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Page 5 of 1031911 · PDF PAGE 216
… Crush, crush the world I AGAVE, Tread earth as ’twere a winepressl AUTONOE. Drink its blood, The sweet red wine! M/ENADS. Ay, drink the old earth dry! AGAVE. Squeeze the last drops out till the frame collapse Like an old wineskin! AUTONOE. So the sooner sup Among the stars ! AGAVE. The swift, swift stars! MlENADS. 0 night! Night, night, fall deep and sure! AUTONOE. Fall soft and sweet! AGAVE. Moaning for love the woods lie. AUTONOE. Sad the land Lies thirsty for our kisses. MAENADS. All wild things Yearn towards the kiss that ends in blood. AG…
1929 · PDF PAGE 48
…est it is imperfect; some heat always gets through. The other is to remove every particle of matter from the space which you wish to be cold; then there is nothing there to become hot; and that is the Way of the Tao." Lisa put an arm round Cyril's neck, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I shouldn't know how [69] to begin!" she said: "and — I know it would mean giving up Cyril." "It would mean giving up yourself," retorted the mystic, "and you'll have to do it one day: But be reassured! Everybody has to go through your stage — and unless I'm…
1907 · PDF PAGE 7
CONTENTS PAGE 3 PREFACE FOREWORD CHAP . I. THE LOOKING -GLASS II . THE VIRGIN . III . THE HARLOT IV . THE MOTHER V. THE OLD BOTTLE VI . THE CUP . VII . THE NEW WINE 9 15 49 109 123 145 167 . . . . 191
1902 · PDF PAGE 57
… :— I heard of knights no better horsed than I, No better sworded, with no gift of song, Who, caught by one ineffable desire, Rode on by old mysterious watersheds, Traversed strange seas, or battled with strange folk, Held vigil in wild forests, all to seek The vision of the Holy Grail. And I Rode forth on that same foolish wandering ; And found a-many ventures on the way ; At last an old Egyptian ; who bestowed The magic word, which, when I had pronounced, Called up thine evil corpse-light in the sky. He riddled me —ah God ! I see it now ! The…
1901 · PDF PAGE 27
THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY 13 ULRIC. My Cora! old! But urgently a word Came of some purpose. - I am half afraid To hear it—and yourself! Reluctance sits Doggéd against the will to speak. Dear friend, Let us sit close and whisper. GORA. Listen, then! You are grown man: young men seek happiness. Is there one joy your soul hath never felt ? One pure sweet passion ? ULRIC. Sweet! you speak of love! You must have guessed I meant to question you, And smoothed the passage to my modesty. CORA, with bitter sorrow at her heart. You make me very glad. Yes, yes,…
1902 · PDF PAGE 58
…ld watch the ripe red venom flow Slow on the hills of amber, staining them Its own warm purple. Look, the tender stream ! Venus. Let its old sleepy fragrance lull thee now. Yet madden thee in brain and sense and soul, Mixing success with infinite despair. So ; take our secret back to sleep with us :— And in that sleep I know that thou wilt choose The fact, and leave the dream, and so disdain These far-off splendours, catch the nearer joy. Take squalid kisses, banish crested love Intangible. Delights it thee, my friend. To reach the summits unat…
1928 · PDF PAGE 36
… DARLING REALLY, my dear, you tire me without measure or pity! One would say, to hear you sigh, that you suffered more than sixty-year- old gleaners, or the old beggar women who pick up broken crusts at the doors of dirty inns. If at least your sighs expressed remorse, they would do you some honour; but they only interpret your satiety of well-being, and that you are overwhelmed with rest; and then, you go on for ever spreading yourself in vain words: Love me well; I have so much need of it; console me here, caress me there. Come, I will tr…
1912 · PDF PAGE 292
…d pass ! Much remains to be changed, I think: She died of the swollen head, alas ! That maidens catch from Maeterlinck, II Sixteen years old when she died 1 A Vestal, tending Minerva’s flame; It was not her time to read ; beside, Her life had hardly a hope or aim, Nor duties enough, nor little cares; She was never quiet; her mind was astir, Το Henrik Ibsen she said her prayers, And she worshipped Edward Carpenter‘ III Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? We know that your soul was pure and true From Alan Leo’s Test Horoscope, And Cheiro’s words con…
1912 · PDF PAGE 292
…d pass ! Much remains to be changed, I think: She died of the swollen head, alas ! That maidens catch from Maeterlinck, II Sixteen years old when she died 1 A Vestal, tending Minerva’s flame; It was not her time to read ; beside, Her life had hardly a hope or aim, Nor duties enough, nor little cares; She was never quiet; her mind was astir, Το Henrik Ibsen she said her prayers, And she worshipped Edward Carpenter‘ III Is it too late then, Evelyn Hope? We know that your soul was pure and true From Alan Leo’s Test Horoscope, And Cheiro’s words con…
1907 · PDF PAGE 71
64 THE STAR IN THE WEST from a virgin ; falling at once a prey to a bedizened old prostitute of sixty-three . Those who should think the passion displayed in this tale as unbecoming and lustful, must indeed have minds composed of dung and cantharides , disappointed sterile old maids , or sated old matrons , pornophobics of the worst description . We know well the class , half Exeter Hall , half Empire Music -hall ; “ douée " (as a charming little French brochure describes one of this type ), “ du plus voluptueux tempérament courut longtemps les…
1904 · PDF PAGE 3
TO MY OLD FRIEND AND COMRADE IN THE ART BHIKKU ANANDA METTEYA AND TO THOSE FOOLS WHO BY THEIR SHORT-SIGHTED STUPIDITY IN ATTEMPTING TO BOYCOTT THIS BOOK HAVE WITLESSLY AIDED THE CAUSE OF TRUTH I DEDICATE THESE MY BEST WORDS.
1909 · PDF PAGE 232
…there is a nasty mess, but soon the filth is washed away, and once again the drainage flows humbly down its customary gutter in the same old unobtrusive manner, between the same old cobbles, and over the same old cement until in time fresh filth silts up and there is more trouble and annoyance. “So runs my dream,” and civilised man dreaming from his drain naturally pictures God as a kind of Omnipotent Sewer- Husher who everlastingly ought to trudge about with scoop, ladle, and rake, and keep gutters clean and drains in an inoffensive condition.…
1909 · PDF PAGE 232
…there is a nasty mess, but soon the filth is washed away, and once again the drainage flows humbly down its customary gutter in the same old unobtrusive manner, between the same old cobbles, and over the same old cement until in time fresh filth silts up and there is more trouble and annoyance. “So runs my dream,” and civilised man dreaming from his drain naturally pictures God as a kind of Omnipotent Sewer- Husher who everlastingly ought to trudge about with scoop, ladle, and rake, and keep gutters clean and drains in an inoffensive condition.…
1909 · PDF PAGE 143
…t with thee?” And much I marvelled, and won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of my sweet lays Lost all their wonted gold. VIII Greece and Rome and the Pagan lands I knew ere the Christ was born; I whistled songs between my hands, And blew through an old ram’s horn. I was wise indeed! For I lost my way Over …
1909 · PDF PAGE 143
…t with thee?” And much I marvelled, and won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of my sweet lays Lost all their wonted gold. VIII Greece and Rome and the Pagan lands I knew ere the Christ was born; I whistled songs between my hands, And blew through an old ram’s horn. I was wise indeed! For I lost my way Over …
1903 · PDF PAGE 6
of old-time Athens than to the Imperial Peripatetics of the Daily Telegraph and Mr. Raven-Hill, her looks of fire turned my friend’s silky and insipid moustache into a veritable Burning Bush. But puppy endearments are of little interest to one who has just done his duty by No. 9 in distant Yoshi- wara ; so turned to the conversation of our dirty old Irish hostess, who, being drunk, grew more so, and exceedingly entertaining. Of the central forces which sway mankind, her knowledge was more comprehensive than conven- tional. For thirty years she …
1913 · PDF PAGE 120
…. " CAMBRIDGE indeed is beautiful,” he said, “ And only those who live here all their lives Passing their days in quiet harmony With the old walls , can know its charm to the full . And is it chance that mathematics here Has found its chiefest home ? From Newton down , Our greatest have preferred old x and y To the haunting music of Euripedes . Who live mid beauty , still must beauty seek . And Mathematics just for beauty 's sake We follow ." " Come , you surely jest !” I cried . “ A humble aid to physics perhaps , it is, A help to many , a gre…
1919 · PDF PAGE 287
…gonfalon! By the oath and ordeal, stand! By the bitter cup, set on! Is Beauséant forward flung? Is Vexillum Belli set? Onward, Templars, old and young, In the name of Baphomet! 273
1929 · PDF PAGE 213
…the character of an inquirer on strictly scientific lines. This is unhappily calculated to damp the enthusiasm; but as I so carefully of old, for the Magical Path, excluded from my life all other interests, that life has now no particular meaning; and the path of Research, on the only lines I can now approve of, remains the one Path possible for me to tread. (By the Blossom and Fruit theory, I mean the existence of a body of initiates pledged to devote themselves to the redemption of mankind.) It sounds as if I had become a bit of a prig. I exp…
1929 · PDF PAGE 169
…sticky fingers. One of these places was a discreet apartment in the very best quarter of Paris. Here he was the Scottish Nobleman of the Old School. The decorations were rich but not gaudy; even the ancestors were not overdone. The place of honour was occupied by Rob Roy's claymore, alleged. One of his claims was that the Highland Cateran was his ancestor, owing to a liason with a fairy. Another claim was that he himself was James IV of Scotland, that he had survived the Battle of Flodden Field, become an adept, and immortal. Despite what to a …