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…lack vomit of fire and smoke in their fury. I saw Thee in these. 6. I saw the petty, the quarrelsome, the selfish, —-they were like men, Ο Lord, they were even like unto men. I saw Thee in these. 53
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…lack vomit of fire and smoke in their fury. I saw Thee in these. 6. I saw the petty, the quarrelsome, the selfish, —-they were like men, Ο Lord, they were even like unto men. I saw Thee in these. 53
Treads the impending glacier. Now, now he strikes the steep black ice That leads to the last neck. By Her That bore the Lord, by what device May he pass there? Yet still he moves, Ardent and steady, as if the price Of death were less than life approves, As if on eagles’ wings he mounted, Or as on angels’ wings—or love’s! So, all the journey he discounted, Holding the goal. Supreme he stood. Upon the summit; dreams uncounted, Worlds of sublime beatitude ! He passed beyond. The All he hath touched, And dropped to vile desuetude. What lay beyond? …
… birth in all that multitude. “Brother Abhavananda, 4 little friend,” said the Buddha, “what can we predicate of all existin things? ” “ Lord!” replied the neophyte, “they are unstable, every thing is sorrow, in them is no inward Principle, as some pretend, that can avoid, that can hold itself aloof from, the forces of decay.” “And how do y ou know that, little Brother?” smiled the Thrice-Honoured One. “Lord, I perceive this Truth wheneverI 1 Thirst: i.e. desire in its evil sense. 2 Ignorance. 3 Doubt. 4 “Bliss-of-non-existence.” One of Crowley…
…y man depart unto his house. CHORUS. He hath made His face as a fire; His wrath as a sword; He hath smitten our soul’s desire; He is the Lord.
…’s hand he laid the sword : With reverent ear The poet listened to His word Cleansed through of fear. The brightness of the glory of the Lord Grew adamant, a spear! And when he took the falchion in his hand Lo! kings and princes bowed to his command. 217
… the trees ; with fierce constraint Hardly one ray Pierced to the ragged earth about their roots that lay. VIII I wandered, crying on my Lord. I wandered Eagerly seeking everywhere. The stores of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space— Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face | IX At last I came unto the well, my soul. In that still glass, I saw no sign 95
… the trees ; with fierce constraint Hardly one ray Pierced to the ragged earth about their roots that lay. VIII I wandered, crying on my Lord. I wandered Eagerly seeking everywhere. The stores of life that on my lips he squandered Grew into shrill cries of despair, Until the dryads frightened and dumfoundered Fled into space— Like to a demon-king’s was grown my maiden face | IX At last I came unto the well, my soul. In that still glass, I saw no sign 95
… waits for the moon, We wait, we wait, an hungry pain, For tidings from the battle plain-— If those we love are hurt or slain, Or if the Lord hath smitten again The legions of the Cross, and hewn A path of blood where glory flares. The sabre strikes, the trumpet blares, The warhorse neighs,—Oh let us see The Crescent borne to victory] LAYLAH. Is there no news? FATMA. It is rumoured that the battle has begun. LEDMIYA. Under the very walls of Jerusalem ! ABDUL KHAN. Within the southern gate. FATMA. Many, many will fall. - Alas, alas!
… waits for the moon, We wait, we wait, an hungry pain, For tidings from the battle plain-— If those we love are hurt or slain, Or if the Lord hath smitten again The legions of the Cross, and hewn A path of blood where glory flares. The sabre strikes, the trumpet blares, The warhorse neighs,—Oh let us see The Crescent borne to victory] LAYLAH. Is there no news? FATMA. It is rumoured that the battle has begun. LEDMIYA. Under the very walls of Jerusalem ! ABDUL KHAN. Within the southern gate. FATMA. Many, many will fall. - Alas, alas!
…wing to each other equipoised , The space each yields to each restored , Hear ye not in their margins noised The rhythmic praises of the Lord ? All beasts that grow from dust at last Give back to dust the growth they got , Yet gender ere their time be past Seed of their kind that faileth not ; And man who ponders , who repeats Songs which the mind of God rehearse , Sprung from the dust in death completes The balance of the Universe . 117
…ng of the company of heaven. Every man and every woman is a star. Every number is infinite; there is no difference. . Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before the Children of men! 6. Be thou Hadit, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue|! 7. Behold! it is revealed by Aiwass the minister of Hoor- paar-kraat. 8. The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs. 9. Worship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you! 1o. Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known. 11. These are fools that men ador…
…ng of the company of heaven. Every man and every woman is a star. Every number is infinite; there is no difference. . Help me, o warrior lord of Thebes, in my unveiling before the Children of men! 6. Be thou Hadit, my secret centre, my heart & my tongue|! 7. Behold! it is revealed by Aiwass the minister of Hoor- paar-kraat. 8. The Khabs is in the Khu, not the Khu in the Khabs. 9. Worship then the Khabs, and behold my light shed over you! 1o. Let my servants be few & secret: they shall rule the many & the known. 11. These are fools that men ador…
…, Pass, though they seem to sink in night, To dawns more perdurably bright. So priest and people join to praise The secret wisdom of the Lord, Awaiting the arisen rays That smite through heaven as a sword
…th ! ” “ 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, Barred gates of Paradise. Again the Voice rolled in the deep, mingled with murmuring sighs : “ I mind me of the day One came from Death to me ; His soul was weary of the day, His look was melancholy ; He bade me open in the Name that binds Eternity.
…ping, wise, inept, Still thou didst seek. Those foolish ways On which thy folly stumbled, leapt, All led to the one goal. Now praise Thy Lord that He hath brought thee through To win the quest!” The good knight lays
…silliness of Rome, You'll forgive me, will you not? SCENE XIilI.! The Meeting-House of the Brethren Gathered Together To The Name Of The Lord Jesus, sub-section Anti-Ravenite of the Exclusive section. They are of course Anti-Stewart, and sound on the Ramsgate Question, while observing an armed neu- trality in the matter of Mr. Kelly’s action.” In the midst a table with a loaf and a bottle: also, by their own account, Jesus Christ. Forms, varnished yellow, around it, them, and (I suppose) Him. On one of them is a blackboard with the notice in wh…
outlines — we'll talk after dinner — on the road." Cyril took a chair. To his delight, an aide-de-camp, Lord Juventius Mellor, an exquisite young dandy with a languid lisp, who, in time of peace, had been pupil and private secretary of Simon Iff, came to greet him. "Ju, dear boy, help me out. I've got to tell Cripps something, and he'll think I'm mad. It's bluff, too; but it's true for all that — and it's the one chance in the world." "Right O!" "Are we retreating again?" "All through the night. There's not a dog's chance to save Paris, and the…
…se thou art he that obeyeth not my power and obeyeth not that law which amapo Mada, od ge-llarebesa sapabe od jijipabe, das ol vinu, the Lord God made, and obeyeth not the Mighty Sounds and the Living Breath which I invoke, Das gobus: Miisa, ol, Das odiredDoO Moco aida Cabaame Enapo which I send: Come forth, I, who am the Servant of the Same Most High governor Lord Jad micaelzovo0, Jehovobe, ol Das zodiredo elonusahe, Das Zodivedo God __ powerful, Iehovohe, I who am exalted in power and am micaelzodo DO tot3a clonusa vaoresagi, ilasa Das ge-nii…
…th lustrous dew are wet. My prayer is mighty with my will ; My purpose as a sword Flames through the adamant, to fill The gardens of the Lord With music, that the air be still, Dumb to its mighty chord. I stand above the tides of time And elemental strife ; My figure stands above, sublime, Shadowing the Key of Life, And the passion of my mighty rime Divides me as a knife. For secret symbols on my brow, And secret thoughts within, Compel eternity to Now, Draw the Infinite within.
…the gong. Enter PRIEST and bows. ALAIN. Require the presence of the Lady Blanche de Maleétroit, if you please, father. PRIEST (dows). My lord. [Retires. Enter BLANCHE 227 a bridal dress, very shy and ashamed, with downcast eyes. DENYS. [Aside.] Ah! but she is beautiful ! ALAIN, Mademoiselle de Malétroit, allow me to present you to the Damoiseau Denys de Beaulieu. Monsieur Denys, my_ niece. [BLANCHE hears the strange name and ts shocked, looks up and only sees the back of Denys’ head, so low ts he bowing. She understands that he has given anothe…