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Page 57 of 1971905 · PDF PAGE 92
…er ? Surely I give thee the whole ! Light, shall thou flicker or darken ? Thou and thy lover are met. Bend from thy heaven and hearken ! Life, shalt thou fade or forget ? Surely my songs are gone down as leaves in the dark that are blown : Surely the laurel and crown have faded and left me alone. Vainly I cry in the sunlight ; moon pities my passion in vain. Dark to my eyes is the one light, aching in bosom and brain. Surely, O mother, thou knowest ! Have I not followed thy star ? I have gone whither thou goest, bitterly followed afar, 87
1913 · PDF PAGE 42
…alteth love. Love moveth ever from height to height of ecstasy and faileth never. The wings of love droop not with time, nor slacken for life or for death. Love destroyeth self, uniting self with that which is not-self, so that Love breedeth All and None in One. Is it not sop... No?... Then thou art not lost in love; speak not of love. Love Alway Yieldeth: Love Alway Hardeneth. May be: I write it but to write Her name.
1913 · PDF PAGE 101
… WHEEL AND—WOA! The Great Wheel of Samsara. The Wheel of the Law [Dhamma]. The Wheel of the Taro. The Wheel of the Heavens. The Wheel of Life. All these Wheels be one; yet of all these the Wheel of the TARO alone avails thee con- sciously. Meditate long and broad and deep, O man, upon this Wheel, revolving it in thy mind! Be this thy task, to see how each card springs necessarily from each other card, even in due order from The Fool unto The Ten of Coins. Then, when thou know’st the Wheel of Destiny complete, mayst thou perceive THAT Will which…
1907 · PDF PAGE 97
IMAGES OF LIFE go! ROSA INFERNI.! ‘Ifa ha! John plucketh now at his rose ‘To rid himself ofa sorrow at heart. Lo,—petal on petal, fierce rays unclose; Anther on anther, sharp spikes outstart ; And with blood for dew, the bosom boils; And a gust of sulphur is all its smell : And lo, he is horribly in the toils Of a coal-black giant flower of hell!” —BROWNING, Heretic's Tragedy, ix. I. Rosk of the world! Ay, love, in that warm hour Wet with your kisses, the bewitching bud Flamed in the starlight; then our bed your bower Ifeaved like the breast of…
1898 · PDF PAGE 14
…ands and bars we strive against in vain, Far o’er the world, and all its triple iron And brazen chain, Far from the change that men call life fled higher Into the world immutable of sleep, We see our loved one, and vain eyes desire In vain to weep. Woeful our gaze, if on Ione Earth descendent, To view the absence of yon flame afar— Yet in the Heavens, anew, divine, resplendent, Behold a star ! One light the less, that steady flamed and even Amid the dusk of Earth’s uncertain shore ; One light the less, but in Jehovah’s Heaven One star the more …
1899 · PDF PAGE 149
… Hear the King of Scotland dying On the Leny’s thundrous shore! “Thrice three hundred have I smitten With my single arm this day; Now of life my soul is weary, I am old, I pass away. “Grant me this, immortal monarch, _ Such a tomb as ne’er before, Such a tomb as never after - Monarch thought or monarch saw.”
1899 · PDF PAGE 160
…, Keen, furious, and too cold. What words are these? The pall of slumber lifts ; The veil of finiteness withdraws, The night Is heavier, life burns low: Yet to the quivering brain three goodly gifts The cruelty of Pluto and his might In the abyss bestow: Change, foresight, fear. The pageant whirls and boils, Restricted not by space and time, my dream Foresees the doom of Fate ; My spirit wrestles in the Dream-King’s toils Always in vain, and Hope’s forerunners gleam Alway one step too late.
1899 · PDF PAGE 179
…d Whose angels trumpet in the angry air; Wild mznads with their fiery snakes enwound In the black waves of my abundant hair. Now hath my life a little respite found In the brief pauses exquisite and rare; In the strong chain of music I am bound And all myself before myself lies bare. Drown me, oh, drown me in your fiery stream! Wing me new visions, fierce enchanting birds ! Peace is less dear than this delirious fight! For all the glowing fragrance of a dream And all the sudden ecstasy of words Deluge my spirit with a lake of light.
1899 · PDF PAGE 196
174 MYSTERIES : Now Heaven and Hell reject him, And Earth refuses home; He knows not to direct him To Lesbos or to Rome. His life he sees unhidden, A sea of waves unchidden, Devouring things forbidden In sacramental foam. Here come “the loves that wither,” And here their heaviest wings Droop, and “dead years draw hither And all disastrous things.” Pure loves that flowered never, True loves that none might sever, The flame that burns for ever, Love's ruined water-springs. Oh, Death! draw nigh, deliver My passion from its band ; Draw nigh, until …
1899 · PDF PAGE 211
… children, Lakeland fades from the sight. Only the sad slow Cam like a sire with age grown heavy Wearily moves to the sea, to quicken to life at last. Blithelier I depart, to a sea of sunnier kindness ; Hours of waiting are past ; I re-quicken to love.
1903 · PDF PAGE 58
…m exude From smitten stem of tropic tree! I talk of veils, who love the nude! Witness the masterpieces three Of Rodin that make possible Life in prosaic Paris, stand About the room, its chorus swell From the irritating to the grand. Shall we, who love the naked form, The inmost truth, to ourselves fail, Take shelter from love's lightning-storm Behind some humbug’s hoary veil ? Ah! were it so, love, could the flame Of fast electric fervour flash, Smite us through husk of form and name, Leave of the dross a little ash, One button of pure fuséd go…
1904 · PDF PAGE 117
…e. MEDEA, Ay! let us leave these folk’s ingratitude; My husband! in thy love alone I rest. This splendour and this toil alike resume Our life from the long honeymoon of love We wish at heart. JASON. To Corinth! MEDEA. Creon bears The name of favourable to suppliants. ACASTUS. How virtue tames these tameless ones! To-day I am indeed a man. MEDEA. Thou brainless boy! Thus, thus, and thus I smite thee on the cheek— Thus, thus I spit upon thy face. Out, dog! 19
1908 · PDF PAGE 20
…he chained ones shall tremble and flee ! Gleam in the skies of the dusk, for the Light of the Dawn is in me ! Light on the forehead, and life in the nostrils, and love in the breast, Shine, O thou Star of the Dawning, thou Sun of the Radiant Crest ! Shine, O shine ! Flame through the sky in the strength of the Chariot wheels of the Sun ! R 13
1908 · PDF PAGE 34
…e ; the LORD is risen. Hail ! Thou anointed King ! Now, O Thou pitiful and pallid, Who to the cross didst cleave and cling, Thy tears to life from death have rallied Thy SON, the Holy King ! Eater of flesh and soul and spirit, The Lord of Hell on dropping wing His doom of dolour doth inherit From our anointed King. See ! headlong where he reels and plunges To the abyss, a noisome thing ! He falls ! Our sin Thy SON expunges ! Thy SON, the Holy King ! Then, O thou mildest maiden mother, Thou feedest us ! our crowns we fling Here at Thy feet, who …
1913 · PDF PAGE 83
…he answering flame that nods, Kissing the brows that bend, Uniting all earth 's periods To one exalted end ! Still on the mystic Tree of Life My soul is crucified ; Still strikes the sacrificial knife Where lurks some serpent - eyed Fear , passion , or man 's deadly wife Desire , the suicide ! Before me dwells the Holy One Anointed Beauty 's King ; Behind me , mightier than the Sun , To whom the cherubs sing , A strong archangel , known of none , Comes crowned and conquering . An angel stands on my right hand With strength of ocean 's wrath ; U…
1913 · PDF PAGE 180
…son , leafed with green ? What are flowers for , bud and leaf ? Just to deck the brows of Love , An hour brief , an hour brief . What is life for, O my Queen , With its days of shade and sheen , Morn 's and evening 's pageantry ? Just to glad the eyes of Love , Quick to see , quick to see . What is death for , O my Queen , Hungry jaws , and sickle keen , Shedding bloom and withering leaf ? Death 's a priest to consecrate Love with grief , love with grief . 161
1928 · PDF PAGE 99
…ant and admissible to be- lieve it. The guilty nobles had enjoyed the comedy for the last time; in the same night they were wiped out of life. Since then many a mime, justly appreciated in divers countries, has come to play before the Court of His Highness, but not one has been able to equal the marvellous talent of Fanciullo, nor to obtain the same degree of fa- vour.
1910 · PDF PAGE 105
…Benares), the holy city of Shiva. 111. He who secretly always contemplates on the Ajna lotus, at once destroys all the Karma of his past life, without any opposition. 112, Remaining in the place, when the Yogi meditates deeply, idols appear to him as mere things of imagination, z.¢., he perceives the absurdity of idolatry.* The Sahasrara, or thousand-and-one-petalled lotus of the brain, is usually described as being situated above the head, but sometimes in the opening of the Brahmarandhra, or at the root of the palate. In its centre there is a…
1910 · PDF PAGE 105
…Benares), the holy city of Shiva. 111. He who secretly always contemplates on the Ajna lotus, at once destroys all the Karma of his past life, without any opposition. 112, Remaining in the place, when the Yogi meditates deeply, idols appear to him as mere things of imagination, z.¢., he perceives the absurdity of idolatry.* The Sahasrara, or thousand-and-one-petalled lotus of the brain, is usually described as being situated above the head, but sometimes in the opening of the Brahmarandhra, or at the root of the palate. In its centre there is a…
1899 · PDF PAGE 131
…oem now together. PERCY. Dear heart, dear heart! And she will give us light, our dear moon out yonder, always a pure cold light: and our life shall answer a purer, warmer flame. She is like a maiden covered with lilies; your lilies have kissed roses, ESME. And when the moon’s light fails, the light of your song. PERCY. Let that light be drawn from Heaven too. ESME. Oh, Percy, I am so glad, so glad ! PERCY. Esmé ! ESME. When will you begin your great poem—now ? PERCY [as 2f tn pain). Ah! my poem. I am in despair! It is so great,