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…rd God! let the haven be cast down by the fury of the storm! Let the foam of the grape tincture my soul with Thy light! 63. Bacchus grew old, and was Silenus; Pan was ever Pan for ever and ever more throughout the eons. 64. Intoxicate the inmost, O my lover, not the outermost! 65. So was it—ever the same! I have aimed at the peeled wand of my God, and I have hit; yea, I have hit. 70
…otuses droop for lack of sun and rain, and the soil is poison to them; only two of the stems show blossoms at all. The cups are shallow, old and broken. They are arranged in three rows; of these the upper row of three is quite empty. Water trickles from the two flowers into the two central cups, and they drip into the two lowest without filling them. The background of the card shows pools, or lagoons, in very extensive country, incapable of cultivation; only disease and miasmatic poison can flourish in those vast Bad Lands. The water is dark an…
…s thinketh. Yes? XXIX. So, love, not thus for you and me! And if Iam man, no more, expect T shall remain so, till, maybe, The anatomist, old Time, dissect Me, nerve from flesh, and bone from bone, And raise me spiritual, changed In all but love for you, my own ; The little matter rearranged, The little mind refigured. This Alone I hope or think to keep :— The love I bear you, and the kiss Too soft to call the breath of sleep. And, if you are woman, even there I do decline: we stand above. I ask not, and will take no share With you in what manki…
…den (Lesbia raving : " Catullus brings a song and not a sparrow "’) Famished with love, fed full with love, your soul Still on the threshold of the unenvied goal, - 70 on The goal of love is gotten not of these White-blooded fools that haste and marry and tire. They grasp and break their bubble ecstasies; We know desire the secret of desire. We have the wisdom of the saints of old Who know that what divinely is begun Glows from dawn's grey to noon’s deliberate gold Darkens to crimson — and day's race is run. For us the glamour of the dawn subor…
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING Oct. 31. This account is almost unintelligible as it stands; so I edit it. He appears to have made the old “Preliminary Invocation.” Result rather like Yoga; he gets at once into Pratyahara and then makes Samyama on the Augoeides. " Invoked twice~terrible agony.” And then this note. ”Barbarous names. Supreme test (i.e. to use words which he does not under— stand), for a man who is really praying cannot bring himself to say a ridiculous thing to his God, even on the latter's mandate.” (From this it appears as if th…
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING Oct. 31. This account is almost unintelligible as it stands; so I edit it. He appears to have made the old “Preliminary Invocation.” Result rather like Yoga; he gets at once into Pratyahara and then makes Samyama on the Augoeides. " Invoked twice~terrible agony.” And then this note. ”Barbarous names. Supreme test (i.e. to use words which he does not under— stand), for a man who is really praying cannot bring himself to say a ridiculous thing to his God, even on the latter's mandate.” (From this it appears as if th…
…re the clerks seemed to him clothed with the majesty of Mi- nos, Aeacus, and Rhadamanthus, will suddenly throw himself on the neck of an old man who happens to be passing and will kiss him enthu- siastically before the astonished crowd. Why? Because . . . because this counte- nance was irresistibly sympathetic to him?
…You have often expressed yourself as if this were so. "Of course. They had to pick on me to do the dirty work" is a typical growl of the old Big Lion! But again there is that Magical Memory of yours when you came down from that Hermitage in the little wood overhanging the nullah below the Great Peak "somewhere in Asia" and sat in some sort of Consistory in the valley where the great Lamaserai-or whatever it was-towers over the track. (I quote some of your phrases from memory.) Which is it? 453
… in burying her would therefore have to come ultimately out of his own pocket, which is not very nice to think of, when you are 78 years old, rich and honoured, and your last near relative is lying dead in her house. I think possibly that he may have paid a few shillings for a cheap coffin, for the subject seems to worry him very much. Two years later he is trying to swindle this nephew aforesaid out of some property, and one of the arguments which he uses is, that if he gets this money to which he has no right, he will be able to have a stone …
…to the Blue Cow, Jack, for my night-cape [Going tum: : hand on JACK'S shun/den] I‘ve been thinking, lad, we must all die, and them as is old thinks a mort about it, jacki—never {earl I’ve been thinking, lady Jack Adams has been a son to me, and more than a son ]ACK. Why, no! Father, it’s me that is glad you bid me call you so. MARTIN. More than a son, and a kind, kind son, lad! Thinks I, I’ll see Lawyer Brown to-morrow, and tie up my little bit so that no one shall touch it after me but my dear lad, Jack Adams. jACK. No, no, Father! we’ll talk …
…to the Blue Cow, Jack, for my night-cape [Going tum: : hand on JACK'S shun/den] I‘ve been thinking, lad, we must all die, and them as is old thinks a mort about it, jacki—never {earl I’ve been thinking, lady Jack Adams has been a son to me, and more than a son ]ACK. Why, no! Father, it’s me that is glad you bid me call you so. MARTIN. More than a son, and a kind, kind son, lad! Thinks I, I’ll see Lawyer Brown to-morrow, and tie up my little bit so that no one shall touch it after me but my dear lad, Jack Adams. jACK. No, no, Father! we’ll talk …
…of pines Stern -trunked and straight as spears of ancient work , Sky-piercing , grown to trees by long disuse . And trunks half- fallen told in deathless speech The tale of lightning , ev'n as riven scars Upon the face of warriors grim and old Tell tales of fierce blows given in ancient wars . And , by their side shimmering their silken leaves , The birches smiled in founts of laughing light , Whispering to winds who caught them in their arms Then fled , because they never would be wooed , But still beloved , still smiled a virgin smile Most lo…
…he fool that preened himself and swore ‘There was no further destiny to do? ‘Why, every thought is a new spasm of sun! Is there a new or old in love? What odds, Since every one of us—yea, every one !— Is beyond doubt the darling of the gods? ‘Why then, let us die young, let us die young! Come, Laylah, I shall get to you so soon This absence, a mere miserere sung, Seems dream. © moon! O mortifying moon! Quicken our love! O bring me to the hour, Minute and second when I lose, I lose All that I am in one fellatrix flower! Time, O the unsubstantial…
…In hell one finds that everything Is easy. Poison to my hand ; A cunning potion cool and bland Fit to administer the draught :— How like old times! I nodded, laughed, Poisoned my neighbour, a young girl Sent here for marrying an earl. Of course she did not die. But then On earth I never killed my men ; bridegrooms : They only die whom one forgets. Remember that each action sets Its mark still deeper in the mind ! VII. O piteous lot of humankind Whose history repeats itself ! Dinner is cleared by gnome and elf; I pay the bill, take Baal’s receip…
…ed, mouth has kissed ! O thou, the very tongue of fire, the clean Sweet-scented presence of a holier Christ ! Listen, and answer, and behold! My wings Droop, O thou stronger than the immortal kings ! and _ this My flame burns dim! O bring the broken jar And alabaster casket, and dispense The oil that flows from that supernal star, And holy fountains of the Influence.! Bring peace, and strength, and quicken in my heart Mastery of night-fear and the day-flung dart. , Yea! from the limit of the fallen day, And barren ocean of ungathered Time, Brin…
…ir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and deed ? To 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 I…
…nitudes of rosy ether. At one period of their history, France, Germany, and England abounded in all the characteristics of the untutored Old World mind, yet when did an echo of Oriental music ring from the lute of minstrel, 243
…nitudes of rosy ether. At one period of their history, France, Germany, and England abounded in all the characteristics of the untutored Old World mind, yet when did an echo of Oriental music ring from the lute of minstrel, 243
lodious sounds of waterfalls the desire never to see again their household gods, their wives, their children; never again to confront the lofty billows of the sea. Strange faces were there, of men and women, marked with a fatal beauty; it seemed to me that I had known them long since, at times and in countries whose exact remem- brance I could no longer fix, and which rather inspired me with a fraternal sympathy than with that fear which usually arises at the sight of the unknown. If I wished to try to define in any way their strange expression…
….) Sept. 21. Did a little Invocation. Inquiring how to invoke A got the instant reply “ Oflml”—and only saw later that this was the same old order as before. Which confirms it: discard methods, rituals, etc. (and their contradictions), but do it Often! 22. D. D. S. visits me. Celebration of the Autumnal Equinox. ,, 23. Celebration of the Autumnal Equinox. 24—30. (During this period Fra. P. was preparing, under the guidance of D. D. S., a certain ritual of initiation. This was to combine the Eastern and the Western methods. The mind, exalted, for…