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Page 83 of 1541907 · PDF PAGE 253
… the countenance fair, i. 76 When the wearily falling blossom of midnight, iii, 67 Where, in the coppice, oak and pine, i. 169 Where was light when thy body came, ii. 9 Whether we adopt Herbert Spencer's dictum, li, 250 Who art thou, love, by what sweet name I quicken? iii, 169 Ah, my dear, Strive, 1. 45 Why is thy back made stiff, unrighteous priest, i, 141 Will you not come: the unequal fever, iii. 4 Will you not learn to separate, iii. 7 Wild pennons of sunrise the splendid, i. 218 With calm and philosophic mind, ii. 169 With feet set terrib…
1907 · PDF PAGE 96
…e.” The Devil seemed to see the point. Pleased that I did not say “Aroint l ” Pleased that in Asmodee I sight Brave Lucifer, the Lord of Light, Pleased with my Qabalistic pun (Really a very clever one 1), Accepted all and none; became A perfect vessel of the Flame. He flapped his crooked and gloomy wing And swore by God the Holy King
1910 · PDF PAGE 140
…t Ind. Our nuptial dowers shall be birds in our bowers, Our couches the delicate heaps of the wind, Where the lily-bloom showers all its light, and the powers Of earth in our twinning are wedded and twinned.
1911 · PDF PAGE 193
…STER TEMPLI. The raven has croaked. AQUARIUS. The owl has hooted. CAPRICORNUS. The bat has flapped its wings. MAGISTER TEMPLI. Then . . . Lights! [CAPRICORNUS switches on the blue glare. 1. Brother Aquarius, I scent danger. AQUARIUS. I. Master, there are evil things abroad. [To CAPRICORNUS] Turn out the guard! CAPRICORNUS. Brethren, stand to your arms! [All PROBATIONERS rise and follow hz'm. He prick: all assistant: with he': spear, z'hsþec/s doors, eta] Master, every man is vigilant at his post. There is no alarm. MAGISTER TEMPLI. Ι. Brother Aq…
1911 · PDF PAGE 193
…STER TEMPLI. The raven has croaked. AQUARIUS. The owl has hooted. CAPRICORNUS. The bat has flapped its wings. MAGISTER TEMPLI. Then . . . Lights! [CAPRICORNUS switches on the blue glare. 1. Brother Aquarius, I scent danger. AQUARIUS. I. Master, there are evil things abroad. [To CAPRICORNUS] Turn out the guard! CAPRICORNUS. Brethren, stand to your arms! [All PROBATIONERS rise and follow hz'm. He prick: all assistant: with he': spear, z'hsþec/s doors, eta] Master, every man is vigilant at his post. There is no alarm. MAGISTER TEMPLI. Ι. Brother Aq…
1913 · PDF PAGE 238
…ok above, look below , look around on every side .. Look down , O Lord , on this our Motherland Love not the dead o'ermuch ... Love with light step passes ... ... 21 206 213 196 204 170 194 Majestic as lone ruins reared of old ... My eyes are blue with gazing on thy deeps My heart is like a meadow ... My son is mine no more .. . .. . Night stirs but wakens not ... Nothing of strange or exquisite or rare Now your grey eyes are filled with tears .. . O brilliant blossoms that strew my way O dearest , if the touch of common things O eyes that stop…
1930 · PDF PAGE 62
…didst create the Earth and the Heavens. 3* Thee, that didst create the Night and the Day. T Thee, that didst create the darkness and the Light. 5. Thou art ASAR UN-NEFER (aMyself made Perfect”) : Whom no man hath seen at any time. 6. Thou art IA-BESZ (“the Truth in Matter”). 7. Thou art IA-APOPHRASZ (athe Truth in Motion”). 8. Thou hast distinguished between the Just and the Unjust. 9. Thou didst make the Female and the Male. 10. Thou didst produce the Seeds and the Fruit. 11. Thou didst form Men to love one another, and to hâte one another. Se…
1961 · PDF PAGE 79
…which he foretold is come to pass. Now then the Poet is Interpreter of the Hieroglyphs of the Hidden Will of Man in many a matter, some light, some deep, as it may be given unto him to do. Moreover, it is not altogether in the Word of any Poem, but in the quintessential Flavour of the Poet, that thou mayst seek this Prophecy. And this is an Art most necessary to every Statesman. Who but Shelley foretold the Fall of Christianity, and the Organisation of Labour, and the Freedom of Woman; who but Nietzsche declared the Principle at the Root of th…
1899 · PDF PAGE 98
…e cooing, the world is awake. Only one hour since you whispered the story out of your heart to my tremulous ear; Only one hour since the light of your eyes was the victor of violent sorrow and fear; Your lips were so set to the lips of me here. Surely the victory ripens to perfect conquest of every- thing set in our way. We must be free as our hearts are, and gather strength for our limbs for the heat of the fray: The battle is ours if you say me not nay. Fly with me far, where the ocean is bounded white by the walls of the northernmost shore, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 86
… perceiving deeply beneath the eyes of flame The soul that, kindling, is not kindled : I have known thy Name. Awake, O soaring billows ! Lighten the raging dome, Wrap the wide horizon in a single cloak of flaming foam, Leap in your fury ! Beat upon the shores unseen ! Devour your food, The broken cliff, the crumbled bank, the bar. I know the mood. Even so I see the terror of universal strife : Murderous war, and murderous peace, and miserable life : The pang of childbirth, and the pain of youth, and the fear of age, Life tossed and broken into …
1905 · PDF PAGE 127
…th aureate fire Whose texture was a woman’s hair : so fine Bloomed the fair flower of pleasure : Not the wild solar treasure Of gleaming light, but the moon’s shadowy pearl, The love of a young girl Before she knows that love : so mused the king ; “ I am not weary of the soul of spring” He said, “ none happier in this causeless chain Of life that bears no fruit of pain, No seed of sorrow,” yet his heart was stirred, And, wasting no weak word On the invulnerable air, that had No soul of memories sad, He passed through all the palace : in his bow…
1909 · PDF PAGE 62
…er! Ah !—But how do I know?... Oh, there are a thousand questions to ask! Is it fair observation to use lenses, which admittedly refract light and distort vision ? How do I know those specks are not dust? Couldn’t those things be in the air? And so on. The Professor can convince me, of course, and the more sceptical I am the more thoroughly I shall be convinced in the end; but not until I have learned to use a microscope. And when I have learned—a matter of some months, maybe years—how can I convince the next sceptic? Only in the same way, by t…
1909 · PDF PAGE 62
…er! Ah !—But how do I know?... Oh, there are a thousand questions to ask! Is it fair observation to use lenses, which admittedly refract light and distort vision ? How do I know those specks are not dust? Couldn’t those things be in the air? And so on. The Professor can convince me, of course, and the more sceptical I am the more thoroughly I shall be convinced in the end; but not until I have learned to use a microscope. And when I have learned—a matter of some months, maybe years—how can I convince the next sceptic? Only in the same way, by t…
1961 · PDF PAGE 133
…herefore away thine Eyes, for that they are too pure to behold Evil; but look upon Evil with Joy, comprehending it in he Fervour of this Light that I have enkindled in thy Mind. Learn also that every Thing soever is Evil, if thou consider it as apart, static and in Division; and thus in a Degree must thou apprehend the Mystery of Change, for it is by Virtue of Change that this Truth of Beauty and Holiness is made steadfast in the Universe. O my Son, there is no Delight sweeter than the continuous Contemplation of this Marvel and Pageant that is…
1905 · PDF PAGE 163
…older twenty years ago ! Time, Time, thou maker and destroyer both, Only in resurrection hast no part ! [ Broods, SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY (wth light enjoyment). How light and how agreeable, Paved pathway to the gate of hell! See how all virtues, graces, shine, Till woman half appears divine ! But I am waiting, watching still The treason of the powers of ill. Soft, moveless, as a tigress glides, Strange laughing devilry abides Its hour to poison. How they gloat, The fiends, upon her lips and throat ! They touch her heart, they speer/ her eyes, They li…
1901 · PDF PAGE 108
…he aching sight ! Behold ! the phantom ! Icy as the tomb, His head of writhing scorpions in the womb Of deadlier terrors : how a charnel-light Gleams on his beetle frame ! What poison drips Of slime and blood from his disastrous lips ! What oceans of decaying water steam For his vast essence ! And a voice rolls forth With miserable fury from that stream Of horror : “ Thou hast called me by the beam Of glory, by the devastating wrath Of thine accurséd godhead : tell me then My Name ! Thou hardiest of the Sons of Men ! ” “ Thy name is—stay ! thou…
1910 · PDF PAGE 74
…ueen of all laughters lands That dance for dawn, lie tranced in leisured noon, Dreaming through day towards night, Craving the perfumed light Of the stars lustrous, and the gem-born moon. Dewy with clustered diamond, The long land swoons to sleeps : the sea sleeps and yet wakes beyond. Here, in the crescent beach and bay, the sea, Curven and carven in warm shapes of dream, Answers the love-song of the lilied stream, And moves to bridal music. Stern and free, The lion-shapen headland guards the shore ; The ocean, the bull-throated, evermore Roa…
1910 · PDF PAGE 147
…renew Its life at the lips of the sage, Its love at the lips of the dew. With kisses and tears The return of the years I sure as the starlight is true. Yet the drift of the stars is to beauty, To strength, and to infinite pleasure. The toil and the worship and duty Shall turn them to laughter and leisure. Were the world understood Ye would see it was good, A dance to a delicate measure. Ye fools, interweaving in passion The lyrical light of the mind ! Go on, in your drivelling fashion ! Ye shall surely seek long and not find. From without ye ma…
1913 · PDF PAGE 239
… The labour of the fields is hard . The lapping , lapping, lapping of the stream ... The life by angels' touch divinely lifted . . . The light was grey 60 87 57 220
1928 · PDF PAGE 73
lips seemed like warm caskets of perfume, whence he exhaled a subtle scent, and every time he signed, musk-scented butterflies gat light, on their winged way, from the ardour of his breath. Around his purple tonic was twisted as a belt a gleaming serpent, who, with raised head, turned languorously toward him eyes that were like glowing coals. From this living girdle were suspended alternatively phials full of deadly liquids, shining knives, and surgical instruments. In his right hand he held another phial, filled with a luminous red liquid, and…