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H. P. Blavatsky Scrapbooks

from Adyar archives of the International Theosophical Society

vol. 3 (1875-1878)

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Eminent Rosicrucians

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Lady Shelley a Spiritualist

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<XI>
And what art thou? I know, but dare not speak:
Time may interpret to his silent years.
Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek,
And in the light thine ample forehead wears,
And in thy sweetest smiles, and in thy tears,
And in thy gentle speech, a prophecy
Is whispered, to subdue my fondest fears:
And through thine eyes, even in thy soul I see
A lamp of vestal fire burning internally.

<XII>
They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth,
Of glorious parents thou aspiring Child.
I wonder not—for One then left this earth
Whose life was like a setting planet mild,
Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled
Of its departing glory; still her fame
Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild
Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim
The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name.

The Revolt of Islam
(a fragment of Dedication)
by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817

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<VII>
Thou Friend, whose presence on my wintry heart
Fell, like bright Spring upon some herbless plain;
How beautiful and calm and free thou wert
In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain
Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain,
And walked as free as light the clouds among,
Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain
From his dim dungeon, and my spirit sprung
To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it long!

The Revolt of Islam
(a fragment of Dedication)
by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817

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< I >
So now my summer-task is ended, Mary,
And I return to thee, mine own heart’s home;
As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery,
Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome;
Nor thou disdain, that ere my fame become
A star among the stars of mortal night,
If it indeed may cleave its natal gloom,
Its doubtful promise thus I would unite
With thy beloved name, thou Child of love and light.

The Revolt of Islam
(a fragment of Dedication)
by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817

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↑ Eminent Rosicrucians by Carpenter, William Frater
↑ Lady Shelley a Spiritualist by unknown author

[1] Eminent Rosicrucians by Carpenter, William Frater

[2] Lady Shelley a Spiritualist by unknown author

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+And what art thou? I know, but dare not speak:
+:Time may interpret to his silent years.
+Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek,
+:And in the light thine ample forehead wears,
+And in thy sweetest smiles, and in thy tears,
+:And in thy gentle speech, a prophecy
+Is whispered, to subdue my fondest fears:
+:And through thine eyes, even in thy soul I see
+:A lamp of vestal fire burning internally.
+{{Style S-HPB SB. Editors note|XII}}
+They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth,
+:Of glorious parents thou aspiring Child.
+I wonder not—for One then left this earth
+:Whose life was like a setting planet mild,
+Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled
+:Of its departing glory; still her fame
+Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild
+:Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim
+:The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name.
+|signature=The Revolt of Islam<br>(a fragment of [https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Revolt_of_Islam/Dedication Dedication])<br>by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817}}
+...
+{{Style P-Poem|poem={{Style S-HPB SB. Editors note|VII}}
+Thou Friend, whose presence on my wintry heart
+:Fell, like bright Spring upon some herbless plain;
+How beautiful and calm and free thou wert
+:In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain
+Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain,
+:And walked as free as light the clouds among,
+Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain
+:From his dim dungeon, and my spirit sprung
+To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it long!
+|signature=The Revolt of Islam<br>(a fragment of [https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Revolt_of_Islam/Dedication Dedication])<br>by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817}}
+...
+{{Style P-Poem|poem={{Style S-HPB SB. Editors note| I }}
+So now my summer-task is ended, Mary,
+:And I return to thee, mine own heart’s home;
+As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery,
+:Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome;
+Nor thou disdain, that ere my fame become
+:A star among the stars of mortal night,
+If it indeed may cleave its natal gloom,
+:Its doubtful promise thus I would unite
+With thy beloved name, thou Child of love and light.
+|signature=The Revolt of Islam<br>(a fragment of [https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Revolt_of_Islam/Dedication Dedication])<br>by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817}}
 {{Style S-HPB SB. Continues on | 3-181}}