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… a retirement? One would expect that a man who so acted would find himself on his return out of touch with his civilization, and in every way less capable than when he left. . But each claims, though in different language, to have gained in his absence some superhuman power. . Do you believe this? It becomes us ill to reject the assertions of those who are admit» 90
…at I am, the flame Hidden in the sacred ark. I am the unspoken name, I the unbegotten spark. Iam He that ever goeth, Being in myself the Way; Known, that yet no mortal knoweth, Shewn, that yet no mortal sheweth, I, the child of night and day. I am never-dying youth. Iam Love, and I am Truth. I am the creating Word, I the author of the zon ; None but I have ever heard Echo in the empyrean Plectron of the primal pzean! I am the eternal one Winged and white, the flowering rod, I the fountain of the sun, Very God of very God! Iam he that lifteth up…
…at I am, the flame Hidden in the sacred ark. I am the unspoken name, I the unbegotten spark. Iam He that ever goeth, Being in myself the Way; Known, that yet no mortal knoweth, Shewn, that yet no mortal sheweth, I, the child of night and day. I am never-dying youth. Iam Love, and I am Truth. I am the creating Word, I the author of the zon ; None but I have ever heard Echo in the empyrean Plectron of the primal pzean! I am the eternal one Winged and white, the flowering rod, I the fountain of the sun, Very God of very God! Iam he that lifteth up…
…hts ! But stay ! Suppose it came not ? It must be with God !— Then this dull house of gold and iron and clay Is happy also— 'tis an easy way ! 24
… fit to make To thee. The weak beats down the strong; The fool’s cap shames the helm. But thou! I know thee for the shade that haunts My way, sets shame upon my brow, My purpose dims, my courage daunts. Then, since the thinker must be dumb, At least the knight may knightly act: The wisest monk in Christendom May have his skull broke by a fact.” With that, as a snake strikes, his sword Leapt burning to the burning blue; And fell, one swift, assured award, Stabbing that hunchback through and through.
HYMN TO PAN edppue? ture mepuapyips 8 dvewrduay ti ty wav av 3 may way édumdayere, KvAAavias XLovoKToou merpalas dd Seipddos pdvy6’, & Gctsv xopordi bvat Sorx. 4j. THRILL with lissome lust of the light, Oman! My man! Come careering out of the night Of Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea From Sicily and from Arcady! Roaming as Bacchus, with fawns and pards And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards, On a milk-white ass, come over the sea To me, to me, Come with Apollo in bridal dress (Shepherdess and pythoness) Come with Artemis, silken sho…
… Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or to still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; and its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. There is a secret door that I shall make to establish thy way in all the quarters (there are the adorations, as thou hast written) as it is said: The Light is mine ; its rays consume Me: I have …
…the evolutionary and natural view. Of what use is it to perpetuate the misery of tuberculosis, and such diseases, as we now do? Nature’s way is to weed out the weak. This is the most merciful way, too. At present all the strong are being damaged, and their progress hindered by the dead weight of the weak limbs and the missing limbs, the diseased limbs and the atrophied limbs. The Christians to the Lions! Our humanitarianism, which is the syphilis of the mind, acts on the basis of the lie that the King must die. The King is beyond death; it is m…
…ng to train sheep to hunt foxes or lecture on history; we look after their physical well being, and enjoy their wool and mutton. In this way we shall have a con tented class of slaves who will accept the conditions of existence as they really are, and enjoy life with the quiet wisdom of cattle. It is our duty to see to it that this class of people lack for nothing. The patriarchal system is better for all classes than any other; the objections to it come from the abuses of it. But bad masters have been artificially created by exactly the same …
… cares ; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, - In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death ; Tears divide our labouring breath That our sister—O our sister ! Moon and sun and stars have kissed her She must touch the lips of death, Touch the lips whose coldness saith : Thou art clay. Let us fare away, away To the ice whose ocean gray Tumbles on the beach of rock, Where the wheeling vultures mock Our distress with horrid cries, Where the flower relenting dies, And the sun is sharp to slay…
… Read thou my name, the soaring soul That seeks the supreme, sunless goal! And thou, great Sekhet, roar! Arise, Confront the lion in the way! Thy calm indomitable eyes Lift once, and look, and pierce, and slay! Iam past. Hail, Hecate! Untrod Thy steep ascent to God, to God! Lo! what unnamed, unnameable Sphere hangs above inscrutable? There is no virtue in thy kiss To affront that soulless swart abyss. I match, &c. 328
… Read thou my name, the soaring soul That seeks the supreme, sunless goal! And thou, great Sekhet, roar! Arise, Confront the lion in the way! Thy calm indomitable eyes Lift once, and look, and pierce, and slay! Iam past. Hail, Hecate! Untrod Thy steep ascent to God, to God! Lo! what unnamed, unnameable Sphere hangs above inscrutable? There is no virtue in thy kiss To affront that soulless swart abyss. I match, &c. 328
…spute the scaur: All’s one intolerable grey. Black Ilyns, grey rocks, white hills of snow! No flower, no colour: life is not. This is no way for men to go From Severn-mouth to Camelot. Despair, the world upon his speed, Drive (like a lion from his den Whom hunger hunts) the man at need, Sir Palamede the Saracen.
…spute the scaur: All’s one intolerable grey. Black Ilyns, grey rocks, white hills of snow! No flower, no colour: life is not. This is no way for men to go From Severn-mouth to Camelot. Despair, the world upon his speed, Drive (like a lion from his den Whom hunger hunts) the man at need, Sir Palamede the Saracen.
… rigidity of law; others would make it of Acacia, for Acacia is the symbol of resurrection. The Altar is a double cube, which is a rough way of symbolizing the Great Work; for the doubling of the cube, Hke the squaring of the circle, was one of the great problems of antiquity. The surface of this Altar is composed of ten squares. The top is Kether, and the ' It represents the extension of Will. Will is the Dyad (see section on the Wand) ; 2x2 = 4. So the altar is foursquare, and also its ten squares show 4. 10 = i + 2 + 3 + 4- 21
…nds at play, None may look through the silver-gray Moonlit haunts, where the sea-gull screeches, And the nightingale chants the woodland way. None may see where the leaves are parted, Where the nymph and the satyr hide, Where the lips of the tender-hearted Melt for languor and pout for pride, Where the birds of the night abide, Where the songs of the wood are started Under the moon on the green hill-side. Maidens white as the doves that hover Coyly hide on the woodland steep, Maids that the leaves of the beeches cover Laugh and chide and sigh a…
THE EQUINOX III She passes by, she passes still The secret ways of earth ; She kissed Will Blake beneath the hill, Robbed Shelley’s heart of mirth. But I have stopped with love her lips, And as into my arms she slips, I clip her close, and take my fill Of joy to make new birth. IV Oh, holloa! holloa! the hills among, And holloa! down the dale : I bear a golden lyre full-strung With heart-strings bright and pale. I’ve lilies from the fountain-head, And purple flags and roses red, And all the songs of Pan have flung Their fragrance in my tale. Vv…
THE EQUINOX III She passes by, she passes still The secret ways of earth ; She kissed Will Blake beneath the hill, Robbed Shelley’s heart of mirth. But I have stopped with love her lips, And as into my arms she slips, I clip her close, and take my fill Of joy to make new birth. IV Oh, holloa! holloa! the hills among, And holloa! down the dale : I bear a golden lyre full-strung With heart-strings bright and pale. I’ve lilies from the fountain-head, And purple flags and roses red, And all the songs of Pan have flung Their fragrance in my tale. Vv…
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Though one by one the heroes fall, Their desperate way they slowly win, And knightly cry and comrade-call Rise high above the savage din. Now, now they land, a dwindling crew ; Now, now fresh armies hem them round. They cleave their blood-bought avenue, And cluster on the upper ground. Ah! but dawn’s dreadful front uprears ! The tall towers blaze, to illume the fight; While many a myriad heathen spears March northward at the earliest light. Falls thy last comrade at thy feet, O lordly-souled Sir Palamede? Teari…
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Though one by one the heroes fall, Their desperate way they slowly win, And knightly cry and comrade-call Rise high above the savage din. Now, now they land, a dwindling crew ; Now, now fresh armies hem them round. They cleave their blood-bought avenue, And cluster on the upper ground. Ah! but dawn’s dreadful front uprears ! The tall towers blaze, to illume the fight; While many a myriad heathen spears March northward at the earliest light. Falls thy last comrade at thy feet, O lordly-souled Sir Palamede? Teari…