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Page 70 of 1291907 · PDF PAGE 49
… Mine , with hysteric laughter And the following four verses in " Saida ” superb : The spears of the night at her onset Are lords of the day for a while , The magical green of the sunset , The magical blue of the Nile . Afloat are the gales In our slumberous sails On the beautiful breast of the Nile . are We have swooned through the midday exhausted By the lips -- they are whips - of the sun , The horizon befogged and befrosted By the haze and the grays and the dun Of the whirlings of sand Let loose on the land By the wind that is born of the s…
1910 · PDF PAGE 106
… Ah ! No dim mystery of desire Fathoms this gulf ! No light invades The mystical musical shades Of a faith in the future, a dream of the day When athwart the dim glades Of the forest a ray Of sunlight shall flash and the dew die away ! 15. Let there then be obscurity in this ! There is an after rapture in the kiss. The fire, flesh, perfume, music that outpaced All time, fly off ; they are subtle : there abides A secret and most maiden taste ; Salt, as of the invisible tides Of the molten sea of gold Men may at times behold In the rayless scarab…
1912 · PDF PAGE 61
…o Eternity ? [He falls dead upon the corpse of MAGDALENA. MORTADELLO. [Rising on one elbow.] No, help me, loving friends, I live. Is the day won ? A NOBLE. Ay ! we lash home the fogs of revolution Are you sore hurt ? MORTADELLO. Hurt, ay ! but I shall live to flood These two-and-seventy isles with their childrens blood. Tend me, I faint. She-wolf ! O putrid period ! [He falls again. They support him and carry him in the chair of MAGDALENA. Wast thou the Saint of Christ, the virgin vowed to God ? Tigress and snake ! Black-hearted whore ! God, …
1912 · PDF PAGE 327
…ע thickness, cloud ; Aub Demon-King of Hod, and?לאילב Night Demon of z" Decs m Gimel?למג The Wise One?המכח To trust in, shelter in?הסה A day of {east?בוטDV A leader, chief, judge?ןייר 72 T73 74
1912 · PDF PAGE 327
…ע thickness, cloud ; Aub Demon-King of Hod, and?לאילב Night Demon of z" Decs m Gimel?למג The Wise One?המכח To trust in, shelter in?הסה A day of {east?בוטDV A leader, chief, judge?ןייר 72 T73 74
1944 · PDF PAGE 121
…as guide of the dead. Also Hermes leading up Eurydice, and Christ raising up Jairus’ daughter. Christ is said to have risen on the third day, because it takes three days for the Planet Mercury to become visible after separating from the orb of the sun. (It may be noted
1909 · PDF PAGE 36
… ever open! For He is always there, and always eager to come in. I rise and open unto my Beloved. . . . May it be granted unto me in the daylight of this day to construct from DCLXXI a perfect ritual of self-initiation, so as to avoid the constant difficulty of assuming various God-forms. Then let that ritual be a constant and perfect link between Us . . . so that at all times I may be perfect in Thy Knowledge and Conversation, Ο mine Holy Guardian Angel! to whom I have aspired these ten years past. And though as it may seem I now compose myself…
1910 · PDF PAGE 145
…dy ; Peace in his house is master of fear ; His holy Name is in the West When the sun sinks, the royal rays Of moonrise flash across the days ! I have risen ! I have risen ! as a mighty hawk of gold ! From the golden egg I gather, and my wings the world enfold. I alight in mighty splendour from the thrond boats of light ; Companies of Spirits follow me ; adore the Lords of Night. Yea, with gladness did they pæan, bowing low be-fore my car, In my ears their homage echoed from the sunrise to the star. I have risen ! I am gathered as a lovely ha…
1910 · PDF PAGE 193
…mily, do get a gentler footman. Oh ! Oh ! Nobody cares for the poor old man. I am thrown on the dust-heap. Oh, Emily, may you suffer one day as I suffer ! Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! [The Nurse comes forward and soothes him. NURSE. You must really be more careful of my patient, Thomas. THOMAS. I humbly beg pardon, miss. I think the balls is gritty, miss. Ill ile em to-morrow. GRANDFATHER. There, you see, Nurse is the only one that loves me. I should like to marry you, Nurse, eh ? And cut em all out ? MRS. OSSORY. [Glares at Nurse in silence, not trusting…
1904 · PDF PAGE 86
… sotto voce. Yes ! it’s all so blesséd and romantic, my dear, thank the Lord ! They were both brought to Jesus on one night, Ascen- sion Day, as the poor PaganI bodies call it, through the minis- tration of Mr. Hogwash, the Baptist minister at Brixton (Mr. Chesterton executes the cake-walk), who they say is a good man, and very much blessed of the dear Lord, my dear, in his ministrations, though of course he has not been brought out of sect2 as yet. II AGÉD SISTER, do. Dear ! Dear ! Very sad ! Perhaps the dear Lord will open his eyes. (The pray…
1912 · PDF PAGE 111
…an. Venice has need of it. 2ND MASK. And more need of a man ! ALESSANDRO. Nay, brothers, by your leave. The train but needs the spark. A daythe flash will cleave the horror of the dark. Do me this honour ; dine with me to-morrow eve. I promise you good wine, and shapely limbs to weave Your dreams to more than dream. Besides, I promise this : You shall know how extreme abject a thing he is. And you may see, perhaps, a drama something apt Of how in his own traps the hunter may be trapped. 1ST MASK. Well, we accept the gage. We have upheld him we…
1913 · PDF PAGE 65
… "How shall I use this slug?" And in this course he must persist. Though many things useless, so far as he can see, are sent to him, one day he will find the one thing he needs, while his Understanding will appreciate the fact that none of those other things were useless. So with these early practices of renunciation it will now be clearly understood that they were but of temporary use. They were only of value as training. The adept will laugh over his early absurdities —the disproportions will have been harmonized; and the structure of his sou…
1929 · PDF PAGE 158
…ery morning, and it is very cold till some time after dawn. I wish sanctity was not so incompatible with sanity and sanitation! The next day after breakfast Allan cam to the doctor's house to avoid worshippers, but a few of them found him out after all and produced {271} buttered eggs, newspapers, marmalade, brazil nuts, bicarbonate of potash and works on Buddhism from their ample robes. We were able, however, to talk of Buddhism and our plans for extending it to Europe, most of the day. The next four days were occupied in the same way. 33 Whil…
1910 · PDF PAGE 137
…no good. Thoth. 1om. Rather poor. Cross. 15m. Not very good. Golden Dawn 1om. Not good. Symbol. [My thought seems terribly wandering nowadays.] Isis. 19m. Not so bad. Winged-Globe. 12m. Bad, sleepy. Triangle of Fire 15m. Very wandering. with Cross in centre, Abrahadabra 17m. Pretty good,though perhaps the whole pantacle. was hardly ever absolutely clear. Tried Physical Astral Projection twice. In the first one the person employed to watch—my beloved Soror F.— saw physical arm bent whilst my own was straight. I did the H.P.K. ritual at night to …
1910 · PDF PAGE 137
…no good. Thoth. 1om. Rather poor. Cross. 15m. Not very good. Golden Dawn 1om. Not good. Symbol. [My thought seems terribly wandering nowadays.] Isis. 19m. Not so bad. Winged-Globe. 12m. Bad, sleepy. Triangle of Fire 15m. Very wandering. with Cross in centre, Abrahadabra 17m. Pretty good,though perhaps the whole pantacle. was hardly ever absolutely clear. Tried Physical Astral Projection twice. In the first one the person employed to watch—my beloved Soror F.— saw physical arm bent whilst my own was straight. I did the H.P.K. ritual at night to …
1913 · PDF PAGE 219
… the red-tipped lilies under the moon For ever! the red-tipped lilies under the moon | And now there is no cry to stir the dark, And the day is faded; there is no more light. There is no more light, but through the dusky air The wind-harps play, the strings respond to the winds, As the droning oceans call to the listening skies; The hills stand dark and deep in steadfast gloom ; Twilight is slain 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 …
1913 · PDF PAGE 219
… the red-tipped lilies under the moon For ever! the red-tipped lilies under the moon | And now there is no cry to stir the dark, And the day is faded; there is no more light. There is no more light, but through the dusky air The wind-harps play, the strings respond to the winds, As the droning oceans call to the listening skies; The hills stand dark and deep in steadfast gloom ; Twilight is slain 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 …
1929 · PDF PAGE 500
…of the water, and moving against the current at a regular rate. The word "submarine" was whispered by the pallid lips of patriots. Every day the new type of submarine chaser might be seen steaming downstream, to be fitted with its armament, five or six a day. No one knew the limits of German genius. The Deutschland had crossed safely with her supplies of 606, America's most urgent need. It was perfectly possibly that they had built a new type of submarine capable of raising hell in the Hudson. When I got back to the island, one of the boys brou…
1903 · PDF PAGE 10
…e though not infinite power. The Buddhists admit the existence of Maha-Brahma, but his power and knowledge are limited and his age- long day must end. I find evidence every-where, even in our garbled and mutilated version of the Hebrew Scriptures, that Jehovah’s power was limited in all sorts of ways. At the Fall, for instance, Tetragrammaton Elohim has to summon his angels hastily to guard the Tree of Life, lest ke should be proved a liar. For had it occurred to Adam to eat of that Tree before their trans- gression was discovered, or had the S…
1909 · PDF PAGE 51
…t the time: e.g., one might dip oneself in petroleum and set light to it, as the young lady mystic did—I suppose in Brittany l—the other day. It’s not the act that hurts, but the consequences; so, although one knows only roughly what will happen, one can force oneself to the act. This, then, is a possible form of self-martyrdom. Similarly, mutilations; though it is perhaps just to observe that all these people are mad when they do these things, and their standard 01 pleasure and pain consequently so different from the sane man’s as to be incomp…