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Page 31 of 1301929 · PDF PAGE 23
It was three months before he recovered, and then with only half a face to face the world with. He still thinks that Gertrude gave him away, for the street-boys have taken to calling him old Venus. But he is wrong; the boys have their aesthetic reasons for the name. Gertrude in any case is much too busy to bother her head about him; for, after a year in the Latin Quarter, if she has failed to surpass Degas and Manet and OConor, she has at least conquered the great pianist Wlody- wewsky, and it takes her all her time to manage him and keep th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 268
…ite light That dwelt and flickered in him in old time ; That Light, I say, that hides its flame awhile To shine more fully—to redeem the world ! I say, then, ‘‘ I”; and yet it is not “I” Distinct, but ‘‘ I” incorporate in All. I am the Resurrection and the Life ! The Work is finished, and the Night rolled back ! I am the Rising Sun of Life and Light, The Glory of the Shining of the Dawn! Iam Osiris! I the Lord of Life Triumphant over death— O Sorrow, Sorrow, Sorrow of the World! So dawns at last the HEINRICH. This was my friend. Deep night desc…
1910 · PDF PAGE 161
… like the stars illume Earth’s darkness, life’s disgrace, abash the trifling terrors of the tomb. The nargis scent shall steal about the world, assuage its fret and fume,
1939 · PDF PAGE 60
with the practical politics of the world, which it is impossible to conduct on any but an atheistic basis; it is brainless hypocrisy to pretend otherwise, and should be restricted to the exclusive use of the Foreign Office. It would, perhaps, be more sensible to suppose that the heads of the Order have really attained the greatest heights of spiritual knowledge and freedom, and it is quite possible that the best term to describe their attitude would be either Pantheistic or Gnostic. 7. These considerations should be of the greatest use to us no…
1905 · PDF PAGE 184
THE COURT OF THE PROFANE 177 THE MAY QUEEN. (OLD STYLE.) IT is summer and sun on the sea, The twilight is drawn to the world : We linger and laugh on the lea, The light of my spirit with me, Sharp limbs in close agony curled. The noise of the music of sleep, The breath of the wings of the night, The song of the magical deep, The sighs of the spirits that weep, Make murmur to tune our delight. Slow feet are our measures that move 3 Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are made soft as the d…
1898 · PDF PAGE 116
…h beyond heaven was grounded, as God to abide. Though death be the stain on our roses, The roses of heaven are white ; Though day on the world of us closes, The stars only dream of the night As of music that roars and reposes and dies in delight. 106
1904 · PDF PAGE 33
… no deeper. Did I touch bottom ? Never, O never ! I stand confessed A footler, a creeper. These spells — ’Od rot ’em ! — Are vain as the world, As all of the stars. This mystery’s nought. But for cold ! The lake Is hot as the curled Flames at the bars Of Hell ; it is wrought Of fire : what shall slake This terrible thirst, This Torment accurst ? He looks into the water. Yet, in my face As I gaze on the water Is something calmer. What if the king Of the Screes should see me,
1904 · PDF PAGE 65
WHY JESUS WEPT 51 MOLLY. O my lord ! I am the most unhappy girl in the world. GLENSTRAE. Tell me about it — there, there, don’t cry ! MOLLY. Twas but yestreen s’ennight. GLENSTRAE. A green wound is easiest cured. MOLLY. My lord, yestreen s’ennight I was wooed and won, and ere the moonrise he deserted me. GLENSTRAE. Dear, dear ! That’s bad, bad, bad. There, there, no doubt we shall be able to do something. MOLLY. My father thinks it is worse — oh, far worse ! I am to go away into service — oh ! oh ! GLENSTRAE. And so you shall, my dear, so you s…
1908 · PDF PAGE 87
… snow. Thy favour melt our life in tears, Till, gathering force, our love be hurled An avalanche upon the years, A tempest on the barren world ! As all the clouds of India break In one wild gust upon the sand, And in one week of wonder wake The whole green gladness of the land ; So be Thy mercy on us poured, Thy beauty fill our aching brains ! Although it smite us as a sword And fill us with immortal pains ; Yet in its life our souls revive ; By virtue of Thee we endure. The end of endings must arrive, Madonna !—and the end is sure. Amen. V 80
1910 · PDF PAGE 391
Vv Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 391
Vv Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns t…
1917 · PDF PAGE 1
…rter of our godhead: “Every man and every woman is a star.” We are all free, all independent, all shining gloriously, each one a radiant world. Is not that good tidings? Then comes the first call of the Great Goddess Nuit, Lady of the Starry Heaven, who is also Matter in its deepest metaphysical sense, who is the infinite in whom all we live and move and have our being. Hear her first summons to us men and women: “Come forth, O children, under the stars, and take your fill of love! I am aboye you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to…
1996 · PDF PAGE 202
…ing, They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto me: then expect the direful judgments of Ra Hoor Khuit! 53. This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart & my tongue, unto whom I send this kiss. Also, o scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me! 54. Change not as much as the style of a letter; for behold! thou, o prophet, shalt not behold all these mysteries hidden therein. 55. The child of thy bowels, he shal…
1929 · PDF PAGE 361
361 During this walk across Spain, I had much leisure for meditation. I was pledged to do my work in the world, and that meant my becoming a public character and one sure to arouse controversy. I thought out my plan of campaign during this walk. I decided first of all, that the most important point was never to forget that I was a gentleman and keep my honour the more spotless that I was assuming a position whose professors were rarely well born, more rarely well bred, hardly ever sincere, and still less frequently honest even in the most ordin…
1907 · PDF PAGE 6
ROSA COELI OSE of the World ! Ruby with blood from the bright veins of God Caught in the chalice of your heart, and pearled With dew at many a melting period When the amethyst lustre of your eyes dissolves The veil that hides your naked splendour From these inform resolves And halting loves of your poor poets soul With Radiance mild and tender, So that I see awhile the golden goal ! Yea ! all your light involves Me, me tenebrous, me too cold and base Ever to kindle to the maiden face (Three years my wife, three years of me unwon !) That would …
1911 · PDF PAGE 87
… snow. Thy favour melt our life in tears, Till, gathering force, our love be hurled An avalanche upon the years, A tempest on the barren world ! As all the clouds of India break In one wild gust upon the sand, And in one week of wonder wake The whole green gladness of the land ; So be Thy mercy on us poured, Thy beauty fill our aching brains ! Although it smite us as a sword And fill us with immortal pains ; Yet in its life our souls revive ; By virtue of Thee we endure. The end of endings must arrive, Madonna !—and the end is sure. Amen. V 80
1922 · PDF PAGE 240
…ht discover some of the secrets and ruin everything. There’s another trouble. I can only remember spiritual things clearly. The material world is fading out. It would be disaster if I forgot where I hid it. Basil would never forgive me. I will hide it in the chimney, then I can always look up where I put it.... Whatis dreadfulis the length of time. With H. or C. or both, there is never a dull moment; without them the hours, the very minutes, drag. It’s difficult to read or write. My eyes won’t focus properly. They have been open to the spiritua…
1954 · PDF PAGE 119
…contempt than ever. Realising that it was moribund, it made a supreme and suicidal effort, and plunged into the death-spasm of the First World War. It was too far corrupt to react to the injections of the White formula which might have saved it. We see today that Christianity is more bigoted, further divorced from reality, than ever. In some countries it has again become a persecuting church. With horrid glee the adepts of the Black School looked on at these atrocious paroxysms. But it did more. It marshalled its forces quietly, and prepared to…
1899 · PDF PAGE 55
… upon her tremulous tongue, Nor fell the melody on cruel ears : The bright-throat goddess sped through many spheres Of sight, beyond the world, and flamed across All space, on wings that not the albatross
1909 · PDF PAGE 5
…aidenhead in a punt, and there lie in some shady favourite backwater with my favourite girl friend in front. What a thing friendship is, world without end ! and my favourite old black briar between my lips, and her sweet face fixed on my old favour- ite thumb-worn copy of Sappho, and pore over the deevie pages, hour after hour, bound by the Womans Guild. No ! Sappho has nothing like this in all her scroll of gorgeous rhyme : Cox has, and I am proud to have been to her what I have. Rosie Brooks (Diaper)