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Page 34 of 1141928 · PDF PAGE 148
… with the lightest and most careless air in the world. She retained me long enough in ecstasy; she had a soft, dreamy, English, romantic way of saying, I am hungry. And she repeated these words day and night, showing the prettiest teeth in the world, which would have softened and enli- vened you at the same time. I might have made my fortune by showing her at fairs as the Polyphagous Wonder. I fed her well, and yet she left me. For a provision merchant, no doubt? Something of the sortan officer of commissariat, who, by some wizardry, w…
1944 · PDF PAGE 186
…It is an ideal Will, independent of any given object. “For pure will, unassuaged of purpose, delivered from the lust of result, is every way perfect.” AL. 1. 44. The background of this card shows the power of the planet Mars in his own sign Aries, the first of the Signs. It there represents Energy initiating a Current of Force. The pictorial representation is two Dorjes crossed. The Dorje is the Tibetan symbol of the thunderbolt, the emblem of celestial Power, but more in its destructive than its creative form. More, that is, in its earlier rat…
1961 · PDF PAGE 94
…Sun ariseth not and entereth to strike upon the High Altar of the Minster by the Great Western Gates, but by the Rose Oriel doth he make Way and Progress in His Pageant. O my Son, the Doors of Silver are wide open, and they tempt thee with their Beauty: but by the narrow Portal of Pure Gold shalt thou come nobly to thy Sanctuary. Behold! Thou knowest not how perfect is this Magick; it is the dearest-bought and holiest of our Arcana. What then is like unto my Love toward Thee, that bestoweth upon thee this Treasure of my Wisdom? My Son, neglect …
1929 · PDF PAGE 250
…all, it was to play little practical jokes. They were the outcome of my happiness. I put up a signboard in a field across the road: This way to the Kooloomooloomavlock (does not bite), in the hope that the wayfarer might amuse my by going to look for it. As a matter of fact, this animal created the greatest terror in the neighbourhood, the more so that it remained invisible. After my departure in 1905, the hotel {415} keeper of Foyers determined to abate the nuisance and took his gun and tried to stalk it. He was observed from the hill by my gh…
1905 · PDF PAGE 265
258 TANNHAUSER We are not so feeble /—But death anyhow Cuts and not loosens the entangled life. Be mine the harder and the better way, The single chance: not hope; appeal no more $ Hardly the arrowy wisdom of despair ; Hardly the cowardice or courage yet To drift, nor cursing nor invoking God. ELIZABETH. I heard, I pure, I virginal, your song; The shameful story of your intercourse With—fiend or woman? And your burning will, Even in that horror, to the Highest ; at last Your choice of me—the middle course of them, Pure human love? And, if your …
1907 · PDF PAGE 8
… Set like the stinging winter spray Blown blind back from a waterfall On Cumbrian moors at Christmas. Wet The cold cheek numbs itself. A way Is here to make—an end of all? What sadness closes in between Your eyes and mine to-day, my Queen? Now IT. You are silent. That we always were. The racing lustres of your hair Spelt out its sunny message, though The room was dusk: a rosy glow Shed from an antique lamp to fall On the deep crimson of the wall, And over all the ancient grace Of shawls, and ivory, and gems! To cast its glamour, till your face …
1899 · PDF PAGE 186
…or poet’s mind . For respite by its own deep anguish dulled Shall wake again to watch the cruel day Drift slowly on its chill and wasted way With but thy smile to inspire some sad melodious lay. From whose rude caverns sweep these gusty wings That shake the steeples as they mock at God ? Who reared the stallion wind? Whose foaling flings The billows starward? Whose the steeds fire-shod That sweep throughout the world? What spearman sings The fearful chant of war That fires, and spurs, and maddens all the kings That rule o’er earth, and air, and…
1904 · PDF PAGE 93
…nger lifted Or touches from a harlots hand. No trusty tongue shall waste your money ; Nor sight of cunnie. The man rejoicing, went his way Exclaiming Thanks beyond expression He sought the Strand, and, sooth to say, Began to try his new possession. So, picking up a hoary harlot Who blushed quite scarlet At such immodest words addressed to her, Yet did not blush to ask five pounds, He took her home, and there confessed to her His admiration knew no bounds. And she agreed (vide the sequel) His power was equal. All night he kept his engine g…
1907 · PDF PAGE 273
…he second discourse of the Bhagavad - Gītā we also read : Uncleavable He , incombustible He , and indeed neither to be wetted nor dried away ; perpetual , all - pervasive , stable , immovable , ancient , unmanifest , unthinkable , im mutable He is called . This is very much like the Athanasian Creed , after having defined God in every possible way , to end up by describing him as “ incomprehensible .” Not so the Buddhist who went back to the older vedic con ception : In the beginning there is existence blind and without knowledge ; and in this …
1911 · PDF PAGE 153
…cult." " But my supreme, my crushing doubt?” “ Ι cannot guess, sir." " This! In your ear, my young friend. This! I cannot remember which way always to twiddle.” Rolles drew back dazed. " Read Nietzsche ! ” snapped the Brother. " But—but—” he stammered. " Oh I this is it. Miss Pendragon comes out in four days‘ time . . ." “I wish you’d learnt twiddling,” said the Brother sadly. " But what am I to do, sir?” “Twiddle, you damned fool ! " “I know you always mean something . . . " Never. There is Nothing to mean l " " Oh I " " Be off, I can’t be bot…
1911 · PDF PAGE 153
…cult." " But my supreme, my crushing doubt?” “ Ι cannot guess, sir." " This! In your ear, my young friend. This! I cannot remember which way always to twiddle.” Rolles drew back dazed. " Read Nietzsche ! ” snapped the Brother. " But—but—” he stammered. " Oh I this is it. Miss Pendragon comes out in four days‘ time . . ." “I wish you’d learnt twiddling,” said the Brother sadly. " But what am I to do, sir?” “Twiddle, you damned fool ! " “I know you always mean something . . . " Never. There is Nothing to mean l " " Oh I " " Be off, I can’t be bot…
1912 · PDF PAGE 21
…s something; some more, some less. Buddha goes into details too elaborate to enter upon in this place; but the gist of it is that in one way or another he got hold of the secret force of the World and mastered it. Of St. Paul’s experiences, we have nothing but a casual illusion to his having been “caught up into Heaven, and seen and heard things of which it was not lawful to speak.” Mohammed speaks crudely of his having been “visited by the Angel Gabriel,” who communicated things from “God.” Moses says that he “beheld God.” ᾽
1913 · PDF PAGE 233
…long hours linger still In silent sweetness, and from flower to flower He brings desire of love from hour to hour. The song is sung; the way is sharply set Under dim willowy woods; the thing is done: For me no more to linger or regret; Fulfilment comes, in sight of day and sun. From night's dense darkness let the spark be struck, With life for candle, and with love for luck. Green Night, the virgin mother of my song, Green Youth, the sire of all my songs; let be : It may befall I shall not linger long Under the daylight’s golden empery; In ligh…
1913 · PDF PAGE 233
…long hours linger still In silent sweetness, and from flower to flower He brings desire of love from hour to hour. The song is sung; the way is sharply set Under dim willowy woods; the thing is done: For me no more to linger or regret; Fulfilment comes, in sight of day and sun. From night's dense darkness let the spark be struck, With life for candle, and with love for luck. Green Night, the virgin mother of my song, Green Youth, the sire of all my songs; let be : It may befall I shall not linger long Under the daylight’s golden empery; In ligh…
1961 · PDF PAGE 54
…g him then all Opportunity to pursue the Path which he thus indicates. Learn this, that he, being young, will weary quickly of all false Ways, however pleasant they may be to him at the Outset; but of the true Way he will not weary. This being in this Manner discovered, thou mayst prepare it for him perfectly; for no Man can keep open all Roads for ever. And to him making his Choice explain how one may not travel far on any Road without a general Knowledge of Things apparently irrelevant. And with that he will understand, and bend him wisely to…
1905 · PDF PAGE 197
…k it, for I dare ! Moonward ! on, moonward moon shone, A glory for God’s eyes to dwell upon, A path of silver furrowed in the air, A gateway where an angel might have gone. 1? And the full And forward gleamed a narrow way of earth Crusted with salt: I watch the fairy birth Of countless flashes on the crystal flakes, Forgetting it is only death that makes Its home the centre of that starry girth. Yet, what is life? The manhood in wakes. me The absolute desire hath hold of me. Death were most welcome in that solemn sea } So bitter is my life. But…
1910 · PDF PAGE 8
6 ROSA DECIDUA Were too like heaven—and heaven’s somehow to earn, No doubt—no way that I know ! Hell’s enough If hell would only burn And silence the one devil-word of love. Ay ! death slinks off. I have a child that claims my life To keep from knowledge of her mother’s fate, To keep from heritage thereof, To shield from the world’s scoff, To watch, stamp out the seeds of madness in her. God ! that hast held me back from hate, Be merciful to me a sinner And ward me, warding her ! As it is written : Excepting Adonai build the house, they labour …
1912 · PDF PAGE 25
…. Alonea chance to wrest the wand for Free- dom now ! LUCREZIA. Oh ! quiet : nothing is prepared. ALESSANDRO. Premeditation Is the sure way to miss ones one small chance of salvation. There was the chance : I bet youll wish you had bid me brisk, And all of us regret we did not take the risk. [Their gondola passes off, as the closed one draws up at the steps. MORTADELLO lands and assists MAGDALENA. MORTADELLO. Ho, lackeys, links and torches ! Wake, you sleepy knaves ! High lady, condescend to take this hand, a slaves. [The palace door opens,…
1914 · PDF PAGE 11
…t. Of course You must be Mary. Was there not one sore God could have spared to such a willing horse? Turn stripes to satire! So the only way Has been to cut the R out, and say “* May.” R, “the dog’s letter.” Why you are all R's! —I pray you pardon the two-pointed prong— ‘Must you keep up the stale romantic farce That you love sculpture, harmony, and song? Your god's your belly, and your pride your shame You are weil fitted with Madonna's name! x (The great sow snores.) Ab, but she holds me still. If T but turned, she would be up and doing, Craz…
1961 · PDF PAGE 155
…ream; for in this Enchantment of her Devotion I am caught up cunningly into Beautitude, with great Joy of the Gods that have bestrewn my Way with Flowers, ay many Flowers and Herbs of Magick and of Holiness withal to match their Beauty. Nay, o my Son, I will cease this Epistle unto thee for awhile, that I may rest in the Pleasure of this Contemplation, for it is Solace ineffable, and Recreation like unto Sleep among the Mountains. Yea, can I wish thee more than this, that, coming to mine Age, thou mayst find a Virgin like unto this to draw thee…