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Page 20 of 771929 · PDF PAGE 366
…ate must learn to use this faculty. Its first advantage is to deliver one from the dilemma set forth above. We need no longer doubt that white is white, because that proposition implicitly asserts what white is black. Our new instrument assures us that the whiteness of white depends on the fact of its blackness. This statement sounds more than absurd; it is a meaningless assertion. But we have already seen that the axioms of the intellect involve absurdity. They only impose upon us at first because
1910 · PDF PAGE 124
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING OBJECT MEDITATED UPON. TIME, REMARKS. Black egg and white ray 10 , Five breaks. between pillars* (E). Golden Dawn Symbol t(E). ry Very bad. Bad cold, dust, shaking, etc., prevented concentration.{ Golden Dawn Symbol (E). 10 4 Four breaks. R. Reet A.C. 23 Nine breaks. Against this particular practice P. wrote: “I think breaks are longer in themselves than of old; forI find myself con- centrating on them and forgetting the primary altogether. But I have no means of telling how long it is before the error is discover…
1910 · PDF PAGE 124
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING OBJECT MEDITATED UPON. TIME, REMARKS. Black egg and white ray 10 , Five breaks. between pillars* (E). Golden Dawn Symbol t(E). ry Very bad. Bad cold, dust, shaking, etc., prevented concentration.{ Golden Dawn Symbol (E). 10 4 Four breaks. R. Reet A.C. 23 Nine breaks. Against this particular practice P. wrote: “I think breaks are longer in themselves than of old; forI find myself con- centrating on them and forgetting the primary altogether. But I have no means of telling how long it is before the error is discover…
1898 · PDF PAGE 34
Behold, I stand above His head With feet made white with whitest fire, Above His forehead, that is red As blood with His Desire. I knew that Voice was more than God, And echo trembled for its trust : Sleep’s feet, like Death’s, with fire are shod, And Love is likest Lust. So I returned and sought her breast, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains ; I drank her kisses, and possessed Her pale maternal veins. I said : Drain hard my sudden breath, Be cruel for the vampire thrust ! Let Sleep’s desire be sweet as Death, And Love be clean as Lust ! I died ami…
1903 · PDF PAGE 27
25 Death to the sun ! Life to sin ! They reap who sow. Ho! ho! [4 boat drifts in, L. In it the aged Criospa, his white hair afloat in the storm, is standing with folded arms. His eyes are dull, as seeing inward,| Rupua. Ha! ha! "Tis the priest. Dost think O’ the feast? Criosda, shrink ! The rune is woe. Ho! Ho! Criospa. Mother of Sin ! Rupua. Ho! Ho! Criospa. Thus then at last the Luck of Maurya throws A double-six to lost Criosda. RupuHa. Ho! The Luck of Maurya! The power of the deed. Criospa. I find thee, mother, at last. Life’s final flash G…
1907 · PDF PAGE 58
…hing else whatever. If I enter thy laboratory, 0 Fellow of the Institute of Chemistry, who protestest that thou dost aspire to the Great White Brotherhood, and demand of thee, “ What are thou doing?” wilt thou reply, “I am extracting the enzymes from this ferment,” or rather, “I am aspiring to the Great White Brotherhood ”? And if that question puzzle thee, as well it may, seeing that either answer is in some sense or other a lie—then see to it, I say, that thou lie not to the Holy Ghost! Shakespeare is perhaps thought by some (may it be credit…
1898 · PDF PAGE 116
…a barrier beside ; My faith beyond heaven was grounded, as God to abide. Though death be the stain on our roses, The roses of heaven are white ; Though day on the world of us closes, The stars only dream of the night As of music that roars and reposes and dies in delight. 106
1902 · PDF PAGE 137
…ul to mountebank ! It was her wish, they whisper. Well-a-day ! He's gone, and not a friend have I again. This bank is soft with delicate white moss. No pillow better in broad Germany. Were Madeline but here ! What rustle stirs 135
1903 · PDF PAGE 68
….” Tempest. Last night—but the boy shrieked in’s sleep—then, there I had ended all ! Having ingressed the track That leads from green or white-crowned hours to black, The pleasant portals of the scorpion snare, First gleaming toils of an enchantress’ hair That afterward shall change their fervours slack To strong gripe of a devil-fish : go back ? The hand is put forth to the plough—beware ! I took my shrine down : at the night we lay Four hours debating between fear and sin : Whether our love went deeper than the skin, Or lower than the lips : …
1906 · PDF PAGE 74
…om whip, Weak joys sucked hard from leman’s lip, Ye are naught at all, are naught at all, in this! But brown Habiba’s fawn-wide gaze And white Zuleikha’s drowsy glance Woo me to waking unto day’s Delight from night’s unmeasured trance :— To drink, to dally, to desire, to dance. Ah! beautiful and firm your hips, Habib! ah! coolthsome your caress, Zuleikha! soft your honey lips— The tongue of pleasure subtly sips The wine that age distils, and calls distress. 66
1910 · PDF PAGE 167
…to endure thee ? Girded about the paps With a golden girdle of glory, Dost thou wait me, thy slave who am, As a wolf lurks for a strayed white lamb ? The chain of the stars snaps, And the deep of night is hoary ! Thou whose mouth is a flame With its seven-edged sword proceeding,
1912 · PDF PAGE 105
…. Disdain Curls the proud lip as he uplifts His vizor. ‘Come, an end! In vain, Sir Fox, thy thousand turns and shifts!” Sir Palamede was white with fear. Lord Christ! those features were his own; His own that voice so icy clear That cuts him, cuts him to the bone. “False knight! false knight!” the stranger cried. “ Thou bastard dog, Sir Palamede? Iam the good knight fain to ride Upon the Questing Beast at need. 99
1928 · PDF PAGE 134
…e mobile nostrils sniff up the unknown and the impossible, there breaks forth with ineffable grace the laughter of a great mouth red and white and delicious; as who should dream of the miracle of a su- perb flower blossoming on volcanic soil. There are women who fill one with desire to conquer them and to enjoy them, but she makes me wish to die by inches underneath her eyes.
1898 · PDF PAGE 50
…long sinuous hands And hate triumphant in blue-murderous eyes ! I nerve myself to spring upon and pierce With maddening fangs those firm white bosom towers, To tear those lithe voluptuous limbs apart And glut my ravening soul with vengeance. Heart Quickens as she draws near ; the scent of flowers Breathes round her damnéd presence. Shall she live To triumph with those tainted lips of song— She whispered “ Dearest, I have kept thee long ” I flung myself before her, “ Love, forgive ! ”
1899 · PDF PAGE 82
…d break into watling. The old men gradually understand, and fill the atr with incoherent lamentations. BehindJephthah the soldiers, with white lips, have assumed their military formation, and stand at atten- tion by a visible effort of self-control.
1903 · PDF PAGE 102
…e with dew to still All chance of fever to the soul, and fill My heart with pure love like a snowfall shed Meekly, a blossom where frail white and red Were never frenzied at some mad god’s will. She sat and gazed upon me all day long. Sometimes she held my hands ; then she would weep, And then stoop tenderly and kiss my lips, Or lull me with some chaste and gentle song Of angel love. Night’s plume its dewfall drips As she still sits and watches me to sleep. 82
1910 · PDF PAGE 300
…. Down with the Spirits! SIMPLEX. Behold again, Impatients, and decide: Two centres I saw, that were but one— A thick set of hair upon a white skull— A Spider patient (with my qualities), Slowly webbing the slightly soiled cavities— A lute, a rapturing lute aux sons clairs, (But Oh, He, Ho, for three weary years The lute hath no song!)— 282
1910 · PDF PAGE 300
…. Down with the Spirits! SIMPLEX. Behold again, Impatients, and decide: Two centres I saw, that were but one— A thick set of hair upon a white skull— A Spider patient (with my qualities), Slowly webbing the slightly soiled cavities— A lute, a rapturing lute aux sons clairs, (But Oh, He, Ho, for three weary years The lute hath no song!)— 282
1910 · PDF PAGE 178
…ms. Out of the glimmer and incense-reek Two clamorous colour-cries emerge. The frightful flush that stains her cheek Is the rouge of the White Scourge ; Her pallor is like a spectre sleek That dances to a dirge. Her slim transparent hand is wan As a moonstone, as blue ice !
1910 · PDF PAGE 72
… Stone — Hoo ! What shall I do to stop it ? It’s sin — sin — sin. I hate them. Oog ! I want them to go groaning Over imaginary ills With white eyes twisted up to Me, Where I sit and croak And snarl ! Ugh ! Faugh ! I’m Yaugh Waugh ! I’m Yaugh Waugh !