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Page 30 of 1281907 · PDF PAGE 270
THE NEW WINE 263 With infinite pains and dire fatigues To build another stupid soul For fools to call another world ? Where then thy fame, O soul sublime ? Where then thy victory over Time ?? Some few work out its gigantic columns of intricate fractional figures , and close for ever the huge volume before them ; yet the multitude works on , and though individually they may falsify and erase , scribble over , or blot out ; yet never at any moment is the inaccu racy of one single mite discounted in the general balance ; so the bitter tears of one…
1913 · PDF PAGE 574
…xplanation for the phenomena which they do not understand. The great magical means of preserving the youth of the body is to prevent the soul from growing old by preserving preciously that original freshness of sentiments and thoughts which the corrupt world calls illusions, and which we shall call the primitive mirages of eternal truth. To believe in happiness upon earth, in friendship, in love, in a maternal Providence which counts all our steps, and will reward all our tears, is to be a perfect dupe, the corrupt world will say; it does not s…
1913 · PDF PAGE 574
…xplanation for the phenomena which they do not understand. The great magical means of preserving the youth of the body is to prevent the soul from growing old by preserving preciously that original freshness of sentiments and thoughts which the corrupt world calls illusions, and which we shall call the primitive mirages of eternal truth. To believe in happiness upon earth, in friendship, in love, in a maternal Providence which counts all our steps, and will reward all our tears, is to be a perfect dupe, the corrupt world will say; it does not s…
1906 · PDF PAGE 29
…ashion Poet’s pavilion. Let me build for thee an abiding palace Rainbow-hued to affirm thy light divided, Yet where starry words, by thy soul guided, . Sing as they glisten, Dew-drops diamonded from the abundant chalice ! Swoons the prayer to silence ; pale the altar Glows at thy presence as the last words falter— Lycian, listen ! THE HERMIT’S HYMN TO SOLITUDE. Namo Tassa Bhagavato Arahato Sammasam- buddhasa. Venerable Lord and Best of Friends, We, seeing the cycle in which Maha Brahma is perhaps more a drifting buoy than ourselves, knowing tha…
1905 · PDF PAGE 132
… love Brings his bright spirit so near me That, should I whisper one word—Shelley’s swift spirit would hear me. Heaven is not very far ; Soul unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loose but your soul—shall its wings find the white way so appalling? Heaven, as I understand, Nearer than some folk would make it ; God—should you stretch out a hand, Who can be quicker to take it? Then you have pacted an oath—judge you if He will forsake it ! I have had hope in the spring -- Trust that the God who has g…
1929 · PDF PAGE 67
and again she turned her eyes away; but they always returned to the gaze, and every gesture shot a pang of agony to her soul. She understood the ambiguities of her lover; his strange behaviour seemed like an open book to her; and the malice of Sister Cybele, her elfin laughter, her satanic sneer, sank into her bleeding heart like acid, burning, fuming. The revel did not diminish; instead, it took novel and more atrocious forms. All that she had ever conceived of sensuality of bestiality, was a thousandfold surpassed. It was an infinite refineme…
1904 · PDF PAGE 25
…, to meet man’s subtle foe, God—and oh ! infamy of terror ! Be like him—like him ! And for ever ! At least I make not such an error : My soul must utterly dissever Its very silliest thought, belief, From such a God as possible, Its vilest from his worship. Never ! Avaunt, abominable chief Of Hate’s grim legions ; let me well Gird up my loins and make endeavour, And seek a refuge from my grief, O never in Heaven—but in Hell! “Oh, very well !” I think you say, “Wait only till your dying day ! See whether then you kiss the rod, And bow that proud …
1922 · PDF PAGE 6
…. So! Stop—turn—one little kiss before you go; Tt is my right—you must. Oh no! Oh no! A SAINT’S DAMNATION (By Aleister Crowley. From The Soul of Osiris. 1901) YOU buy my spirit with those shameless eyes That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream Of my desire, you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole life’s hope: you deem You buy a heart; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my …
1930 · PDF PAGE 48
Arise. In the name of our Lord + the Sun, and of our Lord + that thou mayst administer the virtues to the Brethren. She sheathes the Sword. The PRIEST, issuing jrom the Tomby holding the Tance erect with both handsy right over lejty against his breasty takes the first three regular steps. He then gives the Tance to the PRIESTESS and gives the three penal signs. He then kneels and vsorships the Tance with both hands. Penitential music. The PRIEST. I am a man among men. He takes again the Tance and lowers it. He rises. The PRIEST. How should I be…
1911 · PDF PAGE 60
…araband where whirls A wanton witch, whose perfumes smite The shuddering air; a summer night Where summer lightning darts and curls. Her soul a Parian marble shrine, Centred in lily-cups that fold Their carven petals, smooth and cold, Far o’er a lake of frozen wine— Yet deep within whose inmost fold Sleepeth a snake: the crystal brine Of endless sorrow seals his shrine; Wiser than Sin is he, so old! ETHEL ARCHER.
1911 · PDF PAGE 60
…araband where whirls A wanton witch, whose perfumes smite The shuddering air; a summer night Where summer lightning darts and curls. Her soul a Parian marble shrine, Centred in lily-cups that fold Their carven petals, smooth and cold, Far o’er a lake of frozen wine— Yet deep within whose inmost fold Sleepeth a snake: the crystal brine Of endless sorrow seals his shrine; Wiser than Sin is he, so old! ETHEL ARCHER.
1913 · PDF PAGE 77
…ter—ha! ha! ha! There is nothing movable or immovable under the firmament of heaven on which I may write the symbols of the secret of my soul. of the Initiator in mine ear: yea, I abhor birth, ululating lamentations of Night! Agony! Agony! the Light within me deeds veils; the song within me dumbness. God! in what prism may any man analyze my Light? Immortal are the adepts; and yet They die— They die of SHAME unspeakable; They die as the Gods die, for SORROW. 73
1905 · PDF PAGE 245
…s aflame? Whose eyes invite me to the naked bed Stark open to the sun, dear pride of shame? Whose face draws close and near, Filling the soul with fear, Till nameless shudders course in every limb? Whose breath is quick and fierce? Whose teeth are keen to pierce The arms that clasp her? Whose the eyes that swim For dear and delicate delight? whose The lips that halt and choose The very centre of my mouth, and meet In one supreme and conquering kiss, and cleave Unto the wound they leave, Bringing all heart’s blood to one house, too sore and swee…
1898 · PDF PAGE 37
…D LYDIAM, UT SECUM A MARITO FUGERET 31 Grow hot with love-thoughts—let the word be said : Between shy finger whisper me the “ yea ! ” My soul will leap to hear, as thine to speak. Remember Love, forget the loveless bed ; Forget thy husband, and the cruel wreck Of thy dear life on Wedlock’s piteous sands ; Love’s all in all, link on the golden bands Forged in heaven without flaw or fleck. I know thine answer by these amorous hands That touch me thus to tempt me, by the kiss Whose sudden passion burns upon my neck Thy heart clings to me in perfec…
1912 · PDF PAGE 20
Crassus. Ah! you tear my soul out with the trills. ‘Your fingers play like summer lightning on the shaft. It is like a storm on the mountains when it shrills; Like the angry sea when it booms. Hark! Aurcta. Some god laughed. Crassus. ‘Your mouth is like some god’s. It burns and blooms With fire unheard of, with unguessed perfumes. O let me kiss you! Aticia. So you stop my songt [She ceases the tune. Crassus. There is another song. Auicia. You do me wrong. For you love Adela! Crassus. By God, girl, not I love Alicia, Aurcia. Ah! you love her sol…
1919 · PDF PAGE 415
…vious literal sense. There is a clean way of Love, but it is not this toshy slop treacle-goo. 19. Of teachers there are many; the MASTER-SOUL is one, Alaya, the Universal Soul. Live in that MASTER as ITS ray in thee. Live in thy fellows as they live in IT. Here the killing of the sense of separateness is further ad- vised. It is a description of the nature of Atma, and Atma is, as elsewhere stated, not a Buddhist, but a Hindu idea. The teaching is here to refer everything to Atma, to regard everything as a corruption of Atma, if you please, but…
1907 · PDF PAGE 83
… leaps above, Attains, exults, despairs. This love is doomed, Were there no hell. In granite walls entombed Lies the true spirit and the soul thereof. The body is here—yet is it not enough, These litanies unchanted, unperfumed? Live in the shuddering marble they remain: Here is the infinite credo of pure pain. Here let life’s agony take hold enough Of all that lives: let partial tears for them Wake knowledge, brain-dissolving diadem Of white-hot woe upon the brows of love! D0
1908 · PDF PAGE 30
…O Queen, receive This coarse and oaten sheaf ! O Mary maiden, I believe ! Help Thou mine unbelief ! No lands have I. Do Thou retrieve My soul, the forfeit fief ! O Mary maiden, I believe ! Help Thou mine unbelief ! No joy have I. My follies grieve Me with exceeding grief. O Mary maiden, I believe ! Help Thou mine unbelief ! N 23
1910 · PDF PAGE 213
…. Will they reach the stars that lie At the end of space The shining globeO fragile veil ! Gives one leap supreme, Breaks and spits its soul out, frail As a golden dream. Groans the skull at every puff : Peace, I pray thee, peace ! The game is fierce and fond enough Will it never cease ? That which thy babes mouth, cruelly fain, Squanders in the scud, Monstrous assassin is my brain, My flesh and my blood !
1913 · PDF PAGE 61
…s dreaming on the verge of strife , Magnificently unprepared For the long littleness of life . THE CERTAIN KNOT OF PEACE . SO , my proud soul , so you , whose shining force Had galloped with me to eternity , Stand now , appealing like a tired horse : Unharness me . O passionate world ; O faces of my friends ! O half - grasped meanings , intricate and deep ! Sudden , as with a child , the tumult ends , Silenced by sleep . PRE - EXISTENCE . I LAID me down upon the shore And dreamed a little space ; I heard the great waves break and roar , The sun…