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… Lakeland fades from the sight . Only the sad slow Cam like a sire with age grown heavy Wearily moves to the sea , to quicken to life at last . Blithelier I depart , to a sea of sunnier kindness ; Hours of waiting are past ; I re - quicken to love .
…, mon ] But the ae best dance e'er came tae oor land Was—the de’il's awa' wi' th' Exciseman! [Charus as öefore. All dame merrily, and at last eum [he minister is carried of ὁ] a big ”1503111!/?)?חgirl into llle centre ofthe amati.] CURTAIN. 229
…, mon ] But the ae best dance e'er came tae oor land Was—the de’il's awa' wi' th' Exciseman! [Charus as öefore. All dame merrily, and at last eum [he minister is carried of ὁ] a big ”1503111!/?)?חgirl into llle centre ofthe amati.] CURTAIN. 229
… thou belovéd head And marble pallor of a prince's brow, At the cliff’s edge we stand together now ; The parting of our ways has come at last. Mine is the bitterest journey, as I trow, A man may take, so solitary, so vast, It binds the future now, and stultifies the past. Only the hope that God may reunite Our ways diverging, and make one again The deathless love that burns a beacon bright On the black deeps, the irremeable main, That men must launch on, the exalted plain Of Life. We sever, and our tears are few, Knowing perchance beyond the mo…
…d 30th Aethyrs were given to me in Mexico in August 1900, and I am now (23. 11. 9) trying to get the rest. It is to be remarked that the last three aethyrs have ten angels attributed to them, and they therefore represent the ten Sephiroth. Yet these ten form but one, a Malkuth-pendant to the next three, and so on, each set being, as it were, absorbed in the higher. The last set consists, therefore, of the first three aethyrs with the remaining twenty- seven as their Malkuth. And the letters of the first three aethyrs are the key-sigils of the m…
THE EQUINOX We are going to state forthwith, in this last book, by what means the true initiates have made themselves the masters of life, how they have overcome sorrow and death; how they work upon themselves and others the transforma- tion of Proteus; how they exercise the divining power of Apollonius; how they make the gold of Raymond Lully and of Flamel; how in order to renew their youth they possess the secrets of Postel the Re-arisen, and those alleged to have been in the keeping of Cagliostro. In short, we are going to speak the last wor…
THE EQUINOX We are going to state forthwith, in this last book, by what means the true initiates have made themselves the masters of life, how they have overcome sorrow and death; how they work upon themselves and others the transforma- tion of Proteus; how they exercise the divining power of Apollonius; how they make the gold of Raymond Lully and of Flamel; how in order to renew their youth they possess the secrets of Postel the Re-arisen, and those alleged to have been in the keeping of Cagliostro. In short, we are going to speak the last wor…
…od in that awful music that made his lines quiver and shimmer like live coals. And the end was to have been so perfect: there was on the last passage of his work a hush, a silence almost as if the world—his world—awaited the voice of some great one. And now the silence is not broken. Perhaps men were not ready for those final chords. Perhaps to hear them would be to pass where he has passed! But oh! the pity! To leave his greatest task undone! To be stricken down in the last charge, a good soldier to the end! Would God he could come back only
…d drone out their dismal tale With drawl and whine, the Galilean sound Of snuffle and twang ? May not their stinking souls Interpret our last sighs as penitence When we close up the coruscating scrolls Of our life's joy, seal up the jar of sense To broach the starry flagon — splendid spilth? These creeping cravens shall be circumvented; They shall not belch their flatulence and filth On us, or tell the world that we repented. Come, as we strained it, let us break the tether ~Tn the last luxury — to die together ! IX Let Death steal softly throu…
…od in that awful music that made his lines quiver and shimmer like live coals. And the end was to have been so perfect: there was on the last passage of his work a hush, a silence almost as if the world—his world—awaited the voice of some great one. And now the silence is not broken. Perhaps men were not ready for those final chords. Perhaps to hear them would be to pass where he has passed! But oh! the pity! To leave his greatest task undone! To be stricken down in the last charge, a good soldier to the end! Would God he could come back only
…ntial one. Yet of course Pranayama, for one thing, has its own definite magical effect, apart from teaching the practitioner that he must last out those three seconds—those deadly long last three seconds—even if he burst in the process. All this I am writing during breakfast. My devotees may note, by the way, how the desire to sleep is breaking up. Night I. 7% hours, unbroken from 12.30. ,, II. 7 hours nearly, with dreams. ,, III. 8 hours nearly; but woke three or {our times, and if I had not been a worm would have scattered it like chaff I ,, I…
166 THE EQUINOX XIII DEATH THE ways are fixed unto the last abode Of death ; there is no sign-post on that road ; No man hath found it, and no man shall find The secret way under the heavens : blind Is knowledge, for within man’s mortal brain There is an end to thought, an end to pain; And there is death, a cool, gray, silent place, Calm in the afterglow of life; one grace Kept pure and holy, and one sacred thing In the deep centre of the mystic ring Of life, whence all roads lead, a winding path Through plains of dumb despair and sunless wrath…
166 THE EQUINOX XIII DEATH THE ways are fixed unto the last abode Of death ; there is no sign-post on that road ; No man hath found it, and no man shall find The secret way under the heavens : blind Is knowledge, for within man’s mortal brain There is an end to thought, an end to pain; And there is death, a cool, gray, silent place, Calm in the afterglow of life; one grace Kept pure and holy, and one sacred thing In the deep centre of the mystic ring Of life, whence all roads lead, a winding path Through plains of dumb despair and sunless wrath…
…ng the accurséd field Until the furrows flamed across the sun, ~ Treading whose glory stood Apollo’s self As witness of the deed. Then a last thrust Savage, drove them less savage to their stalls, And Jason turned and laughed. Then drew he out The dreadful teeth of woe, Cadmean stock Of Thebes’ old misery, and presently Pacing the furrowed field, he scattered them With muttered words of power athwart the course Of the bright moon, due path of pestilence And terror. Ere the last bone fell to earth The accurséd harvest sprang to life. Armed men, …
…en the boat As dust beneath our feet, leap up and run Upward, and flash, and suddenly sigh back . Happy, and rest with limbs entwined at last On pale blue air, the empyreal floor, As on a bank of flowers in the old days Before this journey. So I think we slept. But now, awaking, suddenly we feel A sound as if within us, and without, So penetrating and so self-inspired Sounded the voice we knew as God’s, The words Were not a question any more, but said : “The last and greatest is within you now.” And fire too subtle and omniscient Devoured our s…
…urn deadens it completely. Water appears no longer as the Sea but as pools; and there is no florescence in this card as there was in the last. The Lotuses droop for lack of sun and rain, and the soil is poison to them; only two of the stems show blossoms at all. The cups are shallow, old and broken. They are arranged in three rows; of these the upper row of three is quite empty. Water trickles from the two flowers into the two central cups, and they drip into the two lowest without filling them. The background of the card shows pools, or lagoon…
…XI Swift-winged Stability, Lifting the earth and sky, Hold me up utterly, Keep me, O Shuwe ! XII Virginal Queen of Earth, Late love, and last of birth, Loose, loose the golden girth, Nephthys, the crowned one ! XIII Hail, crowned Harpocrates, Shew, shew thy secrecies, Lotus-throned silences, Typhon’s replacer !
…t Way Through all this endless maze of whirling things. Ah! let me pierce to the heart, to the heart of the Rose. I am pale as the Rose: last night came Love to me, And brushed me with his wing; and I arose, And stared out from my window into the dark. There was rain and wind, and the unforgotten cry Of her who hath striven for ever, and failed at last For that Life had conquered her. But she came to me, Crying, “ Wilt thou not lend me of thy strength, And yield thy love to me?” How should I tell Of this silent thing, this wise debauch of a god…
…t Way Through all this endless maze of whirling things. Ah! let me pierce to the heart, to the heart of the Rose. I am pale as the Rose: last night came Love to me, And brushed me with his wing; and I arose, And stared out from my window into the dark. There was rain and wind, and the unforgotten cry Of her who hath striven for ever, and failed at last For that Life had conquered her. But she came to me, Crying, “ Wilt thou not lend me of thy strength, And yield thy love to me?” How should I tell Of this silent thing, this wise debauch of a god…
and she wished to keep it as a relic at once horrible and dearand she took possession of the nail and the cord. At last, at last, all was over. There was nothing more to do but to go back to work even more eagerly than was my custom, so as to drive away, little by little, this tiny corpse which haunted the halls of my brain, and whose phantom with its great fixed eyes wore me out. But the next day I received a packet of letters, some from the tenants in my own house, some from next door; one from the first floor, another from the second, anoth…