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1906 · PDF PAGE 230

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…the devil Aot, the liver, to be divided: to the angel Exarp and his followers, the great intestine: to Bitom the devil and his crew, the little intestine: to Aub, Aud, and Aur, the venerable Phallus of our Father: to Ash the little bone of the same: to our children K., C., B., C., G., T., N., H., I., and M., his illustrious finger-nails, and the toe-nails to be in trust for their children after them: and so for all the rest; is it not written in our archives? As to his magical weapons, all vanished utterly at the moment of that Passing Over. Th…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 89

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…l get Young comfort in a babe beyond belief. God would not curse and bless us to such measure; We were not sad enough nor glad enough! A little time of misery and pleasure ;. Pain strangling half the ecstasy thereof— Such all our gain, who gained the utmost treasure, Gift of the wizard wand and cup of love. THE FORTY-SEVENTH DAY. ‘*Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer.”’ Timon of Athens. THE little money that we had to spend Was gone long since: the little more I stole Followed: I pledged then all things but my soul (On which the u…

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ACTUS TERTIUS 99 AEETES. I love him little. Yet my words were true, Nor would it skill him aught if myriad mén Bucklered his back and breast. For when a man Batters with sword-hilt at the frowning gates That lead to the Beyond, not human force— Hardly the favour of the gods themsel ves— Shall stead him in that peril. CHORUS. Yet we know Courage may conquer all things. AEETES. Such a man Is greater than the gods ! CHORUS. If only he Know who he is—that all these gods and men And things are but the shadows of himself! AEETES. I cannot give you ho…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 47

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…n bright brow In grace of silver sculptured ; and therein He stepped; and all the water thin Laughed to receive him ; now the city faded Little by little into many-shaded Clusters of colour. So his boat was drawn Subtly toward the dawn With little labour; and the lake dropped down From the orb’s utter crown O’er the horizon ; and the narrowing sides Showed him the moving tides And pearling waters of a tinier stream Than in a maiden’s dream She laves her silken limbs in, and is glad. Then did indeed the fountains change their tune, Sliding from …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 176

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…sk chemists else!) So I must claim Spirit and matter are the same ” Or else the prey of putrefaction. This matters to the present action Little or nothing. Here’s your theories ! Think if you like: I find it wearies ! It matters little whether we With Fichte and the Brahmins preach That Ego-Atman sole must be ; With Schelling and the Buddha own Non-Ego-Skandhas are alone ; | With Hegel and—the Christian? téach That which completes, includes, absorbs Both mighty unrevolving orbs. In one informing masterless Master-idea of consciousness— All diff…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 237

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…there, sole among all them not yet an Arahat, turned pale. He alone was of Western birth in all that multitude. ‘* Brother Abhavananda,? little friend,” said the Buddha, ‘‘ what can we predicate of allexisting things?” ‘* Lord !” replied the neophyte, “they are unstable, everything ‘is sorrow, in them is no inward Principle, as some pretend, that can avoid, that can hold itself aloof from, the forces of decay.” ‘*And how do you know that, little Brother ?”’ smiled the Thrice- Honoured One. ‘‘Lord, I perceive this Truth whenever 1 Thirst: z.e. d…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 161

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…e. For its own sake—expand !—so we Molecules of a central soul, Time’s sons, judged by Eternity. Nature is gone—our joys, our pains, Our little lives—and God remains. Were this the truth—-why ! worship then Were not so imbecile for men! But that’s no Christian faith! For where Enters the dogma of despair? Despite his logic’s silver flow I must count Caird ® a mystic! No! You Christians shall not mask me so The plain words of your sacred books Behind friend Swedenborg his spooks ! Says Huxley ® in his works (q. v.) “The microcosmic lives change …

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… above her ! I, of the Moderns, have let alone Greek.” Out of the way Intuition shall shove her. Spirit and Truth in my darkness I seek. Little by little they bubble and leak ; Such as I have to the world I discover. Words—are they weak ones at best? They shall speak ! VOL, IL K Apology of poet. Skeleton of poem. Valu- able fact for use of lovers. Invocation. Imperfect scholastic at- tainments of author reme- died by his great spiritual insight. His intention.

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228 THE THREE :CHARACTERISTICS. - a family of Nats in a big-tree at. Anuradhapura had a little stranger, very:welcome to. Mamma and Papa Nat. - © Blessed.-indeed::was thé family; ‘Five- and-forty feet }away.stoed:a, wnost ancient.and-| holy dagoba :.and the children: of light would gather round it ‘in the.coal:of.the evening, or in the misty glamour: of dawn, and turn.forth in. love and pity towards all mankind—nay, to the smallest grain of dust tossed on. the utmost storms of the Sahara! ‘¢ Blessed and more blessed! For one day came a holy Bhi…

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THE LITTLE HALF-SOVEREIGN 5 TO MRS O NC... T. Written during the first session of the Licensing Committee of the London County Council, I WILL not bring abuse to point my pen, Nor a sarcastic tongue. Think only what you might be, before men, If you were young. What fierce temptations might not lovers bring In London’s wicked city? Perhaps you might yourself have one wee fling, If you were pretty. What might not hard starvation drive you to, With Death so near and sure? Perhaps it might drive even virtuous you, If you were poor. But is it just, …

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…nkrupt; not only Mansel the Christian but Hume the Agnostic has seen it. Scept. We all see it. The Bank being broken, we do not put what little we have saved into the wildcat stock Iaith, as Mansel counsels us; but add little to httle, and hoard it in the old: stocking of Science. Myst. Well if no holes! Scept. We expect little, even if we hope for much. Weare pretty safe; ‘tis the plodding ass that is Science, and the fat priest rides us still. Myst. We offer you a Bank, where your intellectual coin will breed a thousandfold. Scept. What secur…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 246

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…nite circle around your original small one.” The fallacy is obvious. The big circle is not infinite at all, but is itself limited by the little one. But to take away the little circle, that is the method of the esoteric Christian or the mystic. But the process is never perfect, because however small the little circle becomes, its relation with the big circle is still finite. But even allowing for a moment that the Absolute is really attainable, is the nothingness of the finity related to. it really identical with that attained directly by the B…

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THE THIRTIETH DAY 77 Of love recks little of eternity— And though the moon is dying, ourselves may swoon, One deathless shape of the breasted moon. large- THE TWENTY-EIGHTH DAY. ‘* But I perceive in you so excellent a touch of modesty that you will not extort from me what I am willing to keep in.” » Twelfth- Night. A CURIOUS conflict this of love and fear, Honour and lust, and truth and trust beguiled; One in the semblance of a rose-bright child :— The other in a shape more gross and | clear, za flercer woman-figure crowned severe With garlands…

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…t which zs the name of the song?” Alice said, trying not lo seem too interested. ‘*Ah, you don’t understand,” the Knight said, looking a little vexed. ‘‘ That’s what the name is called. The name really zs ‘Ascension Day and Pentecost; with some Prose Essays and an Epilogue,’ just as the title is ‘The Sword of Song’ you know, just in the same way, just in the same way, just in the same way...” Alice put her fingers in her ears and gave a little scream. “Oh, dear me! * This passage is a parody on one in “‘ Alice through the Looking-Glass.”’ 140 T…

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… will not stay here: they will go forth and illuminate the whole system of ten thousand worlds, where Arahats do not grow on every tree. Little brothers, the night is fallen: it were well to sleep.”’

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…long spell broke. 1”? And now the gilded sin of her Leapt and was lambent in a smile: ‘*Give me but leave to minister This kingdom for a little while! The vineyard shall he thine. O king, This trouble is a little thing !” ' «* Dust-devils"’ show opalescence in certain aspects of light.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 133

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…l Distant, and irk me, and appal. Two men have sworn the solemn oath : ‘‘God and the king this dog blasphemed,” Two judges, just, though little loth, Weigh, answer. As on one who dreamed Comes waking—in my soul there groaned : ‘* Carry forth Naboth to be stoned !”’ Nine days! And still the king is sad, And hides his face, and is not seen. The tenth ! the king is gaily clad ; The king will banquet with the queen ; And, ere the west be waste of sun, Enjoy the vineyard he hath won. All this I hear as one entranced. The king and I are friend and fr…

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…o rises on one knee and takes her thereon. She removes his ‘helmet and strokes gently his hatr. Criosda, my brother ! , Criospa. Maurya, little sister! [He smiles with deep tenderness ; suddenly a pang catches him ; he strikes at his throat, and cries sharply: [Shivers with terrible emotion. The Ah! MAuRYA. Criosda, ever the same! old world runs On wheels of laughter for us little ones ; To you, whose shoulders strain, the chariot seems A poised fiend flogging you to hell. CRIOSDA. These thoughts, Maurya,—Maurya ! they become you not. Child, to…

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…or, as fot him that understandeth not thy writing, and that easily and well, he ye well assured all that he is a vile man and a losel of little worth or worship; a dog, an unclean swine, a worm of filth, a festering sore in the vitals of earth : such an one is liar and murderer, debauched, drunken, sexless, and spatulate ; an ape-dropping, a lousy, flat-backed knave: from such an one keep ye well away! Use hath he little: ornament maketh he nothing: let him be cast out on the dunghills beyond Jordan ; let him pass into the S. P. P., and that ut…

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…CRIOSDA. [Starting violently from her arms. Blood! Blood! Maurya. Lie still, dear, you are ill. Now! That is better. Come—can you walk a little ?—we will get Angus to help. CriospA. No! No! I am well! I am well! Go, go! If you love me, go. I cannot bear it longer. ad Your presence is my pain. There is nothing here. Nothing—leave me !. . MAURYA. Criosda, my own brother! . Criospa. Go! O devil! Devil! Maurya! [He reaches out a threatening arm against the empty throne. Sud- denly, with an inarticulate notse in his throat, he again collapses. Maury…

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