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… “I bear the mystery of Time, And the secret of Fate?” I know not yet, but surely Thou shalt know of the Rose, the Rose, the Rose o’ the World! With thee shall I bear the chalice of blood-tipped lilies, The chalice of red, sweet lilies under the moon? But now there is no moon, nor any sun ; Only the world’s gray noon is for thee and me; There is no sound in the nerveless silences Of the fading world ; there is no quiver of light On the river of life ; we are unwed, my Rose, Nor knoweth each the other; we are undone, My Rose, my secret Rose, my …
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…circle; then the seven planetary signs, with the indication of their repetition signified by the three colours, to symbolize the natural world, the human world and the divine world, whose 288
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…y hope is fled. Gray dreams! gray dreams! and the day is tired and dead. The bitter aftermath of summer brings Time’s memory back to the world: there are no stings In the world’s pain, but only bitterness Of the memory of Time; no sore distress, Save for the thought of Summer waned and dead, And faded with the gold skies overhead, And the young green beneath; ah! secret Rose! Here from the heart of the woods I pluck thee forth, Fragrant with the smell of summer, crimson-bright! And, for the world under the stars to-night, It shall be thine, and…
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THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES but the immortal writings which the century of Augustus brought forth. Thus, perhaps, Rome only shook the world with the convulsions of war, in order to bring forth Vergil. Christianity is the fruit of the meditations of all the sages of the East, who live again in Jesus Christ. Thus the light of the spirits has risen where the sun of the world rises; Christ conquered the West, and the soft rays of the sun of Asia have touched the icicles of the North. Stirred by this unknown heat, ant-heaps of new men have spread over …
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ROSA IGNOTA Vv OF THE ROSE “Tuat love and the lover Are mingled in me Night shall discover: Dreams shall not be The veil of the world that my heart doth disclose : The long night is over, And I am the Rose. “Night, like a cancer, Spread over my breast; There was no answer, No truce to this rest, That, holding the world in a shower of white snows, Chilled the mad dancer Who bore me, the Rose. “ Day, like a vision, Before me is fled; Hate and derision Have fouled my soft bed. In the heart of the water the quenched vision glows ; Unborne, in divis…
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ROSA IGNOTA Over the brink of the world to cull fresh roses; Roses, still roses, myriad roses bloom In the silence. Oh! the world’s great Rose uncloses Her petals still, to the Nothingness of doom. Last Rose! Last love! Last night thou camest to me, A silver dream under a sapphire sky; The winds of the world ran ever and ever through me, Until, at last, the end: then did I lie In dream, and dream that made mine eyes unclose, And so I lost thee, O immortal Rose. (vim) I swing a censer in a temple of fire; I chant slow mantrams to a holy Name; I …
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ROSA IGNOTA As food for thy body—thy body !—how shall I come to thee Who am at last awakened? Oh, my Rose, My Rose of my lost World, O Rose! Rose! Rose ! Pity me for that now I may not love thee, Pity me for the unquenchable desire, Never to be gratified, I bear toward thee! Pity me for my youth, the scattered dreams That are fallen from the shattered casket of my soul. Yet will I ravish thee even now, my queen ; I will fasten my fangs in thy breast, and drink thy blood, Thy leprous blood, to make me mad with hate, And frenzied with unsatisfied…
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168 THE EQUINOX And the voice of the world swept ever over me, And I gave answer: Come thou forth, my star! Oh! be it mine to see thy chariot flee! Oh! come thou in thine own triumphal car ! And at the naming of the secret Name Thou camest unto me, Istar! Istar! Istar! thou flaming rose-bud of the world! Istar! I call thee by thy secret Name! Istar| the snake within the red Rose curled, Come in thy triumph! Come thou in thy shame All uncontaminate—a lambent flame. Lick, lick the sores upon me!* ah! thy name Hath burned me through : I scorch wit…
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…Hail to the Lord of the Sun, and the Sacred Rose! Master of space and time, thou subject god !|— Master of space and time! From the Underworld I speed upon the Way! Ho! Jupiter! Iam Mercury, the little light-heeled god, The summoner of the stars at choiring-time, When they sing thine earth, thine earth, thy sun-child. Yea! From out the deep is sung the song of joy, And the branches of all the trees in all the world Are shaken, and the twilight pools are stirred From slumber by the softly spoken word. And Iam thine! Sunk in the heart of Time Is …
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…YSTERIES would not have suffered so abominable a remark, and the man would have been immediately arrested.” 4 “Would to God that all the world thought as you do!” said the lady. Then she added: “I recommend myself to your prayers, for I see clearly that you are a man of God.” “Perhaps every one does not think so,” replied Eliphas. “And what does the world matter to us?” replied the lady with vivacity; “the world lies and calumniates, and is impious! It speaks evil of you, perhaps. I am not surprised at it, and if you knew what it says of me, yo…
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144 THE EQUINOX Thou art too pure to love, too sweet to know, Too fair to bear unsullied through the world, Where love is blind with lust, and hate grows strong On thine immortal song; Nor do the world’s winds blow Abroad the forbidden word, in thee, in thee impearled. My Rose! my Rose! my Rose! my ensanguined Rose, Blood o’ the heart of the love transcending life, Than death more cool, more eloquent, more still : There is moonlight on the hill, But thou art gone, as goes The promised joy of thee, the world’s still-virgin wife. They spurn thee …
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…dy is to prevent the soul from growing old by preserving preciously that original freshness of sentiments and thoughts which the corrupt world calls illusions, and which we shall call the primitive mirages of eternal truth. To believe in happiness upon earth, in friendship, in love, in a maternal Providence which counts all our steps, and will reward all our tears, is to be a perfect dupe, the corrupt world will say; it does not see that it is itself who is the dupe, believing itself strong in depriving itself of all the delights of the soul. T…
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…on ; Yea; all thy petals were crimson with delight: And under the soft stars, the silent night Grew deeper, deeper, till the heart o the world Lay bare before me, with no robe to don Save the lucent veil of spirit, argent-white ; And then there came a voice: Arise! Smite! Smite! Ere the portal of the temple may be won! Crash down the walls! Lend all thy hidden might! I, in the bosom of the deep impearled, Cry from the cloud-place of the Underworld. Let the gold banner of the day be unfurled That. I may manifest the secret curled In the darkling…
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… at the flames that made the ceiling gray With wavering shadows, sporting eerily, We lay all naked, talking of the things Of the old dim world, when life and art were young; Of the old bards who lightly touched their strings ; Who sang of love and life as I have sung. And then I felt you kiss me as I roved Back to the brightness of the world of old; And so the past grew dearer, as I loved And loved you more: the path grew ever gold, Merging at last into the golden light Of the Golden Age : we were re-born that night. (vir) More sombrely the sec…
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…ety is guilty of theft. Because selfish joy is impious. Christ is judged, condemned, and executed; and men adore Him! This happened in a world perhaps as serious as our own. Judges of the world in which we live, pay attention, and think of Him who will judge your judgments! But, before dying, the Saviour bequeathed to His children the immortal sign of salvation, Communion. Communion! Common union! the final word of the Saviour of the world! “The Bread and the Wine shared among all,” said He, “this is my flesh and my blood.” 36
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…olden doom Lies in the wrack of things. There is no sign; Only the wind cries through the lonely woods, And the barren motherhood of the world is manifest Shamelessly; in the dank, pale, autumn woods The fallen leaves lie squelching under the feet Of the desolate gnomes: and now the birds are silent, And the streams are sluggish in the veins of the world. Dark gray and cloudy, the skies no more are blue, And grayness reigning solitary makes music Drearily on the wind-harp. The dripping rain Soddens the earth, and the stones lie thick and wet Am…
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…en about the Therapeuts, who are devoted to the contemplation of nature and live in it and in the soul alone, citizens of heaven and the world, legitimately recommended to the Father and Creator of the Universe by their virtue, which procures them His love, virtue that sets before it for its prize the most suitable reward of nobility and goodness, outstripping every gift of fortune, and the first comer in the race to the very goal of blessedness.” The striking identity of this with the account of the ritual derived from @ priori considerations …
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…he intelligence sees. If the will is healthy, the sight is just. God said: “Let there be light!” and light is; the will says, ‘‘ Let the world be as I will to see it!” and the intelligence sees it as the will has willed. This is the meaning of the word, “ So be it,” which confirms acts of faith. Axiom XI When one creates phantoms for oneself, one puts vampires into the world, and one must nourish these children of a voluntary nightmare with one’s blood, one’s life, one’s intelligence, and one’s reason, without ever satisfying them. Axiom XII To…
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THE EQUINOX I am stirred to the depths of me when the wind blows The notes of the lyre To me, O lost Rose! My rose of the world, My rose of the mire, With petals soft-curled O’er the heart of desire,— I am he who shall bear thee; who knows not and knows; Whose heart is impearled In the heart of the Rose. By the bow that is bent, By the veil that is torn, By the strength that is spent, By the babe that is born, By the river of starlight that ceaselessly flows By the god’s starlit tent, Oh, I hail thee, my Rose. So day and her lover, And night an…
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…of the pale brow, And pale, most pale, blue eyes, Upon thy bosom Oh, the bud and blossom! The flaunting wanton leaps on the stage of the world, And cries: lam the love, the love that never dies, Being born with the lover's death, Yielding mine easy breath Under the never-failing skies, That fail not for shelter over the dim world. And so am I closely curled Upon myself, with petals still, still furled. .. . Over the plains of Art with scornful feet And trailing amber robes, a nymph of time Floats, nimbly fleet Before the vision, And in derision…