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Page 16 of 1241907 · PDF PAGE 62
… sunny bars, And watched where through the silence of the lawn Came Charicles , the darling of the dawn , Slowly , and to his steps took little heed ; He came towards the pool , his god -wrought reed Shrilling dim visions of things glorious , And saw the maiden , that disported thus , And worshipped. . . ? As Percy , “ a moment , and he flashed towards her side. " He clasps her to his breast , kisses her , is dis mayed : Her perfect eyelids drooped , her warm cheek paled, A tear stole over it.3 He is tender , pitiful, this is no Angela . My per…
1912 · PDF PAGE 8
HOUSEHOLD GODS Tue Scene is af the hearth of Crassus, where is a Little bronze altar dedicated to the Lares and Penates, A pale flame rises from the burning sandal-wood, on which CRASSUS throws densoin and musk. He is standing in deep dejection. Crassus. MOKE without fire! No thrill of tongues licks up The offerings in the cup. Dead falls desire. Black smoke thou art, © altar-flame, that dost dismember, Devour the hearth, to leave no ember To warm this heart. I see her still— Adela dancing here Till dim gods did appear To work our will. "
1905 · PDF PAGE 192
…le, a maid, Incomprehensible, divine, unknown, Who loves your leve, and to high God hath said : ‘¢To me these sungs are made !”’ So in a little from the silent Hell Rises a spectre, disanvinted now, Who bears a cup of poison terrible, The seal of God upon his blasted brow, To whom Lis angels bow, Rise, Phantom disanointed, and proclaim Thine own destruction, and the death Of those material essences that ame A little moment for a little breath, The love that perisheth ! sleepy Kise, sisters, who have ignorantly striven On pale pure limbs to past…
1909 · PDF PAGE 35
…es died down; how I found myself quite involuntarily swinging back to the old mantra that I worked all yesterday. However, I shall try a little longer in the Position of the Hanged Man, although sleep is again attacking me. I am weary, yet content, as if some great thing had indeed happened. But if I lost consciousness— a thing no man can be positive about from the nature of things—it must have happened so quietly that I never knew. Certainly I should not have thought that I had gone on for 25 minutes, as I did. But I do indeed ask for a Knowle…
1904 · PDF PAGE 83
… man there, sole among them not yet an Arahat, turned pale. He alone was of Western birth in all that multitude. “Brother Abhavananda, 4 little friend,” said the Buddha, “what can we predicate of all existin things? ” “ Lord!” replied the neophyte, “they are unstable, every thing is sorrow, in them is no inward Principle, as some pretend, that can avoid, that can hold itself aloof from, the forces of decay.” “And how do y ou know that, little Brother?” smiled the Thrice-Honoured One. “Lord, I perceive this Truth wheneverI 1 Thirst: i.e. desire …
1909 · PDF PAGE 92
…ot out of it by quietly painting a “Heart girt with a Serpent,” or a “Winged Globe” or some similar device. If I persist, seeing that my little gift of language must be mine for some purpose, and therefore for this purpose, since no other purpose can there be, let my rationalist friends excuse me, as the agony of my impotence most terribly avenges them. Concerning the methods of obtaining these particular states, I am almost at one with Sri Parananda, my godly friend, when he talks of “the Grace of the Lord Shiva,” and with my ungodly friend Bh…
1909 · PDF PAGE 92
…ot out of it by quietly painting a “Heart girt with a Serpent,” or a “Winged Globe” or some similar device. If I persist, seeing that my little gift of language must be mine for some purpose, and therefore for this purpose, since no other purpose can there be, let my rationalist friends excuse me, as the agony of my impotence most terribly avenges them. Concerning the methods of obtaining these particular states, I am almost at one with Sri Parananda, my godly friend, when he talks of “the Grace of the Lord Shiva,” and with my ungodly friend Bh…
1910 · PDF PAGE 305
HALF-HOURS WITH FAMOUS MAHATMAS little man sat down to ruminate over lead piping, and solder at twopence a stick. During the summer of ’o7 I had little time to waste at number 60, and had almost forgotten about the Mahatma, who, so I had been told, had left England for America, when I received a card announcing his return, and asking me to be present at a general meeting. This I did, and as usual was more than bored. After business was over the Mahatma entered the room, all his sheep flocking round him to seek the turnips of his wisdom. On thes…
1910 · PDF PAGE 305
HALF-HOURS WITH FAMOUS MAHATMAS little man sat down to ruminate over lead piping, and solder at twopence a stick. During the summer of ’o7 I had little time to waste at number 60, and had almost forgotten about the Mahatma, who, so I had been told, had left England for America, when I received a card announcing his return, and asking me to be present at a general meeting. This I did, and as usual was more than bored. After business was over the Mahatma entered the room, all his sheep flocking round him to seek the turnips of his wisdom. On thes…
1910 · PDF PAGE 20
…still be ignorant of how that brother Fred (one of my tutors) attempted to seduce me in his own mother’s house at Maze Hill. This came a little later ; and I knew exactly what he was doing, as it happened. I let him go as far as he did, with the deli- berate intention of making sure on that point. I think my readers will agree — enough of my tutors ! I ought to make an honourable exception of one Archi- bald Douglas, an Oxford man and a traveller. He taught me sense and manhood, and I shall not easily forget my debt to him. I hear he is dead — …
1905 · PDF PAGE 183
…I hold her Breast to breast, and shining shoulder Laid to shoulder, in the bliss Of the uncreated kiss. Lips to lips beget for daughters Little kisses of the breeze ; Limbs entwined with limbs, the waters Of incredible blue seas ; Eyes that understand, the slaughters Of a thousand ecstasies Re-embodied, as they wrought us Garlands of strange sorceries ; New desires and mystic passion Infinite, of starry fashion ; The mysterious desire Of the subtle formless fire. Vainly may the Tyanzean 4 Throw his misconceiving eye To bewitch our empyrean Sple…
1928 · PDF PAGE 85
wine, and a great bed with linen, a little coarse, but clean; what better is there in the world? But returning alone to his house at that hour when the advice of wisdom is no longer suffocated by the roar of the exterior world, he said to himself: I have had to-day in dream three dwelling-places, which have given me one as much pleasure as the other; why inflict the trouble of travelling upon my body since my soul does it so easily, and why carry out plans, since planning is itself a sufficient pleas- ure?
1909 · PDF PAGE 126
…ave yet been inhuman, impossible; to the voice that answered .. . ! “Tt was a voice like the tinkling of a fairy bell. Whoever spoke was little more than a child ; and her answer had the purity and strength of an angel. That even the foul monster who addressed her could support it, unblasted, was matter for astonishment. “Now the older voice broke into filthy insult, a very frenzy of malice. “T heard—O God !—the swish of a whip, and the sound of it falling upon flesh. “ There was silence awhile, save for the hideous laughter of the invisible ho…
1909 · PDF PAGE 126
…ave yet been inhuman, impossible; to the voice that answered .. . ! “Tt was a voice like the tinkling of a fairy bell. Whoever spoke was little more than a child ; and her answer had the purity and strength of an angel. That even the foul monster who addressed her could support it, unblasted, was matter for astonishment. “Now the older voice broke into filthy insult, a very frenzy of malice. “T heard—O God !—the swish of a whip, and the sound of it falling upon flesh. “ There was silence awhile, save for the hideous laughter of the invisible ho…
1898 · PDF PAGE 20
…you. Ah ! the hour ! He moves. Come back, come back, my lifes one flower ! Come back. One kiss before your leave me. So ! Stopturnone little kiss before you go ; It is my rightyou must. Oh no ! Oh no !
1904 · PDF PAGE 55
…im- mortal poem, and Art seemed a halfway house. Suiting the action to the thought, I soon found my- self in Paris, and rooms in a dirty little basement in the Montparnasse Quarter. My next-door neighbours were photographers, one, by name L..s, calling himself an artist, and his partner H...s, pluming himself upon his business capacity. L..s was the son of a charlatan parson once well known in Eng- land as a mountebank, while his mother, disgusted that he was a boy, brought him up as a girl, as far as she possibly could. He even slept with her …
1906 · PDF PAGE 161
…e. For its own sake—expand !—so we Molecules of a central soul, Time’s sons, judged by Eternity. Nature is gone—our joys, our pains, Our little lives—and God remains. Were this the truth—-why ! worship then Were not so imbecile for men! But that’s no Christian faith! For where Enters the dogma of despair? Despite his logic’s silver flow I must count Caird ® a mystic! No! You Christians shall not mask me so The plain words of your sacred books Behind friend Swedenborg his spooks ! Says Huxley ® in his works (q. v.) “The microcosmic lives change …
1910 · PDF PAGE 341
… woman’s heart. Commonplace! Ah! nothing is so mysterious as the common- place, for it is only Subtlety sleeping and holding its hands a little while. A country clod is more interesting than the most awake and magnetic of geniuses, even as the veiled and cloistered odours of Spring with which one knows the earth is tingling in Winter are more delirious and exciting than the naked bosoms of May. “Will you believe me, that, by I know not what exquisite contradiction, the sweetest kiss was ever a pang to her, and yielding was only less terrible th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 341
… woman’s heart. Commonplace! Ah! nothing is so mysterious as the common- place, for it is only Subtlety sleeping and holding its hands a little while. A country clod is more interesting than the most awake and magnetic of geniuses, even as the veiled and cloistered odours of Spring with which one knows the earth is tingling in Winter are more delirious and exciting than the naked bosoms of May. “Will you believe me, that, by I know not what exquisite contradiction, the sweetest kiss was ever a pang to her, and yielding was only less terrible th…
1930 · PDF PAGE 5
… it is perhaps too much to expect me to be cheerful. The fact is that I am in a very depressed state. My attention was attracted by that little word know- ledge of which we hear so much and see so little. I dont propose to inflict upon you the M.C.H., and demonstrate that the life and opinions of Gilles de Rais were inevitably determined by the price of onions in Hyderabad. But I do think that in ap- proaching a historic question, we should be very careful to define what we meanin our particular