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Page 20 of 1081903 · PDF PAGE 109
…oer.” Timon of Athens. The little money that we had to spend Was gone long since : the little more I stole Followed : I pledged than all things but my soul (On which the usurers refused to lend) To raise our utmost, till a ship should send Much plenty from the Sunset : to control And stop her yet a little while, the whole I meant to waste before the week should end. Thus we went Northward to the capital, Desolate huts and ways funereal, An hateful town ; earthquake and heat and rain Made the place wretched, did not love enchain There even as he…
1922 · PDF PAGE 121
Vedere Napoli e poi—pro patrid—mori 107 most ordinary things about the journey. I didn’t even know in which direction we were travelling, whether the Alps came next, or which tunnel we were taking; whether we passed tarough Florence, or the difference between Geneva and Genoa. Those who are familiar with the route will realise how hopelessly my mind was entangled. I hardly knew morn- ing from evening. I have described things with absolute confidence which could not possibly have taken place. We kept on getting up and looking at the map on the p…
1901 · PDF PAGE 94
…d fades, and dies. By the potent starry speeches; By the spells of mystic kings; By the magic passion teaches; By the strange and sacred things By whose power the master reaches To the stubborn fiery springs; By the mystery of the beaches , Where the siren Sibyl sings; I will hold her, live and bleeding; Clasp her to me, pale and pleading;
1903 · PDF PAGE 86
…ur boat forward, or the storm and spark Of lightning lamp or shroud us in the dark, Careless if ever land again we find, Careless of all things (this love being blind), We put to sea. O gladly stand and mark The diamond headland fall behind our barque, Wrapped in shrine-shadow of love’s central mind ! We are alone to-day on the strange sea, Divider of the dawn’s divinity From sunset’s splendour : our eternal noon Of love recks little of eternity— And though the moon is dying, ourselves may swoon, One deathless shape of the large-breasted moon. …
1903 · PDF PAGE 44
…se and amber dress, With broidery of old gold. Her hair Was long and starry, gilded red. Her face was laughter, shapen fair By the sweet things she thought and said. Her whiteness rustled as she walked. Her hair sang tunes across the air. She sighed, laughed, whispered, never talked. She smiled, and loves devout and rare Flickered about the room. She stayed Still in the dusk : her body sang Out full and clear “‘O love me!” Rang The silver couplets undismayed, Bright, bold, convincing. In her eyes 42
1904 · PDF PAGE 26
…ength of my blood, The heat of my body, The birth of my wit. To hell with the flood Of words ! Were I God, he Had made me as fit For all things as now, But added a brow Cool — O how cool ! Fool ! Fool ! Fool ! With a terrible laugh he springs out of sight down the crags. SCENE III SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, in the Hall. O the gloom of these distasteful tomes ! The horror of the secrets here discovered ! Wake, ye salamandrines ; sleep, ye gnomes ! Were those the sylphs that round me hovered
1922 · PDF PAGE 253
…d imperfection; and that the nature of thought of whatever kind, must ultimately be insanity, because it expresses the relations between things, and never the things in themselves. It became evident that the sorrow of the Universe was caused by the desire of manifestation, and that death could not do more than suppress one form of existence in favour of another. Of course, the smpasse is complete. There seems to be no solution of the problem. It is a vicious circle. At the same time, by acquiescence in actuality, the insane insistence on one’s …
1929 · PDF PAGE 21
…s of mistakes. There being but one more to make, he made it; and, finding himself in the frying-pan of discovery, leapt into the fire of things irrevocable and not to be forgotten. His fat, heavy-jowled, coarse face all twitching, he fell on his knees and clasped his hands together. So you found me out? Don't, don't give away your poor old father, Gertie! My little Gertie! There was a silence. Excuse me, father, said the girl at last, but I've just had a glimpse of you for the first time in my life, and it's a bit of a shock. I must think.…
1906 · PDF PAGE 72
…nout, Some mother ripped, some baby slain, Let lust move silently about :— Soft laughter hid in all, song whispering out! Then let these things of form decay, Some subtler dream dissolve their form, As I have seen a cloudlet lay Its forehead on the sea, and pray Some idle prayer to sunset, or the storm ! Yea! as a cloud in worship-trance Swoons in invisible delight, Let slave and king, let death and dance Shake off their forms, and clothe their light In shrouds of sepulchre, the starless night ! Let song and cry leave tune and tone, Perish uncr…
1910 · PDF PAGE 465
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Touched the extreme, the giant goal! Yea! all things in that hour transcended, All power in his sublime control, All felt, all thought, all comprehended— “ How is it, then, the quest ” (he saith) “Ts not—at last |!—achieved and ended? Why taste I not the Bounteous Breath, Receive the Goodly Gift of Grace? Now, kind king-eagle (by God’s death !), Restore me to mine ancient place! I am advantaged nothing then!” Then swooped he from the Byss of Space, And set the knight amid the fen. “God!” quoth Sir Palamede, “th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 465
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Touched the extreme, the giant goal! Yea! all things in that hour transcended, All power in his sublime control, All felt, all thought, all comprehended— “ How is it, then, the quest ” (he saith) “Ts not—at last |!—achieved and ended? Why taste I not the Bounteous Breath, Receive the Goodly Gift of Grace? Now, kind king-eagle (by God’s death !), Restore me to mine ancient place! I am advantaged nothing then!” Then swooped he from the Byss of Space, And set the knight amid the fen. “God!” quoth Sir Palamede, “th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 247
…e where All is One. Where onze is ALL I am, and I am—None! “Words! ‘ Tis ever words, and I am stranded With words, and tangled skeins of Things to Be. Each word denies a word, and all are branded Within my brain, and I must strive to see The subtly sneering forms, the leering faces Of words each word calls up. For me, No GRACE is.” ETHEL ARCHER. x ° 209
1913 · PDF PAGE 247
…e where All is One. Where onze is ALL I am, and I am—None! “Words! ‘ Tis ever words, and I am stranded With words, and tangled skeins of Things to Be. Each word denies a word, and all are branded Within my brain, and I must strive to see The subtly sneering forms, the leering faces Of words each word calls up. For me, No GRACE is.” ETHEL ARCHER. x ° 209
1944 · PDF PAGE 98
…n were stolen, sacrificed, and eaten. The belief persists to this day. In every symbol of this card there is the allusion to the highest things and most remote. Even the horns of the goat are spiral, to represent the movement of the all‐pervading energy. Zoroaster defines God as “having a spiral force”. Compare the more recent, if less profound, writings of Einstein1. 1Compare Saturn, at one end of the Seven Sacred Wanderers, with the Moon at the other: the aged man and the young girl—see “The Formula of Tetragrammaton”. They are linked as no o…
1907 · PDF PAGE 320
… when I love my God ? What is he whom my soul feels above itself ? I have tried to grasp it in my own intelligence , above all images of things , but at the moment when I reach that seat of being I cannot fix my gaze , and I fall back helpless into the common thoughts . I have carried away nothing from this vision but a memory full of love , and as it were a regretful longing for things whose perfume is felt but which are out of reach . What is it, then , that I love , O my God when I love you ? It is not 1 2 Gargoyles , vol . iii, pp . 85 , 86…
1910 · PDF PAGE 143
…ght not ruffle his self- conquered self, must perturb the minds of his followers, * We have seen how in the Chandogya Upanishad that all things, including even the four Vedas, are called “nama eva”—mere name. Now in “The Ques- tions of King Milinda” we find Nagasena stating that all things but “name and form,” the difference between which lies in that “Whatever is gross therein is form:’” whatever is subtle, mental, is “name.” But that both are dependent on each other, and spring up, not separately, but together. “The Questions of King Milinda,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 143
…ght not ruffle his self- conquered self, must perturb the minds of his followers, * We have seen how in the Chandogya Upanishad that all things, including even the four Vedas, are called “nama eva”—mere name. Now in “The Ques- tions of King Milinda” we find Nagasena stating that all things but “name and form,” the difference between which lies in that “Whatever is gross therein is form:’” whatever is subtle, mental, is “name.” But that both are dependent on each other, and spring up, not separately, but together. “The Questions of King Milinda,…
1922 · PDF PAGE 371
… of the human instrument which was doing “my” work. Nor had there been any love before, while love meant nothing but the manifold stupid things that people ordinarily mean by it. Love, as I meant it now, was an affirmation of the inevitable unity between the two impersonal halves of the work. It was the physical embodiment of our spiritual truth. My wife didnot answer. There was no need. Her understanding was perfect. We united with the un- conscious ecstasy of nature. Articulate human language was an offence to our spiritual rapture. Our union…
1913 · PDF PAGE 134
…n his race , The moon that on her errand burned And stars a- dance in the halls of space . The plant that flowered and yearly fell , All things that went and came in dust , River and sea , contrived a spell To choke the strength of pain and lust . Till memory rounded life to a whole , And fear expanding grew to awe , And in a universal soul I dreamed a universal law . 115
1954 · PDF PAGE 91
58 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS can always be reduced to "One"; and "One" itself is no better , because, among other things, it finds itself forced to deny the very premises on which it was founded . Shall we be any better off if we assume that Ex nihilo nihil fit is a falsehood , that the origin of All Things is Nothing? Let us see! O. Shall we first glance at the mathematical aspect of Nothing? (Including its identical equation in Logic.) This I worked out so long ago as 1902 e.g. in Berashith, which you will find reprinted in The Sword of Song, and …