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Page 41 of 1031907 · PDF PAGE 154
The Old Bottle W . CHAT is religion ? In its primitive form , meta tarsals ; in its ultimate , . ancestors would walk through the lightning and thunder of the uncivilized day , with a string of charmed knuckle - bones slung round their throats ; whilst we in our turn walk through the drizzle and fog of the present decivilized night , with a rosary of ideals twined round our minds : one worshipped a bogey , the other a bogus . O! sancta simplicitas : homo indeed is sapiens ! Have we progressed ? Not one whit . Worship is at all times and everywh…
1912 · PDF PAGE 75
… Aug. 4. About to try the experiment of daily Aspiration in the Sign of Osiris Slain. Did this twenty—two minutes, with Invocation as of old. Cut cross on breast and circle on head. (SCIRE) The vow of Poverty is to esteem nothing save A (AUDERE) The vow of Chastity is to use the Magical Force only to invoke A (VELLE) The vow of Obedience is to concentrate the Will on A alone. (TACERE) The vow of Silence: so to regulate the whole organism that so vast a miracle as the Com- pletion of the Great Work excites therein no commotion. vm c 33
1912 · PDF PAGE 75
… Aug. 4. About to try the experiment of daily Aspiration in the Sign of Osiris Slain. Did this twenty—two minutes, with Invocation as of old. Cut cross on breast and circle on head. (SCIRE) The vow of Poverty is to esteem nothing save A (AUDERE) The vow of Chastity is to use the Magical Force only to invoke A (VELLE) The vow of Obedience is to concentrate the Will on A alone. (TACERE) The vow of Silence: so to regulate the whole organism that so vast a miracle as the Com- pletion of the Great Work excites therein no commotion. vm c 33
1922 · PDF PAGE 233
…ouse, and he used to send them away when he had anything big on. Let’s see what we can do to-night.” - That was delightful. That was his old self. We thought it would be a good plan to coke up pretty hard before starting.
1905 · PDF PAGE 199
192 THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST One moment, and I should have passed be- yond Linked unto Spirit by the fourfold bond. Not dead to earth, but living as divine, A priest, a king, an oracle, a shrine, A saviour! Yet my misty spirit conned The secret murmur: ‘‘ Gereth, Iam thine !” [ must have listened to the voice of hell. The earthly horror wove its serpent spell Against the Beauty of the World: I heard Desolate voices cry the doleful word “*Unready !”’ All the soul invisible Of that vast desert echoed, and concurred. The voices died in mystery…
1904 · PDF PAGE 63
…ove them less savage to their stalls, And Jason turned and laughed. Then drew he out The dreadful teeth of woe, Cadmean stock Of Thebes’ old misery, and presently Pacing the furrowed field, he scattered them With muttered words of power athwart the course Of the bright moon, due path of pestilence And terror. Ere the last bone fell to earth The accurséd harvest sprang to life. Armed men, Fiery with anger, rose upon the earth While Jason stood, one witnessing a dream, Not one who lives his life. The sword and spear Turn not to him, but mutual ma…
1909 · PDF PAGE 136
…ild’s name! * * * * * “So, while a living man, I made myselfa ghost. IV “Tt may have been one day some ten years later,” con- tinued the old nobleman, “when as I paced uselessly the Street of the Four Winds I was confronted by a stern, grey figure, short, stout, and bearded, but of an indescribable majesty and force. “He laid his hand unhesitatingly upon my shoulder. ‘Unhappy man!’ he cried, ‘thou art sacrificing thy life toa phantom. “Look not,” quoth Zoroaster, “upon the Visible Image of the Soul of Nature, for Her name is Fatality.” What tho…
1909 · PDF PAGE 136
…ild’s name! * * * * * “So, while a living man, I made myselfa ghost. IV “Tt may have been one day some ten years later,” con- tinued the old nobleman, “when as I paced uselessly the Street of the Four Winds I was confronted by a stern, grey figure, short, stout, and bearded, but of an indescribable majesty and force. “He laid his hand unhesitatingly upon my shoulder. ‘Unhappy man!’ he cried, ‘thou art sacrificing thy life toa phantom. “Look not,” quoth Zoroaster, “upon the Visible Image of the Soul of Nature, for Her name is Fatality.” What tho…
1913 · PDF PAGE 106
…ve crime Of the wild zon. Ho! thou wife o’ the waters ! Our three strong sons and our three stalwart daughters, Bid them discover if the old ship’s sound! The voice from the west. Beware! Beware! the Lords of Heaven confound The cities, and their habitants are drowned. JULIAN and JovIAN. We go ; our master’s body must be tended. [They go to the body and occupy themselves with it. CHINESE. O that our miserable lives were ended ! ARAB. Curse this right hand the hammer that extended! zuLu. This damned spear that holy heart that rended! CHINESE. Th…
1913 · PDF PAGE 106
…ve crime Of the wild zon. Ho! thou wife o’ the waters ! Our three strong sons and our three stalwart daughters, Bid them discover if the old ship’s sound! The voice from the west. Beware! Beware! the Lords of Heaven confound The cities, and their habitants are drowned. JULIAN and JovIAN. We go ; our master’s body must be tended. [They go to the body and occupy themselves with it. CHINESE. O that our miserable lives were ended ! ARAB. Curse this right hand the hammer that extended! zuLu. This damned spear that holy heart that rended! CHINESE. Th…
1928 · PDF PAGE 75
shapen gnomes, exceeding thin, whose plead- ing eyes demanded alms even more than did their trembling hands, and then there were old mothers carrying abortions slung at their wasted breasts, and many another was there. The great Satan knocked with his fist on his enormous belly, whence came a long, resound- ing clangour of metal, which ended in a vague groan as of many human voices, and he laughed, showing shamelessly his decayed teeth in an enormous and imbecile guffaw, just as do certain men in every country when they have dined too well. And…
1907 · PDF PAGE 15
…and the blizzard ! The ancient and devoted dizzard ! Appear, thou dream of loveliness! She wore a rose and amber dress, With broidery of old gold. Her hair Was long and starry, gilded red. Her face was laughter, shapen fair By the sweet things she thought and said. Her whiteness rustled as she walked. Her hair sang tunes across the air. She sighed, laughed, whispered, never talked. She smiled, and loves devout and rare Flickered about the room. She stayed Still in the dusk: her body sang Out full and clear ‘‘O love me!” Rang The silver couplets…
1899 · PDF PAGE 118
…nd suddenly sigh back . Happy, and rest with limbs entwined at last On pale blue air, the empyreal floor, As on a bank of flowers in the old days Before this journey. So I think we slept. But now, awaking, suddenly we feel A sound as if within us, and without, So penetrating and so self-inspired Sounded the voice we knew as God’s, The words Were not a question any more, but said : “The last and greatest is within you now.” And fire too subtle and omniscient Devoured our substance, and we moved again Not down, not up, but inwards mystically
1907 · PDF PAGE 25
…n. 0 let this Sacrament distil Thy conversation and communion. I pray Thee keep the holy tryst Within this ring of Amethyst. l have not told you anything about myself, because it doesn’t really matter; the only thing I want to tell you about is my Fairy Prince. But as I am telling you all this, I am seventeen years old, and very fair when you shut your eyes to look; but when you open them, I am really dark, with a fair skin. I have ever such heaps of hair, and big, big, round eyes, always wondering at everything. Never mind, it’s only a nuisanc…
1910 · PDF PAGE 238
…Latin name if you mean to play the English hypocrite? Who was poor Uncle Henry? Did you love poor Uncle Henry so dearly as all that? How old were you when your father quarrelled with poor Uncle Henry? About two and a half! The only thing you can know about poor Uncle Henry is that poor Uncle Henry once tickled your toes. [EUPHEMIA gives a Little scream of hovvory.| Enough humbug about poor Uncle Henry!... Sweetheart! EUPHEMIA. Mine own! [They embrace and kiss with great intensity. EUPHEMIA. Unhand me, villain! .. . But one has to be decent abou…
1910 · PDF PAGE 238
…Latin name if you mean to play the English hypocrite? Who was poor Uncle Henry? Did you love poor Uncle Henry so dearly as all that? How old were you when your father quarrelled with poor Uncle Henry? About two and a half! The only thing you can know about poor Uncle Henry is that poor Uncle Henry once tickled your toes. [EUPHEMIA gives a Little scream of hovvory.| Enough humbug about poor Uncle Henry!... Sweetheart! EUPHEMIA. Mine own! [They embrace and kiss with great intensity. EUPHEMIA. Unhand me, villain! .. . But one has to be decent abou…
1911 · PDF PAGE 285
…ir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and deed ! Το thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes To little children, as the storm~tossed bark Hails in the dark Some hardly visible harbour light; we hold The hours of gold To our own breasts, whose hours are iron and brass :— So swift they pass And grind us down :—we hold the wondrous light Our scattering sight Yet sees, the one star in a night of woe. We trust, and so Lift up our voices in the dying day Ind…
1911 · PDF PAGE 285
…ir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and deed ! Το thine assured fruition we may trust This weary dust. We who are old, and palsied (and so wise !) Lift up our eyes To little children, as the storm~tossed bark Hails in the dark Some hardly visible harbour light; we hold The hours of gold To our own breasts, whose hours are iron and brass :— So swift they pass And grind us down :—we hold the wondrous light Our scattering sight Yet sees, the one star in a night of woe. We trust, and so Lift up our voices in the dying day Ind…
1913 · PDF PAGE 223
ROSA IGNOTA How can I know thee, O my secret Rose? In the old enchanted palace of the Will Still shall I bear the lilies under the moon, The blood-rimmed lilies under the harvest moon? But there are no more roses, no more roses, And the ways stretch out, unending; no god knows If thou shalt be reborn or late or soon. O poet of the world! the agony closes. Shall there be no more roses, no more roses Under the immortal moon? XX THE KEY THE sign of the lover is hidden in vain From the eyes of the mage, from the sight of the sun: The laughter of li…
1913 · PDF PAGE 223
ROSA IGNOTA How can I know thee, O my secret Rose? In the old enchanted palace of the Will Still shall I bear the lilies under the moon, The blood-rimmed lilies under the harvest moon? But there are no more roses, no more roses, And the ways stretch out, unending; no god knows If thou shalt be reborn or late or soon. O poet of the world! the agony closes. Shall there be no more roses, no more roses Under the immortal moon? XX THE KEY THE sign of the lover is hidden in vain From the eyes of the mage, from the sight of the sun: The laughter of li…