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Page 52 of 1301905 · PDF PAGE 121
…o! How sunset’s bloom is faded on the snow ! . There is no laugh of all those laughs of hers, Those tender thrills of laughter I used to know. Nor in all nature weep the careless eyes, Nor any soul of life may sympathise, All I once was in this is torn and rended— Scorned and forsaken the lone lyre lies. Hath that not yet some sympathy with me? That lyre that was myself, my heart’s decree And ruler, subtle at the dawn, and splendid Noonwards, and soft at day’s declivity! I flung it in my anguish to the ground. I raise it, and its music hath not…
1913 · PDF PAGE 78
…hore Of far unstained eternity ! There will we rest . Beware ! Beware ! For I am young , and you are fair . Nay ! I am old in this , you know ! Ah ! heart of God ! I love you so !
1913 · PDF PAGE 158
Harold Monro . Lazarus . Thy soul ! Joscelyn . 'Tis Lazarus . Lazarus . Dives , thou hast none. God knows thee not. I speak in no extreme: The rich have forfeited their souls — not one Can enter Heaven . Do not thou blaspheme ! Men praise the rich : once I was one of those . But, now I know the restfulness of dearth , I would not sacrifice my tattered clothes For all the gathered fortunes of the earth . [ Lazarillo appears . God is not found in strife , nor in the mart ; He is not on the land nor in the sea , But deep in the recesses of the hea…
1899 · PDF PAGE 67
… stud them all. What sayest thou, O wisest of our race, Ahinoam, the aged priest of God, , Who weighest out the stars with balances, And knowest best of men the heart of man? AHINOAM. Ye are as children, and nowise your tongues Speak sense. I never hear your voice but know Some geese are gabbling. Sing to him perchance! The voice of old men is a pleasant thing. CHORUS. What say ye, brethren, shall we sing to him Some sweet low ditty, or the louder pean?
1910 · PDF PAGE 19
…a nightingale Told all its tremulous tale To viewless dryads, or elate Trilled out its bleeding hopes Into the mist of light that hid (I know) Bassarids, Bassarids Dionysus-mad. Then, in that vision glad, I saw twin towers of crimson ruby rise Into the scented snow That fell like dew from the heart-hungry skies.
1961 · PDF PAGE 123
…e Mind of Man is much Wisdom that is hidden, being the Treasure of his Sire that he inheriteth. Thus, night all of his moral Nature is unknown to him until his Puberty; that is, this Nature pertaineth not unto the Recording and Judging Apparatus of his Brain until it is put herein by the Stirring of that deeper Nature within him. Thou wilt mark also that great Men are commonly great Lovers; and this is in Part also because (consciously or not) they are ware of that Secret following, that every Act of Love communicateth somewhat of the Wisdom st…
1907 · PDF PAGE 119
…dden wisdom, stinging as a knife Swift struck sets all the blood a-tingle. Woe! What wakes within? What holiest intima- tion Of intimate knowledge of the lords of nature ? She sees her fate smile out on her, doth know Her weird of womanhood, her noble station Among the stars and ages; and her stature Soars o’er the system; so the scarred mis- feature Of death avails her for the isolation Of high things ever holy ; this the throe Of swiftly-comprehended motherhood Once taught her. Now the whisper of the child Bids her be great, who was supremely…
1904 · PDF PAGE 71
…es of doing so, see the ap- pended Jataka story, which I have just trans- lated from a C ingalese Palm-leaf MS. See Appendix I. 228. You know for me, etc.36—See Huxley, Hume, 199, 200. 239. Spirit and matter are the same.37—See Huxley’s reply to Lilly. 273. “ I am not what I see.”38—In Memoriam. But see H. Spencer, “Principles of Psychology,” General Analysis, ch. vi. 281. “Tis lotused Buddha.”39— “Hark ! that sad groan ! Proceed no further ! ’Tis laurelled Martial roaring murther.” —BURNS, Epigram. But Buddha cannot really roar, since he has …
1905 · PDF PAGE 263
…two states alternate (even so Are life and death)—shall one unite the two, My long impulsive strife? Did I find life ?. The real life—to know The ways of God. Alas! I never knew. Then came our Lady of the Sevenfold Light, Showed me a distant plan, distinct and clear, As twilight to the dayspring and the night, Dividing and uniting even here: The middle path—life interfused with death— Pure love; the secret of Elizabeth ! This is my secret—in the man’s delight To lose that stubborn ecstasy for God! To this clear knowledge hath my path been trod …
1909 · PDF PAGE 32
…st be done well and with business way. 42. The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know and destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not overmuch! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; and destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful tor- ment: laugh at their fear: spit u…
1930 · PDF PAGE 27
…ove in accordance with their own Wills, which are each unique, yet cohérent with the universal will. lhey perceive (that is, understand, know, and feel) in love, which is both unique and universal. 2. The order consists of eleven grades or degrees, and is numbered as follows: these compose three groups, the Orders of the S. S., of the R. C., and of the G. D. respectively. The Order of the S. S. Ipsissimus. 10° 1G Magus .... 9° — 2D Magister Templi ... . 8° = 3D The Order of the R. C. (Babe of the Abyss — the link) Adeptus Exemptus . . . . 7° — …
1905 · PDF PAGE 201
…my soul? The shadow of my will. What is my will? The sleeper’s sigh at waking. Osiris! Orient godhead ! Jet me still Rest in the dawn of knowledge, ever slaking My lips and throat where yon rose-glimmer- ing hill, The Mountain of the East, its lips is taking To Thy life-lips: I hear Thy keen voice thrill ; Arise and shine! the clouds of earth are breaking! The clouds are parted: yes! And there above I bathe in ether and self-shining light ; My soul is filled with the eternal love; I am the brother of the Day and Night. I AM! my spirit, and perh…
1944 · PDF PAGE 246
…troduced to sev‐ enty‐eight grown people. Assuming her to be a particularly intelligent girl, with a very high social education, she may know all about the position and general characteristics of these people. This, however, will not imply real knowledge of any one of them; she will have no means of saying how any one will react to her. At most, she can know only a few facts from which deductions may be made. It is unlikely, for example, that the V.C. will hide in a cellar if somebody thinks that there is a burglar in the house. It is improbabl…
1926 · PDF PAGE 31
…st be done well and with business way. 42. The ordeals thou shalt oversee thyself, save only the blind ones. Refuse none, but thou shalt know and destroy the traitors. I am Ra-Hoor-Khuit; and I am powerful to protect my servant. Success is thy proof: argue not; convert not; talk not overmuch! Them that seek to entrap thee, to overthrow thee, them attack without pity or quarter; and destroy them utterly. Swift as a trodden serpent turn and strike! Be thou yet deadlier than he! Drag down their souls to awful tor- ment: laugh at their fear: spit u…
1904 · PDF PAGE 45
…re is love articulate, vital ! I thought that only poets, not lovers, could so speak. And that poets, poor devils, speaking, could never know. “ So Percy to his Angela’s distress —” Then it is not my Molly that writes this — who is this Percy ? — not me, at all events, for there is no Angela that loves me. (A sound of sobbing in the trees.) Whom have we here ? (Advances.) ’Fore God, the most beautiful woman in the world, except my Molly ! And her scent ! O she is like some intimate tro- pical plant, luring and deadly ! — I am afraid. (He discov…
1904 · PDF PAGE 69
… my lord, were it true, your liar’s lore, (Oh blasphemy !) were my young love an whore, An hag of sixty ; I were greater so. He who doth know And fears and hates, Is not as he who cares not, but creates A royal crown from an old bonnet string, A maiden from a strumpet : that is to be like God, Who from all chaos, from the husks of matter, Crusts shed off putrefaction, shakes a wing And flies ; bids flowers spring from the dull black sod, Is not the scientist to shatter Beauty by dint of microscope, But wakes a wider hope And turns all to the be…
1961 · PDF PAGE 151
…therein. Thus at last they come, as did the Manichæans, to find, to their Terror, a Division even in the one, not that Division which we know for the Craft of Love, but a Division of Hate. And this, multiplying itself, Conflict upon Conflict, endeth in Hotchpot, and in the Impotence and Envy of Choronzon, and in the Abominations of the Abyss. And of such the Lords are the Black Brothers, who seek by their Sorceries to confirm themselves in Division, yet in this even is no true Evil, for Love conquereth all, and their Corruption and Disintegrati…
1901 · PDF PAGE 113
…s Invoking memory for sweet sound of youth ; The song, the day, the cup, the shot, the kiss! This night begets illusion—ay! the truth. I know the deep emotion of that birth, When chaos rolled in terror and in thunder; The abortion of the infancy of earth; The monsters moving in a world of wonder ; The Shapeless, racked with agony, that grew Into these phantom forms that change and shatter ; The falling of the first toad-spotted dew; The first lewd heaving ecstasy of matter. ‘I see all Nature claw and tear and bite, All hateful love and hideous:…
1910 · PDF PAGE 53
…e and worship in my hand. I commune with the Gods : I wait Their summons, and I fire the brand I speak their Word : and there is Fate. I know no happiness, no pain, No swift emotion, no disdain, No pits : but the boundless light Of the Eternal Love, unslain, Flows through me to redeem the night. Mine is a sad slow life : but I, I would not gain release, and die A moment ere my task be done. To falter now were treachery I should not dare to greet the sun ! Yet, in one hour I dare not hope, The mighty gate of Life May ope, And call me upwards to…
1907 · PDF PAGE 68
…ning anger dart like love and strike Into the sacred heart its iterant glee Of scathing tortures worth Hell’s agony To melt—ah, sweet, I know ! in foam and free Lustre of love redoubled. Come to me! I will avenge that anger, like to like, With gentle fires of smitten love, will burn Into your beauty with the athletic rush Of conquering godhead; and your cheek shall] burn From red of wrath to shame’s adorable blush, And so in tears and raptures mix the cup Of dreadful wine we are wont to drain and —well !— Needs but one glance to lift the liquor…