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Page 21 of 831996 · PDF PAGE 106
Chapter II A Verse 21 107 has so far uttered itself. Now then, let us suppose that some Soul, having penetrated thus far, should discover in its “Name” that it is a Son truly begotten by the Spirit of Being upon the Body of Form, and that it has power to understand itself and its Father, with all that such heirship implies. Suppose further that it be come to puberty, will it not be impelled to assert itself as its Father’s son? Will it not shake itself free from the Form that bore and nourished and trained it, and turn from its brothers and sis…
1899 · PDF PAGE 100
…h starry space, And, while the lilies sway their heads, to bend _ Her bow, to send A swift white arrow at some recreant star. The sea is far Dropped in the hollows of the swooning land. Oh! hold my hand! Lift up thy deep eyes to my face, and let Our lips forget The dumb dead hours before they met ‘together! The snowbright weather . Calls us beyond the grassy downs, to be Beside the sea, The slowly-breathing ocean of the south. Oh, make thy mouth
1910 · PDF PAGE 87
78 AMBERGRIS FROM THE ARGONAUTS The Harbour, Vera Cruz I hear the waters faint and far, And look to where the Polar Star, Half hidden in the haze, divides The double chanting of the tides ; But, where the harbours gloomy mouth Welcomes the stranger to the south, The water shakes, and all the sea Grows silver suddenly. As one who standing on the moon Sees the vast horns in silver hewn, Himself in darkness, and beholds How silently all space unfolds Into her shapeless breast the spark And sacred phantom of the dark ; So in the harbour-horns I st…
1907 · PDF PAGE 87
… like a good comrade? No! you get round my neck like a lover! Oh! was ever gallant VOL. III. in such a scrape before? But dawn cannot be far off: I shall—swing myself lightly out of it. BLANCHE, [ Sobbing. } Denys ! Monsieur Denys! Monsieur DENYS. She has my name pat enough. O poor little girl! If only I didn’t love her, with what a good will would I marry her. The nearer one comes to it, the clearer one sees that death is a dark and dusty corner, where a man lies hidden and forgotten till the archangel’s — broom. I have few friends now : once …
1905 · PDF PAGE 147
…ps, But winged against the black eclipse Of sense: my soul on wings did poise Her glory in the vast turquoise Of the whole sky: expanded far Beyond the farthest sun or star, Beyond all space, all time. I saw 148
1928 · PDF PAGE 152
…ste- rious woman to whom he owes so many pleas- ures, so many sorrows, and perhaps also a great part of his genius. Several balls struck far from the bulls-eye; one of them even buried itself in the ceiling. And as the charming creature laughed wildly, in mockery of her husbands bad shooting, he turned sharply towards her and said, You see that doll down there on the right with its nose in the air and so haughty an expression? Well, my dear angel, I imagine to myself that it is you, and he shut his eyes and pulled the trigger. The doll was…
1929 · PDF PAGE 213
…osely akin to those of Greece. In philosophy I was a realist of the Cabbalistic school. In 1900 I left England for Mexico, and later the Far East, Ceylon, India, Burma, Baltistan, Egypt and France. It is idle there to detail the corresponding progress of my thought; and passing through a stage of Hinduism, I had discarded all deities as unimportant, and in philosophy was an uncompromising nominalist. I had arrived at what I may describe as the position of an orthodox Buddhist; but with the following reservations. 1. I cannot deny that certain p…
1929 · PDF PAGE 154
molecule being about the size of a golf-ball, or a little more. However, the point involved is a simpler one, so far as our argument is concerned; it is this — that there is no question of "illusion" about any of these things. Electrons are quite as elusive as ghosts; we are only aware of them as the conclusion to a colossal sorites. The evidence for ghosts is as strong as that for any other phenomenon in nature; and the only argument, for a horse-laugh is not argument, which has been adduced against their existence is that you cannot catch the…
1905 · PDF PAGE 80
…reme grey head Watching the groves : single the foaming amber floods, And O ! most lone The melancholy mountain shrine and throne, While far above all things God sits, the ultimate alone ! III I sate upon the mossy promontory Where the cascade cleft not his mother rock, But swept in whirlwind lightning foam and glory, Vast circling with unwearying luminous shock To lure and lock
1905 · PDF PAGE 149
While the bright sounds are lifted up to spring Beyond this tide of being, Shadows and sense far fleeing Into a shadow deeper than the Ocean When passes all the mind’s commotion To a serener sky, a mighty calm emotion ! - The whole world fades, folds over its wide pinions Into a darkness deeper than its own. Silence hath shattered all the dream-dominions Of life and light: the grey bird’s soul is flown Into a soundless night, Lampless: a vivid flight Beyond the thrones and stars of heaven down hurled, Till the great blackness heaves An iron bre…
1913 · PDF PAGE 139
H . O. Meredith . When the deep vault of heaven opened far Reaches of space from star to star , And I had flung my sight Beyond all barrier of the azure haze , The garment of the days , Which the sun weaves of shattered light and air The sun deceives , Darkness alone all secrets doth declare . Not when the heart is glad and swells with loud Paean of youth , Or triumph of maturer years , Can it draw near to knowledge . Tears And sorrow , sorrow , are the soul of truth . Not because all is sadness Inevitably : the joys that do obscure Are no less…
1899 · PDF PAGE 105
… the day Ring out the tocsin for our flight! My ship Is keen to dip Her plunging forehead in the silvering sea. To-morrow we Shall be so far away, and then to-morrow Shall shake off sorrow, And be to-morrow and not change for ever : No dawn shall sever The sleepy eyelids of the night, no eve Shall fall and cleave - The blue deep eyes of day. Your hand, my queen! Look down and lean Your whole weight on me, then leap out, as light As swallow’s flight, And race across the shadows of the moon, And keep the tune With ringing hoofs across the fiery w…
1905 · PDF PAGE 84
…I invoke ye, O years, in my evening orison. THE YEARS Crowned with Eternity, beyond beginning; Sandalled with wings, Eternity’s; the end Far beyond sight of striving soul or sinning; Ourselves see not, nor know, nor comprehend. Reeling from chaos, unto Chronos winning, Devoured of Him our Father and our friend, This is our life, lead winged or footed golden : We pass, and each of other is unbeholden. Ranged in dim spectral order and procession, We span man’s thought, we limit him in time ; None of the souls of earth have had possession Of large…
1910 · PDF PAGE 83
…ven nor the walls Of Allah’s house to love be bond or bar.2 Nor shall the Thee make mischief with the Me, The Near be interrupted by the Far.3 See, how the roses bloom ! How shine the pearls ! The tulip-buds, how beautiful they are !4 While in the deep and dark, thy podex gives The fragrance of some porcelain jasmine-jar.5 Our canopy is night ; our fan the wind ; Our bed some mountain’s amethystine spar. Thine arms close tighter ; drain the cup of love (Which is the cup of death) with El Qahar !
1914 · PDF PAGE 6
…rue self is to all life immune As is the sun's self to the moon, ‘Yet this, that is not love, corrodes ‘That self, or clouds it. Lead me far From earth to the unmoved abodes ‘That lie beyond the utmost star! Ah, no! the martyr asks his Lord For martyrdom as his reward. Give me my pain, and let me keep My love! T have no fear to lose My hate: While now she lies asleep, T have one moment's power to choose. I choose the cross. My love shall gain ‘The price of all my Judas-pain. Il Pure hate is like pure love, a calm, a flow Of the pure spirit in a…
1905 · PDF PAGE 19
…d every tune evokes its musical Lord ; And every rhyme tingles and shakes in me The filaments of the great web of Love. O Rose all roses far above In the garden of Gods roses, Sorrowless, thornless, passionate Rose, that lies Full in the flood of its own sympathies And makes my life one tune that curls and closes On its own self delight ; A circle, never a line ! Safe from all wind, Secure in its own pleasure-house confined, Sure lord of its own rapture, deaf and blind To aught but its own mastery of song
1928 · PDF PAGE 64
… accept; it will seem too good to be true; then their hands will fasten lively on the present, and they will dash off as cats do, who go far away to eat the morsel you have given them, having learned to distrust man. On a road, behind the pale of a large gar- den, at the end of which shone the whiteness of a pretty house bathing in the sun, was a
1907 · PDF PAGE 144
…ce is rolled over the steep, As the echo of my booming Some godhead whose glory would bind us, To the furthest star is hurled. Reflected far-off on the deep. Now I hear the lunar clashing We hear the low chant that may blind us, That evokes me from the tide, The song from the ultimate shore. Now I rise, my fury lashing, We come that our lover may find us Rolling where the banks divide— His bride as he found us before. I obey thee, I am with thee, Lord of Light- | We listen, and love; and his voice is the ning, lotus-eyed ! voice of the God we a…
1907 · PDF PAGE 24
…nassian founts, A thousand garters heralded Thy flawless solitary star : A million garters shall bestead The poet’s turn, when, lone and far, All are dismissed: Some man, low brute, Cry ‘‘ Shame, O star that would not shoot, And yet went out!” But I, my dear, (Good-bye!) get neither shriek nor groan: Kiss, curse, cat’s hiss, I shall not hear, My dear, for I shall be alone. III. What change of language! Ah, my dear, The reason is not far to seek. You know of old how oft I veer From French to Zend, from Jap to Greek. Teste der titre polyglot Del …
1904 · PDF PAGE 95
…much prefer — that is, mere I — Solitude to Society. And that is why I sit and spoil So much clean paper with such toil By Kandy Lake in far Ceylon. I have my old pyjamas on : I shake my soles from Britain’s dust : I shall not go there till I must ; And when I must — ah, you suppose Even I must ! — I hold my nose. Farewell, you filthy-minded people ! I know a stable from a steeple. Farewell, my decent-minded friends ! I know arc lights from candle-ends.