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Page 21 of 1281907 · PDF PAGE 165
…e Despair in purposeless caresses, dire Shames fang-wise fastened of the eternal snake. Is there no warmth where beauty isso bright ? No soul still flickering in the lambent light Still shed from all the body’s excellence? No lamp unchidden of the utter night? Cannot my life be molten into thee, Or thy death fall with rosier arms on me, Or soul with soul commingle without sense, As the sun’s rays strike deep into the sea? O beauty of all teauty—central flower Of all the blossoms in the summer’s bower ! Fades not all Nature in thy fall? the sun …
1911 · PDF PAGE 35
AMPHORA O bring us swiftly to the waters Of peace ; our souls in joyance bring, As we adore, Thy sons and daughters, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Thy seven sacraments deliver That so Thy sorrows may not sting ! O lead us upward to the river Of our anointed King ! With these desires my life be laden ! These two adore, my soul ! and sing ! Mary, Thou mildest mother-maiden, Thy SON, the Holy King ! Amen. 28
1912 · PDF PAGE 104
62 THE EQUINOX Infinity—yet you and I have met. Eternity—yet hand in hand we run. All odds that I should lose you or forget, But, soul and spirit and body, we are one. Is this the child of Chance, or Law, or Will? Is None or All or One to thank for this ? It will not matter if thanksgiving fill The endless empyrean with a kiss. ALEISTER CRO\VLEY,
1912 · PDF PAGE 104
62 THE EQUINOX Infinity—yet you and I have met. Eternity—yet hand in hand we run. All odds that I should lose you or forget, But, soul and spirit and body, we are one. Is this the child of Chance, or Law, or Will? Is None or All or One to thank for this ? It will not matter if thanksgiving fill The endless empyrean with a kiss. ALEISTER CRO\VLEY,
1907 · PDF PAGE 181
…t Of the glorious one, Whose steed is the Sun, Whose journey is certain, Who speeds to the gate, The visible curtain Of visible fate. My soul takes no hurt in Their gloom: I await The portals to rise In the desolate skies, I trust to my song Irresistibly strong To sunder and shatter Those towers of matter. They rise! Oh! They rise, The terrible towers Of Hades: they lift Across the white skies Those terrible-cliffed Rocks, where the hours Beat vainly : where lies The horrible rift Of the earth’s green bowers Where the wan ships drift, And the s…
1903 · PDF PAGE 6
… and crushed it, have not officially admitted the precisely similar conclusion with regard to man, and denied the existence of the human soul as distinct from the divine soul. Trismegistus, Iamblicus, Porphyry, Boehme, and the mystics generally haye of course substantially done so, though occasionally with rather inexplicable reservations, similar to those made in some cases by the Vedantists themselves. Man then being disproved, God the Person disappears for ever, and becomes Atman, Pleroma, Ain Soph, what mame you will, infinite in all direct…
1913 · PDF PAGE 56
…o one slow sigh ; the strokes of many twelves From unseen spires mechanically chime, Mingling like echoes , to frustrate themselves ; My soul, remember Time. The tones like smoke into the stillness curl, The slippered hours their placid business ply , And in thy hand there lies occasion 's pearl ; But thou art playing with it absently , And dreaming , like a girl.
1907 · PDF PAGE 145
…rne skyward in swoon By arrowy hours, Girt round of the:moon And the girdling flowers, The-sun for a boon, Sweet, kisses 'of showers, My soul is caught up In thy green-hearted waves. I drink at the cup Of thy sweet valley graves. My spirit may sup Slow tunes in thy caves. O hide me, thy child, in thy bosom, that the heart in me yearns to and craves. Most virginally sprung In the shadow of light, Eternally young, A magical sight, Wandering among Day, twilight, and night, As a bride in her chamber that dreams many visions of varied delight. O how…
1910 · PDF PAGE 310
…ing enough. ‘It is the wounded earthworm cursing the harrow; the snipe blaspheming the lark. Shelley was a fine, pure, healthy man whose soul was habitually one with the Infinite Universe; Thompson was a wretch whose body was poisoned by drugs, whose mind by superstition. Francis Thompson was so much in love with his miserable self that he could not bear the thought of its extinction; Shelley was glad to die if thereby one rose could bloom the redder. This essay is disgusting; we were all trying to forget Francis Thompson, to remember his songs…
1910 · PDF PAGE 310
…ing enough. ‘It is the wounded earthworm cursing the harrow; the snipe blaspheming the lark. Shelley was a fine, pure, healthy man whose soul was habitually one with the Infinite Universe; Thompson was a wretch whose body was poisoned by drugs, whose mind by superstition. Francis Thompson was so much in love with his miserable self that he could not bear the thought of its extinction; Shelley was glad to die if thereby one rose could bloom the redder. This essay is disgusting; we were all trying to forget Francis Thompson, to remember his songs…
1910 · PDF PAGE 47
…ed his spots ; for in me leapt The mate, the tiger. Murderous I sprang Across the mellow earth : my senses swept, One torrent flame, one soul-dissolving pang. How queenly bent her body to the grip ! How lithe it slips, her bosom to my own ! The throat leans back, to tantalise the lip : The sudden shame of her is over thrown ! O maiden of the spirit of the wheat, One ripening sunbeam thrills thee to the soul, Electric from red mane to amber feet ! The blue skies focus, as a burning bowl, The restless passion of the universe Into our mutual ange…
1908 · PDF PAGE 10
AMPHORA I HE worlds were drunken as with wine When, shimmering from the throne divine, The soul of Mary fixed its ray Within the meek and maiden clay. The stars in mightier music rolled ; The sun achieved a gladder gold ; The moon less pure acclaimed the morn ; —Mary immaculate is born. Rejoice, O children of the earth, At your salvation brought to birth ! This is the perfect period. Mary is born that shall bear GOD. Amen. T 3
1929 · PDF PAGE 222
… process of growth and diverted the national trend from unity. A nation lives by its architecture; when it comes to consciousness of its soul, it feels that it has to build a house for that soul to life in. Such buildings must be utterly useless; the soul will not live in a Woolworth Building --- that is inhabited by the unclean spirit whose name is Legion, and that is the evidence that America, with all its material prosperity, has no soul. Nor is a man rich while he confines his purchases to things which are useful. The love of my wife had ma…
1909 · PDF PAGE 140
…1.25. The exquisite beauty of the women in the Restaurant 1127 1.30 3.17 11.15 138 . what John St. John would have called old hagsl . My soul is singing. . . my soul is singing! . It matters nothing what I do . . . everything goes infinitely, incredibly right ! “The Lord Adonai is about me as a Thunderbolt and as a Pylon and as a Serpent and as a Phallus.” . . . » Have had a long talk on Art with B . " The master considers himself always a student.” So, therefore, whatever one may have attained, in this as in Art, there is always so much more po…
1907 · PDF PAGE 145
…ead stare to the skies . I came to her , she was not cold , But burning with old infamies . On her incestuous mouth I fell , And lost my soul for Jezebel . They cast her forth on Naboth's field Still living , in her harlot's dress ; Her belly stript , her thighs concealed , For shame's sake and for love's no less . Night falls ; the gaping crowds abide No longer by her stiffening side . “ Ah ! prophet , come to mock at me And gloat on mine exceeding pain ?" Nay but to give my soul to thee , And have thee spit at me again !” She smiled - I know …
1961 · PDF PAGE 121
… eagerly in the Passion that thus mightily consumeth me. Yet in myself I know not at all That which con- straineth me, and enkindleth my Soul in Ekstacy. There is Silence in my Soul, and the Fear round about me, as I were Syrinx in the Night of the Forest. This is a great Mystery that I endure, a Mystery too great for the mortal Part of me. For but now, when I cried out upon the Name Olun }wlo, which is the secret Name of my Lady that hath come to me most strangely! then I was rapt away altogether subtly yet fiercely into a Trance that hath…
1908 · PDF PAGE 14
AMPHORA V HE shadows fall about the way ; Strange faces glimmer in the gloom ; The soul clings feebly to the clay. For that, the void ; for this, the tomb ! But Mary sheds a blessed light ; Her perfect face dispels the fears. She charms Her melancholy knight Up to the glad and gracious spheres. O Mary, like a pure perfume Do thou receive this failing breath, And with Thy starry lamp illume The darkling corridors of death ! Amen. T 7
1911 · PDF PAGE 10
AMPHORA I HE worlds were drunken as with wine When, shimmering from the throne divine, The soul of Mary fixed its ray Within the meek and maiden clay. The stars in mightier music rolled ; The sun achieved a gladder gold ; The moon less pure acclaimed the morn ; —Mary immaculate is born. Rejoice, O children of the earth, At your salvation brought to birth ! This is the perfect period. Mary is born that shall bear GOD. Amen. T 3
1947 · PDF PAGE 5
…he marble mount, The dimpled dawn of the amber fount ! Dip the purple of passionate prayer In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare, The soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantoness weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that is spirit and soul And body and brain -come over the sea, (Io Pan ! Io Pan !) Devil or god, to me, to me, My man ! my man ! Come with trumpets sounding shrill Over the hill ! Come with drums low muttering From the spring ! Come with flute and come with pipe ! Am I not ripe ? I, …
1961 · PDF PAGE 204
…on of me concerning Death, and this is my Opinion, of which I say not: this is the Truth. First in the Temple called Man is the God, his Soul, or Star, individual and eternal, but also inherent in the Body of Our Lady Nuith. Now this Soul, as an Officer in the High Mass of he Cosmos, taketh on the Vesture of his Office, that is, inhabiteth a Tabernacle of Illusion, a Body and Mind. And his Tabernacle is Subject to the Law of Change, for it is complex, and diffuse reacting to every Stimulus or Impression. If then the mind be attached constantly …