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Page 188 of 2031944 · PDF PAGE 61
…the Ankh, which represents a sandal‐strap; that is to say, the means of progress through the worlds, which is the distinguishing mark of godhead. But, by its shape, this Ankh (crux ansata) is actually another form of the Rose and Cross, and this fact is perhaps not quite such an acci‐ dent as modern Egyptologists, preoccupied with their attempted refutation of the Phallic school of Archaeology, would have us suppose. The other form of Thoth represents him primarily as Wisdom and the Word. He bears in his right hand the Style, in his left the Pa…
1905 · PDF PAGE 187
…rely her wings are rosy, and her feet Black as the wind of frost ; but oh! her face ! Whoso may know it is no more a man, But walks with God, and sees the Lady sweet Whose body was the vehicle of yrace. WEDLOCK. A SONNET. I saw the Russian peasants 1! build a ring Of glowing embers of the bubbling pine. In the green heart o’ the salamander line They scatter roses. Now the youngsters spring Within, who with hard-shut eyes hope to bring Irom out the fiery circle one divine Blossom of rose, as from a poisonous mine Gold comes to gird the palace of…
1907 · PDF PAGE 154
…horeland, one by one ; Forgetful kisses like a dream’s possess All the low-lying land, And, statelier than the swaying form Of some loud God, lifting the storm In his disastrous hand, Steps the sweet-voiced, the mellow motherhood Glad of the sun’s kiss, full of life, well wooed And won and brought to his bed, Proud of her rhythm in the lusty kiss, Triumphant and exulting in the mood Wherein her being is Crowned with a husband’s head, And left in solitude which is not soli- tude. She strides with mighty steps across the glade Laughing, her bosom…
1910 · PDF PAGE 358
… “con- tinue the motion.” Kant’s categories are in type similar to the Sephiroth of the Qabalah emana- tions from an unknown “x” sign or God, and whether this sign is called “a priori,” “autonomy” or “categorical affirmative” matters no whit. Kant’s ethics are futile, and to an intellect like Schopenhauer’s absolutely childish. Kant never could understand “morality” because he never transcended the reason, practically, or even theoretically. If there is a moral law in the Formative World it is probably the line of least resistance. But the proo…
1910 · PDF PAGE 358
… “con- tinue the motion.” Kant’s categories are in type similar to the Sephiroth of the Qabalah emana- tions from an unknown “x” sign or God, and whether this sign is called “a priori,” “autonomy” or “categorical affirmative” matters no whit. Kant’s ethics are futile, and to an intellect like Schopenhauer’s absolutely childish. Kant never could understand “morality” because he never transcended the reason, practically, or even theoretically. If there is a moral law in the Formative World it is probably the line of least resistance. But the proo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 250
…n the peach is fine ; The blossom on thy cheek is mine ! O kiss me—if you dare ! I called thee by the name of love That mothers fear and gods approve, And maidens blush to say— O Gretchen, meet me in the dell We know and love, who love so well, While morn is cold and gray ! So, match thy blushes to the dawn ; Thy bosom to the rising moon, Until our loves to earth have drawn Some new bewitching tune. Come, Gretchen, in the dusk of day, Where nymphs and dryads creep away Beneath the oaks, to laugh and play And sink in lover’s swoon. We'll sing th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 130
…rd not in vain, lay down And died, to pass where cold and any pain Are not. So still the night is, like the crown Most white of the high God that glittereth ! The stars surround the moon, and Nereids drown Their rippled tresses in her golden breath. Let us keep watch, my true love, caught at last Between my hands, and not remember death. Only bethink us of the daylight past, The Jong chase oversea, the storm, the speed Whereby we ran before the leaping blast, And left the swift pursuers at our need With one wrecked dragon and one shattered; yea…
1905 · PDF PAGE 209
…d petals of divided light ; Its leaves of the most radiant emerald ; Its heart of fire like rubies. At the sight I lifted up my heart to God and called : How shall I pluck this dream of my desire? And lo! there shaped itself the Cross of Fire! HAPPINESS. Ir is the seasonable sun of spring That gilds the all-rejuvenescent air— New buds, young birds, so‘happy in the rare Fresh life of earth: myself am bound to sing, Feeling the resurrection crown me king. I am so happy as men never were. Of sorrow much, of suffering a share, Leave me unmoved, or …
1906 · PDF PAGE 20
…my hair, And all thy dark caresses wear sin’s raiment on thy melting lips— Nay, by the witchcraft of thy charms to sleep, nor dream that God survive ; To wake, this only to contrive-—fresh passions in thy naked arms ; And, at that moment when thy breath mixes with mine, like wine, to call Each memory, one merged into all, to kiss, to sleep, to mate with death ! THE NATIVITY. CHRISTMAS 1897. THE Virgin lies at Bethlehem. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) The root of David shoots a stem. (O Holy Spirit, pity her !) She lies alone amid the…
1907 · PDF PAGE 55
… GRABSON J, It was her bath-night. Sir HERPES Z. Ah! enamel! But why did it hurt her? SIR GRABSON J. (Jmpressively.) It is the finger of God ! The Poet concludes. Now I have written four-and-twenty hours Without a decent rest by Kandy Lake. VOL. Ill. I invoke the urgent elemental powers To bring all to an end for Buddha’s sake. I must bid all ye matrons fond farewell, Knowing your inmost thoughts; that, had ye dared, Ye would be just as far e rouze for hell As Angela, the gentle Lady Baird ; And all ye youths, aware that Percy’s fall Is somethi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 157
…o the sacred fountains draw Essences of dim being, mated With lofty substance uncreated, Concluding the full period That makes all being God. SAFI (disguzsed in the mask of a tort). I lift the censer. From the vast hall of death ! cries Hail, immortal queen, Dead Horus Towards the dawn, Bid me awake, O mother ! O mother ! from the darkness of the tomb, That live Osiris may cry back to thee, O spouse ! O sister! from the halls of life, The profound lake, the immeasurable depth, The sea of the three Loves!, O mother, mother ! Isis, the voice that…
1906 · PDF PAGE 16
…foam over with kisses obscene— Mingle and weep for what years have been. Never a son nor a daughter grow From your waste limbs, lest the goddess weep; Fill up the ranks from the babes that sleep Far in the arms of a god of snow. Conquer the world, that her throne may keep _- More of its pride, and its secret woe Flow through all earth as the rivers flow. Which of the gods is like thee, our queen? . Venus Callipyge, nameless, nude, Thou with the knowledge of all indued, Secrets of life and the dreams that mean Loves that are not, as are mortals’…
1907 · PDF PAGE 173
…By dreams deceived and maddened ! It might be—the delusive dance, The shadowy form I saw, Apollo’s misty quivering lance Thrown to elude God’s law; It might be—doth the maid advance, Evanish, or withdraw? So stung by certainty’s mistrust, Or tranced in dream of sin, Or blinded by some Panic dust, By Dionysian din Deafened, arose the laughing lust To fling my body in! I stood upon the rock, and cried, And held my body high (Not caring if I lived or died) Erect against the sky: Then plunged into the wheeling tide, And vanished utterly. ‘*O shape …
1911 · PDF PAGE 169
…ay 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. Wm. Rider & Son. S:. 64’. net. A most interesting and fairly able book. Mr Carrington’s hysteria is thorough…
1911 · PDF PAGE 169
…ay 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. Wm. Rider & Son. S:. 64’. net. A most interesting and fairly able book. Mr Carrington’s hysteria is thorough…
1906 · PDF PAGE 226
…and she spat black foam and froth. Foul was the hag and evil, yet our Father bowed down flat on his face to the earth. ‘‘ Holy Virgin of God,” said he, ‘‘ what dost thou here? What wilt thou with thy servant?” At that she stank so that the air gasped about her, like a fish brought out of the sea. So she told him she was gathering simples for her daughter that had died to bury her withal. Now no simples grew in the desert. Therefore our Father drew with his sword lines of power in the sand, so that a black and terrible demon appeared squeezing u…
1944 · PDF PAGE 27
…or, the Hierophant, the Lovers, the Chariot, Lust, the Wheel of Fortune, Adjustment, the Hanged Man, Death, Art, the Devil, the House of God, the Star, the Moon, the Sun, the Aeon, the Universe. Obviously these are not plain, straightforward symbolic representations of the signs, elements and planets concerned. They are rather hieroglyphs of peculiar mysteries connected with each. One may begin to suspect that the Tarot is not a mere straightforward representation of the Universe in the impersonal way of the system of the Yî King. The Tarot is …
1905 · PDF PAGE 241
…o his face, And, kissing, kill him! Thus to hold him fast, Drawing his human spirit into mine For strength, for life, for poison! Ah, my God ! These pangs, these torments! See! the sleeper wakes ! Iam triumphant! For he reaches out The sleepy arms, and turns the drowsy head To catch the dew dissolving of my lip. Wake, lover, wake! Thy Venus waits for thee ! Draw back, look, hunger !—and thy mouth is mine ! TANNHAUSER. ‘©Once I will shew Me waking. Destiny ‘* Adds one illusion to thee. Yet, Oh child! ‘‘ Vet will I not forsake thee ; for thy soul…
1905 · PDF PAGE 95
… fume and must and juice, Singing lest our eyes escape All his tunic wried and louse With the feet that softly trod Tn the vat the fairy god. Never more our eyes shall swim, Lovking for the love of him In the magic moon that bent Over maidens moon-content, When the summer woods were wet With our dewy songs, that set Quivering all seas and snows, Stars and tender winds that fret Lily, lily, laughing rose, Sighing, sighing violet, Dusky pansy, swaying rush, And the stream that flows Singing, ringing softly: Flush! Listen to the bird that goes Woo…
1938 · PDF PAGE 24
…e, he called to my memory two other writings from a compilation of certain Jews of old: All have sinned, and come short of the glory of God; and this: The thought of foolishness is sin. Now did I understand that all men live in sin, being baulked of their True Will, that is, of the free function of their essential nature. This restriction cometh much from their ignorance of what their True Will is, and much from external hindrance, but most of all from the interference of ill-controlled parts of their own instruments, the body and mind. For…