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Page 47 of 901910 · PDF PAGE 207
…llow on hands and knees. The engine stops at the other end of the room. CHARLEY. Oh, my poor engines stopped ! CARR. You must pour more spirit into it. [CHARLEY goes to the cupboard and gets it, busying himself until CARRS exit. CARR sighs heavily, and sits down thoughtfully. Todds been too frequently to this house. Well, Charley and I must get on as best we can. Life is a hard thing, my God ! Meantime there is our life here. Well ? It seems sometimes to me as if all the worlds wisdom were summed up in that one Epicurus phrase. For if T…
1905 · PDF PAGE 216
…sty are ended; Thy soul shall be required of thee”? I heard This voice, and knew it for my proper word ! Yea, mine own voice: the higher spirit speaks, Stemming the hands that guide, the arms that hold, Even the infinite brain: that spirit seeks A loftier dawn of more ephemeral gold— Ephemeral, and eternal: droop thine head, O God ! for thou must suffer this: I said! Droop thy wide pinions, O thou mortal God ! Sink thy vast forehead, and let Life con- sume The miserable life thy feet have trod Beneath them, that thine own life in its doom Fall,…
1907 · PDF PAGE 48
…l the Poetic Iconomachy to the Poetic Iconolatry of these poems ; 1 Mysteries : Lyrical and Dramatic , vol . i, p . 125 . 2 Songs of the Spirit , vol . i, p . 31 . Mysteries : Lyrical and Dramatic , vol . i, p . 103 . 4 Jephthah , vol . i, p . 74 . 3
1911 · PDF PAGE 237
…e That filleth Ether to the brim Wherein all stars and suns may dance. I am the beautiful and glad, Rejoicing in the golden day. I am the spirit silken-clad That {areth on the fiery way. I have escaped from Him, whose eyes Are closed at eventide, and wise To drag thee to the House 01 Wrong :> I am armed! I am armed! I am strong! I am strong ! I make my way : opposing horns Ofsecret foemen push their lust In vain: my song their fury scorns; They sink, they gravel in the dust. [He !₪125 to SOL, I-Iail, selficreated Lord of Night! Inscrutable and infi…
1911 · PDF PAGE 237
…e That filleth Ether to the brim Wherein all stars and suns may dance. I am the beautiful and glad, Rejoicing in the golden day. I am the spirit silken-clad That {areth on the fiery way. I have escaped from Him, whose eyes Are closed at eventide, and wise To drag thee to the House 01 Wrong :> I am armed! I am armed! I am strong! I am strong ! I make my way : opposing horns Ofsecret foemen push their lust In vain: my song their fury scorns; They sink, they gravel in the dust. [He !₪125 to SOL, I-Iail, selficreated Lord of Night! Inscrutable and infi…
1905 · PDF PAGE 184
…UEEN. (OLD STYLE.) IT is summer and sun on the sea, The twilight is drawn to the world : We linger and laugh on the lea, The light of my spirit with me, Sharp limbs in close agony curled. The noise of the music of sleep, The breath of the wings of the night, The song of the magical deep, The sighs of the spirits that weep, Make murmur to tune our delight. Slow feet are our measures that move 3 Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are made soft as the dove ; We mingle and move as the seas, …
1905 · PDF PAGE 17
…hat 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 hade it rise To seek its Maker with aspiring eyes, Gave to the body strength to hold awhile The spirit, till the passions that defile Should waste and wither, and the free soul soar. But evil lusted with the soul, and bore A thousand children deadlier than death ; The sin that enters with the eager breath Of perfect love ; the sin that seeks its home In lights and longings frailer than the foa…
1907 · PDF PAGE 145
…T psychopathic mist dims his mind , and all the love he lavished on the body of the living woman turns to a lust for her cadaver : 1 The spirit filled me . And behold ! I saw her dead stare to the skies . I came to her , she was not cold , But burning with old infamies . On her incestuous mouth I fell , And lost my soul for Jezebel . They cast her forth on Naboth's field Still living , in her harlot's dress ; Her belly stript , her thighs concealed , For shame's sake and for love's no less . Night falls ; the gaping crowds abide No longer by he…
1909 · PDF PAGE 25
…Have smoked a pipe to show that I'm not in a hurry. Hanged Man with mantra in Visuddhi. Thought I had been much longer. At one point the Spirit began to move—how the devil else can Ι express it? The consciousness seemed to flow, instead of pattering. Is that clear? One should here note that there may perhaps be some essential difference in the Operation of the Moslem and Hindu mantrams. The latter boom; the former ripple. I have never tried the former at all seriously until now. 23
1910 · PDF PAGE 25
…bind thyself, and thou shalt be for ever free. III o. The Ox is Thought. Man, rule thou thy Thought! How else shalt thou master the Holy Spirit, and answer the High Priestess in the Middle Gateway of the Crown? 1. Here are practices. Each may last for a week or more. a Avoid thinking of a definite subject and all things connected with it, and let that subject be one which commonly occupies much of thy thought, being frequently stimulated by sense-perceptions or the conversation of others. 13
1910 · PDF PAGE 25
…bind thyself, and thou shalt be for ever free. III o. The Ox is Thought. Man, rule thou thy Thought! How else shalt thou master the Holy Spirit, and answer the High Priestess in the Middle Gateway of the Crown? 1. Here are practices. Each may last for a week or more. a Avoid thinking of a definite subject and all things connected with it, and let that subject be one which commonly occupies much of thy thought, being frequently stimulated by sense-perceptions or the conversation of others. 13
1913 · PDF PAGE 474
…is is in what the infernal evocations consist, according to the grimotre of Honorius: “Choose a black cock, and give him the name of the spirit of darkness which one wishes to evoke. “ Kill the cock, and keep its heart, its tongue, and the first feather of its left wing. “Dry the tongue and the heart, and reduce them to powder. “Eat no meat and drink no wine, that day. “On Tuesday, at dawn, say a mass of the angels. “Trace upon the altar itself, with the feather of the cock dipped in the consecrated wine, certain diabolical signatures (those of…
1913 · PDF PAGE 474
…is is in what the infernal evocations consist, according to the grimotre of Honorius: “Choose a black cock, and give him the name of the spirit of darkness which one wishes to evoke. “ Kill the cock, and keep its heart, its tongue, and the first feather of its left wing. “Dry the tongue and the heart, and reduce them to powder. “Eat no meat and drink no wine, that day. “On Tuesday, at dawn, say a mass of the angels. “Trace upon the altar itself, with the feather of the cock dipped in the consecrated wine, certain diabolical signatures (those of…
1947 · PDF PAGE 5
…soul that startles in eyes of blue To watch thy wantoness weeping through The tangled grove, the gnarled bole Of the living tree that is spirit and soul And body and brain -come over the sea, (Io Pan ! Io Pan !) Devil or god, to me, to me, My man ! my man ! Come with trumpets sounding shrill Over the hill ! Come with drums low muttering From the spring ! Come with flute and come with pipe ! Am I not ripe ? I, who wait and writhe and wrestle With air that hath no boughs to nestle My body, weary of empty clasp, Strong as a lion, and sharp as an a…
1901 · PDF PAGE 48
…on, the secret spouse of me, King of my body and this realm to-day! For lo! the child leapt up within my womb, Hailing me mother, and my spirit leapt, Hailing him brother! Son and spouse and king, Exulting father of the royal soul That lies here, loving me, assume thy crown And sit beside me, equal to thy queen. For look ye to the burning south, and see The Sun grown amorous, and behold his fire Leap to my godhead. For without a man I single, I the mother, have conceived Of my own loins, and made me no less god Than all your gods! Ye people and…
1901 · PDF PAGE 98
…linding day I have come out from : yes, that fearful light Was not the Sun : my life has been the death, This death may be the life : my spirit sight Knows that at last, at least. My doubtful breath Is breathing in a nobler air ; I know, I know it in my soul, despite of this, The clinging darkness of the Long Ago, Cruel as death, and closer than a kiss,
1907 · PDF PAGE 274
…all song .” 1 In “ The Triumph of Man ” we again find the same idea crystallized , but in “ The Ultimate Voyage ,” the aspirant , on his spiritual journey towards the Supreme Knowledge , at one point on his journey all but attains Nirvana . In many other poems do we find this idea of Nir vana . In “ Why Jesus Wept ” we have : Thy flower - life is shed Into eternity , A waveless lake .2 Which reminds us of Sir Edwin Arnold's : OM , MANI PADME , OM ! The Dewdrop slips Into the shining Sea ! Again , in “ The Farewell of Paracelsus to Aprile " : My…
1919 · PDF PAGE 348
… at will it means that you can revive it at will, for the word “faculty” implies repeated action. 47. The Self of Matter and the SELF of Spirit can never meet. One of the twain must disappear; there is no place for both. This is a very difficult verse, because it appears so easy. It is not merely a question of Advaitism, it refers to the spiritual marriage. [Advaitism is a spiritual Monism.— Ep.] 48. Ere thy Soul’s mind can understand, the bud of per- sonality must be crushed out; the worm of sense destroyed past resurrection. This is again fil…
1905 · PDF PAGE 18
…ook from the nurse the child of his desire, Aman, the prayers of many maidens sent So sweet a savour through the firmament That no false spirit might draw nigh. And still THis angel ministers defend from ill The head they nurtured. Evil dreams and spells, Cast at the dimmest hour, the sword repels And drives them down the steep of [Tell. But dim Sweet faces of dead maidens drew to him ; (Quiet woods and streams and all the moun- tains tall, Cool valleys, silver-streaked with waterfall, Came in his slumbers, chaste and musical, While through the…
1905 · PDF PAGE 94
… Thou weavest a cruel charm on my soul that is as glass. I know thee not, who art naked ; I lie beneath thy feet Who hast called till my spirit achèd with a pang too deathly sweet. Thou has given thee to me dying, and made thy bed to me. I shiver, I shrink, and, sighing, lament it cannot be. I have no limbs as a God’s to close thee in and hold : Too brief are my periods, and my hours are barren of gold. I am not thewed as Jove to kill thee in one caress ! Not a golden shower is my love, but a child’s tear of distress.