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Page 42 of 1151910 · PDF PAGE 148
… rain From the housetops of a ruined city Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain Not one pale thought with blushes ; my souls dead As a corpse flung out of the tideway on The stinking flats of London mud. The springs Are dry beyond appeal ; dull grey like lead (And heavier) is my souls carrion. If she came pleasing now, pure passionate, and sane, I would not take her back again.
1911 · PDF PAGE 213
THE RITE OF JUPITER The sea whereon that lotus grows Is thought’s abyss of tears and woes, Leave Sirenusa ! Even Greece Forget! they are not there ! By worship cometh not the Peace, The Silence not by prayerr Leave the illusions, life and time And Death, and seek that star sublime, Until the lotus and the sea And snake no longer are, And single through Eternity Exists alone the Star, And utter Knowledge rise, and cease In that which is beyond the Peace! [GANYMEDE 4411665 4114/4115 45 dead. TYPHON. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin I HER…
1911 · PDF PAGE 213
THE RITE OF JUPITER The sea whereon that lotus grows Is thought’s abyss of tears and woes, Leave Sirenusa ! Even Greece Forget! they are not there ! By worship cometh not the Peace, The Silence not by prayerr Leave the illusions, life and time And Death, and seek that star sublime, Until the lotus and the sea And snake no longer are, And single through Eternity Exists alone the Star, And utter Knowledge rise, and cease In that which is beyond the Peace! [GANYMEDE 4411665 4114/4115 45 dead. TYPHON. O that the banquet of Jupiter might begin I HER…
1912 · PDF PAGE 287
…give her little boy a penny to buy sweets. In a single second his mind was made up; his career was determined. How, thrilled the Master— Thought—how can I get that penny? A rapid calculation assured him of the soundness of his instinct. Probably at least a hundred thousand mothers— of the world‘s six hundred million—give a penny to some child every day. A hundred thousand pence a day is over a hundred and fifty thousand pounds a year; if he could only get ten per cent. of that, he wouldn't be doing so badly. 245
1912 · PDF PAGE 287
…give her little boy a penny to buy sweets. In a single second his mind was made up; his career was determined. How, thrilled the Master— Thought—how can I get that penny? A rapid calculation assured him of the soundness of his instinct. Probably at least a hundred thousand mothers— of the world‘s six hundred million—give a penny to some child every day. A hundred thousand pence a day is over a hundred and fifty thousand pounds a year; if he could only get ten per cent. of that, he wouldn't be doing so badly. 245
1961 · PDF PAGE 124
… Operation is commonly between One and One, so that the Interference of a Third Person is Impurity, and not to be endured. Nay, even the thought of Third Person hath but ordinary not Part in Love; so that, as thou seest constantly in thy Life, Love being strong, taketh no heed of others, and some after Interference bringeth Misfortune. Now then shell we therefore cast out Love, or accept Impurity herein? God forbid. And for this Cause see thou well to it hat in thy Kingdom there be no Interference there with, nor Hindrance from any. For it is p…
1929 · PDF PAGE 332
…ps, yet they were perfectly safe in the saddle so long as they abstained from any overt act which the authorities could not overlook. We thought that this hypocrisy was not the harmless practical joke which it seems to be at first sight. We could not ourselves have acquiesced consciously in any such evasion, and we did not understand how people of such intellectual superiority could agree to hold their positions on such humiliating terms. It is (incidentally) hardly less humiliating for Christianity itself that it that it should be so powerless…
1905 · PDF PAGE 236
…aught in the meshes of the cruel sense, Two kissing breaths of agony and pleasure, Mixed, crowned, divided. beyond age or measure, Time, thought, or being! Now thine eyes awake, Droop at my kisses ; the Jong lashes slake Their sleek and silky thirst in tears of light! Thine eyes! They burn me, even me! They smite Me who am scatheless, and a flame of fire. See, in our sorrow and intense desire All worlds are caught and sealed! The stars are taken In love’s weak web, and gathered up, and shaken ! Our word is mighty on the magic moon! The sun resu…
1899 · PDF PAGE 9
…ad :— See, from the Calvary of the Son of Man, Where all the hopes of France were trodden under; See, from the crucifixion of Sedan, Thy thought the lightning,and thy word the thunder! See her supreme, kingly, republican, New France arisen, with her heart in sunder— Yet throned in Heaven on ever-burning wheels, Freedom resurgent, sealed with seven seals. The seal of Reason, made impregnable: The seal of Truth, immeasurably splendid : The seal of Brotherhood, man’s miracle: The seal of Peace, and Wisdom heaven-descended : The seal of Bitterness,…
1905 · PDF PAGE 125
I20 ANIMA LUNAE Free from disease and vice, sorrow and age. Only death’s joys assuage A gathering gladness at the thought of sleep. Never in all the archives, scroll on scroll, Reaching from aeons wrote they “ Women weep, Men hate, the children suffer.” In the place Where men most walked a table of fine brass Was set on marble, with an iron style That all might carve within that golden space If one grief came—and still the people pass, And since the city first began None wrote one word thereon till one—a man Witty in spite of happiness—wrote th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 161
…ur liver . God is a fiction of the nervous cells Connected with a portion of the brain . Religion is disease , and it expels Spontaneous thought and renders manhood vain . How , at the last , you always , in your need , Summon the leech to save you , makes me smile . I diagnose a man 's religious creed By testing the condition of his bile . [ Joseph arrives . God , in the end , and heaven and earth will sink Back to eternal Chaos whence they came . Both He and you are tottering on the brink Of epilepsy , 142
1961 · PDF PAGE 111
…e, Creator, each in His Sphere of Operation. But the Formula of the past Æon was of the Dying god, and was based upon Ignorance. For Men thought that the Sun died and was reborn alike in the Day and in the Year; and so also was the Mystery of Man. Now already are we well assured by Science how the Death of the Sun is in Truth but the Shifting of a Shadow; and in this Æon (o my son, I lift up my Voice and I make Prophecy!) so shall it be proven as to Death. For the Body of Man is but his Shadow, it cometh and goeth even as the tides of Ocean; an…
1929 · PDF PAGE 115
…mber of the Second Order, I wore a certain jewelled ornament of gold upon my heart. I arranged that when I had it on, I was to permit no thought, word or action, save such as pertained directly to my magical aspirations. When I took it off I was, on the contrary, to permit no such things; I was to be utterly uninitiate. It was like Jekyll and Hyde, but with the two personalities balanced and complete in themselves. I found this practice of very great service. It was in fact essentially a beginning of systematic control of thought. The method is…
1961 · PDF PAGE 117
…thers. All that stagnateth is thereof, and thence cometh not Stability, but Putrefaction. Endure not thou the static Standards either in Thought or in Action. Resist not even the Change that is the Rottenness of Choronzon, but rather speed it, so that the elements may combine by Love under Will. Since the Black Brothers and their Cults set hemselves against Change, do thou break them asunder. Yea, though of bad come worse, continue in that Way; for it is as if thou didst open an Abscess, the first Effect being noisome exceedingly, but the last …
1901 · PDF PAGE 77
THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY. 65 Yet the thought chilled me as I touched the reins. Ah ! the poor horse, he will not. So remains, Divided in his love. With mastered tears I stride toward the parapet. My ears Catch his low call ; and now a song complains. The bridge is bleeding and the river hears. Ah ! God ! I cannot live for pity deep Of that heart-quelling chant—I could not sleep Ever again to think of it. I close My hearing with my fingers. Gently goes A quivering foot above them as they weep— I weep, I also, as the river flows. Slowly the brid…
1928 · PDF PAGE 79
…d politeness and ill-treated the first-comer as a savage does. I have seen him throw an excel- lent fowl at the waiters head because he thought he saw in it some insulting hiero- glyphhow should I say what? The evening, forerunner of profoundest pleasures, spoilt the most toothsome things for him. The second, a man of wounded ambition, became, as the day fell, more bitter, more gloomy, more teasing; indulgent and sociable enough all day, in the evening he was pitiless, and it was not only upon others, but upon him- self also, that his twiligh…
1929 · PDF PAGE 549
549 influence as being unworthy to occupy her mind. What she thought evil was to her so terrible and irresistible that she surrendered herself to its loathed embrace without an effort, or even the faith in herself or in God that its empire might end. This attitude is, of course, characteristic of that vast class of moral cowards, whose only remedy for evil is to remove the occasion; whether it is a glass of cognac, a piqu blue blouse or a dollar left lying about. They feel themselves helpless. Sin must follow temptation. Righteousness is only …
1905 · PDF PAGE 64
…arp rustling sound, And thy life quickens and thy loves abound, Listening the answer of our dancing throng. Joy, sleep, peace, laughter, thought, remembrance, came Even at our prelude, a death-quickening flame, And earth rejoiced throughout to hear Demeter’s name. We come, in bass deep-swelling, rocks and caves, A hollow roar across the golden waves Hidden in islands set deep in the untravelled sea. Across the corn from storm-cleft mountain-sides Our voice peals, like the thunder of the tides, Into the darkling hills that fringe Eternity. Dire …
1909 · PDF PAGE 17
… laughs ; There is rejoicing on the immortal shore. The angels deem us hurled from the above, Burnt out of bliss, blasted from sense and thought, Barred from the beauties of celestial love And branded with the annihilating Naught. O! pallid triumph: empty victory! When we sit smiling on the infernal thrones Starred with our utmost gems of infamy, Builded with tears, and cushioned with the groans Of these the victims of our joys immense — Child! I aspire to that bad eminence! Vil Hell hath no queen! But, o thou red mouth curving In kisses that b…
1912 · PDF PAGE 95
… coldly. Furtively and hurriedly, his glance divided between the forbidden book and the shop-door, his only safeguard from intrusion the thought that nobody who entered would be in a position to throw stones at a fellow—culprit, Theodore Bugg turned over the pages. The book began mildly enough with the winged Victory and only entered the rapids with La Gioconda. Thence, Niagara-like, one plunge to the abyss—the Venus de Milo. The blood flamed to his face; his breath came hot and quick. 53