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Page 85 of 1971906 · PDF PAGE 263
…Eightfold Path. The second stage is Right Aspiration— Sammasankappo. MHaving realised the woe and transitoriness and soullessness of all life, there rises in the mind this Right Aspi- ration. When all things suffer, we at least will not increase their burden, so we aspire to become pitiful and loving, to cherish ill- will toward none, to retire from those pleasures of sense which are the fruitful cause of woe. The will, we all know, is ever readier than the mind, and so, though we aspire to renounce the pleasures of sense, to love and pity all …
1901 · PDF PAGE 25
… happiness, — In virtue’s mantle and love’s seemly dress, Immeasurably afraid. The hour is on them—let its weight express All blood, ali life, from the disastrous grape! In. God, in mercy, there is no escape, No anchor for distress. The hour strikes mournfully upon the bell Of the most awful precipice That merges hell in hell. There is deep silence in that dread abyss; There is deep silence in the spheréd sun; There is deep silence where the planets run, Il
1905 · PDF PAGE 84
…lves see not, nor know, nor comprehend. Reeling from chaos, unto Chronos winning, Devoured of Him our Father and our friend, This is our life, lead winged or footed golden : We pass, and each of other is unbeholden. Ranged in dim spectral order and procession, We span man’s thought, we limit him in time ; None of the souls of earth have had possession Of larger loves or passions more sublime. Where the night-caverns hide our solemn session The summoning word lifts up our holy rhyme. Even as a mighty river, bend to bend, We rise in turn and look…
1907 · PDF PAGE 19
…ellence Not unto me close curled And on my bodys beauty crucified In silver spirit clad with gold of sense, But sending forth thy rays life-pearled As a bridegroom squandering his strength upon the bride Thou art sufficient to redeem the world. XIV ! IS the secret of the starry deep Nothing but pain and pleasure, grief and joy ? Is God a wanton boy To play with us so bitter cheap By such a jewelled light ? Be thine the power, Rose of the Stars, in this thy tortured hour When the wee lips that clung to thee are cold, To give the world a light…
1910 · PDF PAGE 52
…ath ! XXVI Also his nostrils are shut up ; for he Hath not the need of any breath ; Nor can the curtain of eternity Cover that head with life or death So all his body, a slim almond tree, Knoweth nor bough Nor branch nor twig nor bud, from never until now.
1913 · PDF PAGE 187
…t Fertile Mother Nature. Ama. The Great Mother not yet fertile. A?noufi. The God Amen = Zeus = Jupiter, etc., etc. Ankh. The Symbol of " Life." A form of the Rosy Cross. 6*6'^Equinox III. Apophis. The Serpent-God who slew Osiris. See Equinox III. Babalon., Our Lady. 5tv Equinox V, The Vision and the \'oice, 14th Aethyr. Babe of the Abyss. See Equinox VIII, Temple of Solomon. Bhagavadij^ita. Sacred Hymn of India, translated by Sir Edwin Arnold in the "Song Celestial." Bi7iah. Understanding, the 3rd "emanation"' of the Absolute. Caditceus. The Wa…
1914 · PDF PAGE 6
CHICAGO MAY ‘True self is to all life immune As is the sun's self to the moon, ‘Yet this, that is not love, corrodes ‘That self, or clouds it. Lead me far From earth to the unmoved abodes ‘That lie beyond the utmost star! Ah, no! the martyr asks his Lord For martyrdom as his reward. Give me my pain, and let me keep My love! T have no fear to lose My hate: While now she lies asleep, T have one moment's power to choose. I choose the cross. My love shall gain ‘The price of all my Judas-pain. Il Pure hate is like pure love, a calm, a flow Of the pu…
1919 · PDF PAGE 279
…spring of all things known And unknown, Thou aloof, alone, Thou, the true fire within the seed Brooding and breeding, source and seed Of life, love, liberty, and light, Thou beyond speech and beyond sight, Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire Kindling as mine intents aspire. Thee I invoke, abiding one, Thee, centre and secret of the Sun, And that most holy mystery Of which the vehicle am I. 265
1907 · PDF PAGE 126
…ugh, These litanies unchanted, unperfumed? Live in the shuddering marble they remain : Here is the infinite credo of pure pain. Here let life’s agony take hold enough Of all that lives: let partial tears for them Wake knowledge, brain-dissolving diadem Of white-hot woe upon the brows of love ! LES DEUX GENIES. Goop bends and breathes into the rosy shell Of peace and perfume, love in idleness, Of pure cold raptures, hymns the mystic stress, Imagining’s reiterate miracle. Evil breathes, bending, the reverberate spell Conjuring ghosts of the insan…
1929 · PDF PAGE 283
… is intelligible, the laws of probability make it as certain as anything can be that it arose in a certain way. Now in considering one's life one has more material for investigation than a single position; one has a series of successive positions. Intelligent inquiry ought to be able to deduce not only the unknown past, but the unknown future. We have no hesitation in reconstructing the boyhood of Swinburne --- presuming the absence of {463} direct information -- from his works. His poetry proclaims that he studied classics sympathetically and …
1901 · PDF PAGE 68
…e awake, O mother! O mother! from the darkness of the tomb, That live Osiris may cry back to thee, O spouse! O sister! from the halls of life, The profound lake, the immeasurable depth, The sea of the three Loves! O mother, mother! Isis, the voice that even Ament hears,
1905 · PDF PAGE 113
I hate all Nature’s mockery of life. The laugh is grown a grin; the gentle strife Of birds and waves and winds at play is grown A curse, a cruelty. My wife! my wife! I am broken, I cannot sleep, I cannot die. Pain, pain for ever! Nature is a lie, The gods a lie. Myself? but I am found Sole serious in the hateful comedy. Blackness, all blackness! How I hate the earth, The curse that brought my being into birth. I, loving more her loveliness, am bound And broken—thrice more bitter for my mirth ! Song, was it song I trusted in? Or thou, Apollo, wa…
1905 · PDF PAGE 152
…dim agony, invading sense, That bliss should still abide : but now I shrink, Fall from the crags of memory, and abide Now in this nature-life, basilisk-eyed, And serpent-stinging: yea, I perish thence. That perishes which was: and I am tied Unto myself: the “I” springs up again Bound to the wheel of speedless sense and pain, None loosing me. Past is the utter bliss ; Present the strong fact of the death, the stain Of the marred lives: I meditate awhile Not on the mere light of the girl, the smile Deepening down to the extremest kiss; Not of the…
1905 · PDF PAGE 19
…ove In the garden of Gods roses, Sorrowless, thornless, passionate Rose, that lies Full in the flood of its own sympathies And makes my life one tune that curls and closes On its own self delight ; A circle, never a line ! Safe from all wind, Secure in its own pleasure-house confined, Sure lord of its own rapture, deaf and blind To aught but its own mastery of song
1911 · PDF PAGE 297
…. Bring your beauty to man ! Ι am the mate for ye all; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance, Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips ! I am hidden beyond, Shed in a secret sinew, Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you! Come, while the moon (the moon 1) Sheds her ambrosia! splendour, Reels in the redeless rune InetTably, utterly, tender! Hark! the appealing cry Ofdeadly hurt in the hollow :— Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Ay! Smitten to death by Apollo Swift, O maiden moon, Sen…
1911 · PDF PAGE 297
…. Bring your beauty to man ! Ι am the mate for ye all; I am the passionate Pan. Come, O come to the dance, Leaping with wonderful whips, Life on the stroke of a glance, Death in the stroke of the lips ! I am hidden beyond, Shed in a secret sinew, Smitten through by the fond Folly of wisdom in you! Come, while the moon (the moon 1) Sheds her ambrosia! splendour, Reels in the redeless rune InetTably, utterly, tender! Hark! the appealing cry Ofdeadly hurt in the hollow :— Hyacinth! Hyacinth! Ay! Smitten to death by Apollo Swift, O maiden moon, Sen…
1913 · PDF PAGE 215
…d o'ermuch . You hold them here When, king-like they should come into their own , And , in some spirit -mother's womb resown, Be sons of life , sans darkness and sans fear . But, as in sombre waters of a mere , The stars their image from afar drop down , The dead shall light your soul, the dead whose crown Makes up the light of every starry sphere . But know , when e' er the dead can hear our grief They linger all our barren earth around , And touch us with the wind's too -plaintive sound , Whispering back our grief within our ears . Then gathe…
1924 · PDF PAGE 2
tional articles in which it claimed, from a motive of public duty, to reveal the truth about the life and work of Aleister Crowley, explorer, drama- tist, poet, philosopher and artist. These articles were a mass of lies. Not only were they wholly false in spirit the essential truth, in every matter of importance, being simply suppressedbut, except for such statements as were harmless in themselves or trivial, they were wholly false in the letter also. Two of these lies are so indefensible in point of fact, and so repugnant to every principle …
1938 · PDF PAGE 19
…ar the Seven-fold Song thereof. Carmen. By Wisdom forms He matter and space and time, Experience to sublime. By Virtue spends He His own life through all; Mercy majestical. By Energy revolves He all in stress Of Change, the limitless. By Order gathers He the worlds of Light In Beauty infinite. By Love destroys He all to recreate Fresh Phantasies to Fate. By Reason reckons He His governance, The Wonder of His Chance. By Purity absolves He all His Will From every image of Ill. In Silence He resumes each perfect part To rapture of His Heart, His, …
1907 · PDF PAGE 144
…ve, O sorrow and madness In mirrored mood, And passion and ease, What light of love Sharp joy and sweet sadness, Your depth endued? Deep life and deep peace : Come forth! I invoke ye, O wells, ye: Come forth! I invoke you, ringed round dwellers of dim solitude ! | earth’s girdle, the manifold seas ! 1 | THE SFA. “THE WELLS. I hear but one voice in our voices ; One tune, multitudinous notes; One life that burns low or rejoices,. One song from the numberless throats. Where ice on my bosom is piled, Where palm-fronded islands begem My breast, wher…