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…ty. 48. Concerning the Holy Guardian Angel.'—Do thou in no wise confuse this invocation with that. 49. The Bénédiction. — And so may the love that passeth ail Understanding keep your hearts and minds through IAÜ AAONAI 2ABAQ and through BABALON of the City of the Pyramids, and through Astarté, the Starry One green-girdled, in the name ARARITA. Amen. 404 —
…d labour and that rubbish-besides, a really nice God would keep his smoking-room jokes to himself another time. And the brute never made love either. Ill be even with him one day. I do wish this hole wouldnt itch. Rubbings no good-oh ! Its better when I rub hard. There ! Its started again now Ive left off. Ill rub harder this time. Ah ! Adam ! Adam ! Ha ! I thought I was with Adam Oh, how lovely ! And she gave a delicious little sigh. Pardon this intrusion, Duchess, pray said a new voice, in the well-bred deferential manner tha…
…e Book of the Seven Seals , and to paint its splendour , as an artist would incarnadine his can vas with the red blood of his mistress , love - kissed from the bloom of her crimson lips . I have not , as Samuel , hacked and hewn Agag into pieces before the Lord in Gilgal ; but rather Elijah - like have called upon Wis dom and Understanding so that my sacrifice , and even the wood and stone of the altar , and the water which floweth about it, may be licked up by the fire of the great Coronation .
…too, have raised weapons against us, thinking to hurt us. But malice is only the result of ignorance; let them examine us, and they will love us. The sword is not yet forged that can divide him whose helmet is Truth. Nor is the arrow yet fledged that will pierce the flesh of one who is clothed in the glittering armour of mirth. So here, and now, 2
…too, have raised weapons against us, thinking to hurt us. But malice is only the result of ignorance; let them examine us, and they will love us. The sword is not yet forged that can divide him whose helmet is Truth. Nor is the arrow yet fledged that will pierce the flesh of one who is clothed in the glittering armour of mirth. So here, and now, 2
…thers. What is the Man-God? He who realizes, in the most human life, the most divine ideal. Faith is a divination of intelligence and of love, when these are directed by the pointings of nature and of reason. It is then of the essence of the things of faith to be inac- cessible to science, doubtful for philosophy, and undefined for certainty. Faith is an hypothetical realization and a conventional determination of the last aims of hope. It is the attach- ment to the visible sign of the things which one does not see. “Faith is the substance of t…
…thers. What is the Man-God? He who realizes, in the most human life, the most divine ideal. Faith is a divination of intelligence and of love, when these are directed by the pointings of nature and of reason. It is then of the essence of the things of faith to be inac- cessible to science, doubtful for philosophy, and undefined for certainty. Faith is an hypothetical realization and a conventional determination of the last aims of hope. It is the attach- ment to the visible sign of the things which one does not see. “Faith is the substance of t…
…f pain, Time, space, to that eternal calm ? Blavatsky’s Himalayan Balm43 Aids us no whit—if to improve Thus the All-light, All-life, All-love, By evolution’s myrrh and gall, It would not then have been the All. Thus all conceptions fail and fall. But see the Cyclopædia-article On “Metaphysics”; miss no particle 310 315 320 325 330 335 340 345 Visible Image of the Soul of Nature, whose Name is Fat- ality. Futility of all investigations of the Mind into the First Cause. Faith our only alternative to Despair ? So says Mansel.
114 THE STAR IN THE WEST Percy, the now distraught lover of Angela , turns to his first moony love , and withdrawing his heart proffers her his purse : Buy yourself a pretty hat ! Forget my pretty speeches !' The above needs no comment . Most men will under stand it well enough ; for there are a hundred thousand women in London who need no editor's appendix or translator's footnote . Enter GLENSTRAE . (To conceive him asketh not Imagination's waistcoat buttons undone ! Any old gentleman in any club in London . ) ? Meeting Molly he asks her for …
…seleaves. The hot angry famine and pestilence of the soul is the sulphur of the spring and the poisonous mist that plays upon it. "Come, Love, nor list to tired dreams that twist thy lithe long limbs in fierce abandonment," fierce as Pasiphae in Edmond d'Haraucourt's secret masterpiece; all the joyous torture of the damned in a phrase. Dear lady, when this flask of perfume comes from the bookseller, you shall tire your hair, and paint your face, and gild your nails; you shall anoint yourself with the witch- ointment, and in the rosy twilight to…
…the will to falter, the steps to halt. “ Beneath, keener anguish than the thrust of a poisoned rapier, stabbed me this poignant pang: my love awaits me, waits for me to save her, to fly with her. . . “Where was she? “It was broad day; I cleansed myself of the marks of battle, sat down and broke my fast, my sane mind steadily forcing itself to a sober plan of action, beating manfully down the scream of its despair. All day I searched the streets. Passing an antiquary, I showed him my weapons. He readily supplied their history; but—there was none…
…the will to falter, the steps to halt. “ Beneath, keener anguish than the thrust of a poisoned rapier, stabbed me this poignant pang: my love awaits me, waits for me to save her, to fly with her. . . “Where was she? “It was broad day; I cleansed myself of the marks of battle, sat down and broke my fast, my sane mind steadily forcing itself to a sober plan of action, beating manfully down the scream of its despair. All day I searched the streets. Passing an antiquary, I showed him my weapons. He readily supplied their history; but—there was none…
…lever scoundrel like Booth—or somebody else beginning with a B—would hesitate to waste an obolus on such a literary sausage-seller.* The love of obscurantism and mummery is sufficient explanation; to use Latin for English, Greek for Latin, Hebrew for Greek, was the key of his whole literary method of vain forms of observance, of meaningless archaisms and affectations. Your priest does not know why he does so and so any more than your freemason (I have yet to meet an English freemason who knows what the word freemason means, or how it should be …
…sing the most desperate banalities. Are you weeping for a broken affection? How simple you are! they were playing with you, they did not love you. You admit sorrowfully that your child limps; in friendly fashion they bid you remark that he is a hunchback. If he coughs and that alarms you, they conjure you tenderly to take great care of him, perhaps he is consumptive. Has your wife been ill for along time? Cheer up, she will die of it! Hope and work is the message of Heaven to us by the voice of all good souls. Despair and die, Hell cries to us …
…lever scoundrel like Booth—or somebody else beginning with a B—would hesitate to waste an obolus on such a literary sausage-seller.* The love of obscurantism and mummery is sufficient explanation; to use Latin for English, Greek for Latin, Hebrew for Greek, was the key of his whole literary method of vain forms of observance, of meaningless archaisms and affectations. Your priest does not know why he does so and so any more than your freemason (I have yet to meet an English freemason who knows what the word freemason means, or how it should be …
…sing the most desperate banalities. Are you weeping for a broken affection? How simple you are! they were playing with you, they did not love you. You admit sorrowfully that your child limps; in friendly fashion they bid you remark that he is a hunchback. If he coughs and that alarms you, they conjure you tenderly to take great care of him, perhaps he is consumptive. Has your wife been ill for along time? Cheer up, she will die of it! Hope and work is the message of Heaven to us by the voice of all good souls. Despair and die, Hell cries to us …
…above declared unto thee) was the Truth concerning the Nature of Woman. But I being but a Youth, and Headstrong, and being enraptured in Love of Women, and Admiration of Them, and Worship, delighting in them eagerly, and learning constantly from them, nourished by the Milk of heir Mystery, as it should be for all true Men, did resist angrily the Doctrine of that most holy Man of God. And because, (as it was written) he was a vowed Virgin from his Birth, and had no Commerce with any in the Way of Carnality, I disabled his Judgment herein, as if …
16 love with it at once and had it by heart in a few days. But his own earliest effort is more on the lines of the hymnal. Only a few lines remain. Terror, and darkness, and horrid despair! Agony painted upon the once fair Brow of the man who refused to give up The love of the wine-filled, the o'erflowing cup. "Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging." No wine in death is his torment assuaging. Of this Redhill period there remain also memories of two summers, one in France and Switzerland, the other in the Highlands. The former has left numero…
…and anyhow I wouldn't call a trained flea Mabel, if I respected it. The intensity of my repulsion makes me suspect that I wanted to make love to her and was annoyed that I was already in love. The gospels do not tell us whether the man who possessed the pearl of great price ever had moments of regret at having given up imitation jewellery. One always subconsciously connects notoriously vile women who flaunt their heartless and sexless seduction with the possibility of some supremely perverse pleasure in nastiness. However, my surface reaction w…
…NE 317 bush—or a flaming chariot-or a still small voice , and joining myself to God I become one spirit with him . As : O night ! Fade , love ! Fade , light ! I pass beyond Life's law . I melt as snow ; as ice 1 thaw ; As mist I dissipate : I am borne , I draw Through chasms on the mountains : stormy gusts Of ancient sorrows and forgotten lusts Bear me along : they touch me not : I waste. The memory of long lives interlaced Fades in my tading . I disintegrate Fall into black oblivion of Fate . My being divides . I have forgot my name . I am blo…