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Page 53 of 1301901 · PDF PAGE 23
THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY 9 Of my old life; I sought another world. I ‘‘ got religion ””"—how I hate the phrase !— So jest the matron newspapers. The end. Since then I lived, as I am living still, Wrapped in the all-absorbing love of him My child, my child! And now my selfishness Is shamed, and I have made the sacrifice To give this pure heart to that maidenly, And let mine old age grow upon my hair, Finding my happiness in seeing him The all-devoted, and in God’s good pleasure Have little children playing at my knees, That I may listen, in their in…
1901 · PDF PAGE 113
…e deep emotion of that birth, When chaos rolled in terror and in thunder; The abortion of the infancy of earth; The monsters moving in a world of wonder ; The Shapeless, racked with agony, that grew Into these phantom forms that change and shatter ; The falling of the first toad-spotted dew; The first lewd heaving ecstasy of matter. ‘I see all Nature claw and tear and bite, All hateful love and hideous: and the brood Misshapen, misbegotten out of spite; Lust after death; love in decrepitude. .
1909 · PDF PAGE 56
…inite aether; this austere And noble countenance set fast in dire And royal wrath, this awful face of fear Before whose glance the ashen world grows grey, Crashes, and chaos crumbles all away.
1913 · PDF PAGE 386
…d raise to the old man of Ferney a statue executed by the hangman. There is depth in this thought. Voltaire, in effect, also was, in the world, a being at the same time providential and fatal, endowed with insensibility for the accomplishment of his terrible functions. He was, in the domain of intelligence, a hangman, an extirminator armed by the justice of God Himself. God sent Voltaire between the century of Bossuet and that of Napoleon in order to destroy everything that separates those two geniuses and to unite them in one alone. He was the…
1913 · PDF PAGE 386
…d raise to the old man of Ferney a statue executed by the hangman. There is depth in this thought. Voltaire, in effect, also was, in the world, a being at the same time providential and fatal, endowed with insensibility for the accomplishment of his terrible functions. He was, in the domain of intelligence, a hangman, an extirminator armed by the justice of God Himself. God sent Voltaire between the century of Bossuet and that of Napoleon in order to destroy everything that separates those two geniuses and to unite them in one alone. He was the…
1905 · PDF PAGE 275
…ma of the Qabalists. The Figure of Minutum Mundum will show how they suppose one Quality to proceed from the last, first in the pure God-World Atziluth, then in the Angel-World Briah, and so on down to the Demon-Worlds, which are however not thus organised. They are rather Material that was shed offin the Course of Evolution, like the Sloughs of a Serpent, from which comes their Name of Shells, or Husks. Apart from silly Questions as to whether the Order of the Emanations’ is con- firmed by Paleontology, a Question it is quite incompetent to di…
1907 · PDF PAGE 68
…f love: the soul accepts her time of teen, Awaits the answer. Midnight droops and dies, A floral hour; what dawn of love shall rise On a world of sorrow? Teace! Eileen! Mazed in a Titan world of rock and snow? Horséd among the bearded Bedawin ? Drowsed on a tropic river in the glow Of sunset? Whither? Who shall care or know, When one and all are this? [ileen! XIV Tuk night is void of stars: the moon is full, Veiling their radiance with her beautiful Mist of still light. O slumbrous air ! Wings of the winter, droop to-mght ! Behold The mirror of…
1899 · PDF PAGE 186
…k at God ? Who reared the stallion wind? Whose foaling flings The billows starward? Whose the steeds fire-shod That sweep throughout the world? What spearman sings The fearful chant of war That fires, and spurs, and maddens all the kings That rule o’er earth, and air, and ocean? Whose hand excites the star | To shatter into fiery flakes? No man,. No petty god, but One who governs all, Slips the sun’s leash, perceives the sparrow’s fall, Too high for man to fear, too near for man to call. O virgin Poesy, the link is thine To bring us near ; the …
1905 · PDF PAGE 69
…ay Of the vast ocean of the unmanifest Limitless Negativity of Light Flowing, in Jesus manifest, through space, In equilibrium, upon the world Illumined by the White Supernal Gleam Through the red Cross of Calvary : Come forth, My actual Self ! Come forth, O dazzling one, Wrapped in the glory of the Holy Place Whence I have called thee : Come thou forth to me, And permeate my being, till my face Shine with thy light reflected, till my brows Gleam with thy starry symbol, till my voice Reach the Ineffable : Come forth, I say, And make me one with…
1905 · PDF PAGE 71
…at White Brilliance : Leave me not alone, O Holy Spirit ! Come to comfort me, To draw me, and to make me manifest, Osiris to the weeping world ; that I Be lifted up upon the Cross of Pain And Sacrifice, to draw all human kind And every germ of matter that hath life, Even after me, to the ineffable Kingdom of Light ! O holy, holy Queen ! Let thy wide pinions overshadow me ! I am, the Resurrection and the Life ! The Reconciler of the Light and Dark. I am the Rescuer of mortal things. I am the Force in Matter manifest. I am the Godhead manifest in…
1910 · PDF PAGE 199
… 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, believe me
1912 · PDF PAGE 19
5 world of dogs, whereas in the history of mankind this happens with regularity and frequency. Now here are three “ super-men, ’ all at loggerheads. What is there in common between Christ, Buddha, and Mohammed? Is there any one point upon which all three are in accord? No point of doctrine, no point of ethics, no. theory of a “ hereafter” do they share, and yet in the history of their lives we find one identity amid many diversities. Buddha was born a Prince, and died a beggar. Mohammed was born a beggar, and died a Prince. Christ remained obscu…
1912 · PDF PAGE 21
…tails too elaborate to enter upon in this place; but the gist of it is that in one way or another he got hold of the secret force of the World and mastered it. Of St. Paul’s experiences, we have nothing but a casual illusion to his having been “caught up into Heaven, and seen and heard things of which it was not lawful to speak.” Mohammed speaks crudely of his having been “visited by the Angel Gabriel,” who communicated things from “God.” Moses says that he “beheld God.” ᾽
1906 · PDF PAGE 96
…the babe defeat. [Aloud.] Listen, my brother’:s son!- Nay, stoop not so, — Bending ashaméd brows upon the earth ! I am well weary of the world of men. I grow both old and hateful to myself, Most on the throne: power which to youth is sweet To age looks fearful. Also I have wept— Alas ! how often !—and repented me. Of those unkingly deeds whereby I gained This throne whose joy is turned to bitterness. I will make peace with thee, and justice still Shall have a home and shrine in Thessaly. Be patient notwithstanding! Prove thyself Valiant and wis…
1905 · PDF PAGE 100
…the fine flower and fragrance of my tresses! Sunset bids darken all my body’s light, Mixing its music with the sad caresses Of the whole world: I wheel in wingless flight Through lampless space, the starless wildernesses! Beyond the universal bounds that roll, There is the shrine and image of my soul. Nature my name is called. O fruitless veil Of the strange self of its own self begotten ! O vision laughterless! O shadowy tale! O brain that halts before its thought forgotten ! Once all ye knew me—ere the earth grew pale, And Time began, and all…
1909 · PDF PAGE 60
AI] The uninstructed and blaspheming man Looks on the world and sees it void and base. Let him endure its horror as he can ! There is no help fér his unhappy case. The love-taught magus, the hermaphrodite, Knows how to woo the Mother, and awake her: Beholding, in the very self-same sight, The self-illumined image of the Maker. I love, and you are wise ; our spirits dance A merry measure to the music moving In waves through that mirific brilliance. Will you first tire of wit, or I of loving: Tire? O thou sea of love, thy ripples run Into themsel…
1910 · PDF PAGE 8
…s 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 In vain that build it. And Again : Excepting Adonai keep the city, The watchman watcheth but in vain. God, if there be a God, be Thou my Neighbour ; And if that God have pity, have Thou pity…
1944 · PDF PAGE 156
…ss is infinitely gracious. All sweetness, all voluptuousness, gentleness, kindness and tenderness are in her character. She lives in the world of Romance, in the perpetual dream of rapture. On a superficial examination she might be thought selfish and indolent, but this is a quite false impression; silently and effortlessly she goes about her work.
1907 · PDF PAGE 216
… moonrise flash across the day’s! 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 thronéd boats of light; Companies of Spirits follow me; adore the Lords of Night. Yea, with gladness did they pzean, bowing low before 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 Motherin her ‘ecstasy of old. Lo! I come to face the dwellerin the sacred snake…
1909 · PDF PAGE 20
…se curls to us to soothe Our spleen, engarlands us, a diadem For that unutterable deed that hurled Us, flaming thunderbolts! against the world. — In ASIII There needs not ask the obscure oracle Whereto these dire imaginations tend. We read this sigil in the dust of Hell: ” The Gods have given for this no happy end. What end should we desire, who grasp the gain We have despoiled from everlasting time, Who gather sunshine from the iciest rain And turn the dullest prose to rhythm and rime? Think you we cannot warm our hands and laugh Fven at the f…