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Page 53 of 1301929 · PDF PAGE 344
…annot read such stuff with patience. I do not mind a background of love properly subordinated to the true interest of life; but I do not know any single book of which it is the main theme which does not disgust me. Am I reproaching myself, then, for having written as I have on the subject? My defence is duplex. In the first place, I have no objection to lyrical love. "I arise from dreams of thee" and "O lover, I am lonely here" are legitimate. It is the sacrament by which man enters into communion with God. There remain my narrative and dramati…
1899 · PDF PAGE 174
…RIES: Such an one wrote that word as I would meet, Lay my life’s burden at his silver feet, Have him give ear if I say “ Master.” Yea! I know no heaven, no honour, half so sweet ! He passed before. me on the wheel of Time, He who knows no Time—the intense sublime Master of all philosophy and play, Lord of all love and music and sweet rhyme. Follow thou him! Work ever, if thy heart Be fervent with one hope, thy brain with art, | Thy lips with song, thine arm with strength to smite : Achieve some act; its name shall not depart. Christ laid Love’s…
1910 · PDF PAGE 199
…Your respected father is my warmest advocate. EUPHEMIA. You distress me, sir. It is impossible. DELHOMME. Ah, fairest of maidens, well I know your English coyness and modesty ! [Taking her hand.] Ah, give me this pure hand for good, for ever ! This hand which has been ever open to the misery of the poor, ever closed to box the enemies of your country ! EUPHEMIA. It is not mine ! DELHOMME. I do not understand. I am too worn a slave in the worlds market for my fettered soul to grasp your innocence. Ah ! you are vowed to Our Lady, perhaps ? Yet, …
1911 · PDF PAGE 153
…days‘ time . . ." “I wish you’d learnt twiddling,” said the Brother sadly. " But what am I to do, sir?” “Twiddle, you damned fool ! " “I know you always mean something . . . " Never. There is Nothing to mean l " " Oh I " " Be off, I can’t be bothered with you—be off! I send you packing. Is l'ha! clear ? " " You have nothing to say to me?” “What have I been saying this priceless past fourteen minutes twenty-seven seconds? Ape! Goat! Imbecile! Dullardl Poopstiekl Do you think one can recover lost time? One must talk English to you—English, you ho…
1911 · PDF PAGE 153
…days‘ time . . ." “I wish you’d learnt twiddling,” said the Brother sadly. " But what am I to do, sir?” “Twiddle, you damned fool ! " “I know you always mean something . . . " Never. There is Nothing to mean l " " Oh I " " Be off, I can’t be bothered with you—be off! I send you packing. Is l'ha! clear ? " " You have nothing to say to me?” “What have I been saying this priceless past fourteen minutes twenty-seven seconds? Ape! Goat! Imbecile! Dullardl Poopstiekl Do you think one can recover lost time? One must talk English to you—English, you ho…
1911 · PDF PAGE 7
…y: that My Sister might partake of My Great Light. O Light of God, when wilt thou find the heart of man— write not! I would not that men know the Sorrow of my Heart, Amen! I turned me to the West, and the Archangel bore a flaming Book, on which was written AN in Enochian. Within was drawn a fiery scorpion, yet cold withal. Until the Book of the East be opened! Until the hour sound!
1912 · PDF PAGE 262
…b? CHIPS, Juist sic anither as yoursel’. A fleetin’, flytin’, floutin’, sweerin’ deevil like yoursel'! AWL. Ah, weel! puir bodies, ye don’t know all! Guid job for you 1 [He passa aver, (md goes out, 1.. BUN. The sculduddery wastrel! BONES. The blasphemin’ loon I CHIPS. The feckless child 0’ Satan! TONGS. The rantin’, roarin’ lion! GRAB. Ah] d'ye ken the noo wha the meenister meant by Sennacherib? ALL. Ah! GRAB. D’ye mind Sennacherib was King 0’ Babylon ? ALL. Ah! 220
1912 · PDF PAGE 262
…b? CHIPS, Juist sic anither as yoursel’. A fleetin’, flytin’, floutin’, sweerin’ deevil like yoursel'! AWL. Ah, weel! puir bodies, ye don’t know all! Guid job for you 1 [He passa aver, (md goes out, 1.. BUN. The sculduddery wastrel! BONES. The blasphemin’ loon I CHIPS. The feckless child 0’ Satan! TONGS. The rantin’, roarin’ lion! GRAB. Ah] d'ye ken the noo wha the meenister meant by Sennacherib? ALL. Ah! GRAB. D’ye mind Sennacherib was King 0’ Babylon ? ALL. Ah! 220
1961 · PDF PAGE 66
LIBER ALEPH VEL CXI 54 Bb De Arte Alchemica (Of the Art of Alchymy) ERE then I must write concerning Talismans for thine Instruction. Know first that there are certain Vehicles proper for the Incarnation of the Will. I instance Paper, whereon by thine Art thou writest a symbolic Representation of thy Will, so that when thou next seest it, thou are reminded of that Will, or it may be that another, seeing it, will obey that Will. Here then is a case of Incarnation and Assumption, which, before it was under- stood, was rightly considered Gramarye …
1961 · PDF PAGE 81
…, so far as their Memory hath remained among Mankind. For what would it avail thee should I recount the deeds of those whom I indeed may know, but thou not? Thou knowest well how I keep me from all Taint of Fable, or any Word unproven and undemonstrable. First then I speak of Lao-Tze, whose word was the TAO. Hereof have I already written much unto thee, because His Doctrine has been lost or misinterpreted, and it is most needful to restore it. For this Tao is the true Nature of Things, being itself a Way or Going, that is, a kinetic and not a s…
1905 · PDF PAGE 214
…al Whose long war grows the great abiding peace. THE ROSICRUCIAN. A SA MAJESTE JACQUES IV D'ECQSSE.” I ser the centuries wax and wane. I know their mystery of pain, The secrets of the living fire, The key of life: I live: I reign: For I am master of desire. Silent, I pass amid the folk Caught in its mesh, slaves to its yoke. Silent, unknown, I work and will Redemption, godhead’s master-stroke, And breaking of the wands of ill. 1 Now a Buddhist recluse in Burma. In England he was a martyr to spasmodic asthma, which, however, could not quench, co…
1910 · PDF PAGE 8
6 ROSA DECIDUA Were too like heaven—and heaven’s somehow to earn, No doubt—no way that I know ! Hell’s enough If hell would only burn And silence the one devil-word of love. Ay ! death slinks off. I have a child that claims my life To keep from knowledge of her mother’s fate, To keep from heritage thereof, To shield from the world’s scoff, To watch, stamp out the seeds of madness in her. God ! that hast held me back from hate, Be merciful to me a sinner And ward me, warding her ! As it is written : Excepting Adonai build the house, they labour …
1911 · PDF PAGE 293
…at the magical eyes of me swoon With lust of rain to—morrow! Ages and ages ago I stood on the bank of a river, Holy and holy and holy, I know, For ever and ever and ever! 115
1911 · PDF PAGE 293
…at the magical eyes of me swoon With lust of rain to—morrow! Ages and ages ago I stood on the bank of a river, Holy and holy and holy, I know, For ever and ever and ever! 115
1919 · PDF PAGE 107
…s Law unto everyone that holdeth himself holy. It is I, not another, that willeth your whole Freedom, and the arising within you of full Knowledge and Power. Behold! the Kingdom of God is within you, even as the Sun standeth eternal in the heavens, equal at midnight and at noon. He riseth not: he setteth not: it is but the shadow of the earth which concealeth him, or the clouds upon her face. Let me then declare unto you this Mystery of the Law, as it hath been made known unto me in divers places, upon the mountains and in the deserts, but also…
1910 · PDF PAGE 145
ROSA DECIDUA 135 Were too like heavenand heavens somehow to earn No doubtno way that I know ! Hells enough If hell would only burn And silence the one devil-word of love. Ay ! death slinks off. I have a child that claims my life To keep from knowledge of her mothers fate, To keep from heritage thereof, To shield from the worlds scoff, To watch, stamp out the seeds of madness in her. God ! that hast held me back from hate, Be merciful to me a sinner And ward me, warding her ! As it is written : Excepting Adonai build the house, they labour…
1912 · PDF PAGE 66
… think you, gentlemen ? ISRAEL. That no one would accept our paper. ISSACHAR. Thats a bar ! SHACKABACK. When youre as old as I, youll know what fools there are. Well, lets be off and tell the Synagogue at once That none may dip into our pockets for the nonce. [They move off gesticulating. SCENE II. The Cabinet of THE DOGE. A couch, on which lies the wounded MORTADELLO, convalescent. THE LORD GABRIELE stands near by, toying impatiently with his rapier. GABRIELE. Gone, like a shooting star. No trace. MORTADELLO. The omens ill. GABRIELE. Ay, …
1914 · PDF PAGE 8
…a brute! Yet, if a brute, why should I hate you so? Because you are my own race turned to dung? ‘Things nearest to us plague us most, we know. ‘Why should such “why?” come tripping to my tongue ? It is love's shrine itself that you pollute; And that is why I hate you, prostitute “Make me a baby!" May a cancer gnaw Your womb! A dropsy make your belly burst! ‘The word of “ baby” in your monstrous maw ‘Makes God a liar, and his Chri “And am I really all your very own “And do you love me for myself alone? “And does my darling love his little girl?”…
1905 · PDF PAGE 243
236 TANNHAUSER This, though I know thee. Aphrodite, no! Nor Anael,! nor Eva! Lather thou Lilith, the woman-serpent, she who sucks The breath of little children in their sleep, Strangles young maidens, and presides upon Sterile debauchery and unnatural loves. VENUS. Lilith! Ah, lover! name ! Thou hast known my TANNHAUSER, So; yet I love thee! MRended is the veil! Calling thee Ugliness, I guessed aright, Who saw, and see, all Beauty in thee still. Only, a beauty risen out of Hell ; Death and delusion—ay, corruption’s self, Wickedness sliming into…
1907 · PDF PAGE 100
…ove. To die into dreams of my lover, To wake with his mouth like a dove Kissing me over and over! Better sleep so Than be conscious, and know Ilow death hath a charm to discover. Ah! float in the cool of the gloaming ! Float wide in the lap of the stream With his mouth ever roving and homing To the nest where the dove is adream, Setter wake so Than be thinking, and know That at best it is only a dream. So turn up thy face to the stars ! In their peace be at peace for awhile ! Let us pass in their luminous cars As asob, as asigh, asa smile! Love…