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Page 16 of 1121911 · PDF PAGE 32
…L hail to Mary wandering Adored by shepherd and by Mage ! The fury of the ruthless king Inspires Her desert pilgrimage. O sorrow of pure eyes beneath The heavy-fringed ecstatic lids, Seeing for maiden song and wreath Sphinxes and pagan Pyramids ! O sorrow bitterer than death To leave the dear delighted land, And change the groves of Nazareth For lonely leagues of sterile sand ! To us who wander desolate In Earth’s sad wilderness do Thou Bend down Thy lips immaculate And touch and kiss the adoring brow ! Amen. A 25
1910 · PDF PAGE 76
…ONS O Habib, I have compared thy figure to the cy- press, and to a thousand other beautifully shapen things. Also I have said that thine eyes were like the sun for splendour ; and like the gazelle’s eyes for depth and softness ; many other things very well composed have I sung concerning thee.1 I have even compared the perfume of thy podex to that of the rose, and I take Allah to witness that this is not so, except by favour of Him in whom all is One.2 I was faithful and diligent in love, and worshipped thee above all save Him to whom alone wor…
1909 · PDF PAGE 18
THE EQUINOX awe, do seriously summon all men unto the Search, even those who are offended because I laugh, gazing into the Eyes of the Beloved; and those who are offended because I hate the veil of words that hides the face of the Beloved ; and those who are offended because my passion for the Beloved is too virile and eager to suit their awe; perhaps they forget that passion means suffering. But let them know that my Beloved is mine and I am his; he feedeth among the lilies. 10
1909 · PDF PAGE 18
THE EQUINOX awe, do seriously summon all men unto the Search, even those who are offended because I laugh, gazing into the Eyes of the Beloved; and those who are offended because I hate the veil of words that hides the face of the Beloved ; and those who are offended because my passion for the Beloved is too virile and eager to suit their awe; perhaps they forget that passion means suffering. But let them know that my Beloved is mine and I am his; he feedeth among the lilies. 10
1911 · PDF PAGE 149
THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON her face. His long arms wound convulsively round her. His eyes seemed to start from his head; foam gathered on his dry lips ; he could not speak. The breath came through his dilated nostrils hot and fierce; one would have said a bull in the arena. She disengaged herself. “ You see, he wants to marry me. I love him I I want to be with him for ever. But—" the great fighter was limp in his chair. " It is difficult,” she went on. “ There are complica- tions. My mother . . ." Edgar Rolles detected the false note in her voice…
1911 · PDF PAGE 149
THE ORDEAL OF IDA PENDRAGON her face. His long arms wound convulsively round her. His eyes seemed to start from his head; foam gathered on his dry lips ; he could not speak. The breath came through his dilated nostrils hot and fierce; one would have said a bull in the arena. She disengaged herself. “ You see, he wants to marry me. I love him I I want to be with him for ever. But—" the great fighter was limp in his chair. " It is difficult,” she went on. “ There are complica- tions. My mother . . ." Edgar Rolles detected the false note in her voice…
1910 · PDF PAGE 40
…ns through the limit of the wheels that ran Through all the unrelenting skies When Icarus died, And leaps, the flight of wise omnipotent eyes, When Dædalus espied An holy habitation for the shrine Solitary, mid the night of broken brine That foamed like starlight round the desolate shore. So to the mine of that crystalline ore Golden, the electric spark of man is drawn Deep in the bosom of the world, to soar New-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling dawn With lidless eyes undazzled, to arise, Song of the morning, to the Southern skies ; And fling i…
1902 · PDF PAGE 100
…imself). Words, thoughts, that fail her? How should acts exceed ? (Aloud^ Better sit thus and read each other's thoughts — 1 in the blue eyes, in the hazel you ! Then, bending, I may touch my lips upon Sweet thoughtful brows. Elizabeth. Your kisses move my soul. Strange thoughts and unimagined destinies Take ship, and harbour in the heart of me. Tannhauser. Words mean too much, and never mean enough. Look, only look ! Elizabeth. I am so happy—so ! 98
1907 · PDF PAGE 62
…st , His soul is barren of love or trust, His heart is hopeless , seeing he must Perish , and leave no trace.5 He bids her gaze into his eyes , With love, my cheeks with passion burn As thy clear eyes may well discern By gazing into mine . 1 The Tale of Archais , vol . i, p. 7. 3 Ibid . vol. i, p. 8. • Ibid . vol. i, p. 9. 2 Ibid . vol. i, p. 8. 4 Ibid . vol. i, p. 8. 6 Ibid . vol. i, p. 9.
1919 · PDF PAGE 357
…ge. This third stage may be found by the discern- ing in Liber 831. 74. When the Disciple sees and hears, and when he smells and tastes, eyes closed, ears shut, with mouth and nostrils stopped; when the four senses blend and ready are to pass into the fifth, that of the inner touch—then into stage the fourth he hath passed on. The practice indicated in verse 74 is described in most books upon the Tatwas. The orifices of the face being cov- ered with the fingers, the senses take on a new shape. 75. And in the fifth, O slayer of thy thoughts, all…
1910 · PDF PAGE 165
…ome detail — ISSA Thou art wise Enough to write in all the prophecies Fulfilled. That’s settled, then. JOHN I’d love to see The goggling eyes of duped posterity, Its mouth agape (while priests scoop out its poke) At the wild sequel of our harmless joke. ISSA Only one further fret balls up my brain : — The nuisance, if I have to rise again. JOHN Fear not ! The style suffices. ISSA Then be off, And tell the Seventy my bitter scoff
1922 · PDF PAGE 251
…estroying him. A look of trouble comes into his face every now and then; and he begins to repeat plaintively in a puzzled voice with his eyes fixed on mine :-— “Know you now why her eyes So fearfully glaze, beholding Terrors and infamies Like filthy flowers unfolding? Laughter widowed of ease, Agony barred from sadness, Death defeated of peace, Is she not madness ? ” Over and over again he said it, and over and over again I told him the answer. I had indeed been a personifica- tion of the seductress, of the destroying angel. But it had been a n…
1929 · PDF PAGE 160
…he little man that had created it; Iliel thought that he was seeking incarnation for the sake of its forgetfulness. Yet the light in his eyes was so pure and noble and magnetic that it might have been that he saw in a new birth the chance to repair his error. And now her attention was drawn to a yet nobler and still more fantastic form[4]. It was a kingly figure, and its eyes blazed bright with an enthusiasm that was tinged almost with madness. His creations, like those of the last seen, were something vague and unsubstantial. They lacked clear…
1909 · PDF PAGE 6
… of writing one unknown for another, and then crowing like Peter’s cock ?] I picture the true sceptic as a man eager and alert, his deep eyes glittering like sharp swords, his hands tense with effort as he asks, ‘‘ What does it matter?” I picture the false sceptic as a dude or popinjay, yawning, with dull eyes, his muscles limp, his purpose in asking the question but the expression of his slackness and stupidity. This true sceptic is indeed the man of science; as Wells’ “ Moreau ” tells us. He has devised some means of answering his first quest…
1910 · PDF PAGE 308
…ellowed, and up he sprang from the table. As I did not wish to be murdered, for he had now become a dangerous maniac, I rose, keeping my eyes on him, and taking up my hat and stick, which I had purposely placed just behind me, I quietly passed round the large table at which his terror- stricken fold sat gaping, and moved towards the door. The whole assembly seemed petrified with fear. At first the Blesséd One appeared not to realize what had happened, so taken aback was he by any one having the audacity to leave the room without his permission:…
1910 · PDF PAGE 308
…ellowed, and up he sprang from the table. As I did not wish to be murdered, for he had now become a dangerous maniac, I rose, keeping my eyes on him, and taking up my hat and stick, which I had purposely placed just behind me, I quietly passed round the large table at which his terror- stricken fold sat gaping, and moved towards the door. The whole assembly seemed petrified with fear. At first the Blesséd One appeared not to realize what had happened, so taken aback was he by any one having the audacity to leave the room without his permission:…
1898 · PDF PAGE 93
… detestable, In which I laugh with hell, And furies chant the knell Of all things clean. Ah God ! the shapes that throng ! Ah God ! what eyes ! The souls grown sharp and strong That my lips made their prize, The ruined souls, the wrecks Of bodies fair of flecks Long since, ere God did vex My soul with sacrifice. Pale youth and bloodless maiden Whose breasts have bled, With wrath or mercy laden, By love or terror led, Reproachful or reviling, Some pure and some defiling, Some fearful and some smiling, Some living and some dead. 83
1910 · PDF PAGE 94
THE RED STAR. 4I Of sun and rain. Arise ! The red gleam in thine eyes ! Up, up and slay ! 2ND SATYR Fair child, Laugh thou ; God honours thee (Look ! then, methinks, he smiled !) To condescend to bless That unripe loveliness. The acid of thine immaturity Shall be a sharpness in his mouth Cloyed with too clinging sweet Of the full-bosomed South. IST SATYR Beside those rose-fair feet Dimpled with fairy kisses There’s no bright-tinted bird In all the blue abysses Worth even a plumeless word. THE CHILD I do not like this place.
1911 · PDF PAGE 124
…yment of the wallowing pig. Porcus e grege Epicuri. This much Edgar Rolles smelt rather than saw; for as he turned to her, he caught her eyes. They were the eyes of an enthusiast, of a saint, of an ascetic—but of a saint who, strong in his agony through faith and hope and love, still endures the Dark Night of the Soul. "You shall lunch with me, nice boy " (she said), ”and beg my pardon for your stumble, and pay for your lunch by tell- ing me what drives you mad with laughter at the sight of the Pantheon. Is it ‘L’homme aux trois sous’?” For so …
1911 · PDF PAGE 124
…yment of the wallowing pig. Porcus e grege Epicuri. This much Edgar Rolles smelt rather than saw; for as he turned to her, he caught her eyes. They were the eyes of an enthusiast, of a saint, of an ascetic—but of a saint who, strong in his agony through faith and hope and love, still endures the Dark Night of the Soul. "You shall lunch with me, nice boy " (she said), ”and beg my pardon for your stumble, and pay for your lunch by tell- ing me what drives you mad with laughter at the sight of the Pantheon. Is it ‘L’homme aux trois sous’?” For so …