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… is much surer to use one’s mind and muscle in service of that hâte by devising and making a dagger, and then applying the dagger to the heart of one’s enemy. One must give one’s hâte a bodily form of the same order as that which one’s enemy has taken for his mani¬ festation. Your spirit can only corne into contact with his by me^yis of this magical manufacture of phantomsj in the same way, one can only measure one’s mind (a certain part of it) against another man’s by expressing them in some such form as the game of chess. One cannot use chess…
1906 · PDF PAGE 67
…d I give nothing for the tawdry gems of style when the breast they would adorn is ‘that of a breathing, living beauty of man’s love, the heart of all the world. Nor let us taint one sympathy with even a shadow of regret. Let us leave him where ‘* Sight nor sound shall war against him more, For whom all winds are quiet as the sun, All waters as the shore." } NoTE.—The sudden and tragic death of the Editor has necessitated the completion of his task by another hand. The introduction was, however, in practically its present form. WHAT LAY BEFORE. …
1929 · PDF PAGE 45
…ay," said the mystic, with a sudden inflection of solemnity. His voice rose in a low monotonous chant as he quoted from "The Book of the Heart girt with the Serpent." "I, and Me, and Mine were sitting with lutes in [65] the market-place of the great city, the city of the violets and the roses. "The night fell, and the music of the lutes was stilled. "The tempest arose, and the music of the lutes was stilled. The hour passed, and the music of the lutes was stilled. "But Thou art Eternity and Space; Thou art Matter and Motion; and Thou art the Ne…
1905 · PDF PAGE 151
…t the rain and the breath Of the sun make as gold as the sands With ripening wheat, in the earth, in the infinite realm of its seed, The hearts of us bleed ! In the wonderful flowers of the foam, Blue billows and breakers grown grey, When the storm sweeps triumphantly home From the bed of the violate day, In the furious waves of the sea, wild world of tempestuous night, Our song is as light ! In the tumult of manifold fire, Multitudinous mutable feet That dance to an infinite lyre On the heart of the world as they beat, In the flowers of the br…
1929 · PDF PAGE 48
…s not even good magick." The boy groaned inwardly. He could understand just enough to realize how far the heights reached above him. His heart almost failed him at the thought — which was instinctive knowledge — that he must scale them, whether he would or no. "Take care!" suddenly cried Simon Iff. At almost the same instant a terrible scream shrilled out from a neighbouring studio. "It is my fault," murmured the old man, humbly. "I divided his will. I have been talking like an old fool. I must have been identified with Simon Iff for a moment. …
1906 · PDF PAGE 84
…, changed the native deed of sin Into a spasmic kiss too salt and keen, Windless, that ended with a sterile sting The earlier hour whose heart was full of spring 3 And the large love grew piteously lean; Dreadful, like death; withdrawn and epicene At the mad crisis of the eventful thing. O that such tender fondness like a flower’s Should take such nameless infamy! That we Should pluck such bitter bloom, rooted in fear, 1 On the westward voyage across the Pacific a day is ‘lost’ on the 180th degree. Salt with the scurf of some diseaséd sea, Foul…
1996 · PDF PAGE 72
…th every breath of life. But by “Love” we mean a thing which the eye of the bourgeois hath not seen, nor his ear heard; neither hath his heart conceived it. We have
1907 · PDF PAGE 128
…ery of his lips. Sad wisdom, scornful shame, grand agony In the coffin-folds of the cloak, scarred mountains, lie, And pity hides 7’ th’ heart. grips The essential manhood. Balzac stands, and laughs. Grim knowledge LE CYCLOPS SURPREND ACIS ET GALATHEE. COILED in the hollow of the rock they kiss, Rolled in one sphere of rapture; looks intense With love, and Jaughter shapen of innocence ! They cling, and close, and overhang the abyss. But over them! What monster, then, is this Crouched for his spring, gross muscles nude and tense, Bulged eyeballs…
1910 · PDF PAGE 151
…tty ladies that scandal or rumour supposes that it shelters. To work! over the garden wall, and with Romeo cry: Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. * Kathaka Upanishad, 5, 15. 135
1910 · PDF PAGE 151
…tty ladies that scandal or rumour supposes that it shelters. To work! over the garden wall, and with Romeo cry: Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. * Kathaka Upanishad, 5, 15. 135
1929 · PDF PAGE 16
…I have lived with her for five years, almost to a month." "Then why? I used to know her pretty well myself. She was, even in those days, heartless, and mercenary; she was a sponger, the worst type of courtezan; and she was an intolerable poseuse. Every word of hers must have disgusted you. Yet you stick to her closer than a brother." "That's all true! But she's a sublime genius, the greatest artist the world has ever seen." "She has a genius," distinguished Simon Iff. "Her dancing is a species of angelic possession, if I may coin a phrase. She …
1905 · PDF PAGE 233
… : He is the First (not ‘‘ was”), and is the Last (Not ‘‘will be’’), what end? What is the symbol I am set to find? What is that burning heart of blood to spend Caught in a sunset with the night behind, The Grail of God? I would that I were blind ! Then why travel? To I would that I were desolate and dumb, Naked and poor! That He might mani- fest A crimson glory subtly caught and come, An opal crucible of Alkahest ! 3 And yet—what gain of vital gold expressed? 1 A vessel containing the blood of Jesus. See Malory, ‘‘ Morte d’Arthur.” 2 Sat-Chit-…
1905 · PDF PAGE 190
…rd. Like to a star, deep beauty’s avatar 2 Pales in the dusky skies so far above : Seven rays of gladness crown its passionate Star, One heart of love. ! This poem is partially composed on Mr. Poe's scheme of verse—zzde ‘‘ The Philosophy of Composition.”—A, C. * Incarnation, The fringing trees, marge of deep-throated Seas, Move as I walk: lke spectres whispering The spaces of them: let me leave the trees— It is not spring ! Spring —no! but dying autumn fast and flying, Sere leaves breast ! There is the winter—were I sure in dying To find some r…
1929 · PDF PAGE 143
Though the gale was yet fierce, its heart broke in a torrent of sleet mixed with hail; for two hours more it drove almost horizontally against the hillside, and then, steadying and steepening, fell as a flood, a cataract of icy rain. The slopes of Posilippo roared with their foaming load; gardens were washed clear of soil; walls broke down before the impetuosity of the waves they strove to dam; and the streets of lower Naples stood in water to the height of a man's thigh. The hour for the beginning of the work of the necromancers was that of su…
1905 · PDF PAGE 58
…behold on high Night’s funeral, And see the pale moon quiver and depart Far beyond space, the sun ascend And draw earth’s globe unto his heart To make an end; The shriek of startled birds; the sobs that tear With sudden terror the sharp sea That slept, and wove its golden hair Most mournfully 5 The rending of the earth at his command Who wields the wrath of heaven, and is dumb ; Hell starts up Is overcome. and before his hand LG. C. Jones, then of Basingstoke, a pro- found mystic. I heard these voices, and beheld afar These dread works wrought …
1905 · PDF PAGE 172
…th, Crushed, mangled, moving,! are about me. Go! Go! do not touch the carcase of myself That is abased, defiled, abominable. MADELINE. O Heart of Jesus! Thou art bleeding still ! This was Thy true disciple. Leave her not, Sweet Jesus, in this madness. Who is this? Enter ULRIC; he carrtes a rasor. ULRICc.? I have a lovely bride at last, my dear ! A phantom with intolerable eyes Came close and whispered: I am Wisdom’s self, Thy spouse from everlasting. Mortal king Of my immortal self, I claim thy love ! So, we are wedded close. Justice demands Th…
1905 · PDF PAGE 161
…to MADELINE. My dear kind Cora, do they lie to you, These fancies of my idle hours? Lelieve, I seem to tremble at my inward thought ; My heart is full of wonder. When I go Nightward beneath the moon, and take my thoughts Past her pale beauty through some glowing skies * The justification of this play, both in subject and construction, is to be found in the Introduction to the ‘‘Ilon” of Euripides. [Verrall, Camb. Univ. Press, 1890.] The chief of its many morals is that sin must reap its harvest in spite of repentance, prayer, and the other dodg…
1996 · PDF PAGE 71
…irst time he takes scalpel in hand. But love is an art no less than Rembrandt’s, a science no less than Lister’s. The mind must make the heart articulate, and the body the temple of the soul. The animal instinct in man is the twin of the ape’s or the bull’s. Yet this is the one thing lawful in the code of the bourgeois. He is right to consider the act, as he knows it, degrading. It is, indeed, for him, an act ridiculous, obscene, gross, beastly; a wallowing unworthy either of the dig nity of man or of the majesty of the God within him. So is t…
1930 · PDF PAGE 99
…s evil. By this fallacy of logic are many men destroyed. Moreover, there are those who take the image for the God; as who should say, my heart is in Tiphereth, an Adeptus is in Tiphereth; I am therefore an adept. And in this practice the worst danger is this, that the love which is its weapon should fail in one of two ways. First, if the love lack any quality of love, so long is it not idéal love. For it is written of the Perfected One: “There is no member of my body which is not the member of some god.” Therefore — 399 ~ * 7
1905 · PDF PAGE 59
52 SONGS OF THE SPIRIT Because my hand may fasten on the sword If my heart falter not, and smite Those lampless limits most abhorred Of iron night, And pass beyond their horror to attack Fresh foemen, light and truth to bring Through their untrodden fields of black, A victor king. I know all must be well, all must be free; I know God: as I knowa friend ; I conquer, and most silently Await the end. VESPERS. THE incense steams before the Christ ; It wraps His feet with grey, A perfumed melancholy mist, Tears sacred from the day ; An awe, a holine…