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1905 · PDF PAGE 80

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…eath. All hail ! JEPHTHAH. Go then, refresh yourselves. Sleep well to-night ! [ will send messages to their dread lord [Leder a Herald [emanding his fell purpose, threatening My present aid to you with men of valour Chosen of all your tribes, and charging him As he loves life, and victory, to content. [lis army with their present, brief success, Lest he pass by the barrier of our suffer- ing, And find our wrath no broken sword, and find Despair more terrible than hope. Go now! A SOLDIER. We go, my lord, less readily to sleep Than if you bade us…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 171

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…nd pale With their long labour: wizard spire and dome That maidens grown magicians had for home, Where the charmed sword and graven talisman Held them supremely floating on the foam Where cloudier seas innavigably roll, Misty with elemental shape or soul, Thin grey essential nebulze of man, Caught in the mesh of magical control ! All these are beautiful and shapen so That every bastion flames a separate glow Of changing colour: all] detestable, Abhorrent, since the goodly-seeming show Is one large lie of cruelty and lust, Carven from spectral i…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 69

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…d it here How beautiful that beauty is to me, That life that bears Death’s sigil! traced too clear, Blue lines within the beauty that is man. MARGARET. THE moon spans Heaven’s architrave ; Stars in the deep are set ; Written in gold on the day’s grave, ‘* To love, and to forget ;” And sea-winds whisper o’er the wave The name of Margaret. A heart of gold, a flower of white, A blushing flame of snow, She moves like latticed moons of light— And O! her voice is low, Shell-murmurs borne to Amphitrite, Exulting as they go. Her stature waves, as if a …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 59

Moonchild

…of electric lamps, a flat shade covering these from above. The top of this shade is just about on the level of the eyes of a fairly tall man, standing. I can see clear over it from the edge of the table without straining. "Well, we went down to dinner, and the Poltergeist was exceptionally active all through the meal. The medium was exceedingly distressed by his insistence on the mysterious injunction to look out for game. It was only at dessert that the problem was solved. The medium screamed out suddenly, 'Oh! he's pinching my neck!' — and a …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 60

Moonchild

…ion, we came — surely led by some mysterious Providence — to the very poulterer whom I had seen in the morning. I led her to that worthy man. 'Yes, my lord,' he replied to my urbane question with affable obsequience, 'this is the lady to whom I sold the quail.' She contradicted the statement brusquely; she had never been in the shop in her life. We proceeded on our walk. 'Tell me,' I said, 'exactly what you did do when you were out yesterday.' 'Nothing at all,' she answered. 'I went and sat in the park for a little. Presently my sister came and…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 97

Moonchild

… in work of this special kind; she has made a particular study of it for twenty years; and during the past ten she has never spoken to a man, except in strict necessity. Her pupils

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1910 · PDF PAGE 358

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…s interesting as the present one, we may “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 th…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 358

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…s interesting as the present one, we may “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 th…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 73

Moonchild

…nevitable; and such moral problems as the cruelty of organic life return to their real insignificance. The almost comic antinomy between man's size and his intelligence is reduced; and although the mystery of the Universe remains unsolved, at least it is a rational mystery, and neither senseless nor intolerable. "Let us now come down to a simple practical point. Here is a soul anxious to communicate with other souls. He can only do it by obtaining a mind and body. Now you'll notice, taking that cone image of ours again, that any section of it i…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 145

Moonchild

…re joined, and the goat as he died was to repeat the miracle wrought in long ages past upon that other victim, by coming to life again humanized by the contact of the ghost of the sorcerer. It is not permissible to describe this ritual in detail; it is too execrably efficient; but the Turk, brought up in a merciful and cleanly religion, with but few stains of savagery upon it, faltered and nigh fainted; only his desire for Lisa, which had become a soul-tempest, held him to the circle. And indeed the brains of them all were awhirl. As Eliphaz Le…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 53

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…deadly calm, And fills with perfect balm The night’s unquiet psalm That wanders all too trembling up, and quivers as a flower. ‘The wise man opens wide His casement, as a bride Flings her bright arms to meet her spouse homeward who hasteneth ; He trims his lamp, and brings The books of many kings To spread their holy wings About his head, and sing to him the secret ways of death. Iie knows, and doth not fear; His will is keen and clear ; Ilis lips are silent to protect the secret mysteries. No tempter spreads his net So that his thoughts forget…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 210

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…, Hell’s cries thy litany | Thy mitre sits, divided strength, to end thy church and thee !” The third face spake and said: ** Welcome, O Man, to Death! Thy little span of life is sped, Sighed out thy little breath. The worm that never dies is thine; the fire that lingereth !” ‘¢ Three voices has thy frame, Their music is but one. Fool-demon, slave of night and shame, That canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God:? make thou homage and orison !” The wild heads. sank in fear: Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance crept of many a year, Ba…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 117

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…e. No time to be, no light to live. Earth’s need to these hath hope to give. Above be various shapes of labour, The bodily strength, the manual skill ; They shape the anvil and the sabre, The ploughshare and the bolt; they fill The myriad will of brains that boil: Their fame be thine, O Tower of Toil ! Here set the travailers of land ; Here the young shepherd, fluteless now ; The mariner with tarry hand ; The clerk, with pale and foolish brow, His brain bought cheap for brainless grind: The bloodless martyr of the mind ! Grow up the grades, O g…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 33

Collected Works (Vol. III)

WHY JESUS WEPT 27 (Nay, you are cold! Like a dead man, perhaps !) I would get gladness of the royal force Of armed insistence against my restraint. ‘What is worth while, though, to a woman found Fragrant and fearful to a host of men Even yet? they throng me, hunt me! should I Do this unutterable wickedness? Because that Moina Marjoribanks grins and boasts She will achieve him? Angela, not so! For its own sweet, most damnable sake, say yes | Why Look to those cheeks, redress the red-gold | hair, Awake the giant wit, the master sin That is, for a…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 11

Temperance: A Tract for the Times

…e I reck—but, assume the existence of earth, Am I born to be hanged by the neck, a curse from the hour of my birth? Am I born to abolish man’s guilt? His horrible heritage, awe? Or a seed in his wantonness spilt by a jester? I care not a straw, For I understand Do what thou wilt; and that is the whole of the Law.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 273

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…er's Magazine.” [The philosophical premisses of this and the other essays in this volume should be studied in ; Keynes. Formal Logic. Erdmann. History of Philosophy. Berkeley. Three Dialogues «.r-.A. Hume. Works. Kant. Prolegomena: Reason. Locke. Human Understanding. Huxley. Essays (Philosophical). Critique of Pure TIME. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN A BRITISH SCEPTIC AND AN INDIAN MYSTIC. . Scepticus. Well, my dear Babu, I trust you have slept well after our fatiguing talk of yesterday. | Mysticus. Ah, dear Mister, if you will forgive my adopting what is…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 77

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ROIT’S DOOR 71 FLORIMOND. O this miserable sot ! [Crouches again, DENYS sees him. DENYS. O thank God! Here's another poor devil, a gentleman by his clothes, and a thief by his manner, and I daresay a good fellow. [Goes to FLORIMOND and slaps him on the back.] Sir, do you know this cursed Paris? My inn, which I have lost, is the Sign of the Green Grass—I should say the Field o’ Spring--and ’tis hard by the Church of St. Anselm, that is hard by,the river, and the hardest of all is that neither church, inn, nor river can I find this devil ofa nigh…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 29

Moonchild

… one; for there is no reason why obsession by a baby's soul or mind should interfere with adult reflexes. The real reason is that this woman comes from the lowest sewers of Buda-Pesth. She was a common prostitute at the age of nine, and only took up this game as a better speculation. It is part of her pleasure to abuse the licence we allow her by such bestialities: it is a mark of her black envy; she does not understand that her foulness does not so much as soil our shoe-heather." Despite her years of practice in the art of not understanding En…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 113

Moonchild

… it proceeded. He was as comprehensive as the Catalogue of the British Museum — and almost as extensive. But he was not arranged. Such a man was not to be deterred by two failures, or forty-two. Indeed, but for the frank criticism of Gates, he would have counted them successes. For his third experiment he chose "The Wonder-working Serpent," whose possession confers the power of attracting love. The appeal lay in the failure of Abdul to make any impression upon Lisa, whom he had courted in characteristically local manner by appearing, guitar in …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 85

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…holiest fire that encloses Gray flame? on the holiest brow. So midnight with magic reposes, And slumbers to visions bow. For the soul of man, being free, shall pass the gates of God, | And_ the spirit find the Sea by the feet of clim ? untrod, And the flesh, a lifeless ember, in ashen fear vrow cold, As the lives before remember the perished hours of gold. [ xeunt all but JEPHTHAH. JEPHTHAH. Surely, my God, now I am left alone Kneeling before Thy throne, T may grow beautiful, even I, to see Thy beauty fair and free. For on the vast expanses of …

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