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… his writings on mysticism and had long borne the reputation of a crank. But in the last few years he had chosen to use his abilities in ways intelligible to the average man; it was he who had saved Professor Briggs, and, incidentally, England when that genius had been accused of and condemned to death for, murder, but was too preoccupied with the theory of his new flying-machine to notice that his fellows were about to hang him. And it was he who had solved a dozen other mysteries of crime, with apparently no other resource than pure capacity …
1929 · PDF PAGE 78
… equally ourselves. For instance, I try to unite myself as intimately as I can with every other mind, or body, or idea, that comes in my way. To take that cone simile, I want to be all the different curves I can, so as to have a better chance of realizing the cone. The Black Lodge magician clings to his one curve, tries to make it permanent, to exalt it above all other curves. And of course the moment the cone shifts, out he goes: pop!" "Observe the poet!" remarked Simon Iff. "He values himself enormously; but his idea of perpetuating himself i…
1929 · PDF PAGE 179
…ll the elaborate restrictions of the second stage of the experiment; she might not be unduly intimate with him, and she might not in any way communicate with the outside world. In other words, the citadel and the ramparts must be kept intact; between these was a wide range for whim. Yet she was not content; it was just those two forbidden things that haunted her. (The serpent is a later invention in the story of the Fall!) Her unconscious wish to violate these rules led to a dislike for those who personified their rigidity; namely Cyril Grey an…
1905 · PDF PAGE 191
… and kind And sleep upon the lips of me! Dream on my breast of quiet days, Kindled of slow absorbing fire ! Sleep, while I pondef on the ways And secret paths of my desire ! Dream, while my restless brain probes deep The mysteries of its magic power, The secrets of forgotten sleep, The birth of knowledge as a flower ! Slow and divine thy gentle breath Wovos my warm throat: my spirit flies Beyond the iron walls of death, And seeks strange portals, pale and wise. My lips are fervent, as in prayer, Thy lips are parted, as to kiss: My hand is clenc…
1929 · PDF PAGE 206
…ss-House prevented the trouble from spreading; but Cyril Grey confided to Brother Onofrio that he was angrier than ever at the efficient way in which Edwin Arthwait and his merry men had been put out of business. "I'd give my ears," said Cyril, "to see Edwin, arm in arm with Lucifuge Rofocale, coming up from the bay to destroy us all by means of the Mysterious Amulet of Rabbi Solomon, conferring health, wealth and happiness, with bag complete; also lucky moles and love-charms, price two eleven three to regular subscribers to The Occult Review."…
1939 · PDF PAGE 14
…lf. I might here note, in parenthesis, that one of the difficulties of doing this is that all the elements of the Yogi increase in every way exactly as he progresses, and by reason of that progress. However, it is no use crossing our bridges until we come to them, and we shall find that by laying down serious scientific principles based on universal experience they will serve us faithfully through every stage of the journey. 2. When I first undertook the investigation of Yoga, I was fortunately equipped with a very sound training in the fundame…
1905 · PDF PAGE 74
…eagre fountain sucks the sand. folk Are naked of his counsel and defence Against the tribe of Ammon, and stand aghast 5 Our feeble arms sway doubtfully long swords, And spears are flung half-heartedly ; and he With warlike garrison and stronger arms Who might have helped us, laughs, and violence Threatens the white flower of our homes: our wives, Daughters, and sons are as a prey to them, And where the children of the Ammonites Throng not swift hoofs for murder, Jephthah’s men Blaspheme our sanctuaries inviolate, And rob us of our dearest. Woe …
1907 · PDF PAGE 225
…not be that—near as the resounding roar of the viewless spectators sounds to our dust-dimmed ears—there stands some awful opposer in the way, some fear or some seduction? Why do you grip that bar in your left hand? Does not this loin-cloth irk my Jimbs? We should have shaved our heads before the race—the curls are moist: and heavy! Why did: we cumber ourselves with sandals? Long ere now our feet would have grown hard. Well, if my heart bursts, it bursts; you must give these volumes to the young athletes, that they may learn wherefore I failed—w…
1907 · PDF PAGE 152
…y. Strange wings and sombre, heralding the night, Fleet far across the woods; and gleaming bright The evening star looks from the orient way. Shadow and silence deepen : all the woods Take on a tenderer phrase of musical Breezes: the stream-sought homes solitudes Murmur a little where the maiden moods Are sadder as the evening’s kisses fall. and Like silver scales of serpenthood they fall Across the blind air of the evening; Shadowy ghosts arise funereal And seek unspeakable things; and dryads call The satyr-company to the satyr-king. And all t…
1907 · PDF PAGE 197
…g hand. O pitiful! O grief Baffling belief ! The gentle child—the cruel god—Ah me! Persephone ! Thus of thy grace, thy sorrow, thy young way Torn from the day Of all thy memory of soft shining flowers And happy-hearted hours, Mayst thou be very pitiful to me Who aye have pitied thee, Persephone!
1905 · PDF PAGE 80
JEPHTHATII 73 But God had pity upon us, Our evil and fallen way; Ilis mercy was mighty on us ; Ilis lips are as rosy as day Broken out of the sea at the sunrise, as fragrant as flowers in May. Our sin was great in His sight: We chased from our gates our brother, We shamed his father’s might, We spat on the grave of his mother, We laughed in his face and mocked, look- ing slyly one to another. But God beheld, and His hand Was heavy to bring us grief; He brought down fire on the land, And withered us root and Icaf Until we were utterly broken, lo…
1907 · PDF PAGE 92
…x. Our knowledge lacks ; we miss the plan. Fools hope our luck will set to rights Our skill that’s baulked. Yet now we know At least the way we wish to go. XV. This task assume! Colossal mind And toil transcending, concentrate Not on the metaphysic wild ; Not on the deserts vast and blind Of dark Religion; not on Fate, The barren ocean; but the Child Shows us a beacon in the night ; A lens to lure and lend the light. XVI. Wisdom and Love, intenser glow ! Beauty and Strength, increase and burn ! Be brothers to the law of life ! Things as they ar…
1929 · PDF PAGE 51
… found time and strength, amid these labours, to pursue his own hobby of electrical research. Misunderstood, thwarted, hampered in every way, he had won through; and he had never violated the precepts of his Teacher by raising his voice to denounce error. Even his enemies had been compelled to recognize him as a saint. Simon Iff had never met him, but he went to greet Cyril with the affection of a brother. The boy had been the greatest of his pupils, but the Mahathera Phang, as he was now called in his monastery, had long ago abandoned magick f…
1905 · PDF PAGE 52
…t high hopes have sternly set before my soul, To know, will, dare for man’s sake if man may, Grasp the secret of the plans that rule the way Of stars and suns, that shape the tiniest blade Of grass whose frailties ‘scape the passing maid, Whose light foot brushes fern and moss? But Love Comes a thief to men who turn toward things above To set snares, by night, and makes afraid The spirit’s holy might with one slight maid Visioned and unsubsisting save in foreign thought, To its own strength a slave by witchcraft brought ! This is not Love but L…
1905 · PDF PAGE 60
… The Christ’s cold lips my lips did taste On Time’s disastrous tide ; His bruiséd arms my soul embraced, My soul twice crucified ; And always then the thin blood raced From out the stricken side. The incense fumes, the chant is low, Perfume around is shed ; I am as one of Them who know The secrets of the dead : The sorrows that walk to and fro, The love that hides his head. O living Head ! whose thorns are keen To bruise and pierce and slay ; O Christ ! whose eyes have always been Fixed fast upon the way, Where dim Jerusalem was seen A city col…
1910 · PDF PAGE 358
…ve had direct experience of this fact. On p. 126 Schopenhauer sets him right as follows: “The essence of the world is will... . The only way of salvation is by negation of the will, or by self-denial and renunciation. . . .” And again: “, .. life is the attainment of self-consciousness, in order that the will may acquire a right knowledge of its own nature. . . .” (p. 157). “Evil and pleasure are but different manifestations of the one will to live” (p. 177). “The tormentor and the tormented are one.” . . . “ Therefore what is good for one pers…
1910 · PDF PAGE 358
…ve had direct experience of this fact. On p. 126 Schopenhauer sets him right as follows: “The essence of the world is will... . The only way of salvation is by negation of the will, or by self-denial and renunciation. . . .” And again: “, .. life is the attainment of self-consciousness, in order that the will may acquire a right knowledge of its own nature. . . .” (p. 157). “Evil and pleasure are but different manifestations of the one will to live” (p. 177). “The tormentor and the tormented are one.” . . . “ Therefore what is good for one pers…
1929 · PDF PAGE 112
… the bridge. But he was no climber; he overbalanced and fell into the chasm, being lucky to escape with a severe shaking. On his limping way back to Naples he was overtaken by an icy shower of rain; and as he got into bed, too late to avoid a nasty chill, which kept him in bed for a week, he had the irritating reflexion that his pentagram must have been washed away.
1905 · PDF PAGE 250
…complex, the machinery of me! Better? I doubt it. SHEPHERD-BOY (s2725). O Gretchen, when the morn Is gray, Forsake thy flocks and steal away To that low bank where, shepherds say, The flowers eternal are. Thine eyes should gleam to see me there, As fixed upon a star, And yet thy lips should take a tune, And match me unaware— So steals the sun beside the moon And hides her lustre rare. The bloom upon the peach is fine ; The blossom on thy cheek is mine ! O kiss me—if you dare ! I called thee by the name of love That mothers fear and gods approve…
1907 · PDF PAGE 33
…re of Hell ! Sir Percy Percivale,! Here is a strumpet. Ha! have you a sword? Enough. Iam dressed. communed With my dark heart : I see my way to it :— Oh joy! joy ! joy !—Hortense, these candles out ! [Zhe maid blows out the mirror candles. I will go down. Prepare my_ scented paper, My rosy wax against my coming here— When, girl? I’ th’ morn, i’ th’ morn! When else? I’d write. [She goes out, with a set smile on her face, yet a gleam of real laughter beneath tt, I am lovely, have 1 Sir Percivale, in Morte d Arthur, being enamoured of a lady, caus…