“ In many mortal forms I rashly sought The shadow of that idol of my thought.” —Shelley “Après l’amour éteint si je vécus encore C’est pour la vérité, soif
Buddha ! my earthly memory is so dimmed By this poor passing life which travels a hem Across my soul, and thought I cannot stem Pours like a flood to
IT was a dark and solitary path, a narrow, hardly perceptible, footway in a dense forest, hemmed in by two walls of impenetrable thorns and wild creepers, covering, as with
SAFELY returned from my long tour of ten months, my first duty upon reaching home is to remind the Branches that the time approaches for the Annual Meeting of the
IT is somewhat difficult to say what real or theosophical work is when exactly defined, and, in consequence, it becomes very easy to speak of an effort as untheosophical
I sit alone in the twilight, Dreaming — but not as of old; Blind to the flickering fire-light, Mystic visions my spirit enfold. What means this struggle within me, This
SCRIBE OF “THE IDYLL OF THE WHITE LOTUS” AND “THROUGH THE GATES OF GOLD.” [Some of the readers of LUCIFER have taken great exception to the love passages between Fleta
“ ‘Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply, And weave for God the garment thou seest Him by”. — Erd. Geist, FAUST THE sunset, to the boor
My Lord Primate of all England,— [Page 241] WE make use of an open letter to your Grace as a vehicle to convey to you, and through you to the