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1913 · PDF PAGE 151

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

HAROLD MONRO . AN IMPRESSION . SHE wakes at sunrise on her little bed, Knits her white hands together round her knee , Shakes back her tangled hair , lifts up her head, And gazes through the casement at the sea . Full-winged the lovely thoughts begin to glide Across the calm blue surface of her eyes. The windows of her soul are open wide Toward the morning and the summer skies . Emerging from the portal of the night, She lingers with one foot upon the way , Then springs, a sudden vision of delight, Swift, with her arms outstretched , to meet th…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 169

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…ination to think of the earth as seen from Cor Scorpionis, all such diatribes would seem infinitely petty. We may splutter about with our little verbal fireworks, as 1 am doing now; but to take it seriously! " There's nothing serious in mortality;” God is All in All. The Universe is but a mote playing in that sunbeam ; why bother to fill 600 dull pages? Nothing 15 worth writing but literature. Art is the expression of divine Truth; Mr Underhill, being no artist, expresses only human error. CANDLESTICK. DEATH. HEREWARD CARRINGTON and JOHN R. ΜΕΑυΕκ…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 169

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…ination to think of the earth as seen from Cor Scorpionis, all such diatribes would seem infinitely petty. We may splutter about with our little verbal fireworks, as 1 am doing now; but to take it seriously! " There's nothing serious in mortality;” God is All in All. The Universe is but a mote playing in that sunbeam ; why bother to fill 600 dull pages? Nothing 15 worth writing but literature. Art is the expression of divine Truth; Mr Underhill, being no artist, expresses only human error. CANDLESTICK. DEATH. HEREWARD CARRINGTON and JOHN R. ΜΕΑυΕκ…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 449

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…ddle finger, Saturn; the ring- finger, Apollo or the Sun. Among the Egyptians, the middle finger was Ops, the forefinger Osiris, and the little finger Horus; the thumb represented the generative force, and the little finger, cunning. A hand, showing only the thumb and I51

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1913 · PDF PAGE 460

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…us and disagreeable shade. His mouth was sensual and quarrel- some; his manners were affable, his voice soft, and his speech sometimes a little embarrassed. Questioned by Eliphas Levi concerning the object of his visit, he replied that he was on the look-out for the grimozve of Honorius, and that he had come to learn from the Professor of Occult Science how to ob- tain that little black book, now-a-days almost impossible to find. “T would gladly give a hundred francs for a copy of that grimoire,”said he. “The work in itself is valueless,” said …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 449

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…ddle finger, Saturn; the ring- finger, Apollo or the Sun. Among the Egyptians, the middle finger was Ops, the forefinger Osiris, and the little finger Horus; the thumb represented the generative force, and the little finger, cunning. A hand, showing only the thumb and I51

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1913 · PDF PAGE 460

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…us and disagreeable shade. His mouth was sensual and quarrel- some; his manners were affable, his voice soft, and his speech sometimes a little embarrassed. Questioned by Eliphas Levi concerning the object of his visit, he replied that he was on the look-out for the grimozve of Honorius, and that he had come to learn from the Professor of Occult Science how to ob- tain that little black book, now-a-days almost impossible to find. “T would gladly give a hundred francs for a copy of that grimoire,”said he. “The work in itself is valueless,” said …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 21

Collected Works (Vol. III)

THE. STAR AND THE GARTER 15 Are you not ready? Let us leave This little Paris to its fate ! Our friends a little while may grieve, And then forget: but we, elate, Live in a larger air: awake, Compassion in the Halls of Truth ! Disdain love for love’s very sake ! Take all our beauty, strength, and youth, And melt them in the crucible To that quintessence at whose gleam Gold shudders and grows dull; expel The final dross by intimate stream Of glowing truth, our lunar light ! Are you not ready? Who would stay? Arise, O Queen, O Queen of Night ! Ar…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 135

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…any here?" leading her to a box full of modelling clay which he used in some of his experiments. And he made her dive and dirty her dear little fingers ever so, before she ran against the necklace. And when they retrieved it quite, and washed it, and he put it round her neck for her very own ! She played in her demure, modest way; not very good, but pleasing enough to people who only wanted an excuse for not having to think sufficiently to talk while they \volfed foie gm: and watercress, muffins and éclairs, cheesecakes and hot buttered toast And …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 139

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…eyes of a snake in the jungle. “Oh, you darling I " she cried, “Oh, you old fraud 1 You said nothing about making gold l" “ Ah] that’s a little accident,” replied the Professor. " Discoveries never come singly." “And is it really for me? All my very own?" ”Who else should it be for, darling?” “ You’re a darling sweet boy." “ Run away and wash your handsl I've warmed up your own element for you, you dear little Spirit of Salt!” She ran gleefully into the laboratory. On the bench stood the basin she had used so often, with the soap and towels nea…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 135

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…any here?" leading her to a box full of modelling clay which he used in some of his experiments. And he made her dive and dirty her dear little fingers ever so, before she ran against the necklace. And when they retrieved it quite, and washed it, and he put it round her neck for her very own ! She played in her demure, modest way; not very good, but pleasing enough to people who only wanted an excuse for not having to think sufficiently to talk while they \volfed foie gm: and watercress, muffins and éclairs, cheesecakes and hot buttered toast And …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 139

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…eyes of a snake in the jungle. “Oh, you darling I " she cried, “Oh, you old fraud 1 You said nothing about making gold l" “ Ah] that’s a little accident,” replied the Professor. " Discoveries never come singly." “And is it really for me? All my very own?" ”Who else should it be for, darling?” “ You’re a darling sweet boy." “ Run away and wash your handsl I've warmed up your own element for you, you dear little Spirit of Salt!” She ran gleefully into the laboratory. On the bench stood the basin she had used so often, with the soap and towels nea…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 20

Oracles

THE LITTLE HALF-SOVEREIGN RED is the angry sunset, Murk is the even grey, Heavy the clouds that hover Over our Hell to-day. “ Say, in our dark Gomorrah, Lord, can an angel find Fifty, but fifty, righteous— Body—I say not Mind.” Sadly the angel turneth— “ Stay, ere thou fleest, stay ; Canst thou not find me twenty ? ” “ Nay ” is the answer, “ nay.” “ Are there not ten, bright spirit, Hidden, nor quickly seen, Somewhere in Hell’s dark alleys, Somewhere in Walham Green ? “ Speak, for I see thy forehead Sadden in dark denial, Is there not one that …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 142

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…as Ignorance (Avijja). Dispel this ignorance, and illumination would take its place, that insight into the real nature of things, which, little by little, leads the Aspirant out of the world of birth and death, the world of Samsara, into that inscrutable Nibbana where things in themselves cease to exist and with them the thoughts which go to build them up. Ignorance is the greatest of all Fetters, and, “he who sins inadvertently,” as Nagasena said, “has the greater demerit.” Enquiring into the particular nature of Ignorance Buddha discovered th…

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The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…as Ignorance (Avijja). Dispel this ignorance, and illumination would take its place, that insight into the real nature of things, which, little by little, leads the Aspirant out of the world of birth and death, the world of Samsara, into that inscrutable Nibbana where things in themselves cease to exist and with them the thoughts which go to build them up. Ignorance is the greatest of all Fetters, and, “he who sins inadvertently,” as Nagasena said, “has the greater demerit.” Enquiring into the particular nature of Ignorance Buddha discovered th…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 291

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…vour to persuade the Emperor that he was the chosen instrument of the Almighty, a belief which would have enabled him to play Maximus to little Napoleon’s Julian, was shattered once for all at Sedan. It is necessary for the reader to gain this clear conception of Levi’s inmost mind, if he is to reconcile the “contra- dictions” which leave Waite petulant and bewildered. It is the sad privilege of the higher order of mind to be able to see both sides of every question, and to appreciate the fact that both are equally tenable. Such contradictions …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 291

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…vour to persuade the Emperor that he was the chosen instrument of the Almighty, a belief which would have enabled him to play Maximus to little Napoleon’s Julian, was shattered once for all at Sedan. It is necessary for the reader to gain this clear conception of Levi’s inmost mind, if he is to reconcile the “contra- dictions” which leave Waite petulant and bewildered. It is the sad privilege of the higher order of mind to be able to see both sides of every question, and to appreciate the fact that both are equally tenable. Such contradictions …

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1915 · PDF PAGE 1

The World On Fire

…the Poet, Outs With It Originally published in the 1913 edition of The World on Fire or England’s Own Inferno. In point of fact, gallant little Germany is against a world in arms. Austria has been torn for many years by internal divisions; only a part of her population is of German stock. But against Germany and this one friend are arrayed Russia, France, England, Servia, Montene- gro, and Japan; and every one of these nations is throw- ing its whole diplomatic weight into the task of getting Roumania, Bulgaria, Greece, Italy, Holland, Denmark,…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 250

Diary of a Drug Fiend

236 The Diary of a Drug Fiend the first time I was glad of the war. My Red-Cross training made all the difference. There was a little fever, due to his intense weakness, and occasionally he had delirium. The obsession of the poem still enthralled him. While I was dressing the wounds he said feebly and dreamily :— “She it is, she, that found me ‘In the morphia honeymoon ; With silk and steel she bound me; In her poisonous milk she drowned me, Even now her arms surround me.” “Yes,” I said, “‘ but it’s your wife who loves you and is going to nurse…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 20

The Sword of Song

…le 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 Caird62 a mystic ! No ! You Christians shall not mask me so The plain words of your sacred books Behind friend Swedenborg his spooks ! Says Huxley63 in his works (q. v.) “The microcosmic lives chan…

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