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…rcher skill. All night he sits, with ardour strange And hope new-fledged. A gambler born Aye thinks the luck one day must change, Though sense and skill he laughs to scorn. So now there rush a thousand rats In sable silence on the corn. They sport their square or shovel hats, A squeaking, tooth-bare brotherhood, Innumerable as summer gnats 43
…ep obscurity.” So delveth he a darksome hole Within the bowels of Etna dense, Closing the harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks him many a myriad vision, Warring within him masterless, Turning devotion to derision, Beatitude to beastliness. E 65
…rcher skill. All night he sits, with ardour strange And hope new-fledged. A gambler born Aye thinks the luck one day must change, Though sense and skill he laughs to scorn. So now there rush a thousand rats In sable silence on the corn. They sport their square or shovel hats, A squeaking, tooth-bare brotherhood, Innumerable as summer gnats 43
…ep obscurity.” So delveth he a darksome hole Within the bowels of Etna dense, Closing the harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks him many a myriad vision, Warring within him masterless, Turning devotion to derision, Beatitude to beastliness. E 65
Autcra. Master, still sad? Crassus. These faint and fearful shores Of time are beaten by the surge of sense, Love worn away—by love?—to indifference. Who knows what god—or demon—she adores? Or in what wood she shelters, or what grove Sees her profane our sacrament of love? Aurcta. I saw her follow ‘The stream in the hollow Where never Apollo Abides. So thick are the trees That never the breeze Stirs them, or sees ‘What satyr inhabits the glen, what nymph in the pools of it hides. Lighter of foot Than a syiph or a fairy, Sinuous, wary, T passed …
…orts, our money, and everything are there.” I couldn’t help being pleased by the way in which she rose to the crisis; her practical good sense, her memory of those details that are so important in business, though the male temperament regards them as a necessary. nuisance. These are the things that one needs in an official muddle. “You don’t know any Italian at all?” asked the consul. ; “Only a few words,” she admitted, “ though, of course, Sir Peter’s knowledge of French and Latin help him to make sense out of the newspapers.” “Well,” said the…
EDUCATION 433 every Statement is in some Sense disputable. Therefore in every Case, even the simplest, the Child should be taught not only the Thesis, but also its opposite , leaving the Decision to the child's own Judgment and good Sense, fortified by Experience. And this Practice will develop its Power of Thought, and its Confidence in itself, and its Interest in all Knowledge. But most of all beware against any Attempt to bias its Mind on any Point that lieth without the Square of ascertained and undisputed Fact. Remember also, even when tho…
…T IN SPRING. CHAINLESS Love, the frost is in my brain, Whose swift desires and swift intelligence Are dull and numb to-day ; because the sense Only responds to the sharp key of pain. O free fair Love, as welcome as the rain On thirsty fallows, come, and let us hence Far where the veil of Summer lies immense, A haze of heat on ocean’s purple plain. O wingless Love, let us away together Where the sure surf rings round the beaten strand, And the sky stands, a dome of flawless weather, And the stars join in one triumphal band, Because we broke the …
…ns stilled, And all the stains and all the scars Left him; so like a child he thrilled With utmost knowledge; all his soul, With perfect sense and sight fulfilled,
THE EQUINOX hidden sense of the Zohar, the great dogmatic treatise of the Qabalah of the Hebrews. The Clavicles of Solomon, forgotten in the course of time, and supposed lost, have been re- discovered by ourselves; without trouble we have opened all the doors of those old sanctuaries where absolute truth seemed to sleep,—always young, and always beautiful, like that princess of the childish legend, who, during a century of slumber, awaits the bridegroom whose mission it is to awaken her. After our book, there will still be mysteries, but higher…
THE EQUINOX hidden sense of the Zohar, the great dogmatic treatise of the Qabalah of the Hebrews. The Clavicles of Solomon, forgotten in the course of time, and supposed lost, have been re- discovered by ourselves; without trouble we have opened all the doors of those old sanctuaries where absolute truth seemed to sleep,—always young, and always beautiful, like that princess of the childish legend, who, during a century of slumber, awaits the bridegroom whose mission it is to awaken her. After our book, there will still be mysteries, but higher…
…r than others how this may be. 20. Bestride the Bird of Life if thou wouldst know. The word “know” is specially used here in a technical sense. Avidya, ignorance, the first of the fetters, is more- over one which includes all the others. With regard to this Swan ‘Aum’ compare the following verses from the “Great Law,” Liber LXV. II. 17-25. Also the Holy One came upon me, and I beheld a white swan floating in the blue. Between its wings I sate, and the zons fled away. Then the swan flew and dived and soared, yet no whither we went. A little craz…
…Venus. Oh, I did not mean ! Remember my dilemma! Hear me speak The story of her. She is a wicked witch That seeketh to delude thy sleepy sense In vicious purpose and malignant hope To ape my Godhead. {Thunder. Tannhauser. Thunder rolls again. I am uneasy. 46
…olitudes that are The shrines of blessed Mary. Bid Thou these filmy eyes to see ! Turn Thou this heart to grace and gree ! Bring Thou my sense-dulled self to Thee, O bright and blessed Mary ! The song may cease, but through the air Ever shall course the perfect prayer Even to Thy heart, O royal, rare, And holy Virgin Mary ! E 45
…fter the first intense inter-penetration of our individualities, we had reached the resultant of all the forces that composed us. In one sense, it was that our happiness was so huge that we could not bear it; and we slid imperceptibly into conceding that the ineffable mysteries must be expressed by means of sacramental action. But all this took place at an immense distance from reality. A concealed chain of interpretation linked the truth with the obvious commonplace fact that this was a good time to go across to Montmartre and make a night of …
…olitudes that are The shrines of blessed Mary. Bid Thou these filmy eyes to see ! Turn Thou this heart to grace and gree ! Bring Thou my sense-dulled self to Thee, O bright and blessed Mary ! The song may cease, but through the air Ever shall course the perfect prayer Even to Thy heart, O royal, rare, And holy Virgin Mary ! E 45
…et,—I cannot tell you with what rapture. And all the names of God, that are not known even to the angels, clothe me about. All the seven senses are transmuted into one sense, and that sense is dissolved in itself. . . . (Here occurs Samadhi.) Iv ad 33
…not be revolted by what you have just said. That sufficiently proves that they do not understand my teachings in this positive and gross sense. The supernatural which I affirm is above Nature, and consequently could never oppose itself to her; the words of Faith are understood only by Faith; Science has only to repeat them to pervert their proper sense. I employ these 93
…not be revolted by what you have just said. That sufficiently proves that they do not understand my teachings in this positive and gross sense. The supernatural which I affirm is above Nature, and consequently could never oppose itself to her; the words of Faith are understood only by Faith; Science has only to repeat them to pervert their proper sense. I employ these 93
Emotion fills our souls, And love delights us well, And joy of sense full rolls; But leads us, and controls Life’s central citadel. Whence we were drawn who knows? Of law or Gods or chance? But, as life’s river flows, What Sea shall clasp and close Beyond blind circumstance? Such little power we own Of vague experience, And instinct to enthrone The life’s mere needs alone, Nor answer “why” and “ whence. Nor wandering in the night Our minds may apprehend Reflecting in pure light Of soul, what sound or sight May lead us to some end. We hear the d…