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Page 118 of 1281935 · PDF PAGE 13
… extending the Law in the world, wherein is proof is his being able to write a single line of good poetry, although the greatest poet in soul is unable to express himself without the aid of those three elements of literary composition. 1. This is not in contradiction with the absolute right of every person to do his own true Will. But any True Will is of necessity in harmony with the facts of Existence; and to refuse to accept the Book of the Law is to create a conflict within Nature, as if a physicist insisted on using an incorrect formula of …
1905 · PDF PAGE 129
…g dead: infernal calm, Chill hatred,- wrap her in their poisonous cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, abuve All shameful deeds, is Lying, from whose tongue Drops Envy, wed with Hatred, to sow Strife. These twain are bitter; but the last is Love. THE RAPE OF DEATH. ARGUMENT.—Sir Godfrey, a knight of Nor- mandy, leapeth into a light vessel of Jarl Hungard, while they s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 154
…ther 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 her presently Borne in a c…
1906 · PDF PAGE 78
… ; Dew covering the body that dashes and clings to me here. O fairest, O rose among roses! O flower of the innermost fire ! O tune of my soul that encloses All life, the tempestuous lyre ! O dawn of my dawn that reposes and darts in desire ! And death and its portals are rifted, Life listens our kisses that weep ; Love hears, and his measure is shifted, Grows solemn and deadly and deep ; Love’s ship droops its sails and is drifted in silence to sleep. And soft as a seal on our slumber Dreams drift of Aurorean dew 3 Dreams shapen of flames that …
1929 · PDF PAGE 17
…lthough only a minute previously he has written it down in plain English. In short, the genius appears to be a being of another plane, a soul of light and immortality! I know that much of this may be explained by supposing what I have called the genius to be a bodily substance in which the consciousness of the whole race (in his particular time) may become active under certain stimuli. There is much to be said for this view; language itself confirms it; for the words 'to know, 'gnosis,' are merely sub-echoes of the first cries implying generati…
1907 · PDF PAGE 149
…are children of the mighty throng That cluster where the mountains fail, and sleep In such cool peace that even thy lyre awakes Hardly a soul that tenderer music makes. Yet we arise and listen for cur own sweet sakes. THE LIVING CREATURES OF THE EARTH. The heavy hand is held, And the whips leave weary blows. The mysteries of eld Are cancelled and expelled, And the miserable throes.
1905 · PDF PAGE 40
…erchance I have not lived so far. Perchance to-day, Like a spring-flower that slowly opens out Its willing petals to the tender dawn, My soul may open to the knowledge of iA dawn of new thought that may lead Votce. To God. Ph, Wope hardly dared to name it! Enter Messenger. Afess. My lord, the king’s command ! Ph. I heed it not. See thou disturb not my high meditation. Away! Voice. With meditations centred in thyself. Mess. Who spoke? Lh. Speak thou. I obey the king. Tess. My lord, Ile lids thee to his court, to hold the reins Tight on the fretf…
1919 · PDF PAGE 170
THE EQUINOX I feel a secret Joy to-night. The unaccountable inner Joy which transforms everything and frees the soul from its shackles. All seems so good to-night; this simple life, the tent by the sea, the night air, the happy tired feeling after the day’s work, the presence of my two dear ones, and all the dear ones of which I am a part, the presence of Adonai within and without. It is good to have lived for this. (This is dreadful! You must not mistake ‘feeling good’ for a mystic state. O.M.) Aug. 9, 9.59 to 10.26 P.M. During this meditation…
1906 · PDF PAGE 41
…nging foam, Ride like a ghost upon the crest, the silver- rolling comb ; Float like a warrior to his rest, majestically home. But oh! my soul, what seest thou, whose eyes are open wide? What thoughts inspire me idling now, lone on the lonely tide? Here in the beauty of the place, hope laughs and says me nay ; In nature’s bosom, in God’s face, I read Decay, Decay. Here in the splendour of the Law that built the eternal sphere, Beauty and majesty and awe, I fail of any cheer. Here, in caprice, in will divine, I see no perfect peace ; Here,in the …
1905 · PDF PAGE 198
…llow voice from every quarter cries : ‘*Q thou, zelator of this Paradise, Tell thou the secret of the pillar! None Can hear thee, of the souls beneath the sun. Speak, or the very Godhead in thee dies. For we are many and thy name is One.” The Godhead in me! came The jealous secret and the guarded name. The quest was mine! And yet my thoughts confute My intuition ; and my will was mute. My voice—ah! flashes out the word of flame : ‘* Eternal Beauty, One and absolute !” As a flash there The overwhelming sweetness ofa voice Filled me with Godhead.…
1906 · PDF PAGE 133
…: ‘‘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 friend, As if a cloud of maidens danced Between my vision and the end. …
1907 · PDF PAGE 12
…e is the mechanism strange (But perfectly correct) to change My normal calm—seraphic dew ! Into an ardent love for you. XIII. Is there a soul behind the mask? What master drives these slaves to task Thus willing? Physiology Wipes the red scalpel, scorns reply. My argument to please you swerves, Becomes a mere defence of nerves. Why they are thus, why so they act, We know not, but accept the fact. How this for my peccation serves? Marry, how? Tropically! Pact I bind with blood to show you use For this impertinence—and add A proverb fit to make y…
1907 · PDF PAGE 191
… by mischance let fall From some white slave’s divinely carven jar. O Lords of Justice, universal woe Hath yet its shadows in a singer’s soul, He feels the arrow from a party bow Who yet hath strength to struggle with the whole. I love my wife. The many-coloured throne Of Grecian meadows hath nor charm nor lure Now she is gone. Lamenting and alone My dulled heart aches, most that it must endure. Give this decree, O masters! Few the days And light the hours since Heracles de- scended The dusky steep, the intolerable ways, And one prey—Theseus—fr…
1905 · PDF PAGE 203
…r pitiful faces, another Holier Face. Unknowing it, undesiring, your lips have led me higher ; You have taught me purer songs that your. souls did not desire ; You have led me through your chambers, where the secret bolt was drawn, To the chambers of the Highest and the secrets of the Dawn ! You have brought me to command you, and not to be denied ; You have taught me in perfection to be unsatisfied ; You have taught me midnight vigils, when you smiled in amorous sleep ; You have even taught a man the woman’s way to weep. So, even as you helped…
1907 · PDF PAGE 148
…aken, Their wind-swept waves by Deedal music taken Into a golden heaven of festal song. We shake and glisten in the sun, we see The very soul and majesty of thee Thrill in the lyre and leave the lazy long Notes for crisp magic of sharp rustling sound, And thy life quickens and thy loves abound, Listening the answer of our dancing throng, Joy, sleep, peace, laughter, thought, remem- brance, came Even at our prelude, a death-quickening flame, And earth rejoiced throughout to hear De- meter’s name. We come, in bass deep-swelling, rocks and caves, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 243
…Its own warm purple. Look, the tender stream ! VENUS. Let its old sleepy fragrance lull thee now, Yet madden thee in brain and sense and soul, Mixing success with infinite despair. So; take our secret back to sleep with us :— And in that sleep I know that thou wilt choose
1906 · PDF PAGE 18
…it hope and life, quit fear and death and love, Implacable as God, desired above All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed, Knit in one soul in one delicious bed More hot than hell, more wicked than all things, Vast in our sin, whose unredeeming wings Rise o’er the world, and flap for lust of death, Eager as any one that travaileth ; So in our lust, the monstrous burden borne Heavy within the womb, we wait the morn Of its fulfilment. Thus eternity Wheels vain wings round us, who may never die But cling as hard as serpent’s wedlock is, One writ…
1906 · PDF PAGE 56
…d not—not for his sake but for hers. So he bent down, and passed away beyond In space, in time. [The myriad ministers Of God, seeing her soul, prayed God to send One spirit yet to turn him—subtly stirs The eternal glory of God’s mouth ; “‘ The end Ts not, nor the beginning.” Such the speech Our language fashions down —to compre- hend. ]
1907 · PDF PAGE 253
…INDEX OF FIRST LINES We ride upon the fury of the blast, i. 47 What ails thee, earth? ii. 31 What change of language! lil, 18 What is my soul? The shadow of my will, 1. 194 What makes God then of all the curses, ii. 17 What power or fascination lie, i. 180 What sadness closes in between, ili. 2 What words are these that shudder through my sleep, i, 103 When a battle is all but lost and won, ii. 270 When, at the awful Judgment-day, God stands, ili, 115 Whence the black lands shudder, ii. 55 When God bethought Him, i. 10 When God uplifted hands t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 222
… grey seas; I listen for your voices in the throng; I languish for your deadly melodies! Yet, when I hear the sound for which I long, My soul is not at ease. There rings an iron music In my ears ; A Martial cadence, chorus of the Hours: The years of plenty, the abundant years Flee, as the halcyon from the dying flowers. The chariot of Miseries and Fears Marshals its sombre powers. Take up thy pen and write! I must obey. No shrinking at that terrible command! Their voices mingle in the feeble lay, Their fire impulses the reluctant hand. My words…