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1911 · PDF PAGE 169

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…ink that his sense of awe misleads him in one respect. The Buddha, the Christ, and He whom some of us know as Frater Perdurabo, were all men before they became lost in the Infinity of what some call the One, others the All, others the Naught; and their documents are accessible. These documents are of immeasurably greater value than the lesser writings of the mediæval saints. In fact, this word mediveval is of use to us in describing Evelyn Underhill's state of mind. He, she, or it is rather narrow, vastly learned and curiously ignorant, capable …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 250

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…f Thomas Henry Huxley) I. THE purpose of this essay is to draw a strict comparison between the modern scien- : tific conceptions of Phenomena and their' explanation, where such exists, and the| ancient ideas of the Buddhists; to show that Buddhism, alike in theory and practice, is a scientific religion ; a logical superstructure on a basis of experimentally verifiable truth; and that its method is identical with that of science. We must resolutely exclude the accidental features of both, especially of Buddhism; and unfortunately in both cases w…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 108

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… their lemans ; The dead-alive were making terms With God, and notaries, and germs, With house-agents and demons. All Paris keeping sacrament Of musing or of melancholy, Impatient of the next event, To spend, to barter, to be spent 5-— I chuckled at the folly. ‘‘T would that I were dead and damned,” Thinks every wiser human. ‘*Corpses have room, and men are jammed ; Those offer food, and these are crammed :— And cheaper, too, is woman !” I, being neither God nor ghost, A mere caprice of matter, Hop idly in the hideous host, Content to chaff the…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 162

Moonchild

came the greatest of them all[13]. His face was abrupt and vehement; but a veil was woven over it, because of the glory of his eyes, and a thick scarf, like a cloud, held over his mouth, lest the thunder of it destroy men's hearing. This man was so enormous that his stature spanned all heaven; and his creatures, that moved about him, were all godlike — immensely greater than the human. Yet were they human; but so patriarchal, so intense, that they almost overwhelmed Iliel. On him she dared not look. He had the gift of making every thing a thous…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 209

Moonchild

…ain't this like eatin' pie after that?" [293] The sorcerer deliberated with himself a while. Then he consulted his familiar demons. The omens were confusing. He thought that perhaps he had put his question ambiguously, and tried again in other words. He had begun by asking vaguely "whether Cremers would succeed in her mission," which had earned him a very positive "yes," flanked by a quite unintelligible message about "deception," "the false Dmitri" and "the wrong horse," also some apparent nonsense about Scotland and an island. This time he as…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 31

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…t most reverend sound through all the vale Pealed in low cadences that rise and fail, And all the augurs promise happy days, And all the men for Archais have praise, And all maids’ eyes are fixed on Charicles. Then, to the tune of musical slow seas, The wind began to murmur on the mead, And he, unconscious, drew his eager reed From the loose tunic; now they seat them- selves On moss worn smooth by feet of many elves Dancing at midnight through them, and their voice | Bids all the woodland echoes to rejoice Because the lovers are made one at las…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 169

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ng asked by R. to go and do some little thing for her, I put hands over eyes before rising, and saw a light so peculiar that it is worth mentioning. It had the appearance of being three distinct things at once. Dead black, a beautiful night-sky-blue, but at the same time the very essence of it was brilliant light. Quite indescribable in words. (Seems very good. O.M.) It may be remarked that Fra. V.I.O. had occupied himself with the contempla- tion of the Stélé of Revealing, completed therefrom a Pantacle of Nuit, and had obtained a sigil for sa…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 181

Moonchild

… devil told him to do so." "I am He who is Truth" was the boast of a great mystic, Mansur, and they stoned him for it, as they stone all men who speak truth; but had he said "Hush! I am God!" he would have been merely a maniac. So Iliel acquired the habit of spending a great part of the day in her cradle, and there indulging her mind in every possible morbidity. The very fact that she could not go on to action served to make the matter worse. It is a terrible error to let any natural impulse, physical or mental, stagnate. Crush it out, if you w…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 19

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…o tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, another poet’s heart to gnaw With dubious remorse. Oh! flame of tortur- ing flower-love ! sacrament Of Satan, triple element of mystery and love and shame, Green, gold, and crimson, in my heart you strive with Jesus for its realm, While Sorrow’s tears would overwhelm the warriors of either part. Jesus would lure me: from His side the gleaming torrent of the spear Withdraws, my soul with joy and fear waits for sweet blood to pour its tide Of warm delight—in vain! so cold, so watery, so slack it flows, It…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 132

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…w, linger and gem All the fresh flowers in the garland ; Blossom, leaf, bud and green stem Flash with your light to some far land, Where men shall wonder if you be not a newly-be~- starland. Ah! the sweet scents of the woods! Ah! the sweet sounds of the heaven ! Sights of impetuous floods, Foam like the daisy at even, Folding o’er passionate gold petals that sun- rise had riven ! See, like my life is the stream Now its desire is grown quiet ; Life was a passionate dream Once, when light fancy ran riot, Now, ere youth fades, flows in peace past …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 133

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…t justice, human and divine? 1 ‘The extinct Wiid Bull of Iurope. Priests thrive on poison. Carrion Their eager teeth Tear, till the sacramental sun Its sword unsheath, And bid their horrid carnival be done, And smite beneath In their cold gasping valleys, and bid light Break the battalions of the angry night. That sword that smote from Hleaven was so keen, Its silver blade No angel’s sight, no fairy’s eye hath seen, No tender maid With subtle insight may behold its sheen With light inlaid ; But God, who forged it, breathed upon its point, And H…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 189

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…esire to kiss the scythe, All know, whose limbs in envious glory writhe, And lie exhausted, mingling happy breath. * Could [end so—thismoment !? Lingereth The lazy gaze halfanournful and half blithe. But there’s another, when the body dieth -- Hast thou no knowledge what the carcase saith ? I watched all night by my dead Jover’s bed. I saw the spirit; heard the motionless Lips part in uttering a supreme caress : **T care not or for life or death ;”* they said, ‘Only for love.’ ‘* What difference ?” said I, ‘¢Dead or alive, I love thee utterly.”…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 72

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… endures. The lover breaks the lyre. Its death-cry, agony, O agony! rings One name. The lover sits in hell alone Fondling the devil that men call desire. 1 The ancient parliament,of Britain.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 154

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… see this grey unnatural mother of mine Now, as she is, disrobed of deity, And like some reeling procuress grown wolf By infamous bewitchment, haunt the stairs, My soul, 1 Fire and Water, Air and Farth, are the ‘‘antagonisms " of the ‘‘ elements.” And pluck the young men by the robe, and take The maidens for her sacrifice, and burn With great unquenchable dead lustrous eyes Toward impossible things grown possible In Egypt. I will cleanse the land of this. Let me remember I am yet a god! Re-enter THE LEPER. THE LEPER. Thou must be brought before…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 87

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… breezes, so it glows and rolls, Caught in the furnace of the sun, opaque To eyes that seek its depth, but -penetrable By those long filaments of light beyond. See, the spot darkens, and a horseman spurs A flagging steed with bloody flanks, and waves A cloudy sword to heaven—I am sure He brings us eagle-wingéd victory, And tiding of no battle lost for Israel. Yes, he grows great before the sun, and stands Now in his stirrups, and shouts loud, and waves . A blade triumphant. Now the weary horse Stumbles with thundering strides along the last Fur…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 219

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…atter! shear and shatter ! Break the egg that hides thee well! Pan! I call thee! Pan! I see thee in thy whirling citadel. I alone of all men may unveil thee, Show the ghastly soul of all that is Unto them, that they themselves may hail thee, Festering corruption of thy kiss! Thou the soul of God ! the soul of demon ! Soul of matter, soul of man! Show the gross fools, thine, that think them freemen, What thou art, and what thy heart, And what they are, that they are thee, All creation, whole and part, Thine and thee, near and far :— Come! I call…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 144

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…hate, Traitors to either state, Hang them inchains! Our way to Freedom cannot wait ! The petty partisans of party war, The hireling quillmen, and the jingo crowd, The well-paid patriots, scenting from afar Silence, their doom—shall they eclipse the Star Now crescent in the sky, whose music loud Rejoices humble hearts and true men all, And sounds the funeral Dirge of slave, tyrant, priest, that snarl, and snarling fall ? These we forget—remembering only this : Ye are blood-brothers, and our tongues are one ; Our hopes and conquests in one splend…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 9

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…oo warm, Bewitched by every beauty of her form, The blush upon her cheek is deeper red, Half glad, and half repenting what she said. A moment’s struggle, as her form I press :— One soft sad sigh. Love conquers. I possess. A WELCOME TO JABEZ,)} Reprinted from the ‘‘ Eastbourne Chronicle.” GREAT Liberator, come again, Thy country needs thee sadly ; In Scotland Yard they all complain They ‘‘ want” thee, oh! so badly. Thou canst not tell the sighs and sobs That for thy presence yearn ; And the great heart of England throbs With joy at thy return. F…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 54

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…better. Old Farmer Tyson, luckily enough, as it turned out, insisted on examination, and no less than: twenty-three skilled surgeons—all men of note !—declared her to be wzrxvo0 tntacta. SiR GRABSON J. Eh? What? SIR HERPES Z, You see, Englishmen—ah ! SIR GRARSON J. Er—ah? 1 The Abbot of the Fort-Augustus Abbey was at this time a German, Sirk HERPES Z, Ah! SIR GRABSON J. Er—ah! As Whistler said, ‘‘ You put out your arm, and you hit three’! —eh? Sir HERPES Z. At least the anatomical detail Here is a ph— Probably. is certain. SIR GRABSON J. Tush, …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 119

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…at, who was supremely good. For, mark you! babes are ware of wiser things, And hold more arcane matters in their mild Cabochon eyes than men are ware of yet. VOL. IIT. Therefore have poets, lest they should forget, Likened the little sages unto kings. But look! the baby whispers—hush| nay| We shall disturb them loving—come away| Nay | L?’,AMOUR QUI PASSE, LOVE comes to flit, a spark of steel Struck on the flint of youth and wit3 Ay, little maid, for woe or weal, Love comes to flit. Hermes one whisper thrills. Admit! Kupris one smile aims—do you…

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