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Page 61 of 771905 · PDF PAGE 182
…oven False at dewfall, at the dawn Sin and sorrow, interwoven, Like a veil are drawn Over love and all delight ; Grey desires invade the white, Love and life are but a span ; Woe is me ! and woe is man ! ’ “ In conclusion, as far as descriptive power and beauty of thought are concerned, we consider that the author of ‘ The Tale of Archais ’ holds the first place among the latter-day poets.”— Cambridge Magazine. Songs of the Spirit. 3s. 6d. A collection of delicate lyrics, illustrative of the vague yet holy aspirations of adolescence. “ We shall…
1909 · PDF PAGE 380
…es as I receive them. The contents of the coffin have not suffered from the wreck. Here they are all, the books and the skull, the roses white and red, the picture and the doll. From the seventh and eighth compartments sprang the same tunes. Truly, the sound reminded me of some hoarse singer, but the quantity of sea- water absorbed during the floating journey from ship to land certainly accounts for it. I shall gather a few lemons and rub the wood carefully with their juices. 372
1909 · PDF PAGE 380
…es as I receive them. The contents of the coffin have not suffered from the wreck. Here they are all, the books and the skull, the roses white and red, the picture and the doll. From the seventh and eighth compartments sprang the same tunes. Truly, the sound reminded me of some hoarse singer, but the quantity of sea- water absorbed during the floating journey from ship to land certainly accounts for it. I shall gather a few lemons and rub the wood carefully with their juices. 372
1922 · PDF PAGE 318
… to us with the same affectation of hustle. “Here, young people,” he said breezily. ‘ Your nerves are all shot to pieces, and no wonder. White tablets for two and a little H. to sweeten them. And you've missed your lunch! That’s too bad. We'll have an old-fashioned high tea. I know there’s some- thing to eat in the coal scuttle or somewhere, and Lala can cook something while I make the buttered toast. You sit down and talk and make your plans for honey- moon number eight, or whichever it is. And don’t get in my way, because I’m going to be a ve…
1929 · PDF PAGE 483
… pronounce judgment on a continent after twenty-four hours? I replied, nevertheless, "I regard America as the hope of the planet --- the white hope." About this time Jack Johnson was hors concours. White hope had become a slang phrase for a challenger without a chance. Of course she did not see the joke. I became so weary of the woman's stupidity that she was bound to make a hopeless hash of what I had said. I told her to try something easier. Reporting a dog-fight would have been about her mark. She went off in a huff, a sagging, shapeless sue…
1904 · PDF PAGE 85
… account, Jesus Christ. Forms, varnished yellow, around it, them, and (I suppose) Him. On one of them is a blackboard with the notice in white paint : “ Those not in fellowship please sit behind this board.” Accepting this dread limitation are several miserable, well-dressed children with active minds, who, finding nothing to interest them in the proceedings, are pointing out to each other the obscene passages in the Bible ; or, this failing from insuffi- cient acquaintance with the sacred volume, are engaged in the Sisyphean task of getting ri…
1910 · PDF PAGE 133
…n sped past me rapidly. I saw a mountaineer; my father preaching with me in his old home; my mother; his mother; a man doing Rajayoga on white god-form. At last a wave of pale light, or rather of a silky texture passed through and over me; then one of the strange inhabitants passed through me unconscious of me, and I returned. Golden Dawn symbol. 14m. Three breaks. May 8th. Position 1. 22m. Seven breaks, Calvary Cross. 50m. Did I go to sleep? 11th. Designed Abrahadabra for a pantacle.* 12th. I performed a Magic Ceremonial at night, followed by …
1910 · PDF PAGE 133
…n sped past me rapidly. I saw a mountaineer; my father preaching with me in his old home; my mother; his mother; a man doing Rajayoga on white god-form. At last a wave of pale light, or rather of a silky texture passed through and over me; then one of the strange inhabitants passed through me unconscious of me, and I returned. Golden Dawn symbol. 14m. Three breaks. May 8th. Position 1. 22m. Seven breaks, Calvary Cross. 50m. Did I go to sleep? 11th. Designed Abrahadabra for a pantacle.* 12th. I performed a Magic Ceremonial at night, followed by …
1922 · PDF PAGE 174
…sure that they could come to no harm by following a man so obviously under the protection of the mountain gods.” Cockie had gone deathly white. He understood with absolute clarity the point of the anecdote. He felt his manhood shamed that he was in the power of this blind black craving. He didn’t really believe that Lamus was telling the truth. He thought the man had risked his life to get those coolies across. It seemed impossible that a man could possess such absolute power and confidence. In other words, he judged King Lamus by himself. He k…
1922 · PDF PAGE 203
…he book. I felt that his voice was the voice of a prophet. I felt myself already saved. “You take some of this,”’ he went on, bringing a white tablet from a little cedar cabinet, and a big glass of cold water. ‘“‘ Throw your head back, and get it well down, and drink all this right off. Here is another to take home to your husband, and don’t forget the water. It will calm you down; your nerves have all gone west. I’ve got some people coming here in a few minutes. But this will help you through the night, and I’m coming round in the morning to s…
1922 · PDF PAGE 68
…well as green peas go with a duck. Don’t imagine we had to spoil the kimono. It was just a tuck in the quilting. Out comes a dear little white silk bag; and we open that, and there’s a heap of snow that I’d much rather see than Mont Blanc. Well, you know, when you see it, you’ve got to sniff it. What’s it for? Nobody can answer that. Don’t tell me about ‘‘ use in operations on the throat.”” Lou didn’t need anything done to her throat. She sang like Melba, and she looked like a peach; and she was a Péche-Melba, just like two and two makes four. …
1907 · PDF PAGE 139
…en of scars, Come forth! I invoke ye, O clouds! ye veils ! ye divine avatars ! THE CLOUDS. Sun’s spirit is calling ! We gather together, White wreaths, as appalling Pale ghosts of dead weather,
1938 · PDF PAGE 21
S∴S∴ and this is, being interpreted, The Great White Brotherhood. Below was written: With Us Two Thousand Years is as One Day. Then my Instructor showed me that the Brotherhood send forth one of their fellows every two thousand years, bringing one Word to serve Mankind as a new Formula of Magick, that it may take one further step on the long road that leadeth to Perfection. Also, twice in that period, that is, at intervals of a little more than three, and a little less than seven, centuries, they send a lesser prophet to prepare the Way of th…
1906 · PDF PAGE 127
…aunted. By spells that are murmured and rays of my soul strongly flung, never daunted ; By gesture of tracery traced with a wand dappled white ; I summon the spirits of earth from the gloom they for ages have haunted. O woman of deep-red skin! like the teak! O delight Of my soul in the hollows of earth—how my spirit hath taunted— Away ! I am here, I am laid to the breast of the earth in the dusk of the night, By palm and pagoda enchaunted. Carved hair AHAB: Part I, THE polished silver flings me back Dominant brows and eyes of bronze, A curling …
1909 · PDF PAGE 29
…ittany of Crete . The Magical Circle and Triangle 10 Peppermint Galbanum ... . The Dagger or Fan . . 11 All cerebral excitants | Mastic, White Sandal, Mace, Storax, | The Wand or Caduceus 12 all Fugitive Odours Juniper, Pennyroyal, | Menstrual Blood, Camphor, Aloes, all | Bow and Arrow . . | 13 all emmenogogues Sweet Virginal Odours All aphrodisiacs . Sandalwood, Myrtle, all Soft Volup- | The Girdle . 14 tuous Odours All cerebral excitants | Dragon’s Blood The Horns, Energy, the Burin . 15 Sugar Storax The Labour of Preparation 16 Ergot and ecb…
1922 · PDF PAGE 130
…ended to pull ourselves together to please him, but I couldn’t blind my eyes to the fact that I was likely to lose my money, because the white elephant had turned into a quite ordinary Zebu or Brahman cow, or at the best a two-humped or Bactrian dromedary, in any case, an animal entirely unfitted by nature to carry the money of a cautious backer. Agitated by this circumstance, I was hardly in a condition to realise the nature of the proposals laid before the meeting by Worshipful Brother Feccles, Acting Deputy Grand Secretary General. | But rou…
1922 · PDF PAGE 183
…ine. I hadn't the strength to enjoy myself to the full. Pity and tenderness brought the tears to my eyes. I shook out a dose of the dull white He sniffed it up with stupid lethargy like a man who has lost hope of life, yet still takes his medicine as a routine. He came up gradually, but was hardly himself till after the third dose. I took one, too, to keep him company, not because I needed it. I sent bim out to get shaved and buy clean linen. I take a curious delight in writing this diary. I know now why it is and it has rather startled me. It’…
1954 · PDF PAGE 107
…d the Tantrics are in reality the most advanced of the Hindus. Their theory is, in its philosophical ultimatum, a primitive stage of the White tradition, for the essence of the Tantric cults is that by the performance of certain rites of Magick, one does not only escape disaster, but obtains
1922 · PDF PAGE 131
…me with the disguises the next day in the afternoon. And I wasn’t going to waste a minute. - J admit I was pretty sick about the way the white cloud let me down. I’d have gone after the silly old sun myself if: I hadn’t been a married man. - However, there we were alone, alone for ever, Lou and I in Capri, it was all much too good to be true! Sunlight and moonlight and starlight! They were all in her eyes. And she handed out the cocaine with such a provocative gesture! I knew what it was to be insane. I could understand perfectly well why the s…
1922 · PDF PAGE 207
…t the air; he began to mutter rapidly and un- intelligibly. I was horribly frightened. I got up and lit the gas. The poor boy’s face was white as death; but small, dark crimson flushes burnt on the cheek-bones. I sat at the table for some time and thought. I didn’t dare send for a doctor. He might know what was the matter and take him away from me; take