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Page 67 of 1121910 · PDF PAGE 28
AMBERGRIS 19 Follow thou him ! Work ever, if thy heart Be fervent with one hope, thy brain with art, Thy lips with song, thine arm with strength to smite : Achieve some act ; its name shall not depart. Christ laid Loves corner-stone, and Cæsar built The tower of glory ; Sapphos life was spilt From fervent lips the torch of song to ignite : Thou mayst add yet a stoneif but thou wilt. And yet the days stream by ; night shakes the day From his pale throne of purple, to allay The tremors of the earth ; day smiteth dark With the swift poignard di…
1911 · PDF PAGE 86
…on is savage. The God alike of Jews and Moslems delights in death. Or why are men and beasts slain in His honour? Brutal force is at the heart of things. Man is dragged crying from his mother's womb in dire agony; man fights his surroundings ——the nearer they are the more bitterly must he fight them 78
1911 · PDF PAGE 86
…on is savage. The God alike of Jews and Moslems delights in death. Or why are men and beasts slain in His honour? Brutal force is at the heart of things. Man is dragged crying from his mother's womb in dire agony; man fights his surroundings ——the nearer they are the more bitterly must he fight them 78
1913 · PDF PAGE 219
… by the old black, wandering god. Summer is buried. There is no more light. But in the breast of the world there stirs again The flaming heart that is my Rose, my Rose, My secret Rose, whom but to name, to name, Is a sacrament upon the altar of Fire: Oh! yellow Fire! Oh! aureate-petalled Rose! Because swift Sorrow hath stricken me, I sing Here in the wavering gloom, the sunless deep, Calling slow dreams from their immortal sleep ; Wakening the murmuring sigh, the spirit’s spring— The bitter pangs of the birth of everything, Immortal Matter and …
1913 · PDF PAGE 347
…then sacred and indissoluble when it really exists. But it cannot really exist, except for beings of a lofty intelligence and of a noble heart. The animals do not marry, and men who live like animals undergo the fatalities of the brute nature. They ceaselessly make unfortunate attempts to act E 49
1913 · PDF PAGE 379
… invent itself, it reveals itself by its works, and it is then that one can cry with the Saviour of the world: “ Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God!” To understand the spirit of charity is to understand all mysteries. G 81
1913 · PDF PAGE 219
… by the old black, wandering god. Summer is buried. There is no more light. But in the breast of the world there stirs again The flaming heart that is my Rose, my Rose, My secret Rose, whom but to name, to name, Is a sacrament upon the altar of Fire: Oh! yellow Fire! Oh! aureate-petalled Rose! Because swift Sorrow hath stricken me, I sing Here in the wavering gloom, the sunless deep, Calling slow dreams from their immortal sleep ; Wakening the murmuring sigh, the spirit’s spring— The bitter pangs of the birth of everything, Immortal Matter and …
1913 · PDF PAGE 347
…then sacred and indissoluble when it really exists. But it cannot really exist, except for beings of a lofty intelligence and of a noble heart. The animals do not marry, and men who live like animals undergo the fatalities of the brute nature. They ceaselessly make unfortunate attempts to act E 49
1913 · PDF PAGE 379
… invent itself, it reveals itself by its works, and it is then that one can cry with the Saviour of the world: “ Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God!” To understand the spirit of charity is to understand all mysteries. G 81
1954 · PDF PAGE 513
… until it creaked and groaned. Presently one slipped over, let himself lightly to the floor and charged. Others followed . All had their heart's desire. I was reminded of Swinburne's Laus Veneris: I let mine eyes have all their will of thee I seal myself upon thee with my might. As for the women, the ferocious glitter of their eyes was almost terrifying. One of them, true, would have joined the happy warriors below; but the butler roughly pulled her back, saying in a shocked voice, "Madame est normale." (I enjoyed that!) Others consoled themsel…
1907 · PDF PAGE 80
…hameful lips of mine, These harlot lips , and kiss you unashamed ? ? Outraged , ravished by the offspring of her vice , yet child of her heart , she still can say as she sees him stand before her , a fiendish monster , with the bloody razor with which he has just slain Madeline , a pure and innocent girl : Kill yourself. Such was her love , her duty to her motherhood ; very different indeed was the love of Ratoum . But anon . Another picture of maternal affection , this time more musical , we find in “ The Spring after, ” of “ Mysteries : Lyric…
1910 · PDF PAGE 105
…e and sphere, perfect in every part High above hope of Art : Though, be it said ! thou art nowhere now, Save in the secret chamber of my heart, Behind the brass of my anonymous brow. 12. Ay ! let the coward and slave who writes write on ! He is no more harm to Love than the grey snake Who lurks in the dusk brake For the bare-legged village-boy, is to the Sun, The Sire of Life. The Lover and the Wife, Immune, intact, ignore. The people hear ; Then, be the people smitten of grey Fear, It is no odds ! 13. I have seen the eternal Gods Sit, star-wed…
1961 · PDF PAGE 113
…venth Year of the Æon, even in the Week after thy Birth. And I think this Woman to be Her whom I call WESRUN. But even while with a pure Heart I did invoke Her, there came unto me another like unto Her, so that I am confused in my Mind and bewildered. And this other Woman stirreth my true Nature in its Depth, so that I will not call it Love. For the Voice of Love I know of old; but this other Woman speaketh in a Tongue whereof I have no Understanding. k
1909 · PDF PAGE 132
…hee out ; though Thou wrap Thyself in the Flames οἵthe Abyss, even there will I pursue Thee; Though Thou make Thee a secret place in the Heart of the Rose or at the Arms of the Cross that spanneth all-embracing Space; though Thou be in the inmost part of matter, or behind the Veil of mind; Thee will I follow; Thee will I over- take; Thee will I gather into my being. So thus as I chase Thee from fastness to fastness of my brain, as Thou throwest out against me Veil after Magic Veil of glory, or of fear, or of despair, or of desire; it matters no…
1910 · PDF PAGE 107
…th an hook ? Enough ; I see This I can answeror Ernst Haeckel can ! Now, God Almighty, rede this mystery ! What of the love that is the heart of man ? Take stars and airs, and write it down ! Fill all the interstices of space With myriad verseown Thy disgrace ! Diminish Thy renown ! Approve my riddle ! This Thou canst not do. 17. O living Rose ! O dowered with subtle dew Of love, the tiny eternities of time, Caught between flying seconds, are well filled With these futilities of fragrant rime ; In Loves retort distilled, In sunrays of fierce…
1910 · PDF PAGE 34
…d disgusted with me. He will hardly credit that anyone can take deities so seriously as to do anyone an injury on their behalf. He is at heart a Pagan ; Mary is his mistress and Jesus his « Bambino », and he loves to play with them in the woods where the sunlight traces its faint fan-patterns among the leaves. The idea of a Jesus who objected to people playing on a Sunday — who insisted on being worshipped in a silk hat and frock coat, who couldn’t stand people obtaining re- freshment after 12-30 — well, it never struck him, that’s all ! So whe…
1954 · PDF PAGE 413
… that Aeon "the Lord in the West," tells him: "Fear is failure, and the forerunner of failure: be thou therefore without fear for in the heart of the coward virtue abideth not." Listen, my child! I, even I, moi qui vous parle, need no information about fear. When I was twelve years old, it was discovered that I had defective kidneys; the opinion, nomine contradicente, of the Medical Profession was that I could certainly never live to be twenty-one. (Some people think that they were right!) But after a couple of years with tutors in the wildest …
1929 · PDF PAGE 480
…t if the great Patriot seemed to be not giving me my duty, it was from shortage of paper or writer's cramp, not from lack of kindness of heart. I had indeed ample evidence of what wealth of magnanimity was buttoned beneath that patriotic waistcoat. A well-known journalist, who has never written a book on the Musical Glasses, a biography of either Lord Henry Somerset, Canon Aitken or F. E. Smith, any novel about Fenian dynamiters, or any short story about Portuguese matadors, had written various articles for the Patriot Bottomley; and he had not…
1909 · PDF PAGE 96
… ₪258/?)?ושמthink af Adonai! Exactly: the one difficulty] My best way out will be to concentrate on the New Ritual, learn it perfectly by heart, work it at the right moment. . . . I will go, with this idea, to have a Citron presse; thence to my Secret Restaurant, and dine, always learning the Ritual. I will leave off the mantra, though it is nearly as much part of me as my head by now; and instead repeat over and over again the words of the Ritual so that I can do it in the end with perfect fluency and comprehension. And this time may Adonai buil…
1910 · PDF PAGE 104
…hance companion, some soul damned afresh Since my redemption, that is vocal at all, For I am wrapt away from light and call In the sweet heart of the red rose. My spirit only knows This woman and no more ; who would know more I, I am concentrate In the unshakable state Of constant rapture. Who should pour His ravings in the air for winds to whirl, Far from the central pearl Of all the diadem of the universe ? Let God take pen, rehearse Dull nursery tales ; then, not before, O rose, Red rose ! shall the beloved of thee, Infinite rose ! pen pueri…