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Page 31 of 1241909 · PDF PAGE 331
…he further he travels from his own native land, the more strange and uncommon do the lands appear to him through which he is journeying. Little by little the language of his country changes, melting as it were into another not unlike it but yet different; this in time also changes, and so by degrees do all his surroundings, until he finds himself in a strange country, as different from the one from which he started as an equatorial forest is from the the ice-incrusted lands of the Pole. Sometimes the change of scenery is slight, sometimes vast,…
1909 · PDF PAGE 331
…he further he travels from his own native land, the more strange and uncommon do the lands appear to him through which he is journeying. Little by little the language of his country changes, melting as it were into another not unlike it but yet different; this in time also changes, and so by degrees do all his surroundings, until he finds himself in a strange country, as different from the one from which he started as an equatorial forest is from the the ice-incrusted lands of the Pole. Sometimes the change of scenery is slight, sometimes vast,…
1898 · PDF PAGE 13
110 MYSTERIES: and I am so little, it is so pure and I am so dull of un- derstanding. When I write I feel as it were the breath of an angel covering me with holiness, and I know— then! But now—I only write mechanically. I force myself. To-day I tore up all I wrote last night. ESME. | Let us ask God to send you the angel, shall we? [They kneel, with arms intertwined, at the open window, and bow their heads silently. Vaughan also prays, with arms outspread in blessing. Curtain. SCENE III. Six months later. The dining-room. Percy, Vaughan, Esmé at…
1954 · PDF PAGE 246
…e than in the reading of a Thermometer with Fahrenheit on one side and Centigrade on the other. You naturally object that this answer is little better than an evasion, that it automatically pushes the Gamut question outside the Charmed of-alI-Truth Circle. No, it doesn't really; for if you were able to put up a Projection of those two minds, there would be, firstly, some sort of compensation elsewhere than in the musical section; and secondly, some Truth of a yet higher order which is common to both. Not una ware am I that these conceptions are…
1905 · PDF PAGE 152
DHAMMAPADA I47 Yet little is this fragrance found of Taggara and Sandal wood : Mounts to the Gods, the highest, the scent of those whose deeds are right and good. Perfect in virtue, living lives of Earnestness, Right Know- ledge hath Brought into liberty their minds, that Mara findeth not their path. As on a heap of rubbish thrown by the wayside the Lotus flower Will bloom sweet scented, delicate and excellent to think upon. So ’mid the slothful worthless ones, the Walkers in Delusion’s power, In glory of Wisdom, light of Buddha forth hath the …
1922 · PDF PAGE 379
… at any moment when you, the being whom it is her function to protect, was in danger. But there must be occasions in your work when ‘the little more and how much it is’ could be added to your energy by a judicious dose of cocaine, and enable you to overcome the cumulative forces of inertia, or when the effort of concentration is so severe that the mind insists on relieving itself by distracting your thoughts from the object of your calculations, a little heroin would calm their clamour sufficiently long to enable you to get the thing done. Now,…
1929 · PDF PAGE 152
cannot exhaust the combinations of Lover’s Chess, but we may enumerate the principal gambits: the Bouquet, the Chocolatés, the Little Dinner, the Cheque-Book, the Poem, the Motor by Moonlight, the Marriage Certificate, the Whip, and the Feigned Flight. The Magical Link may be classified under three main heads; as it involves (i) one plane and one person, (2) one plane and two or more persons, (3) two planes. In class (1) the machinery of Magick — the instrument — already exists. Thus, I may wish to heal my own body, increase my own energy; deve…
1899 · PDF PAGE 132
110 MYSTERIES: and I am so little, it is so pure and I am so dull of un- derstanding. When I write I feel as it were the breath of an angel covering me with holiness, and I know— then! But now—I only write mechanically. I force myself. To-day I tore up all I wrote last night. ESME. | Let us ask God to send you the angel, shall we? [They kneel, with arms intertwined, at the open window, and bow their heads silently. Vaughan also prays, with arms outspread in blessing. Curtain. SCENE III. Six months later. The dining-room. Percy, Vaughan, Esmé at…
1910 · PDF PAGE 222
…, wine to loose its clutch : Wine, wine enough to brim with glee Her graveand that is saying much. I threw her body down the well ! The little wall around that ran I pushed upon her as she fell. I will forget her if I can ! By all the oaths of tenderness Whose tendrils nothing may unbind, And to bring back the enchanteress Love to the days when she was kind.
1910 · PDF PAGE 347
…y it. I like both Hedonia and Alcyone, for I know them; but Memnones seems to lack cleanliness of line, and one understands Ombricius so little that one loses interest in his fortunes, Books III and IV. Book III did rather cheer me. But of course one knew all along that the Eruption was to be the God from the Machine. A great pity; why not another city and a less hackneyed catastrophe? But it’s as well done as possible within these limits. The translation might have been better done in one or two places—Bother! here’s Hedonia coming for lunch. …
1910 · PDF PAGE 347
…y it. I like both Hedonia and Alcyone, for I know them; but Memnones seems to lack cleanliness of line, and one understands Ombricius so little that one loses interest in his fortunes, Books III and IV. Book III did rather cheer me. But of course one knew all along that the Eruption was to be the God from the Machine. A great pity; why not another city and a less hackneyed catastrophe? But it’s as well done as possible within these limits. The translation might have been better done in one or two places—Bother! here’s Hedonia coming for lunch. …
1903 · PDF PAGE 12
…nd cries sharply :| Ah! [Shsvers with terrible emotion.] Maurya. Criosda, ever the same! The old world runs On wheels of laughter for us little ones ; To you, whose shoulders strain, the chariot seems A poised fiend flogging you to hell. CRIOSDA. These thoughts, Maurya,—Maurya ! they become you not. Child, to see sorrow is to taste it. Maurya. No; For such a sorrow is its own calm joy. But—share me now your pain. Criospa. [Jn agony.| No! no! not that! Maurya. [Smiling.| The priest has secrets from the goddess ? CRIOSDA. [With a cry as of physic…
1906 · PDF PAGE 84
…iss, Its holier joy is in the deadlier thirst That drank his life out into the abyss Of torture endless, endless and accurst. I know him little; liking what I know. But you—you offer me his flesh and blood. I taste it—never another vintage owe, Nor bid me sup upon another food ! 76
1922 · PDF PAGE 187
…n my nerves. We could go to Barley Grange, but it’s too much trouble. Besides, it might break the spell of our happi- ness. We're both a little afraid about that. It happened once before, and we don’t want to take any chances. It wants a lot of clever steering to keep the course. For instance, we took too much one night and made ourselves sick. It took three or four hours to get back, and that was absolute hell. My heart is a little fretful at times. It’s certainly great, Peter Pan having medical knowledge. He went out and got some strychnine a…
1954 · PDF PAGE 391
…shoulder, and started to run down. But I was too tired to run; I slackened off. Then, to my amazement, I saw on the slopes below me, two little fellows hopping playfully about on the scree. (A moment while I remind you that all my romance was Celtic; I had never even read Teutonic myths and fables.) But these little men were exactly the traditional gnome of German folk-tales; the Heinzelmanner that one sees sometimes on German beer-mugs (I have never drunk beer in my life) and in friezes on the walls of a Conditorei. I hailed them cheerfully-at…
1901 · PDF PAGE 95
…I hold her Breast to breast, and shining shoulder Laid to shoulder, in the bliss Of the uncreated kiss. Lips to lips beget for daughters Little kisses of the breeze ; Limbs entwined with limbs, the waters Of incredible blue seas; Eyes that understand, the slaughters Of a thousand ecstasies Re-embodied, as they wrought us Garlands of strange sorceries; New desires and mystic passion Infinite, of starry fashion; The mysterious desire Of the subtle formless fire. Vainly may the Tyanzean Throw his misconceiving eye SI
1904 · PDF PAGE 85
…h Greece not maids enough? I lie in love’s ecstatic trance. My very name is Love! LIGIA. Come over the water, love, to me! Come over the little space! Come over, my lover, and thou shalt see The beauty of my face! Come over the water! I will be A bride and a queen and a lover to thee! Come over the water, love, and lie! All day and all night to kiss! Come over, my lover, an hour to die In the language-baffling bliss! Come over the water! Must I sigh? Thy lover and bride and queen am I!
1898 · PDF PAGE 28
…ir more terrible than hope. Go now. A SOLDIER. We go, my lord, less readily to sleep Than if you bade us march. No man of us But stirs a little, I warrant, in his dreams, And reaches out for sword-hilt. All hail, Jephthah! SOLDIERS. Jephthah! a leader, a deliverer. Hail! [Exeunt Soldiers and Young Men.
1913 · PDF PAGE 228
…n life 's best moment , paled with doubt , Between the passion and the chill of it Be cursed with wonder “ Is this really love ? " * THE LITTLE OWL . ( On the Upper River , Cambridge .) W E glide and are still on the stream w In quiet that drugs the wit , The sun has charmed our hearts As the day is charmed with it; 209
1905 · PDF PAGE 67
60 THE POEM Percy [as ¢f tn padi). Ah! my poem. I am in despair! It is so great, and I am so little; it is so pure, and Iam so dull of understanding. When I write I feel as it were the breath of an angel covering me with holiness, and I know —then! But now—I only write mechani- cally. I force myself. To-day I tore up all I wrote last night. USME. Let us ask God to send you the angel, shall we ? [ They kneel, with arms intertwined; al the ofen window, and bow their heads silently, VAUGUAN also prays, with arms outspread tm Oolessing. Curtain, SC…