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Page 139 of 1541906 · PDF PAGE 43
…hapura. I must be ready for my friend to-night. So, such pale flowers as winter bears bedeck The old oak walls: the wood-fire’s cheerful light . Flashes upon the fire-dogs silver-bright. Wood? why, the jetsam of yon broken wreck Where the white sea runs o’er the sandy neck That joins my island to the land when tides Run low. What curious fancies through my brain Run, all so wild and all so pleasant! Glides No phantom creeping from the under sides Of the grey globe: no avatar of pain Gathering a body from the wind and rain. 1 This, with slight v…
1929 · PDF PAGE 158
…shape neared her, hid the moon from her, and she perceived the buskined Artemis, silver-sandalled, with her bright bow and her quiver of light. Leaping behind her came her hounds, and she thought that she could hear their eager baying. Between heaven and earth stood the goddess, and looked about her, her eyes a-sparkle with keen joy. She unslung her baldric, and put her silver bugle to her lips. Through all the vastness of heaven that call rang loud; and, in obedience, the stars rushed from their thrones, and made obeisance to their mistress. I…
1944 · PDF PAGE 35
…a positive description of any given object or idea. So far, the argument has been erected on a rigid, mathematical basis, with only the slightest tincture of philosophy to give it form. But it is at this point that, for the purpose of describing the objects Thought and Sense, one is compelled to join hands with the astrologers. The problem now is: to assign to Pure Number the moral ideas which go with it. This is partly a matter of experience, partly tradition derived from older experience. It would be unwise to discard tradition with complete …
1906 · PDF PAGE 22
…s, at needs, Of the belated sot, ’mid surging steeds! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who taught frail man, to make his suffering lighter, Consoling, to mix sulphur with salt nitre ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery! © subtle complice, who as blatant Beast Brandest vile Croesus, him that pities least ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Whoin girls’ eyes and hearts implantest deep Lust for the wound, the twain that wound bids weep! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Staff of the exiled, the inventor’s spark, Confessor of hang…
1929 · PDF PAGE 181
…t prose jewels of a master cutter and polisher, lit by the rays of an imagination that is the godlike son of the Father of All Truth and Light; but if he kept them to himself, they would be the symptoms of an incurable lesion of the brain. A madman will conceal the Terrible Secret that "today is Wednesday," perhaps "because the devil told him to do so." "I am He who is Truth" was the boast of a great mystic, Mansur, and they stoned him for it, as they stone all men who speak truth; but had he said "Hush! I am God!" he would have been merely a m…
1939 · PDF PAGE 9
…em particularly significant; but as soon as an element combines with the object of its hunger we get not only the ecstatic production of light, heat, and so forth, but a more complex structure having few or none of the qualities of its elements, but capable of further combination into complexities of astonishing sublimity. All these combinations, these unions, are Yoga. (8) Yoga means Union. How are we to apply this word to the phenomena of mind? What is the first characteristic of everything in thought? How did it come to be a thought at all? …
1905 · PDF PAGE 108
… as mine, His passion curl around me as a vine. So clinging fibres of desire control My perfect body, and my perfect soul Shot flakes of light toward him. So my eyes, Seeking his face, were made divinely wise. So, solemn, silent, ’mid a merry folk I bound him by my forehead’s silver yoke, And grew immense about him and within, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier and knew There was no sin. His lips reluctant grew Ardent at last as recognising me, and love’s wild tempest sweeps upon his sea. And I? I knew not a…
1905 · PDF PAGE 189
…piration. Victory’ and achievement inevitably lead to discontent, because only the impossible is truly desirable. NEPHTHYS. ‘Phere ts no light, nor wisdom, nor know- ledge in the grave, whither thou goest.”— SOLOMON, A FOOLISH and a cruel thing is said By the Most Pligh that) mocks man’s emply breast, As if the grave were mere eternal rest, Or merest resurrection of the dead. All petty wishes: at the fountain-head, A dead girl’s whisper --I have stooped and pressed My ear unto her heart---her soul confessed That aone of life her joy relinquishe…
1907 · PDF PAGE 72
…the living dead! The poet loves? He lies. Others perceive thee, peerless maid Broidered with beauty, starred and gemmed. With purity and light, arrayed In wit—like moonlight down a glade With flowers diademed. But I remember ; see the form Serene sink slowly to the dust. ’Tis but a date: the eventful storm Comes: then or now? What odds? They swarm, The winds: this breath, one gust. Ah! in the spiritual soul Is there no essence to abide When flesh and bone alike shall roll From shape to shape, from goal to goal, On time, the envious tide? All ti…
1929 · PDF PAGE 67
… It was an infinite refinement of abomination joined with an exaggeration of grossness that might have turned Georges Sand to stone. The light went out. The thought of flight from that abominable chapel never came to her. It was Cyril — the man to whom [96] she had given herself utterly at the first touch — who was plunging this poisoned dagger into her soul. And she could not even die; it was ferocity and madness that awoke in her. She would wait until the morning — and she would find a way to be avenged. Yet she felt that she was slowly bleed…
1944 · PDF PAGE 173
…n his heart and mind, inflaming the inmost of His Being, that he also, having explored each recess of the Universe, may therein find the Light of Truth, so come to the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel, and accomplish the Great Work, attain the Summum Bonum, true Wisdom and perfect Happiness!
1905 · PDF PAGE 129
…w Strife. These twain are bitter; but the last is Love. THE RAPE OF DEATH. ARGUMENT.—Sir Godfrey, a knight of Nor- mandy, leapeth into a light vessel of Jarl Hungard, while they sit at feast, and, slay- ing the crew, seeketh the high seas with the Lady Thurla. He slayeth the swiftest pur- suers, and escapeth in a great tempest ; which on the second day abating, he maketh the inside of a bar, and must await the breeze. Jarl Hungard coming with his men and two dragons, is wrecked, but a knave shooting, slayeth the Lady Thurla. Sir Godfrey forth- …
1929 · PDF PAGE 17
…only a minute previously he has written it down in plain English. In short, the genius appears to be a being of another plane, a soul of light and immortality! I know that much of this may be explained by supposing what I have called the genius to be a bodily substance in which the consciousness of the whole race (in his particular time) may become active under certain stimuli. There is much to be said for this view; language itself confirms it; for the words 'to know, 'gnosis,' are merely sub-echoes of the first cries implying generation in th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 79
…to that ! ELEAZAR. Behold, these people are as children, hiding Thoughts beautiful and true in profuse words, Not meaning all the lofty flight that fancy And the strong urgement of a tune dis- cover. Be thou our judge, as Joshua long ago. JEPHTHAH. Swear by the Name unspoken that the truth Flashes between the lips that tremble thus ! Ye love me not; ye fear me; ye might thrust Some petty obstacle before my hands When I would grasp your promise, and betray Your faith for fear of me. I read thy thoughts, Old man; I trust no word of thine; but the…
1905 · PDF PAGE 87
… so it glows and rolls, Caught in the furnace of the sun, opaque To eyes that seek its depth, but -penetrable By those long filaments of light beyond. See, the spot darkens, and a horseman spurs A flagging steed with bloody flanks, and waves A cloudy sword to heaven—I am sure He brings us eagle-wingéd victory, And tiding of no battle lost for Israel. Yes, he grows great before the sun, and stands Now in his stirrups, and shouts loud, and waves . A blade triumphant. Now the weary horse Stumbles with thundering strides along the last Furlong, and…
1905 · PDF PAGE 100
…st go forth together, not to part. O perfect heart ! O little heart that beats to mine, away Before the day Ring out the tocsin for our flight ! Ts keen to dip Her plunging forehead in the silvering sea. ‘To-morrow we Shall be so far away, and then to-morrow Shall shake off sorrow And be to-morrow and not change for ever : No dawn shall sever The sleepy eyelids of the night, no eve Shall fall and cleave The blue deep eyes of day. queen ! My ship Your hand, my Look down and lean Your whole weight on me, then leap out, as light As swallow’s fligh…
1907 · PDF PAGE 62
56 ROSA MUNDI, AND OTHER LOVE-SONGS Il. THE NIGHTMARE, Up, up, my bride! Away to ride Upon the nightmare’s wings ! The livid lightning’s wine we'll drink, And laugh for joy of life, and think Unutterable things ! The gallant caught the lady fair Below the arms that lay Curling in coils of yellow hair, And kissed her lips. ‘‘ Away !” The lover caught his mistress up And lifted her to heaven, Drank from her lips as from the cup Of poppies drowsed at even. ‘* Away, away, my lady may! The wind is fair and free ; Away, away, the glint of day Is fade…
1907 · PDF PAGE 149
… song joins the crowd. We need not (to be heard) to thunder loud. Our hearts are lifted up, our heads with love low bowed. The tenderest light, the deepest hidden, is shed Up through dark earth—your home, O happy dead !— Crusted in darkness lie the secret lights. Formed in the agony of earth as tears, Clothed in the crystal mirror of the years, We dwell, sweet-hearted nun-like eremites ! Diamond and ruby, topaz and sapphire, Emerald and amethyst, one clear bright fire, We are earth’s stars below, as she ahove hath Night’s. Our sweet clean song …
1907 · PDF PAGE 119
… tales, half-doubted, being So far beyond a rime to trace. What shall they say? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly. These were our ways. And who shall know? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing? Historic shall we go Down through our country’s golden stories ? Shall lovers whisper ‘‘ Even so H
1905 · PDF PAGE 201
…hrill ; Arise and shine! the clouds of earth are breaking! The clouds are parted: yes! And there above I bathe in ether and self-shining light ; My soul is filled with the eternal love; I am the brother of the Day and Night. I AM! my spirit, and perhaps my mind ! But O my heart! I left thy love behind ! A RELIGIOUS BRINGING-UP. WiTH this our ‘‘ Christian” parents marred our youth; ‘One thing is certain of our origin. We are born Adam’s bastards into sin, Servants to Death and Time’s devouring tooth. God, damning most, had this one thought of ru…