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Page 27 of 1031913 · PDF PAGE 72
…; No man hath noted in my brain The knowledge of my mystic spouse . I watch the centuries wax and wane. Poor , in the kingdom of strong gold , My power is swift and uncontrolled . Simple , amid the maze of lies ; A child , among the cruel old , I plot their stealthy destinies . So patient , in the breathless strife ; So silent , under scourge and knife ; So tranquil , in the surge of things ; I bring them , from the well of Life , Love , from celestial water - springs . From the shrill fountain - head of God I draw out water with the rod Made l…
1930 · PDF PAGE 109
…s of almost ail languages, hâve been raised from their physical meaning of wind, breath, or movement, to the spiritual plane. (RV is the old root meaning Yoni and hence Wheel (Fr. roue, Lat. rota, wheel) and the corresponding Semitic root means “to go”. Similarly spirit is connected with “spiral”. — Ed.) 17- Let the Zelator attach no crédit to any statements that may hâve been made throughout the course of this instruction, and reflect that even the counsel which we hâve given as suitable to the average case may be entirely unsuitable to his ow…
1904 · PDF PAGE 5
…ortals wither ; Moons fade where constellations shone ; Numberless aeons brought us hither ; Numberless aeons beckon us on. The world is old, and I am strong— Awake, awake, O Sword of Song ! Here, in the Dusk of Gods, I linger ; The world awaits a Word of Truth. Kindle, O lyre, beneath my finger ! Evoke the age’s awful youth ! To arms against the inveterate wrong ! Awake, awake, O Sword of Song ! Sand-founded reels the House of Faith ; Up screams the howl of runing sect ; Out from the shrine flits the lost Wraith ; “God hath forsaken His elect …
1910 · PDF PAGE 349
…d original kind. Some of his sea-pictures are quite fine. But the magic of style that renders Arthur Machen so marvellous is lack- ing. “Old as the World” is always interesting; it is never enthralling. “Old as the World” is much better than “Morag the Seal,” and there is a marked improvement in the style. V.B.N. BLACK Macic. By MARJORIE BOWEN. Alston Rivers. 6s. Marjorie Bowen knows nothing of the real magic, but she has learnt the tales spread by fools about sorcerers, and fostered by them as the best possible concealments of their truth. Of …
1910 · PDF PAGE 349
…d original kind. Some of his sea-pictures are quite fine. But the magic of style that renders Arthur Machen so marvellous is lack- ing. “Old as the World” is always interesting; it is never enthralling. “Old as the World” is much better than “Morag the Seal,” and there is a marked improvement in the style. V.B.N. BLACK Macic. By MARJORIE BOWEN. Alston Rivers. 6s. Marjorie Bowen knows nothing of the real magic, but she has learnt the tales spread by fools about sorcerers, and fostered by them as the best possible concealments of their truth. Of …
1902 · PDF PAGE 103
…gether sing (we hear) So sings the married life, a tuneful sphere. Husband is he, and she is very dear. How truly beautiful it is to see Old age in perfect unanimity. Affections smooth, and buzzing like a bee. The sun sets, in conjunction with the moon. Death comes at last, a pleasure and a boon, And they arrive in heaven very soon. \_Immense, spontaneous, uncontrollable applause sweeps like a whirlwind through the court. An Unknown Minstrel {breaking in unheralded). Tender the phrase, and faint the melody, When poets praise a maiden's purity ;…
1902 · PDF PAGE 113
…Chains the swift soul ; for even Death is bound. In its apparent amplitude I saw, I, who have slept through death, have surely found The old accursed law. And death has changed to life. This task alone Shoots to the starry throne : 1 1 1
1903 · PDF PAGE 34
…hat I am.” Perpend! (Hark back to Hamlet!) If You stand thus poised upon the cliff Freewill—I await that will; (One) laughter; (Two) the old kiss ; (Three) silence after. No? Then vacate the laboratory! Psychology must crown the event, And sociology content, Ethics suffice, the simple story! (Oh! that a woman ever went Through course of science, full and whole, Without the loss of beauty’s scent, And grace, and subtlety of soul. Ah God! this Law maketh hearts ache, “Who eateth shall not have his cake.”) 32
1907 · PDF PAGE 79
…ng to—your door. ALAIN, Ah! my door—a hospitable fancy of mine ! DENYS. I don’t understand. I did not wish... oh! ALAIN. My dear sir, we old gentlemen expect this reluctance from young bloods. [With bitter trony.] We bearit. But [flaming out] if the matter touches one’s honour—[r7ses and looks sternly at DENYS]. DENYS. Your honour ? [DENYS zs amazed out of all measure. ALAIN. We try to find some means of overcoming such modesty. DENYS. Is this Ovid or Horace? ALAIN, To business, then, if you will affect igno- rance. [Strikes gong; enter PRIEST,…
1913 · PDF PAGE 96
… On hills, where God is near to praise . Then answered I, “ Sweet Magdalen , God 's servant, once beloved of men , Why didst thou change old ways for new , Thy trailing red for corded blue , Roses for ivy on thy brow , That splendour for this barren vow ? ” Gentle of speech she answered me : " Sir , I was sick with revelry . True , I have scarred the night with sin, A pale and tawdry heroine ; But once I heard a voice that said ' Who lives in sin is like one dead , But follow : thy dark eyes shall see The towns of immortality !' "
1903 · PDF PAGE 45
Glittered enamelled sorceries. She was a piece of jewel work Sold by a Christian to a Turk. She had fed on air that day : the flowers About her curled, ambrosial bowers Of some divine perfume : the soul Of ether made her wise ; control Of strong distilled delight. She showered Wit and soft laughter and desire About her breasts in bliss embowered, And subtle and devouring fire Leapt in live sparks about her limbs. Her spirit shields me, and bedims My sight: she needs me: I need her. She is mine: she calls me: sob and stir Strange pulses of old p…
1911 · PDF PAGE 197
… One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary park Two ghosts evoke the past—oh hark l “Dost thou remember our old ecstasy? " “Why do you wish to remind me?" "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? " Seest than my soul in dreams, dear?” “ No." Ι5
1911 · PDF PAGE 197
… One scarce can hear the words they say. In the ancient frozen solitary park Two ghosts evoke the past—oh hark l “Dost thou remember our old ecstasy? " “Why do you wish to remind me?" "Does thy heart beat still at my name, and glow ? " Seest than my soul in dreams, dear?” “ No." Ι5
1898 · PDF PAGE 50
…t wisdom to awaiting ears. Thy voice shall carry it, thy words shall bear Full fruit to-day. Speak only, it is done. AHINOAM. I am grown old, and go not out to wars. But in the lusty days of youth my face Turned from the battle and pursuit and spoil Only to one face dearer than my soul, And my wife’s eyes were welcome more desired Than chains of roses, and the song of children, And swinging palm branches, and milk-white—elders. CHORUS. Fie on thy railing! But his wife is sick, And cannot leave the borders of her house.
1913 · PDF PAGE 192
…stand the year above Sudden the heats and the strivings fail And fall away , a fluctuant veil, And the fixed familiar stones restore The old appearance -buried core , The moveless and essential me, The eternal personality Alone enduring first and last ? No, this I have known in other ways, In other places, other days. Not only here , on this one peak , Do fixity and beauty speak Of the delusiveness of change Of the transparency of form , The bootless stress of minds that range , The awful calm behind the storm . In many places , many days , The…
1914 · PDF PAGE 20
CHICAGO MAY She went to a Levantine Jew. Her bright piastres hire His sordid service; to her stew Behold the wretch retire! A monster, after four or five Months, came ; aborted, but alive. ‘The eunuch of a childless Turk ‘Was bribed by the head wife— Oh, substituted wage for work I— To buy a baby life. ‘The best the mean slave could procure ‘Was this—thrown out on some manure. He took it to the harem, told The tale; it wheezed the sot Whose palsied eyes with rapture rolled At hearing he had got In his old age (his youth was wild ) A real live b…
1910 · PDF PAGE 130
… o th mist of the quiet wood is lifted to the seers gaze ; He burns athwart the murky maze beyond into be- atitude. A solemn rapture holds the faun : an holy joy sucks up the seer Within its rose-revolving sphere, the orient oval of the dawn. Lights graven old cartouche is sealed upon the for- est : groves are gray With filtered glamours of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth ; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 271
…dness as its mother, Remembering Who once caught me by the well; And the strange loves of that misshapen Other, The feast of blood, the cold enchanted dell, Where fire was filtered up through earth to smother Sick scents of hell. And that wild night when vine-leaves wooed and clustered Round my wild limbs, and like a woman I went Over the mountains—how the Northwind blustered !— And slew with them the beast, and was content. The madness :—Oh! the dreadful light that lustred The main event. Ay! the wild whirlings in the woodland reaches ; The gh…
1929 · PDF PAGE 148
the market-place, and no man hear it. At least he realized himself as a silly old man, whose weakness and pliability in the hands of evil men had made him their accomplice. And he saw that death, grasped now, might save him. Brother Onofrio still smiled. "I invoke the return of the current!" cried Vesquit aloud; and thus, uniting justice with self-sacrifice, he died the death of the righteous. The image of Brother Onofrio faded away. The great operation of necromancy had come to naught. Yet the writing remained; and, nearly a day later, when Ab…
1907 · PDF PAGE 29
… dripping from their mouths, and creatures partly wolves and partly men, everything changing one into the other. And we saw shadows like old, old, ugly women, creeping about on sticks, and all of a sudden they would fly up into the air, shrieking the funniest kind of songs, and then suddenly one would come down flop, and you saw she was really quite young and ever so lovely, and she would have nothing on, and as you looked at her she would crumble away like a biscuit. Then there was another passage which was really too secret Via r v. Hamus for a…