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Page 35 of 1301930 · PDF PAGE 54
…f electricity to be our familiar spirit serving us to do our Will, whether it be to outsoar the condor, or to dive deeper into the démon world of disease than any of our dreamers dared to dream. Since with four bits of common glass mankind has learnt to know so much, achieved so much, who dare deny that the Book of Thoth, the quintessentialized wisdom of our ancestors whose civilizations, penshed though they be, hâve left monuments which dwarf ours until we wonder whether we are degenerate from them, or evolved from Simians, who dare deny that …
1899 · PDF PAGE 90
…before the gates of pearl of Paradise. Happy lovers, dwell together In the isles of golden weather, Free of tyranny and tether, Roam the world, linked hand in hand, Moonlight for your sleep, and breezes Fresh from where the Ocean freezes, And the cold Aurora stands With new lilies in her hands. Happy lovers, twilight falls, Let us leave you for a while, Guarding all the golden walls With the weapon of a smile. Silver arrows from the maiden With new labours laden
1903 · PDF PAGE 12
…catches him; he strikes at his throat, and cries sharply :| Ah! [Shsvers with terrible emotion.] Maurya. Criosda, ever the same! The old world runs On wheels of laughter for us little ones ; To you, whose shoulders strain, the chariot seems A poised fiend flogging you to hell. CRIOSDA. These thoughts, Maurya,—Maurya ! they become you not. Child, to see sorrow is to taste it. Maurya. No; For such a sorrow is its own calm joy. But—share me now your pain. Criospa. [Jn agony.| No! no! not that! Maurya. [Smiling.| The priest has secrets from the god…
1905 · PDF PAGE 110
…rk sea hurled, Through the cleft heart of the amazèd sea, Sprang, ’mid deep thunderous throats of majesty, Titanic, in the waking of the world ; Sprang, one vast mass of spume and molten fire, Lava, tremendous waves of earth ; sprang higher Than the sea’s crest volcano-torn, to be Written in Cyclopean charactery, Hawaii. Here she stands Queen of all laughter’s lands That dance for dawn, lie tranced in leisured noon, Dreaming through day towards night, Craving the perfumed light Of the stars lustrous, and the gem-born moon. Dewy with clustered d…
1913 · PDF PAGE 112
ARTHUR GRIMBLE . *ATLANTIS . IN dreams, my soul was backward drawn 1 A thousand thousand years to -night, Back to the world 's impulsive dawn When first Atlantis knew the light. Great Cities of the men of old , I saw them all in fire of gold . There , many a climbing minaret Lay mirrored in the dreaming sea With strangely precious carvings set In chrysoprase and ebony , And metals , wrought in fashions fair Of filagree as light as air . The streets were full of cheerful noise ; Princes and burghers passed me by , And grave philosophers , and bo…
1929 · PDF PAGE 25
… by his mental power and capacity, and by the circumstances of his human environment. (Illustration: When a man falls in love, the whole world becomes, to him, nothing but love boundless and immanent; but his mystical State is not contagious; his fellow-men are either amused or annoyed. He can only extend to others the effect which his love has had upon himself by means of his mental and physical qualities. Thus, Catullus, Dante and Swinburne made their love a mighty mover of mankind by virtue of their power to put their thoughts on the subject…
1902 · PDF PAGE 73
…not drag her down ; I will return. Venus. To lose thee for one hour Is my swift death—so desolate am I ! I have not got one lover in the world, Save only Tannhauser. And he will go. Tannhauser. One lover ! Who makes up the equal soul Of all the wickedness beneath the sun ? Lilith ! Seek out thy children to devour ! Leave me. I go to my Elizabeth. Venus. no ! It kills me ! That is naked truth. 1 am the soul and symbol of desire. Yet individual to thy love. Stay ! Stay ! One last caress, and then I let thee go, And — die. I fear, and I detest, th…
1904 · PDF PAGE 84
…ad the path none else hath trode! Come, lover, in my breast all blooms above, Here is thy love! MEDEA. My poet, now! The one song in the world! ORPHEUS. Above us on the mast is spread The splendour of the fleece! Before us, Argive maidens tread The glowing isles of Greece! Behind us, fear and toil are dead: Below, the breakers cease! The Holy Light is on my head— My very name is Peace! The water’s music moves; and swings The sea’s eternal breast. The wind above us whistles, rings, And wafts us to the West.
1904 · PDF PAGE 109
ACTUS QUINTUS The voices fall and fail; The light is lowered. O dim sleep, Over her eyelids creep! The world of dreams is shapen fair Beyond a mortal’s nod: A fragrant and a sunny air Smiles: a man’s kisses vanish there, Grow kisses of a god ; And in dreams’ darkness subtly grows No Earth-flowered bloom of rose. O dreams of love and peace, draw nigh ! Hover with shadowy wings! Let shining shapes of ecstasy Cover the frail blue veil of sky, And speak immortal things ! Dream, lady, dream through summer noon, Lulled by the sleepy tune! The sense i…
1905 · PDF PAGE 6
…onary tendency. It made him the Ibsen of a school where a parson and a chapel were considered with the rest of the non-Plymouth-Brethren world as so many devils let loose from hell.—R. P. L.) I
1954 · PDF PAGE 348
…ing to Press when War (also announced five years before by Bartzabel, the Spirit of Mars) came along in 1914. I toted the rod around the world with me (excuse my American!) and in a fatal hour of weakness, self-mistrust, took to shewing it to some of my students. Of course-I might have known-they all with one accord began: "Oh, but you haven't said anything about-"-all the subjects in the World. So I started to fill in the gaps. As I did so, I found any amount more to do on my own. It went on like that for 14 years! Since it came out the voices…
1903 · PDF PAGE 64
THE SIXTEENTH DAY “ My chastity’s the jewel of our house Bequeathed down from many ancestors, Which were the greatest obloquy i’ th’ world For me to lose.” All’s Well. There was no secret cave of the wood’s womb Where we might kiss all day without a start Of fear that meant to stay and must depart, Nor any corner where the sea’s perfume Might shelter love in some wave-carven tomb. But Maytime shone in us ; with words of art I drew her down reluctant to my heart, When night was silence and my bed the gloom. So without sin we took strange sacrame…
1904 · PDF PAGE 55
…ed head The time is come to say Good-bye. On Life’s rough road we travel fast ; Some to be great, and some to wed. We are small men, the world is vast ; With our desires God is not fed. Some wield gold swords, or steel, or lead ; Some lose good heart, lay weapons by. Each lies in his own self-made bed. The time is come to say Good-bye. May God defend us from the blast, And smooth our path, and keep our head ! Be with us when we stand aghast, And quicken Faith when Hope has bled. 43
1913 · PDF PAGE 73
…he Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength ; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky. 71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand. 72. I am the Lord of the Double Wand of Power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia—but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed an Universe; & nought remains. 73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold! 74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son. 75. The ending of the words is the Word Abr…
1913 · PDF PAGE 73
…he Hawk-Headed Lord of Silence & of Strength ; my nemyss shrouds the night-blue sky. 71. Hail! ye twin warriors about the pillars of the world! for your time is nigh at hand. 72. I am the Lord of the Double Wand of Power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia—but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed an Universe; & nought remains. 73. Paste the sheets from right to left and from top to bottom: then behold! 74. There is a splendour in my name hidden and glorious, as the sun of midnight is ever the son. 75. The ending of the words is the Word Abr…
1904 · PDF PAGE 18
… disguises for sublime truths. “To destroy our enemies” is to realize the illusion of duality, to excite compassion. (Ah! Mr. Waite, the world of Magic is a mirror, wherein who sees muck is muck.) (3) A careful naturalist will understand much from the voices of the animals he has studied long. Even a child knows the difference of a cat’s miauling and purring. The faculty may be greatly developed. (4) Business capacity may be stimulated. (5) Abnormal states of the body may be corrected, and the involved tissues brought back to tone, in obedience…
1907 · PDF PAGE 38
…is no Angela that loves me. (A sound of sobbing in the trees.) Whom have we here? (Advances.) ’Fore God, the most beautiful woman in the world, except my Molly! And her scent ! O she is like some intimate tropical plant, luring and deadly! 1 See above, ‘‘’The Temple of the Holy Crhost,” vol. i. p. 181, —I am afraid. (He discovers ANGELA,) Madam, can I aid you? ANGELA. Leave me! Leave me! I am the wretched- est girl on the wide earth. SiR PERCY. The comeliest, mademoiselle, (Aside.) I see this is a woman of the world. To her with speeches fit fo…
1929 · PDF PAGE 151
…ook his head "I must explain myself more carefully," he said. "Let me ask you, in the first place, what is the most serious thing in the world." "Religion." "Exactly. Now, what is religion? The consummation of the soul by itself in divine ecstasy. What is life but love, and what is love but laughter? In other words, religion is a joke. There is the spirit of Dionysus and there is the spirit of Pan; but they are twin phases of laughter. Religion is a joke. Now what is the most absurd thing in the world?" "Woman." "Right again. And therefore she …
1898 · PDF PAGE 67
…hings, Given to the splendid kings, Gloomy state, and glamour dark, Swooping jewel-feathered wings, Eyes translucent with a spark Of the world of fire, that swings Gates of adamant below Lofty minarets of snow. Thence the towering flames arise, Where the flashes white and wise Find their mortal foe. Let us thither, caring not Anything, or any more, Since the sorrow of our lot Craves to pass the abysmal door ; Never more for us shall twine Rosy fingers on the vine ; * Never maiden lips that cull Myriad blossoms beautiful ;
1899 · PDF PAGE 31
P A R T I I WHEN God bethought Him, and the world began, He made moist clay, and breathed on it, that man Might be most frail and feeble, and like earth Shrink at Deaths finger from the hour of birth ; And like the sea by limits of pale sand Be utterly confined ; but so He planned To vivify the body with the soul, That fire and air were wedded to control The heavy bulk beneath them, so His breath Touched the warm clay and violated death, Gave to the spirit wings and bade it rise To seek its Maker with aspiring eyes, Gave to the body strength t…