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Page 5 of 1591911 · PDF PAGE 158
THE EQUINOX And I am in despair of Thee and Time. Weeping the trees, and all the streams grown sullen Under the lowering skies, and the bitter winds There is no living thing in the temple of Summer, And the ashes of Spring lie cold on the hearth of day. Gray dreams again I And all my hope is fled. Gray dreams, gray dreams, and the day is tired and dead The bitter aftermath of Summer brings Time’s memory back to the world: there are no stings, In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought o…
1911 · PDF PAGE 158
THE EQUINOX And I am in despair of Thee and Time. Weeping the trees, and all the streams grown sullen Under the lowering skies, and the bitter winds There is no living thing in the temple of Summer, And the ashes of Spring lie cold on the hearth of day. Gray dreams again I And all my hope is fled. Gray dreams, gray dreams, and the day is tired and dead The bitter aftermath of Summer brings Time’s memory back to the world: there are no stings, In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought o…
1905 · PDF PAGE 174
…a birds have empire to range, Whence the moon and the meteor hearken The perpetual rhythm of change, On earth and in heaven deluded With time, that the soul of us kills, I have passed. I have brooded, fled far to the wooded And desolate hills. Not there is the changing of voices That lament or regret or are sad, But the sun in his strength rejoices, The moon in her beauty is glad. As timeless and deathless time passes, And death is a hermit that dwells By the imminent masses of ice, where the grasses Abandon the fells. There silence, arrayed as…
1913 · PDF PAGE 215
ROSA IGNOTA And I am in despair of Thee and Time. Weeping the trees, and all the streams grown sullen, Under the lowering skies and the bitter blasts— There is no living thing in the temple of Summer, And the ashes of spring lie cold on the hearth of day. Gray dreams again! And all my hope is fled. Gray dreams! gray dreams! and the day is tired and dead. The bitter aftermath of summer brings Time’s memory back to the world: there are no stings In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought…
1913 · PDF PAGE 215
ROSA IGNOTA And I am in despair of Thee and Time. Weeping the trees, and all the streams grown sullen, Under the lowering skies and the bitter blasts— There is no living thing in the temple of Summer, And the ashes of spring lie cold on the hearth of day. Gray dreams again! And all my hope is fled. Gray dreams! gray dreams! and the day is tired and dead. The bitter aftermath of summer brings Time’s memory back to the world: there are no stings In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought…
1961 · PDF PAGE 86
…use, there Men being long since withdrawn into their Silence, it is their One Word, and that Alone, that resoundeth undiminished through Time. How Mohammed, who followeth, is darkened and confused by His Nearness to our own Time, so that I say not save with Diffidence that His Word ALLH may mean this or that. But I am bold concerning His Doctrine of the Unity of God, for God is Man, and he said therefore: Man is One. And His Will was to unite all Men in One reasonable Faith: to make possible international Co-operation in Science. Yet, because H…
1906 · PDF PAGE 120
…hows me, in a mocking glass, their features, The twin fiends ‘‘ Might-have-been” and ‘* Should-have-done.” Keep us, by Jesu’s ruth, What time the King-Ghost grins the truth! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret, I had imagined, by enduring nature, Thetwin gods ‘‘ Thus-will-I” and ‘‘ May-be-yet.” God, keep us most from ill, , What time the King-Ghost grips the will! Silver and rose and gold what flame resurges? What living light pours forth in emerald waves? What inmost Music drowns the clamorous …
1928 · PDF PAGE 57
…re to come and say to me, What are you looking at with such intensity? What do you seek in the eyes of this being? Do you see there the time? Ah, spend-thrift and do-nothing mortal! I should reply unhesitatingly yes, I see the time; it is eternity. Now, Madam, is not that a really meritori- ous madrigal, and as pompous as yourself? In good sooth, I have taken so much pleasure in embroidering this pretentious piece of gallantry that I shall ask you for nothing in return.
1922 · PDF PAGE 101
…own abilities, and after all I had tumbled into a reasonably good fortune. ‘ You’ve got the touch, Pen,’ he said, with animation. “* Any time you're out of a job, I'll give you ten thousand a year as a mascot.” Lou and I were both intensely excited. We could hardly find the patience to listen to the details of our friend’s plan. The figures were convincing; but the effect was simply to dazzle us. We had never dreamed of wealth on this scale. I got the vision for the first time in my life of the power that wealth confers, and I realised equally …
1913 · PDF PAGE 216
… ; I am weary Of all things: let me dream my life away. The breast of Fate is pregnant with Despair, Got on her by the piercing shaft of Time. Oh! Unborn child of Fate and Time, I am weary Of them that gave thee birth. Shall I love thee? O darling! Wilt thou come to me in the silence, Saying: “I bear the mystery of Time, And the secret of Fate?” I know not yet, but surely Thou shalt know of the Rose, the Rose, the Rose o’ the World! With thee shall I bear the chalice of blood-tipped lilies, The chalice of red, sweet lilies under the moon? But n…
1913 · PDF PAGE 216
… ; I am weary Of all things: let me dream my life away. The breast of Fate is pregnant with Despair, Got on her by the piercing shaft of Time. Oh! Unborn child of Fate and Time, I am weary Of them that gave thee birth. Shall I love thee? O darling! Wilt thou come to me in the silence, Saying: “I bear the mystery of Time, And the secret of Fate?” I know not yet, but surely Thou shalt know of the Rose, the Rose, the Rose o’ the World! With thee shall I bear the chalice of blood-tipped lilies, The chalice of red, sweet lilies under the moon? But n…
1929 · PDF PAGE 499
…es of Staatsburg did not include any such person as she described. I politely professed to credit her and promised to take her ashore in time to reach him by dinner. To pass the afternoon we went for a paddle round the island. Near the northern point I noticed that my feet were wet. I knew that the canoe leaked slightly and forgot it. A hundred yards or so further on I found my ankles immersed. It was evident within the next minute that the leak was serious. We were opposite the cliffs, landing was impossible. The water gained. Nothing remained…
1907 · PDF PAGE 158
…s nor counted nor reckoned ! Inconceivable hollow, Eternity’s womb! Cataclysmal they follow, Tomb hidden in tomb. Keeled off and unspun, Time’s fashion is done In the ultimate Abysses of fate. ‘Kons they swallow, And swamp in the gloom, Where Eternities follow Their biers to their tomb. ORPHEUS. O Mother, O hollow Sweet heart of the moon ! O matchless Apollo That granted the tune ! Time’s children follow The strings that commune With Nature well cloven that comes to the lyre’s lilt silver-hewn. O bays of the wind, And shoreland of Thrace! O bea…
1907 · PDF PAGE 210
…s as “ thinks ”, in fact the world real was simply an elaboration of these “ thinks." These spiritualistic philosophies stagnating for a time were soon mystified by man's inherent longing for the wonderful ,' and developed into various systems of Spiritism and Mysticism , both high and low . Of the latter the most renowned , and in many ways the most profound , was the Philosophy of the Qabalah . 1 Time , vol . ii , p. 268. 2 “ The imagination of man is naturally sublime , delighted with whatever is remote and extraordinary, and running with ou…
1910 · PDF PAGE 155
The relations between the twins of rapture. 147 73. When an then time of voiding urine, the Yo- gi draws it up forcibly through the Apana-Vayu, and keeping it up, discharges it slowly and slow- ly ; and practises this daily according to the in- structions of his Guru, he obtains the vindusiddhi (power over semen), that gives great powers. 74. He who practises this daily according to the instructions of his Guru does not lose semen, were he to enjoy a hundred women at a time. 75. O PARVATI ! When vindu-siddhi is obtained, what else cannot be acc…
1922 · PDF PAGE 47
Over the Top | 33 embarrassed. For the first time in my life I didn’t know how to behave. A thought popped into my mind: it was simply fatigue—I needn’t bother about that. As if in answer to my thought, Lou took a small cut-glass bottle with a gold-chased top from her pocket, unscrewed it and shook out some cocaine on the back of her hand. She flashed a provocative glance in my direction. The studio suddenly filled with the reverberation of her chant :— ‘“O Thou naked virgin of love, that art caught in a net of wild roses! I adore Thee, Evoe! I…
1922 · PDF PAGE 192
…re was a long quarrel—as there is over every incident of any sort. That is natural, with this eternal insomnia and sleeping at the wrong time. I hated Peter (and K.L.) the more because I knew all the time he was right. If K.L. is a Devil, it’s up to us to get the last laugh. I tore the beastly letter into shreds. Peter has gone out—I hope he has gone to kill him. I want to be thrilled—just once more— if I had to be hanged for it myself. Our watches have run down. It doesn’t matter. I can call on Mabel any time I like. I may as well go now. I’ll…
1904 · PDF PAGE 55
… term is gone at last. In merriment its days have sped ; Now our brief sojourning is past, And Cambridge days for us are dead. The springtime of our youth is fled, And Summer comes too fierce and dry. With pale cheek and averted head The time is come to say Good-bye. On Life’s rough road we travel fast ; Some to be great, and some to wed. We are small men, the world is vast ; With our desires God is not fed. Some wield gold swords, or steel, or lead ; Some lose good heart, lay weapons by. Each lies in his own self-made bed. The time is come to …
1954 · PDF PAGE 377
… situation , are attempts to proceed further on the way of the True Will. It is particularly important to understand this at the present time when the Aeon of Horus is just getting under way. For the Aeon of Isis, that of the Mother, appears to have regarded the whole of Nature as a spontaneous growth of universal scope. In the aeon of Osiris, the restriction of Family appears for the first time. The world of sentient beings is separated into clusters, each family, clan, gens, or nation, acting as a unit and standing upon armed neutrality with …
1910 · PDF PAGE 325
THE EYES OF ST. LJUBOV Briefly—for the time is approaching which we must better utilize—Piotr’s hand shook so that he missed touching the lobe of little Ljubov’s ear. The jewel he held up to her face touched, instead, one of the empty orbits of his little friend. Our villain, the Man who bought and stole Eyes, must have done his job very properly indeed, for Ljubov, who, in a vain attempt to see that which was shewn her, had opened wide the dark cavities under her eyebrows. Well, I suppose the eye touched a still sensitive nerve. No sooner had …