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Page 64 of 1121898 · PDF PAGE 18
…watch over her myself, I an God together. is so frail and white, and she ¢< understands. sees my soul, and Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, till we kiss again beyond the moon there—it is the moon, isn’t it, come to see that Esme¢ is not too sad about my dying? Be kind to her ‘always, moon, when I am gone beyond you! You must finish my poem, Esmé; there is only a little todo. Kiss me the last time! Good-bye, my dear friends, I wish I could take your hands, but I am so weak. K…
1928 · PDF PAGE 115
…tom, 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, another from the third, and so on; some of them written in a half-jesting style as if seeking to disguise un- der the cloak of frivolity the sincerity of their request; others dully shameless and misspelt, but all of the same purport, …
1899 · PDF PAGE 203
…f the land lets through The purple of the violets, begot On tears by kisses, where the early dew Glistens in no sun’s beams but in those eyes Wherein my life-love lies. The Fear of Hell is past by virtue of The sweet shed blood that burns out sin ; the Fear Of living on beyond that silent year When I shall follow to the grave of love All that is left of all that I held dear, And my whole heart is buried with the bier That is quite hidden with the flowers above— Jasmine for passion, snowdrop for a tear—
1910 · PDF PAGE 123
…seed Of word and deed ? To thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied, (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes To little children, as the storm-tossed bark Hails in the dark Some hardly visible harbour light ; we hold The hours of gold To our own breasts, whose hours are iron and brass : So swift they pass And grind us down : we hold the wondrous light Our scattering sight Yet sees, the one star in a night of woe. We trust, and so Lift up our voices in the dying day Indeed to pray : O little hands that are so s…
1928 · PDF PAGE 105
…arises at the sight of the unknown. If I wished to try to define in any way their strange expression, I would say that never have I seen eyes that shone more forcefully with the horror of boredom and with the immortal desire to feel themselves alive. My host and myself were already by the time we sat down old and good friends. We ate, we drank outrageously every sort of ex- traordinary wine, and, a thing no less strange, it seemed to me after several hours that I was no more drunk than he was; nevertheless, gambling, that super-human pleasure, …
1939 · PDF PAGE 61
…hich occur during the practices of Pratyahara. Very early during my retirement in Kandy, I had been trying to concentrate by slanting my eyes towards the tip of my nose. This, by the way, is not a good practice; one is liable to strain the eyes. But what happened was that I woke up in the night; my hand touched a nose; I immediately concluded that some one was in the room. Not at all; I only thought so because my nose had passed away from the region of my observation by the practice of concentrating upon it. 12. The same sort of thing occurs wi…
1899 · PDF PAGE 19
…right moon bare Her maiden bosom, through the kissing gold Where lovers’ lips are molten, and breasts hold Their sister bodies, and deep eyes are wed, And fire of fire enflowers the sacred head Of mingling passion, through the silent sleep Where love sobs out its life, and new loves leap To being, through the dawn of all new things, There burns an angel: whose amazing wings Wave in the sunbright air, whose lips of flame Chant the almighty music of One Name, Whose perfume fills the silent atmosphere, Whose passionate melodies caress the ear; An …
1899 · PDF PAGE 137
…watch over her myself, I an God together. is so frail and white, and she ¢< understands. sees my soul, and Heaven is, always open to her eyes when she looks up, and she is so beautiful. Will it seem long, Esmé, till we kiss again beyond the moon there—it is the moon, isn’t it, come to see that Esme¢ is not too sad about my dying? Be kind to her ‘always, moon, when I am gone beyond you! You must finish my poem, Esmé; there is only a little todo. Kiss me the last time! Good-bye, my dear friends, I wish I could take your hands, but I am so weak. K…
1907 · PDF PAGE 208
…and no breath Assures the walls of death That life remembers, that their hate is quelled. My ears, my scent avail. me nought; My slavish eyes are bought By the command wherewith I am compelled, Alas ! my heart sinks momently. Fear steals and misery. From faith in faith of Hell my thoughts dis- sever. Yet, O my heart! abide, endure! Seek not by sight to assure, Or she is lost to thee and lost for ever ! Now breathes the night-air o’er the deep, And limb-dissolving sleep Laps my own country, and the maiden moon Gleams silver barley from the sea, …
1910 · PDF PAGE 295
…s a large tablet of mosaic; many squares and many colours. On the squares were letters in an unknown tongue. She began to play, her gray eyes fixed upon one square on whose centre stood this character, N. It was in black on white; and the four sides of the square were blue, yellow, red, and black. She began to play. The air was low, sweet, soft, and slow. It seemed that she was listening, not to her own playing, but for some other sound. Her bow quickened; the air grew IV T 277
1910 · PDF PAGE 295
…s a large tablet of mosaic; many squares and many colours. On the squares were letters in an unknown tongue. She began to play, her gray eyes fixed upon one square on whose centre stood this character, N. It was in black on white; and the four sides of the square were blue, yellow, red, and black. She began to play. The air was low, sweet, soft, and slow. It seemed that she was listening, not to her own playing, but for some other sound. Her bow quickened; the air grew IV T 277
1912 · PDF PAGE 162
…odameranu. Odo cicale Qaal Zodoreje, lape zodiredo Noco Mada, hoathahe IAIDA. THE THIRTEENTH KEY O YE Swords of the South, which have 42 eyes to stir up the wrath 01 Sin: making men drunken which are empty: Behold the Promise of God, and His Power, which is called amongst ye a bitter sting] Move and Appear! unveil the mysteries of your Creation, for I am the servant of the same your God, the true worshipper of the Highest The Angle 01 A 01 v, in the tablet 01 V. The Prince 01 the Chariot 01 Earth. 120
1912 · PDF PAGE 162
…odameranu. Odo cicale Qaal Zodoreje, lape zodiredo Noco Mada, hoathahe IAIDA. THE THIRTEENTH KEY O YE Swords of the South, which have 42 eyes to stir up the wrath 01 Sin: making men drunken which are empty: Behold the Promise of God, and His Power, which is called amongst ye a bitter sting] Move and Appear! unveil the mysteries of your Creation, for I am the servant of the same your God, the true worshipper of the Highest The Angle 01 A 01 v, in the tablet 01 V. The Prince 01 the Chariot 01 Earth. 120
1913 · PDF PAGE 207
…of day, There stands the statue of a god, awaking From torpor; reaching up to the pale blue skies, And wingless, and with longing in his eyes For the unattainable goal; with lips that quiver 169
1913 · PDF PAGE 293
…ng that He does not exist, are dragged by the chariot of fatality to believe that He does exist, and to adore Him themselves with closed eyes. Why ?—Because this Absurd is the infinite source of reason. The light springs eternally from the eternal shadows. Science, that Babel Tower of the spirit, may twist and coil its spirals ever ascending as it will; it may make the earth tremble, it will never touch the sky. God is He whom we shall eternally learn to know better, and, consequently, He whom we shall never know entirely. The realm of mystery …
1913 · PDF PAGE 207
…of day, There stands the statue of a god, awaking From torpor; reaching up to the pale blue skies, And wingless, and with longing in his eyes For the unattainable goal; with lips that quiver 169
1913 · PDF PAGE 293
…ng that He does not exist, are dragged by the chariot of fatality to believe that He does exist, and to adore Him themselves with closed eyes. Why ?—Because this Absurd is the infinite source of reason. The light springs eternally from the eternal shadows. Science, that Babel Tower of the spirit, may twist and coil its spirals ever ascending as it will; it may make the earth tremble, it will never touch the sky. God is He whom we shall eternally learn to know better, and, consequently, He whom we shall never know entirely. The realm of mystery …
1928 · PDF PAGE 112
…doubt- less kicked away was overturned beside him; his head was convulsively crooked over one shoulder; his blood-suffused face, and his eyes, wide open, with affrightening fixity, made me think at the first moment that he was alive. To take him down was not so easy a task as you might think; he was already quite stiff, and I had an inexplicable repugnance to let him fall roughly to the ground. I was obliged to hold him up entirely with one arm, and to cut the cord with my free hand; but when that was done, all was not done; the little monster …
1909 · PDF PAGE 137
…o attempt to write of the dew and the flowers in the clear October sunlight. Yet the light which I behold is still more than sunlight. My eyes too are quite weak from the Vision ; I cannot bear the brilliance of things. The clock of the Senate strikes ; and my ears are ravished with its mysterious melody. It is the Infinite interior movement of things, secured by the co-exten- Ι35
1912 · PDF PAGE 96
…ttle wit, O bat of little breed ! They are the very scarsit was mine own surprise. Theres more beneath the stars than meets a critics eyes. MORTADELLO. I know you, false and vile. MONICA. The holy wounds are there. Think you no God can smile upon a sinners prayer ? MORTADELLO. If they be true, indeed, our holy faith is naught. MONICA. Is that so strange a screed ?