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32 THE RITES OF ELEUSIS Lift up this love of peace and bliss, The starry soul of wine, Destruction’s formidable kiss, The lamp of the divine: This shadow of a nobler name Whose life is strife, whose soul is lame! 1 rather will exalt the soul Of man to loftier height, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of light. From these soft splendours of a dream 1 turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain. Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and y…
1911 · PDF PAGE 119
…h shall make merry with you until the rose strike its root into your breast. Then shall your body be one again with the Mother, and your soul one with the Father, as it is written in the Book 01 the Law. All this have I been taught by her whose purity and strength are even as Earth’s, chosen before the foundation of Time. Lioness with lion, may we walk by night among the ruins 01 great cities, when, weary with happiness too great even 101 our immortality, we turn from the fragrance and fertility 01 Earth. And at the sunrise return where the peo…
1911 · PDF PAGE 265
THE RITE OF VENUS A devouring fire is thy soul, and the corpses of the dead are enkindled at thy breath. Salutation to Hathor, the child of Isis and of Nephthys ! Salutation to Hathor, the bride of Apis, of Apis that hath the beetle upon his tongue! A devouring fire is thy soul, and the corpses of the dead are enkindled at thy breath. Salutation to Hathor, whose necklace is of the Souls of the blessed ones of Amennti. Salutation to Hathor, whose girdle is of the Souls of the blessed ones of Seb! Salutation to Hathor, whose sandals are of the Soul…
1911 · PDF PAGE 316
…r. nu, SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. Pp. x + 109. A new edition. 3:. δαί net. These two volumes breathe the pure semi-conscious aspiration o( the soul, and express the first glimmerings oi the light. THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Medium 8vo, pp. ix+ 129, 55. net. A collection or lyrics, illustrating the progress or the soul 110111 corporeal to celestial beatitude. TANNHAUSER. Demy 4to, pp, 142, 155. net. The progress otthe soul in dramatic tonn. BERASHITH. 4to, China paper, pp. 24, 55. nec. Only afew copies remain. An illuminating essay on the Universe, reconcilin…
1911 · PDF PAGE 295
… stones for tears So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grievous graft By the swing of her soul unsatedi Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul, In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm ofa sexless Owl, I am set apart from the rest By meed ofthe mystic rune That reads in peril and pest The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, galloping Love ; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord …
1911 · PDF PAGE 314
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1911 · PDF PAGE 307
…EMARKABLE TREATISE ON THE MYSTIC PATH EVER WRITTEN Contains an Introduction and Four Essays; the first an account of the progress of the soul to perfect illumination, under the guise ofa charming fairy tale 5 The second, an Essay on Truth, under the guise ofa Christmas pantomime ; The third, an Essay on Magical Ethics, under the guise of the story ofa Chinese philosopher; The fourth, a Treatise on many Magical Subjects of the profoundest importance, under the guise ofa symposium, interspersed with beautiful lyrics. No serious student can afford…
1911 · PDF PAGE 60
…araband where whirls A wanton witch, whose perfumes smite The shuddering air; a summer night Where summer lightning darts and curls. Her soul a Parian marble shrine, Centred in lily-cups that fold Their carven petals, smooth and cold, Far o’er a lake of frozen wine— Yet deep within whose inmost fold Sleepeth a snake: the crystal brine Of endless sorrow seals his shrine; Wiser than Sin is he, so old! ETHEL ARCHER.
1911 · PDF PAGE 117
…aradise. Then, if he have kept the holy fire alight, perhaps with much false fuel, that fire shall instant blaze and fill the temple 01 his soul. By its insistent energy it shall destroy even the memory of all those marsh—lights that came to greet it; and the priest shall bow down in the glory, and grasp the altar with his hands, and strike it with his forehead seven times. Now this altar is the earthen altar of Demeter. Then understanding all things by the light of that love, he shall know that this is love, that this is the soul of the earth, th…
1911 · PDF PAGE 88
…g to my brim ; Light and night are one to Himl In the dark You may mark The slow ooze of my springs, But you know Not the glow Where the soul of me sings. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Life and death are one to Him! There is cold In the old Grey gloom of my caves; There is heat In the beat Of my passionate waves. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Love and hate are one to Him. [They dance and return to the well. R. and L. are now seen öehimi the grasses, she sowing uþan his sima/der.] 80
1911 · PDF PAGE 142
…ove and by the terrible ordeal that she had undergone, Her mind remembered nothing of it— such is the merciful order of things ; but her soul, beaten with rods, was sore. So Edgar Rolles went to England to his martyrdom, with a lock of her hair in his pocket-book; and he turned martyr— dom to battle, and battle to victory. Kingdoms have been won for an eyelash, before now. 134
1911 · PDF PAGE 56
…y foiled By the hungry eyes, and the red mouth soiled By the honey of mine that your greed has spoiled, Jeanne The body a corpse and the soul inurned ! Against your heart I laid mine ear, Jeanne! And the clock went ticking, ticking. How could I choose but hear, Jeanne ? Ah me I what thoughts came pricking Like spurs in the flanks of a weary horse? Nor heart nor clock could feel remorse, But kept their definite deadly course, Jeanne I Alas! for man, for his life’s disaster: The clock beats fast, but a heart beats faster.
1911 · PDF PAGE 74
…h me! What serpent hisses from out those purple bysses, Far in the womb of the long-lying sea? She wakes I Nor dare he creep back to her soul, whence Sleep Has torn aside the mist—hung drapery ; Too strange the way, and steep. ETHEL ARCHER. 66
1911 · PDF PAGE 197
…“Dost thou remember our old ecstasy? " “Why do you wish to remind me?" "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? " Seest than my soul in dreams, dear?” “ No." Ι5
1911 · PDF PAGE 208
…e done. [SPHINX turns, bows, and stretehes her hands in mute appeal to om.-r.] C.I.C.T. 1. Ι heed not the passion, or the reason, or the soul of man. Mother of Mystery, declare my will. [SPHINX þlays the most exalted (passim/ess because öeytma' fusion) piece that she mrg/.*] HERMANUBIS. This means nothing to me. TYPHON. I feel nothing. C.I.C.T. 1. Mother of Mystery, declare my mind. [SPHINX flay: a mid, passion/e55, z'nz‘elleez‘aa/fz'eeeJ‘ HERMANUBIS. Ahl Ah! This is music; this is the secret of Jupiter. TYPHON. I feel nothing. C.I.C.‘l‘. 1. Mo…
1911 · PDF PAGE 210
…eaves go grey, And sombre loves and sober Make twilight of the day. Dark dreams and shadows tenser Throb through the vital scroll, Man’s souli Lift, shake the subtle censer That hides the cruel coal ! Still sweeter when the Bowman His silky shaft of frost Lets loose on earth, that no man May linger nor be lost. The barren woods, deserted. Lose echo of our sighs— Lovkdies ?— Love lives—in granite skirted, And under oaken skies. But best is grim December, The Goatish God his power; The Satyr blows the ember, And pain is passion’s flower; When bloo…
1911 · PDF PAGE 150
…, He under- stood. He understood that she cared nothing, had never cared, would never have given a hair of her head {or all his body and soul. Understanding was to his brain a momentary death. Then with a silent snarl he sprang at her. She and her chair crashed backwards to the floor, and the black leopard was upon her, his teeth sunk in her throat. Edgar Rolles was only just in time. His boot caught the murderer behind the ear—and Edgar Rolles had played football The beast was dead. Edgar stooped and caught her up, blood leaping from her throat…
1911 · PDF PAGE 205
…nets from the Sun Ye are but satellites of the One. But should your revolution stop Ye would inevitably drop Headlong within the central Soul, And all the parts become the Whole. Sloth and activity and peace, When will ye learn that ye must cease? TYPHON. How should I cease from lethargy? HERMANUBIS. How should I quench activity? SPHINX. How should I give up ecstasy? 01.01 What shines upon your foreheads? .`1,־5.1-1? (tagetker). The Eye within the Triangle. * Serenade: Drdla. 25
1911 · PDF PAGE 209
THE RITE OF JUPITER HERMANUBIS. Accursed! Accursedl be the soul of impurity, the body of Sin! C.I.C.T. I. Irreconcilable, my children, how shall ye partake of the Banquet of Jupiter, or come to the centre of the wheel? For this is the secret of Jupiter, that He who created you is in each of you, yet apart from all; before Him ye are equal, revolving in Time and in Space; but he is unmoved and within. [A fame. TYPHON. l. [TYPHON recites. Sweet, sweet are May and June, dear, The loves of lambent spring, Our lamp the drooping moon, dear, Our roof,…
1911 · PDF PAGE 236
…ltar, For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and Ι to—morrow, born Now and again, on high, on high Travelling on Dian’s naked horn ! I am the Soul that doth create The Gods, and all the Kin of Breath. I come from the sequestered state; My birth is from the House of Death [He uah/ames fo altar. Hail l ye twin hawks high pinnacled That watch upon the universe! Ye that the bier of God beheld! That bore it onwards, ministers Of peace within the House of Wrath, Servants of him that cometh forth At dawn with many-coloured lights, Mounting from underneath …