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Page 32 of 1291944 · PDF PAGE 98
… become mysterious and terrible. Panic suggested that Christian children were stolen, sacrificed, and eaten. The belief persists to this day. In every symbol of this card there is the allusion to the highest things and most remote. Even the horns of the goat are spiral, to represent the movement of the all‐pervading energy. Zoroaster defines God as “having a spiral force”. Compare the more recent, if less profound, writings of Einstein1. 1Compare Saturn, at one end of the Seven Sacred Wanderers, with the Moon at the other: the aged man and the …
1899 · PDF PAGE 93
…ccordance with tradition. Great captains were always great priests, in the secret Qabalistical sense. The priests themselves, then as to-day, were foolish old men trained to bolster up the externals of religion. The real rulers, then as to-day, were not, officially, priests ; the sceptre was wielded by those who, swathed in thick darkness, and enthroned on their own thunderclouds, looked with the eye of gods upon this earth, and carried out the designs of God with tranquil power. I have depicted such a Servant of God stepping down from his thro…
1922 · PDF PAGE 352
…is eye compelled me. I wrote the word, and broke out as I did so into a spasm of internal fury. I re- collected a story from my hospital days, of a man who had committed suicide when it was proved to him that he couldn't move his upper jaw. Meanwhile Lamus was looking at my average. I had got down to less than two doses daily. But the rest of the twenty-four hours was spent in waiting for the time when I could indulge. I knew that Lou was ahead of me. She had gone on what Basil called his third class. She was taking one dose a day; but every da…
1904 · PDF PAGE 62
…l stone. On the other hand I will assuredly cut it off if you do not so remove it, and that bloody quick ! I dont want to wait here all day : Ive a button-hole at home that needs my nosegay. Not so frigging fast, mister, if you please ! I retorted : there are two sides to every argument. Cut it off, if you can ! He instantly raised his sword, and directed a furious blow at the root of my aspersing-tool. The weapon broke. No ! I am not boasting of the hardness of my tenant-in-tail : I would recall to your memory the scientific fact (see the re…
1907 · PDF PAGE 82
…se of training by which she shall comprehend the holiness of sex. Chastity forms part of that training, and I should hope to see her one day a happy wife and mother. To the prude equally I prescribe a course of training by which she shall comprehend the holiness of sex. Unchastity forms part of that training, and I should hope to see her one day a happy wife and mother. “To the bigot I commend a course of Thomas Henry Huxley; to the infidel a practical study of ceremonial magic. Then, when the
1898 · PDF PAGE 116
…e ; 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
1898 · PDF PAGE 40
…lt dry sea ! ’ “ I will not aid thee in thine age, Nor heed thee in thy piteous strait ; Live thou in thine own empty cage, Forged every day that thou didst wait Too long, too late ! “ Shall I turn back the seasons past, Recall sun’s shine and cloudlet’s fleece,
1902 · PDF PAGE 137
… Good luck, old friend ! " and, smiling, he was gone. Gone to the Pope —Great soul 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 89
THE THIRTIETH DAY “ For god’s sake, lords, convey my tristful Queen, For tears do stop the floodgates of her eyes.” King Henry IV. Bitter reproaches passed between us twain, Hers real, mine with sneering logic sewn Proving my trespass hardly half her own, Its cause ; I proved her how she made me fain And left me mad, and led through joy and pain To that unthinkable thing : I might atone No whit in this way : then that stubborn stone My heart grew tears : we were good friends again. Therefore at night I added nothing new : Only a little while I …
1906 · PDF PAGE 60
…eloved of the Gods and the Djinn. We saw the moon shudder and sink In a furnace of tremulous blue; We stood on the mystical brink Of the day as it sprang to us through The veil of the night, And the babe of the light Was begotten in the caves of the dew. My lover and I were awake When the noise of the dawn in our ears Burst out like a storm or a snake Or the rush of the Badawi spears. Dawn of desire! But thy kiss was as fire To thy lovers and princes and peers. 52
1906 · PDF PAGE 74
…re 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 391
…v Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 391
…v Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns th…
1954 · PDF PAGE 380
…Inn jabbered and gesticulated among themselves for about half an hour before they produced our receipt, and bade us Hasta la vista! Next day, the same thing, rather worse. The day after, worse still; and we saw that they were disputing about the coins that we had handed over. Finally, about 20 miles from Madrid, they wouldn't take our money at all! Instead, they pointed out that we were English gentlemen, and they would be eternally honoured and grateful if we would send the money from Madrid! On arrival at that city, we noticed long queues of …
1903 · PDF PAGE 93
THE THIRTY-THIRD DAY “ Clubs, clubs ! These lovers will not keep the peace.” Titus Andronicus. Nathless she locked her cabin-door to me. All lovers guess the piteous night I passed— Shuddering phantoms, hideous and aghast, Loomed, lust of hate ! toward me : how did she ? She never told : but I might surely see In the drawn face and haggard eyes what vast Voices of misery had held her fast, And made her curse her own lock’s cruelty. So by her beauty and my love we swore, And by the light within mine eyes, by her Sweet shame : that never so we su…
1909 · PDF PAGE 6
…A ALEXANDRA I. The sixty summers that have rolled away Since first thy fame by bard and sage was sung Leave thee to England and to us to-day Still fair and young. II. I saw thee limned in all the robes and pearls, Diamonds and ermine that proclaim thee queen : Thou wast (or I know nothing about girls) Barely eighteen.2 . . . . . . VII. Thy royal Edwards undivided love Hath been thy lifelong privilege, tis true ! Still, is he not, though us so far above, Our Edward too ? . . . . . . XII. Why did the heathen Hindoos loyal roar Acclaim that dre…
1910 · PDF PAGE 454
…s the blackness of the sky; Wide is the sweep of the cold plain Where good Sir Palamede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor …
1910 · PDF PAGE 454
…s the blackness of the sky; Wide is the sweep of the cold plain Where good Sir Palamede doth lie, Keen on the Beast-slot once again. All day he rode; all night he lay With eyes wide open to the stars, Seeking in many a secret way The key to unlock his prison bars. Beneath him, hark! the marvel sounds! The Beast that questeth horribly. As if a thirty couple hounds Are in his belly questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor …
1922 · PDF PAGE 321
…s salute. A man in that country could earn double wages if he could do without sleep, for they work much the same by night as they do by day.’ ‘That was written three thousand years ago, and even the name of the woman who wrote that poem, albeit it is one of the most famous poems in the world, is lost. But there are the shepherds saluting each other to-day as they did then. MANTA PEI said Heracleitus, ‘all things flow.’ And everything that tries to escape that law, that relies on its strength, that becomes nigid, that endeavours to calla halt, …
1899 · PDF PAGE 99
… thine head ! For night is here, a dragon, to devour The slow sweet hour Filled with all smoke of incense, and the praise More loud than day’s That swings its barren censer in the sky, And asks to die > Because the sea will hear no hollow moan Beyond its own, Because the sea that kissed dead Sappho sings Of strange dark things— Shapes of bright breasts that purple as the sun Grows dark and dun, Of pallid lips more haggard for the kiss Of Salmacis, 77