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Page 18 of 2031899 · PDF PAGE 29
JEPHTHAH. Throbbing with fire more potent than all wine, All sting of fleshly pangs and pleasures. Oh! The god is fast upon my back ; he rides My spirit like a stallion ; for I hate The awful thong his hand is heavy with. ELEAZAR. Speak, for the god compels, and we behold. PROPHET. A harlot shall be mother of Israel. CHORUS. He speaks of her who sighed for Gilead. PROPHET. A maiden shall be slain for many men. CHORUS. A doubtful word, and who shall fathom it? | PROPHET. Thy help is from the hills and desert lands. CHORUS. Our help is from the h…
1901 · PDF PAGE 89
…OF CHANGE.” OME lives complain of their own happiness. In perfect love no sure abiding stands, In perfect faith are no immortal bands Of God and man. This passion we possess Necessitous ; insistent none the less Because we know not how its purpose brands Our lives. Even on God’s knees and in His hands : The Law of Change. “ Out, out, adulteress ! ” ? These be the furies, and the harpies these ? That discontent should sum the happiest sky ? That of all boons man lacks the greatest—rest ? Nay ! But the promise of the centuries, The certain pledge…
1910 · PDF PAGE 172
162 THE WILD ASS Wakes the lost life. I see him dress The godhead. Up he bounds and brays : The wild ass of the wilderness, The soul that sees, the soul that slays ! Inhabit the untrodden ways, Set ! Thou my god and I thy priest, Thy temple hidden in the haze Of deserts death to god or beast ! Thou who art both shalt foin and feast With me who am both, thy hates co-heir, Lord of the West and of the East The scorpions hole, the lions lair ! I kissed his mouthsublime despair ! Our souls were one ; our bodies met Yea ! darkness cover everyw…
1911 · PDF PAGE 15
AMPHORA VI O seek, O my soul, thy veridical home In the palace of GOD where the work as the will is ! There are wonderful lilies afloat in the foam, And Mary is throned in the midst of the lilies. Go seek, O my soul, in the sorrowful sea, The Cross where GOD’S agony culminates, closes ! The roses are heaped till they cover the tree, And Mary is throned in the midst of the roses. Go take, O my soul, thy poor heart that has bled To pallor and death for thine evil behaviour ! The heart of the SAVIOUR redeems it to red, And Mary is throned in the h…
1913 · PDF PAGE 341
THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES “Verily I say unto thee, that the time cometh when men shall no longer worship God, either in Jerusalem, or on this moun- tain; for God is a spirit,’ and they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth.” x THE ABSOLUTE NUMBER OF THE QABALAH Tue key of the Sephiroth. (Vide Dogme et rituel de la haute magie.) XI THE NUMBER ELEVEN ELEVEN is the number of force; it is that of strife and martyrdom. Every man who dies for an idea is a martyr, for in him the aspirations of the spirit have triumphed over the fears…
1913 · PDF PAGE 341
THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES “Verily I say unto thee, that the time cometh when men shall no longer worship God, either in Jerusalem, or on this moun- tain; for God is a spirit,’ and they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth.” x THE ABSOLUTE NUMBER OF THE QABALAH Tue key of the Sephiroth. (Vide Dogme et rituel de la haute magie.) XI THE NUMBER ELEVEN ELEVEN is the number of force; it is that of strife and martyrdom. Every man who dies for an idea is a martyr, for in him the aspirations of the spirit have triumphed over the fears…
1904 · PDF PAGE 62
…get my pretty speeches ! Flings his purse down. CARRUTHERS. O Lord Christ ! In one short day — he was a gentleman ! Sir Percival ! Would God I were dead too ! If he had lived — thank God he died ! Sir Percy, Lend me your pistol ; here’s a heart to hit ! Sir Percy descends, after taking farewell of Angela, and appears again on horse- back among his men. SIR PERCY. Arnold and Ritson, tend the wounded man ! To breakfast, gentlemen ! Looks up. Farewell ! ANGELA, waves her handkerchief and throws a kiss. Farewell ! Exeunt.
1909 · PDF PAGE 55
…tled in mystery; the little things That I have made through weariness of wit, Stars, cells, and whorls, all wonder in their wings! These Gods and men, these laws, these hieroglyphs And sigils of my fancy seem to spire In worship up mine everlasting cliffs I built between my will and my desire. They reach me not ; I made a monstrous crowd, Innumerable monuments of thought, But none is equal; this high head is bowed In vain to the wise God it would have wrought, Had not — Who sitteth on the Holy Throne Thereby must make himself to be alone. II] S…
1912 · PDF PAGE 42
…me clothes besides. FILIPPO. Theres nothing she can do. For Venice folk she leaves forgotten or undone. GIUSEPPE. Yes, shes a saint of God and a friend to every one. EUPHEMIA. She dews us with her tears she suns us with her smiles. MATTEO. By God, the guardian angel of the City of the Isles ! [The crowd, in chatting, have moved up nearly off stage. L. Enter R. ALLESSANDRO and LUCREZIA. ALESSANDRO. Now then to sound the core of the apple of our plot Sweet as it was before, theres such a thing as rot. [MARCO, a burly bravo, enters behind. Marc…
1913 · PDF PAGE 565
…ir works, said the supreme Master. This rule of judgment is infallible. If you wish me to believe in what you know, show me what you do. God, in order to exalt man to moral emancipation, hides Himself from him and abandons to him, after a fashion, the government of the world. He leaves Himself to be guessed by the grandeurs and harmonies of Nature, so that man may progressively make himself perfect by ever exalting the idea that he makes for himself of its author. Man knows God only by the names which he gives to that Being of beings, and does …
1913 · PDF PAGE 565
…ir works, said the supreme Master. This rule of judgment is infallible. If you wish me to believe in what you know, show me what you do. God, in order to exalt man to moral emancipation, hides Himself from him and abandons to him, after a fashion, the government of the world. He leaves Himself to be guessed by the grandeurs and harmonies of Nature, so that man may progressively make himself perfect by ever exalting the idea that he makes for himself of its author. Man knows God only by the names which he gives to that Being of beings, and does …
1913 · PDF PAGE 159
…But in mysterious darkness there is life . Look deep into my eyes , and thou shalt see Not theory , creed or law , but self-belief ; Not God or Jesus , but Reality ; Not poverty or riches , but - a thief. Aye, do not start ! Not one among you all Has my heroic courage ; for although You have the instincts of the criminal , You lack the resolution to be so. Search , hypocrites , your hearts, and sound them true : I rid the rich of superfluities ; No man has ever starved through me -- but you Cheat and despoil the humble poor with lies . And as f…
1901 · PDF PAGE 119
…also knew the immedicable need. She sighed, and laughed, and died. How loves exceed In that strange fact! Yet robbed (you say) are we Of God’s own purpose of fecundity. Exactly! You have read the golden rede. That is the pity of all things on earth: _ That all must have its consequence again. Life ends in death and loving ends in birth. All’s made for pleasure: man’s device is pain. And in that pain and barrenness men find Triumph on God; and the glory of the mind.
1913 · PDF PAGE 171
Victor B. Neuburg . This I knew when long ago I came to God suffused in woe , And he gave his life to me, And he died upon the tree, And the tree gave fruit and bloom , And it grew a god 's green tomb . And he rose again to be All the pulsing world to me. "SEASCAPE . ACROSS the sandy shallows The salt winds cry and mourn ; The little twittering swallows Cry out their notes ; forlorn The grass at the sea 's edge On the cliff ledge . A cold grey sky ; the wind Rustles through the trees ; Chilled grasses weep ; unkind To them the icy breeze . Brow…
1913 · PDF PAGE 176
…ominion , power, angel, throne , For unimaginable ends, and hiss , And fall. The heralds trumpet ; they are gone. Tread softly — 'tis in God ' s house thou hast been And fearfully — ' tis God that thou hast seen . 157
1911 · PDF PAGE 295
THE RITE OF LUNA But—God ! I was not content With the blasphemous secret ofyears ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsatedi Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul, In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm ofa sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed ofthe mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in t…
1911 · PDF PAGE 295
THE RITE OF LUNA But—God ! I was not content With the blasphemous secret ofyears ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsatedi Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul, In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm ofa sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed ofthe mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 219
… THE HOLY GHOST The shadows of my hopes devoured, The crowns of my intent cast down, The hate that shone, the love that lowered, Make up God’s universal frown. O Lord, O Hormakhou,! display The rosy earnest of the day ! The mighty pomp of desolate Dead kings, a pageant, moves along ; Dead queens unite in desperate, Unsatisfied, unholy song. O Khephra,? manifest in flesh, Arise, create the world afresh ! The silence of my heart is one With memory’s insatiate night ; I hardly dare to hope the sun. I seek the darkness, not the light. O Lord Harpoc…
1910 · PDF PAGE 95
42 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. The god hath on harsh face. Take me home now ! ALEXANDER to the Ist satyr What next ? How shall a babe scarce- sexed Avail when the dread offering Of the world’s mightiest king Is not received ? IST SATYR Impale You trembling fawn too frail Upon that ivory ruby rod That juts from the azure throne of God ! Then — as the scream chills the blue air, Draw the curved steel along The snow-pure throat ! Hold the bright hair Firm in one swarthy grip ; And ere the blood leap strong Suck with insensate lip That wine of Pan ! Ah, d…
1913 · PDF PAGE 328
THE EQUINOX God is He who gives life; Caesar can only give death. One must love God, and not fear Czsar; as it is written in the Holy Book, “ He that taketh the sword shall perish by the sword.” You wish to be good? Then be just. You wish to be just? Then be free. The vices which make man like the brute are the first enemies of his liberty. Consider the drunkard, and tell me if this unclean brute can be called free ! The miser curses the life of his father, and, like the crow, hungers for corpses. The goal of the ambitious man is—ruins; it is t…