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Page 47 of 1031911 · PDF PAGE 93
…istian blood on Sidi Omar’s hands. FATMA. He is as fair as a Christian. LAYLAH. The men of Sidi Omar‘s tribe are white men, thou wizened old black witch. FATMA. Ah! Sidi Omar! Sidi Omar! Sidi Omar! Happy the prince whose wife is as faithful as thou. Thou canst not open thy mouth without uttering his name. LAYLAH. Do not take it in thine, mother of lies! FATMA. My mouth has been shut these twenty years. LAYLAH. What? Any time these twenty years thou hast 85
1912 · PDF PAGE 32
… eight belongs. The history of Christianity shows precisely the same remarkable fact. Jesus Christ was brought up on the fables of the “ Old Testament,” and so was compelled to ascribe his experiences to “Jehovah,” although his gentle spirit could have had nothing in common with the monster who was always commanding the rape of virgins and the murder of little children, and whose rites were then, and still are, celebrated by human sacrifice.1 Similarly the visions of Joan of Arc were entirely Christian; but she, like all the others we have menti…
1902 · PDF PAGE 18
…his poem has been written in the blood of slain faith and hope ; each foolish utterance of Tannhauser stings me with shame and memory of old agony ; each Ignis Fatuus that he so readily pursues, reminds me of my own delusions. But, these follies and delusions being the common property of mankind, I have thought them of sufficient interest, dramatic and philosophical, to form the basis of a poem. Let no man dare to reproach me with posing as the hero of my tale. I fall back on the last utterance of Tannhauser himself " I say, then, ' I ' : and y…
1909 · PDF PAGE 54
…neighbourhood—concentration” is shewn by the fact that I several times forgot altogether about Adonai, and found myself saying the silly old Mantram.
1913 · PDF PAGE 209
…the heart of Time Is the memory of thee! Ah! deep! deep! deep In the core of the world! And I am set, a flame, On the altar of song; the old, forgotten ways Are set in me! Iam the risen Pan, Risen from the rainy earth to bear the spring Within me! Oh, thou little soft, shy god, Half girl, half beauteous youth, oh, hail to thee Hail! For the morning is a misty birth, And the sun a shadow, and the world a lie! And I that sing in the early key of blue Am the Rose o’ the World, the long-forgotten Rose! 171
1913 · PDF PAGE 209
…the heart of Time Is the memory of thee! Ah! deep! deep! deep In the core of the world! And I am set, a flame, On the altar of song; the old, forgotten ways Are set in me! Iam the risen Pan, Risen from the rainy earth to bear the spring Within me! Oh, thou little soft, shy god, Half girl, half beauteous youth, oh, hail to thee Hail! For the morning is a misty birth, And the sun a shadow, and the world a lie! And I that sing in the early key of blue Am the Rose o’ the World, the long-forgotten Rose! 171
1919 · PDF PAGE 185
… the Law. Let Us remind you that this is a magical formula of cos- mic scope, and that it is given in exact detail in the legend of the Golden Fleece. Jason, who in this story represents the Beast, first fits out a ship guided by Wisdom or Athena, and this is his aspira- tion to the Great Work. Accompanied by many heroes, he comes to the place of the Fleece, but they can do nothing until Medea, the Scarlet Woman, puts into his hands a pos- set ‘drugged with somnolence, Sleepy with poppy and white hellebore’ for the dragon. Then Jason is able to…
1919 · PDF PAGE 278
…t crosses over the Paten, the Cup, and himself. He strikes his breast. All repeat this action. Hear ye all, saints of the true church of old time now es- sentially present, that of ye we claim heirship, with ye we claim communion, from ye we claim benediction in the name of IAO. 264
1909 · PDF PAGE 95
… It was perhaps this subtle self-satisfaction that lost me . . . so I fell to the shocking abyss of last night! The Dweller of the Threshold is never visible until after one has fallen; he is a Veiled God and smites like the Evil Knight in Malory, riding and slaying—and no man seeth him. But when you are tumbled headlong into Hell, where he lives, then he unveils his Face, and blasts you with its horror! Very good, John St. John, now you knowl You are plain John St. John, and you have to climb right up again through the paths to the Threshold; …
1909 · PDF PAGE 116
…of autumn, not the rain of spring! So is it in this soul, Lord Adonai. The thought of Thee is heavy and uneasy, flabby and loose, like an old fat woman stupid-drunk in her slum; which was as a young maiden in a field of lilies, arrow-straight, sun- strong, moon-pure, a form all litheness and eagerness, dancing, dancing for her own excess of life. Adonail Adonail 9.17 Rose, dressed, etc., reflecting on the Path. Blinder 114 than ever! The brain is in revolt; it has been com- pressed too long. Yet it is impossible to rest. It is too late. The Irresi…
1913 · PDF PAGE 12
… swordsmanship to the complete grace of his body : and this doubt is strengthened in me by reflecting how certainly the final grace withholds itself from one who lacks understanding of poetry and how usefully the attempt to write it enlarges that understanding. In this efficacy Cambridge , at any rate, has always trusted ; and the following pages prove , and prove amply , that she remains loyalas ever to the belief . Critics —middle aged critics especially — will find much amiss with them ; and the fault as usual will lie with Time at least as …
1910 · PDF PAGE 34
THE EQUINOX How shall I have speech of Thee, who know not Thy speak- ing? How shall I behold Thee, who art hidden in the darkness? Lo! I bend mine eyes before Thee, and no sign dost Thou vouchsafe me; I whisper love-words before Thee, and I know not if Thou hear me, Thou who art the darling of the Night and of the Silence; Yellow art Thou as the sunlight through the corn-fields, Bright as the sun-dawn on the snow-clad mountains, Slow as the voice of the great green gliding River. Calmly in Thy silence am I come to rest me, Now from the world th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 34
THE EQUINOX How shall I have speech of Thee, who know not Thy speak- ing? How shall I behold Thee, who art hidden in the darkness? Lo! I bend mine eyes before Thee, and no sign dost Thou vouchsafe me; I whisper love-words before Thee, and I know not if Thou hear me, Thou who art the darling of the Night and of the Silence; Yellow art Thou as the sunlight through the corn-fields, Bright as the sun-dawn on the snow-clad mountains, Slow as the voice of the great green gliding River. Calmly in Thy silence am I come to rest me, Now from the world th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 126
… will make him some- what drunk, or even excessively drunk, and that in that condition we will lead him to the house of Fatma, where the old humbug3 shall fornicate with the ugliest of the slave girls. Also setting him upon an ass4 with his face to the tail, we will conduct him to the Qazi saying : “ These, O Qazi, be broth- ers ; but the malice of a wizard hath changed the elder and more foolish into the semblance of a drunken Mullah.” By this means will he become ashamed,5 and prate no more of beasts. 1. This ode is by most considered spuriou…
1961 · PDF PAGE 146
…But thou shalt appear in thy Glory only when she is in thy Power, and bewildered utterly by Ecstasy. This is a Mystery, o my Son, and of old times it was declared in the fable of Scylla and Charybdis, which are the Formula of the Rock and the Whirlpool. Now then meditate thou strictly upon his most worthy and adorable Arcanum, to thy Profit and Enlightenment. t
1910 · PDF PAGE 145
…s in the West When the sun sinks, the royal rays Of moonrise flash across the days ! I have risen ! I have risen ! as a mighty hawk of gold ! From the golden egg I gather, and my wings the world enfold. I alight in mighty splendour from the thrond boats of light ; Companies of Spirits follow me ; adore the Lords of Night. Yea, with gladness did they pæan, bowing low be-fore my car, In my ears their homage echoed from the sunrise to the star. I have risen ! I am gathered as a lovely hawk of gold, I the first-born of the Mother in her ecstasy o…
1910 · PDF PAGE 80
…en I smote thy buttocks with the whip, bidding thee be cheerful, thou didst rise instant with laughter and smiles. Thou didst put on thy old provoking coquetry ; though for many days thou hadst drunk nothing but water, thou didst comport thyself as one in whom the wine first blu- sheth.2 Also when my love revived for thee a little, thou didst not immodestly thrust out thy buttocks, and show bare a gaping and hungry podex. On the contrary, thou wast like a young girl, and there was much shame when thy hand led the camel to the well.3 Also there …
1910 · PDF PAGE 193
MR TODD 183 drel, youre shaking me to pieces ! Emily, do get a gentler footman. Oh ! Oh ! Nobody cares for the poor old man. I am thrown on the dust-heap. Oh, Emily, may you suffer one day as I suffer ! Oh ! Oh ! Oh ! [The Nurse comes forward and soothes him. NURSE. You must really be more careful of my patient, Thomas. THOMAS. I humbly beg pardon, miss. I think the balls is gritty, miss. Ill ile em to-morrow. GRANDFATHER. There, you see, Nurse is the only one that loves me. I should like to marry you, Nurse, eh ? And cut em all out ? MRS. …
1910 · PDF PAGE 12
PREFACE. VII it ; even Stuart was sound in this matter, and Stoney himself (though reluctantly) gave his adhesion. To hold a Meeting you must have two persons present. Let nobody try to upset this ; for once I positively insist. No less than two for a Meeting ! I will brook no oppo- sition ; I mean to have my own way in the matter ; I am not to be played with. Two or more make a Meeting. There ; my foot is down, let’s hear no more senseless cavil about it ! Well, I need hardly say that Mr. and Mrs. Cameron took opposite sides of the controversy…
1912 · PDF PAGE 93
…d-boy to biggest retail grocer in the Midlands. Twenty-eight years of wedded happiness had left him with a clear conscience, a five- year old grave to keep in order “To the memory of my beloved relict," as he had written until the clerk suggested a trifling alteration, and a strapping daughter just turned twenty. I wish I could stop here. But there is a rough side to every canvas, and Theodore Bugg had forgotten all about England, and what she is, and how he had made her. Or if the good work was going on, it was subconscious. He was standing by t…