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…s one delicious whole Without us and within ! How have we lost the iron control That curbed and spurred our sin ? Yea ; like one snakes death-spasm we were. How taken in the serpent-snare? Indeed, indeed, blind fools we passed From light and lights dominion
…er all such questions as “Are the soul and the body the same thing?” “Is the soul distinct from the body?” ‘Does a Tathagata exist after death?” ‘Does he not exist after death?” “Does * In spite of the fact that Buddhism urges that “the whole world is under the Law of Causation,” it commands its followers to lead pure and noble lives, in place of dishonourable ones, in spite of their having no freedom of choice between good and evil. “Let us not lose ourselves in vain speculations of profit- less subtleties,” says the Dhammapada, “let us surren…
…er all such questions as “Are the soul and the body the same thing?” “Is the soul distinct from the body?” ‘Does a Tathagata exist after death?” ‘Does he not exist after death?” “Does * In spite of the fact that Buddhism urges that “the whole world is under the Law of Causation,” it commands its followers to lead pure and noble lives, in place of dishonourable ones, in spite of their having no freedom of choice between good and evil. “Let us not lose ourselves in vain speculations of profit- less subtleties,” says the Dhammapada, “let us surren…
…in my ear may show me : For John the Baptists headso danced Salome ! ? VIII HEN, in Gods name forbear ! It does not matter. Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter. Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well. For heaven thy balance as an equal hell. We discard both ; an infinite Universe Remains ; we sum it upan infinite curse. Soam I man ? I lack my wifes embrace. Am I outworn ? I see the harlots face. Is the love better and the knowledge worse ? Shall I seek knowledge and count love disgrace ? Where is the profit in …
…plaything of distress ; The marionette of the Event ! Yet this red lust that rots my sword Is the same flame that tempered it. Though my death be my births reward, And folly be the prize of wit,
…y was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; thine ears Are stopped with worse than death ; And all this wasted breath Of minethose songs of six most memorable years Of ecstasy and agonymay not attain To charm thy being into love again. . . .
…taff! ‘Trace the rule Of the circle crossed ! [She makes a circle and a cross therein. No light therein ! Mother of sin, Thou hast won ! Death to the sun! Hail to the glow Of the corpse decayed ! Hail to the maid ! Ho! Ho! [Ske rambles about the stage, mutter- ing savage runes with dismal laughter. Her words are tnarticu- late, when with a last Ho! Ho! the curtain falls. [Zhe scene rises, and we again see the stage asin Scene Il. Maurya and CRIOSDA as in the opening. CRIOSDA ts, however, absolutely calm, Maurya. Criosda, answer! CRIOSDA. I obey…
… Bend down the amazing Face Of sorrow and of grace, Share the deep vigil of thine eremite! So let the sighing breath Draw on the Hour of Death, Whence wakeneth The Spirit of the Dawn, begotten of the night.
…ep, The birth of knowledge as a flower. Slow and divine thy gentle breath Woos my warm throat : my spirit flies Beyond the iron walls of death, And seeks strange portals, pale and wise. My lips are fervent, as in prayer, Thy lips are parted, as to kiss : My hand is clenched upon the air, Thy hand’s soft touch, how sweet it is ! M
… Your lips are gathered up to mine; Your bosom heaves with fearful breath ; Your scent is keen as floral wine, Inviting me, and love, to death. You, whom I kept, a sacred shrine, Will fling the portals to the day ; Where shone the moon the sun shall shine, Silver in scarlet melt away. There is yet a pang: they give me this Who can; and you who could have failed? Is it too late to extend the kiss? Too late the goddess be unveiled? O but the generous flower that gives Her kisses to the violent sun, Yet none the less in ardour lives An hour, and t…
…Flamed in the starlight; then our bed your bower Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood Whereon a man might sleep for ever, until Death should surprise him, kiss his weary will Into the last repose, profounder power Than life could compass. Now I tax my skill To find another holier name, some flower 38
…om all that ruin am I risen ! Pure still, the virgin moon beguiles My azure passage with her smiles. Now ! O what love divine redeems My death, and bathes it in her beams ! What sacring transubstantiates My flesh and blood, and incarnates
…marched rapidly away with his friend. Douglas could not have recovered, in any case. He was as one stunned. How did this boy know of the death of his wife? Well, that might be understood; but how did he know his most secret fear, the fact that since the crime his demons had lost their courage? He shook the feeling off, and turned again to gloat over the death of Balloch. "Who was that?" asked Bowling. "The Grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button on top! That's Douglas!" "The Black Lodge man?" "Ex-man." "I see daylight. Balloch wa…
…iply and to perpetuate that particular Nature, though without necessary consciousness of what is happening. In a deeper sense, the word “Death” is meaningless apart from the presentation of the Universe as conditioned by “Time.” But what is the meaning of Time? There is great confusion of thought in the use of the word “eternal,” and the phrase “for ever.” People who want “eternal happiness” mean by that a cycle of varying events all effective in stimulating pleasant sensations; i.e., they want time to continue exactly as it does with themselve…
… And let this be con- tinued until perfect success be attained therein. For this is a mighty méditation and holy, having power even upon Death, yea, having power even upon Death. (Note by Fra. O. M. At any time during this méditation the 365
…f perfect pleasure From a perfect chalice poured, Swells the veins with such a measure As the gardens lord Makes his votaries dance to, death Draws with soft delicious breath To the maiden and the man. Love and life are both a span. Ere the crimson lips have planted Paler roses, warmer grapes, Ere the maiden breasts have panted, And the sunny shapes Flit around to bless the hour, Comes men know not what false flower : Ere the cup is drained, the wine Grows unsweet, that was divine. All the subtle airs are proven False at dewfall, at the dawn S…
…ve this cruel coil! In Afric they that chase the ostrich Clothe them with feathers, subtly foil Its vigilance, come close, then dart Its death upon it. Brave my heart! Do thus!” And so the knight disguises Himself, on hands and knees doth start His hunt, goes questing up and down. So in the fields the peasant clown Flies, shrieking, from that dreadful figure. But when he came to any town They caged him for a lunatic. Quod he: ‘‘ Would God I had the trick! The beast escaped from my devices ; I will the same. The bars are thick, But I am strong.”…
…ve this cruel coil! In Afric they that chase the ostrich Clothe them with feathers, subtly foil Its vigilance, come close, then dart Its death upon it. Brave my heart! Do thus!” And so the knight disguises Himself, on hands and knees doth start His hunt, goes questing up and down. So in the fields the peasant clown Flies, shrieking, from that dreadful figure. But when he came to any town They caged him for a lunatic. Quod he: ‘‘ Would God I had the trick! The beast escaped from my devices ; I will the same. The bars are thick, But I am strong.”…
151 AN HYMN FOR THE AMERICAN PEOPLE (Independence Day) Brothers and sisters, on this day Of deathless glory, let us come United in our glad array To hymn our fathers martyrdom. Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. They diedthey diedand we are free. Take up their cross ! Deserve their crown ! The stainless flag of liberty By man shall not be trodden down ! Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. In war and earthquake, wreck and wrong, Still let the flag of freedom fly ! In peace and safety, s…
… The unknown may lurk within the vile. So he who sought the Beauteous Breath, Desired the Goodly Gift of Grace, Went equal into life and death, But oh! the foulness of his face! Not here was anything of worth ; He turned his back upon the place, Sought the blue sky and the green earth, Ay! and the lustral sea to cleanse That filth that stank about his girth,