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…o it will be almost impossible. So says the Dhammapada: Me he abused, and me he beat, he robbed me, he insuhed me: In whom such thoughts find harbourage, hatred will never cease to be. And this hatred is the thought which inhibits the love whose apothe- osis is Samadhi.
…ece to serve no noble ends. The traitors and the peoples and the kings That love not righteous things ; They shall behold our wrath, and find our anger stings. White slaves shall look up and behold a hight Grow in the islands of the sacred sea, And on the land whose forehead kisses night And has the dawn upon its wings, whose might Is mightier for the lips of Liberty Pressed on its new-born cheek, when Church and State Drove forth to baffle Fate Our sires and yours, whose fame is grown this year so great. That morning of deliverance is at hand;…
…to show some brilliant charge or desperate hand-to- hand struggle, he may fail to grasp its significance in his dispositions ; or indeed find it to be quite unexpected and foreign to his calculations ; yet a few years or months later the same battle may be lucidly, tersely, and connectedly described, so that a child is able to follow its varying fortunes with delight and comprehension : just so has my own observa- tion of a life-history more subtle, a battle more terrible, been at last co-ordinated : I can view the long struggle from a B 9
…here's folk that need love, pity, peace; disdain All that lacks beauty, passion, wit, and art. Yours is a mind that does not hesitate To find a word for such—" degenerate.” Xm It poisons me to think such thoughts: they mar ‘The crystal of my orgasm of hate. How can I fling from facets as they are ‘The unwavering light of it, the focussed fate? If I could only speak my thought, its curse Would char you, blast you from the Universe.
…arkness of an harlot’s bed, To make me as one dead : To loose the girders of the soul, and gain Breathing and life for the Intelligible; Find death, yet findit living. Deep as Hell I plunged the soul; by all blind Heaven unbound The spirit, freed, pierced through the maze profound, And knew Itself, an eagle for a dove. So in one man the height and deep of love Joined, in two states alternate (even so Are life and death)—shall one unite the two, My long impulsive strife? Did I find life ?. The real life—to know The ways of God. Alas! I never kne…
…afflicted by doubt, which are tortured by eighteenth-century criticism, will understand in reading it that even reason without faith can find in the Holy Book something besides stumbling-blocks; if the veils with which the divine text is covered throw a great shadow, this shadow is so marvellously designed by the interplay of light that it becomes the sole intelligible image of the divine ideal. Ideal, incomprehensible as infinity, and indispensable as the very essence of mystery! 71
…afflicted by doubt, which are tortured by eighteenth-century criticism, will understand in reading it that even reason without faith can find in the Holy Book something besides stumbling-blocks; if the veils with which the divine text is covered throw a great shadow, this shadow is so marvellously designed by the interplay of light that it becomes the sole intelligible image of the divine ideal. Ideal, incomprehensible as infinity, and indispensable as the very essence of mystery! 71
86 AMBERGRIS Till the Knowledge-Lotus flowering hides the world beneath its stem ; Neither I, nor God life-showering, find a counter- part in them. As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance of fear, Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to dis- appear, Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing bud dissever : Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are nothingness for ever. In the blessd, the enlightened, perfect eyes these visions pass, Pass and cease, poor shadows frightened, leave no stain upon the glass. One last stroke, O h…
… form of art should appeal to me. I take fits of it. I go for a month without thinking of the subject at all, and then all of a sudden I find myself with ideas and writing them down. I entirely agree that the short story is one of the most delicate and powerful forms of expression. It forms a link with poetry because one can work up to ecstasy of one kind or another in a more lyric manner than is possible in a novel; the emotion evoked is doubtless more limited, but it can be made for this very reason better defined. The ecstasy of Wuthering He…
… (For womans wits through your deceptions spy And know ye for Olympians) shall know A maidens heart no lover may win so. Farewell, and find a fairer maid to love! Farewell ! But he : Through all the silent grove I sought thee sighing—for thy love would I Consent to be a man, consent to die, Put off my godhead. If thou sayest sooth, Any thy fair words bedew the flowers of truth Nor wander in the mazy groves of lying, I will be thine—speak not to me of dying Or abdication, sith I deem so far To tempt thee were unwise—we mortals are Chary…
…ere in the sun with his foolish hair all spread about her paws. If she ever learns his secret we will put out his eyes, so that he shall find no more our beautiful things—there are lovely gates in Florence that I fear he will carry away. 207
…ere in the sun with his foolish hair all spread about her paws. If she ever learns his secret we will put out his eyes, so that he shall find no more our beautiful things—there are lovely gates in Florence that I fear he will carry away. 207
…rse to pursue. But it certainly seems easier to strip off first the things which can easily be done without. The majority of people will find most trouble with the Emotions, and thoughts which excite them. But it is both possible and necessary not merely to suppress the emotions, but to turn them into faithful servants. Thus the emotion of anger is occasionally useful against that portion of the brain whose slackness vitiates the control. If there is one emotion which is never useful, it is pride : for this reason, that it is bound up entirely …
…er- standing thereof, conceive only of Darkness and Confusion, beholding Evil therein. Thus at last they come, as did the Manichæans, to find, to their Terror, a Division even in the one, not that Division which we know for the Craft of Love, but a Division of Hate. And this, multiplying itself, Conflict upon Conflict, endeth in Hotchpot, and in the Impotence and Envy of Choronzon, and in the Abominations of the Abyss. And of such the Lords are the Black Brothers, who seek by their Sorceries to confirm themselves in Division, yet in this even i…
… which is written: " Oh my God, disguise thy glory I Come as a thief, and let us steal away the sacraments ! " In the following verse we find that Taffy is " in bed," owing to the operation of the sacrament. The great task of the Alchemist has been accomplished; the mercury is fixed. One can then take the Holy Dagger, and separate the Caput Mortuum from the Elixir. Some Alchemists believe that the beef represents that
…he fourth, have endured atrocious suffering from the contrary quality to that with which the female egoist is generally re- proached. I find you ungracious, Oh too fortu- nate mortals, in complaining of the imperfec- tions of your mistresses. This was said in a very serious voice by a man of easy and composed aspect, of an al- most clerical physiognomy, unhappily lighted by eyes of clear gray: eyes of that kind whose glance says, I will, or You must, or, I never forgive.
…ere seen of Men, that they might rejoice in My Fertility: that My Sister might partake of My Great Light. O Light of God, when wilt thou find the heart of man— write not! I would not that men know the Sorrow of my Heart, Amen! I turned me to the West, and the Archangel bore a flaming Book, on which was written AN in Enochian. Within was drawn a fiery scorpion, yet cold withal. Until the Book of the East be opened! Until the hour sound!
…imaginings concerning death, as ‘The Dream? and «The Recall,’ and any reader with a liking for verse of an unconventional character will find several pieces after his taste.” —The Daily Telegraph. “Here is a poet of promise.”—The Daily Chronicle. “It is not often that energy and poetic feeling are united so happily as in this little book.”—The Morning Leader. “There is promise and some fine lines in these verses.”— The Times. TO BE OBTAINED OF PROBSTHAIN & CO. 41 GREAT RUSSELL STREET, LONDON, W.C. And all Booksellers WIELAND & CO. SIGNS AND SYM…
…imaginings concerning death, as ‘The Dream? and «The Recall,’ and any reader with a liking for verse of an unconventional character will find several pieces after his taste.” —The Daily Telegraph. “Here is a poet of promise.”—The Daily Chronicle. “It is not often that energy and poetic feeling are united so happily as in this little book.”—The Morning Leader. “There is promise and some fine lines in these verses.”— The Times. TO BE OBTAINED OF PROBSTHAIN & CO. 41 GREAT RUSSELL STREET, LONDON, W.C. And all Booksellers WIELAND & CO. SIGNS AND SYM…
…lected, not without some amusement, that my room being on the sixth story, and the staircase extremely narrow, that the man was bound to find it rather difficult to make the ascent, and to catch in many a place the corners of his merchandise. At last he appeared. Having examined all his glasses with curiosity, I said to him: What, you have no coloured glasses?Rose glasses, red glasses, blue glasses, magic glasses, glasses of Paradise! You impudent fellow; you dare to walk about in the poor quarters of the town, and you have not even glasses w…