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Page 14 of 1121919 · PDF PAGE 83
…s graven the aphorism Linea viridis gyrat universa. 3. Then the word of Adonai came unto me by the mouth of the Magister mine, saying: O heart that art girt about with the coils of the old serpent, lift up thyself unto the mountain of initiation! 4. But I remembered. Yea, Than, yea, Theli, yea, Lilith! these three were about me from of old. For they are one. 5. Beautiful wast thou, O Lilith, thou serpent-woman! 6. Thou wast lithe and delicious to the taste, and thy perfume was of musk mingled with ambergris. 7. Close didst thou cling with thy c…
1930 · PDF PAGE 93
…rning his time if it be short. Let him labour mentally with his Invocation, concentrating it, and let him perform this Invocation in his heart whenever he hath the leisure. And let him seize eagerly upon every opportunity for this. 17. Continuation. — Third, even if he hâve leisure and pré¬ paration, let him seek ever to bring inward the symbols, so that even in his well ordered shrine the whole ceremony revolve inwardly in his heart, that is to say in the temple of his body, of which the outer temple is but an image. For in the brain is the sh…
1912 · PDF PAGE 183
THE TELL-TALE HEART CLARK. Why, it‘s main late. SERGEANT. Cheer up, neighbour Clark, we all make our mistakes. JACK. [Loader] 1 say no! I never make a mistake. I never—sing, 1 say! SERGEANT. You sing, Mr. Adams, a lovely voice you’ve got. Give us the Harvest Song. JACK. [Still loader] There isn't a song. There isn’t a harvest. It rained—ralned—ralned—tap—tap—[snon/SJ You’re a liar. The sun shone, there wasn't a sound, not a sound, [THEY begin to lack 715841?/ן%;? CLARK. [Asiae fo Sergeant] He's been a bit excited-like these last few days—and th…
1912 · PDF PAGE 183
THE TELL-TALE HEART CLARK. Why, it‘s main late. SERGEANT. Cheer up, neighbour Clark, we all make our mistakes. JACK. [Loader] 1 say no! I never make a mistake. I never—sing, 1 say! SERGEANT. You sing, Mr. Adams, a lovely voice you’ve got. Give us the Harvest Song. JACK. [Still loader] There isn't a song. There isn’t a harvest. It rained—ralned—ralned—tap—tap—[snon/SJ You’re a liar. The sun shone, there wasn't a sound, not a sound, [THEY begin to lack 715841?/ן%;? CLARK. [Asiae fo Sergeant] He's been a bit excited-like these last few days—and th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 140
…” Before we begin these, it will be necessary to enter upon the doctrines of Buddhism at some little length, for Frater I. A. was now at heart a follower of Gotama, being rather disgusted with his Tamil Guru; and under his guidance it was that P. grasped the fundamental importance of Con- centration through meditation. 124
1910 · PDF PAGE 140
…” Before we begin these, it will be necessary to enter upon the doctrines of Buddhism at some little length, for Frater I. A. was now at heart a follower of Gotama, being rather disgusted with his Tamil Guru; and under his guidance it was that P. grasped the fundamental importance of Con- centration through meditation. 124
1903 · PDF PAGE 36
…p are set ; Written in gold on the day’s grave, “ To love, and to forget ; ” And sea-winds whisper o’er the wave The name of Margaret. A heart of gold, a flower of white, A blushing flame of snow, She moves like latticed moons of light— And O ! her voice is low, Shell-murmurs borne to Amphitrite, Exulting as they go. 14
1912 · PDF PAGE 294
252 TH Ε EQUINOX VII I loved you, Evelyn, all the while! My heart was full as it could hold Of Ella Wheeler Wilcox’ style—— Think what it cost me, I that was old. So hush ! I give you this leaf to keep— Seel I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ; 'Tis a tract on The Simple Life and Sleep ; You will wake, and remember, and understand. VICTOR B. NEUBURG‘
1912 · PDF PAGE 294
252 TH Ε EQUINOX VII I loved you, Evelyn, all the while! My heart was full as it could hold Of Ella Wheeler Wilcox’ style—— Think what it cost me, I that was old. So hush ! I give you this leaf to keep— Seel I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ; 'Tis a tract on The Simple Life and Sleep ; You will wake, and remember, and understand. VICTOR B. NEUBURG‘
1911 · PDF PAGE 296
…It is nothing; every one Shall win to the moon at last, The mage has wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison An end to the adamant age! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lily-white goat For the price ofa crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns; I have bought a, lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry : With these, and God {or a, gift, It …
1911 · PDF PAGE 296
…It is nothing; every one Shall win to the moon at last, The mage has wrought by his art A billion shapes in the sun. Look through to the heart of his heart, And the many are shapes of one! An end to the art of the mage, And the cold grey blank of the prison An end to the adamant age! The ambrosial moon is arisen. I have bought a lily-white goat For the price ofa crown of thorns, A collar of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns; I have bought a, lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry : With these, and God {or a, gift, It …
1904 · PDF PAGE 91
… lips belong This year, next year, never again ? Say, whose lips will have done me wrong? Tell me, little shy bird, if pain Dwell in thy heart at an idle song ; Now we are one; we shall soon be twain ! Say, how long? 79
1910 · PDF PAGE 68
…eyond and above I abide. Every move I foresee ; I foretell every tide, The eclipse and the comet, the oiled and the gritty, I know it by heartand the balance beside ! Come close ! let me suck out your lips as in languor ! Stand off ! while I cringe at your towering anger ! Ill grip you and shake you and weep at your knees Mere flames of the foil-play, its clatter and clangour ! Your one joyyour pride in your cleverness, maybe ! My one joyyou think you are gulling a gaby, And at last, when you strike to the heartif you please ! I riposte w…
1906 · PDF PAGE 217
…onditions even to begin the most elementary practices. 742. My Eastern friend.—Abdul Hamid, of the Fort, Colombo, on whom be peace. 755. Heart,61— Heart is a trifling misquotation: This poem is for publication. 810. Mind the dark doorway there /®2—This, like so many other (perhaps all) lines in these poems, is pregnant with a host of hidden meanings. Not only is it physical, of saying good-bye to a friend: but mental, of the dark- ness of metaphysics; occult, of the mystical darkness of the Threshold of Initiation: and physiological, containing…
1913 · PDF PAGE 225
ROSA IGNOTA When for an age of craft-long loveliness L lay mine head against thy beating heart, And hear thy bosom throb, and soft sighs start Through all thy hot young breath, ah! canst thou guess How the artist longs to frame thy murmured “ yes” In Pavian marble, wrought with subtle art To immortal wonder, so to vend apart The curtains of the tomb with easy stress ? Ah! wert thou here, sweetheart, I would not sing These foolish songs. I only turn to rime When thou art absent ; for thine eyes would bring A light too dazzling for mine eyes; but…
1913 · PDF PAGE 225
ROSA IGNOTA When for an age of craft-long loveliness L lay mine head against thy beating heart, And hear thy bosom throb, and soft sighs start Through all thy hot young breath, ah! canst thou guess How the artist longs to frame thy murmured “ yes” In Pavian marble, wrought with subtle art To immortal wonder, so to vend apart The curtains of the tomb with easy stress ? Ah! wert thou here, sweetheart, I would not sing These foolish songs. I only turn to rime When thou art absent ; for thine eyes would bring A light too dazzling for mine eyes; but…
1910 · PDF PAGE 291
… this is the great import of the curse That the whole world is sick, and not a part. Conterminous with its own universe The horror of my heart ! ANANDA VUJaA. T 273
1910 · PDF PAGE 291
… this is the great import of the curse That the whole world is sick, and not a part. Conterminous with its own universe The horror of my heart ! ANANDA VUJaA. T 273
1906 · PDF PAGE 143
…he maiden’s body prone Lay on her altar. Then she gave consent, And I smote once. RupHa. Ha! Ha! What came then? Criospa. I tore out her heart, and held its flame aloft. The blackening Thy rite blood Gushed on my arms—and then— Rupua. Ho! Ho! CriosDA. With red lips reeking from the sweet foul feast, I sang in tuneless agony the spell ; Rolled athwart space the black words: then some force Tore me: I heard the tears drop in my heart. I heard the laughter of some utmost God Hid in the middle of matter. That was I, The hideous laugher of the mania…
1910 · PDF PAGE 180
…But fear persuades. — This deathly light, these foul grey shades ! PUBLIUS Portending little enough of good To Rome, that beats with our heart’s blood. See how dejected on their spears The guard lean ! AGRIPPA Rather a thousand years Of strife than this black peace. Accurst I know this night shall be. ISSA I thirst. AGRIPPA Give him to drink ! PUBLIUS How strange a fate ! Those noble eyes irradiate This leprous luster.