you my words for messengers The way I shall not pass along . I care not if you bridge the seas, Or ride secure the cruel sky, Or build consummate palaces Of metal or of masonry . But have you wine and music still And statues and a bright - eyed love, And foolish thoughts of good and ill, And prayers to them who sit above ? How shall we conquer ? Like a wind That falls at eve , our fancies blow , And old Maeonides the blind Said it three thou…
1929 · PDF PAGE 470
… of Ličge. I looked at the map and I couldn't reconcile it with the folds of our ragged line of absent-minded beggars. I didn't like the way in which the journalists excused our "contemptible little army" for running away because of the treachery of French generals who were always being shot at sunrise, and always subsequently writing to the papers to say how much they liked the war. My phlebitis affected merely my left leg and the fact that I was a sharp-shooter and an {743} old artilleryman didn't interest the War Office. I couldn't use my le…
1912 · PDF PAGE 33
…y! Ay!” their cunning sages grinned : “Tt shines! It shines! Guess thou the rest! For naught but this our Rishis know.” Sir Palamede his way addressed Unto the woods: they blaze and glow; His lance stabs many a shining blade,’ His sword lays many a flower low That glittering gladdened in the glade. He wrote himself a wanton ass, And to the sea his traces laid, Where many a wavelet on the glass His prowess knows. But deep and deep His futile feet in fury pass, 27