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Page 71 of 871905 · PDF PAGE 41
… and my power The absolute. My child, gird on thy strength 5 Clothe limbs with lustiness, and mind- with might, That, communing with me, though for an hour, Thou mayest conquer when day comes at length.” THE PHILOSOPHER’S PROGRESS. That which ts aboue, ts Vike that whitch ts below ; and that which ts below, ts like that which ts above. HERMES TRISMEGISTUS. THAT which is highest as the deep Is fixed, the depth as that above : Death’s face is as the face of Sleep ; And Lust is likest Love. So stand the angels one by one Higher and higher with lam…
1907 · PDF PAGE 225
…s day you, Hermes, led me blindfold to awake a chosen runner of the course. ‘In all my wanderings in darkness your light shone before me though I knew it not.’ To-day (one may almost hope, turning into the straight) you and I are alone. Terrible and joyous! We shall find companions at the End, at the banquet, lissome and cool and garlanded; companions with a Silver Star or maybe a Jewelled Eye mobile and uncertain—as if alive—on their foreheads. We shall be bidden to sit, and they will wreathe us with immortal flowers, and give us to drink of t…
1919 · PDF PAGE 171
…E very hard up. The power to retreat into that part of me which is Peace, free from all strife, remains with me. To be an onlooker at my thoughts and actions and remain the while in perfect rest—very seldom disturbed by outside influences— this is indeed something. Another important thing I would mention. I have an intense longing for more Love, a sort of unsatisfied craving to embrace people, particularly women, and sometimes natural things (this was not meant for sar- casm) such as the earth, the grass, etc. I do not think I expect and ask th…
1929 · PDF PAGE 51
…w and look at the whole course of events from without, as if he had had no share in them. But people who saw him only in the first phase thought him easily hoodwinked. The second of the guests of Simon Iff, or, rather, of the Order to which he belonged, was a tall man bowed with ill-health. A shock of heavy black hair crowned a face pallid as death itself; but his eyes blazed formidably beneath their bushy brows. He had just returned from Burma, where he had lived for many years as a Buddhist monk. The indomitable moral valour of the man shone …
1905 · PDF PAGE 187
…ain Some rag of passion tears its woof asunder. Strange, that its own insatiable pain Should find an opiate in her eyes of wonder ! Yes, though I hate her well enough to kill, I know that then my soul would love her still. THE SONNET. I, THE solemn hour, and the magnetic swoon Of midnight in a poet’s lonely hall ! Grave spirits answer (angels if he call) The invocations of his lofty tune. Thus in his measures nature craves the boon To be reflected ; and his rhymes appal Or charm mankind as tides that flow or fall, Waxes or wanes the tempestival…
1929 · PDF PAGE 97
…f Luna and Uranus — they are much too close to be comfortable. My own nativity goes well with yours, for I am primarily solar by nature, though (Heaven knows!) Herschel in the ascendant modifies it; and so I make the complement to you. But I am not to influence you or associate with you too much. I shall sleep with the men in the square tower yonder, which is kept magically separate from the rest of the house. We shall all be working constantly to invoke the moon's influence and to keep off intruders. Sister Clara is egregiously powerful in wor…
1904 · PDF PAGE 34
…ve “invincible,” but “invisible” is given in the majority. Yet the form of appearance of Foras as a strong man might warrant the former, though from the nature of his offices the invincibility would probably be rather on the mental than on the physical plane. 20
1905 · PDF PAGE 52
…hin his wings, and lead my dreams Through a land of pleasant things, of woods and streams, Bind my slumber with a chain of pure delight, Though the canker of it stain at death of night, Fill with passion and distaste and wakened pleasure All the moments run to waste that else were treasure ? Who is Love ? a fury red with all men’s blood On his cruel altars shed, a deadly flood ? Or a veiléd vision black with shame and fear, Whose most loathliest attack at night is near, When the gates of spirit tense with angel’s tread Close, and all the gates …
1929 · PDF PAGE 145
…umphant bleating of the goat and the nasal monotone of Arthwait as he mouthed the words of the Grimoire. And it seemed to all of them as though the air grew thick and greasy; that of that slime were bred innumerable creeping things, monsters misshapen, abortions of dead paths of evolution, [205] creatures which had not been found fit to live upon the earth and so had been cast off by her as excrement. It seemed as if the goat were conscious of the phantoms; as if he understood himself as demon-king of those regions; for he bounded under the man…
1905 · PDF PAGE 210
… came from Death to me; His soul was weary of the day, His look was melancholy ; He bade me open in the Name that binds Eternity. ‘‘ Yet though He passed within And plunged within the deep, 1 The assumption of the form ofthe God of the Force whom one addresses is the Egyptian magical spell to subdue it. 2 Jeheshua, or ‘' Jesus.” The seven palaces of sin, And slept the lonely sleep, Yet came He out alone: but then I thought I heard Them weep. ‘* Fle passed alone, above, Out of the Gates of Night ; Angels of Purity and Love Drew to my sound and s…
1907 · PDF PAGE 33
…old! Like a dead man, perhaps !) I would get gladness of the royal force Of armed insistence against my restraint. ‘What is worth while, though, to a woman found Fragrant and fearful to a host of men Even yet? they throng me, hunt me! should I Do this unutterable wickedness? Because that Moina Marjoribanks grins and boasts She will achieve him? Angela, not so! For its own sweet, most damnable sake, say yes | Why Look to those cheeks, redress the red-gold | hair, Awake the giant wit, the master sin That is, for an apple’s sake, Lord of us all: T…
1939 · PDF PAGE 11
Contains in its nature the sum of the functions of being and thought. Still as I sit, and destroy all possible trace of the past, All germ of the future, nor joy nor knowledge alive at the last, It is vain, for the Silence is dowered with a nature, the seed of a name: Necessity, fearfully flowered with the blossom of possible Aim. I am Necessity? Scry Necessity mother of Fate! And Fate determines me I; and I have the Will to create. Vast is the sphere, but it turns on itself like the prettiest star, And I am the looby that learns that all thi…
1907 · PDF PAGE 71
… that would be kissed? Like far blue snows by sunrise caught Love lights the enlightened eyes of blue. Dare to believe the child-heart’s thought, And wake in wonder! For I knew From the first hour that This was true. XXIII. PROTOPLASM. ALTHOUGH I cannot leave these bitter leas, And whisper wiser than the southern breeze, And mix my master music with the sea’s ; Although I shiver and you smile; heap coal And you stand laughing where the long waves roll ; There is a sympathy of soul to soul. Not Scylla, not the iron Symplegades Shall bar that ves…
1929 · PDF PAGE 204
…explain to the fish that it will have to give up pumping water through its gills, it is apt to compromise for a few million generations; though the word may rankle if you call it a flying-fish, when swimming-bird is evidently a properer and politer name. She was permanently annoyed with Sister Clara; her motive for making excursions on that path had [287] been to get rid of the idea of Cyril and his magick; and he had not even come himself to welcome her, but set this woman to disguise herself and spy upon her thoughts! It was disgusting. Cyril…
1905 · PDF PAGE 76
…angéd psalters, Where no lip no longer falters, And the priest’s deep brow Pales not, flushes not for passion, Clouds not with concealed thought, And the worshipper’s eye, wrought To the stars in subtle fashion, By no magic is distraught. Ay! our hope is in His holy Places, and our prayers ascend Fervent, and may sunder slowly The blue darkness at the end. For we know not where to send For a sword to cleanse the land, For a sharp two-edgéd brand, All our homesteads to defend. Now amid the desert sand Lives an outcast of our race, Strong, immuta…
1907 · PDF PAGE 125
… Yea! he must die with horror in his ears, Hate in his heart. The mischief must endure. He hath expiated naught by death. His tears, His thoughts, these strike nor stay her not, be sure ! She is Madness, and a fury; though were gone All life to war, she would scream on—scream Ol. W. E. HENLEY! CLOISTRAL seclusion of the galleried pines Is mine to-day : these groves are fit for Pan— O rich with Bacchic frenzy and his wine’s Atonement for the infinite woe of man! Is there no God of Vital Art to dwell Serene, enshrined, incensed, adored of us? Wer…
1910 · PDF PAGE 356
…conduct medal should they deserve it. This is a clean-minded book so far as it goes. We have no humbugging Horton, D.D., swooning at the thought of lace, frills, and a pretty ankle. But the remedies suggested are worse than the disease. Exalt the courtesan to her proper place, bracket her name with sweetheart, wife and mother, names which are rightly dear to us, and you will find a tender heart beneath the scarlet dress, and a charming lovable woman in spite of public opprobrium, Neglect this, and all other propositions of reform spell—Muck! A,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 356
…conduct medal should they deserve it. This is a clean-minded book so far as it goes. We have no humbugging Horton, D.D., swooning at the thought of lace, frills, and a pretty ankle. But the remedies suggested are worse than the disease. Exalt the courtesan to her proper place, bracket her name with sweetheart, wife and mother, names which are rightly dear to us, and you will find a tender heart beneath the scarlet dress, and a charming lovable woman in spite of public opprobrium, Neglect this, and all other propositions of reform spell—Muck! A,…
1904 · PDF PAGE 6
…is as criminal as the riddle in “ Pericles.” That our Pantosympatheticist is himself an Agnostic does not excuse him. True, if every one thought as he does there would be no formal religion in the world, but only that individual communion of the consciousness with its self- consciousness which constitutes genuine religion, and should never inflame passion or inspire intolerence, since the non-Ego lies beyond its province. But he knows as well as I do that there are thousands in this country who would gladly see him writhing in eternal torture —…
1929 · PDF PAGE 158
…rceived the buskined Artemis, silver-sandalled, with her bright bow and her quiver of light. Leaping behind her came her hounds, and she thought that she could hear their eager baying. Between heaven and earth stood the goddess, and looked about her, her eyes a-sparkle with keen joy. She unslung her baldric, and put her silver bugle to her lips. Through all the vastness of heaven that call rang loud; and, in obedience, the stars rushed from their thrones, and made obeisance to their mistress. It was a gallant hunting-party. For she perceived th…