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…lfhood made One with the Everlasting Lords of Life. The Glorified through Trial is My Name. The Rescuer of Matter is My Name. I am the Heart of Jesus girt about With the Swift Serpent ! I, Osirified, Stand in this Hall of Twofold Truth and say : Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe ! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hath not formed ! Holy art Thou, O Vast and Mighty One ! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light ! Holy art Thou, O Light above all Gods ! O Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy King Ineffable, O Consciousness Divine I whose white Presence, even I, a god…
1905 · PDF PAGE 94
VENUS 89 Thou art all too far for my kiss : thou art hidden past my prayer. Thy wing too wide, and the bliss too sweet for me to share. Thou art Nature and God ! I am broken in the wheelings of thy car ; Thy love-song unheard or unspoken, and I cannot see thy star. Thou art not cold, but bitter is thy burning cry to me. My tiny heart were fitter for a mortal than for thee. But I cast away the mortal, and I choose the tortured way, And I stand before thy portal, and my face is cold and grey. Thou lovest me with a love more terrible than death ; …
1905 · PDF PAGE 73
…CATION The clinging skirts of Time. My place is fixed In the abyss beyond all Stars and Suns. I AM, the Resurrection and the Life ! Holy art Thou, Lord of the Universe ! Holy art Thou, whom Nature hath not formed ! Holy art Thou, the Vast and Mighty One ! O Lord of Darkness and O Lord of Light !
1905 · PDF PAGE 43
…ll stain Star-space with blood as the price thou sharest Sweet with thy lovers, whose passing pain Ripens to marvellous after-gain. Thou art the fair, the wise, the divine ! Thou art our mother, our goddess, our life ! Thou art our passion, our sorrow, our strife ! Thou, on whose forehead no lights ever shine, Thou, our redeemer, our mistress, our wife, Thou, barren sister of deathlier brine, Venus Callipyge, mother of mine !
1905 · PDF PAGE 164
… state ! O woman without change or joy or date I await thy oracle as the Delphian stone’s ! So thou to me : best lover of . . . Thou who art love and pity and clean art, Wearing a rosebud on thy blood-bright heart, A lily on thy brows ; I comprehend Thy mystic utterance : read its rune aright : For . . . , love ; for Aleister, delight. * So the schoolboy : Nemo sapit omnibus horis—no one is safe in an omnibus with ladies. 159
1905 · PDF PAGE 136
…er and kissed them ? Shall thy people lament thee and swoon, And we miss thee if thy love missed them, Awaiting the moon ? But thou, who art Light, and above them, Who art fire and above them as fire, Shall thy sightless eyes not love them Who are all of thine own desire ? Immaculate daughters of passion, Shalt thou as they pass be past ? And thy people bewail thee, Thalassian, Lost, lost at the last ? III Nay, ere ye pass your people pass, As snow on summer hills, As dew upon the grass, As one that love fulfils, If he in folly wills Love a las…
1905 · PDF PAGE 167
…ael, Velasquez, Michael Angelo, Stare, gape, and splutter when they see thy colour, Reds killing roses, greens blaspheming grass. O thou art simply perfect, don’t you know ? Than thee all masters of old time are duller, O artiste of the Quartier Montparnasse ! [This parody on the style of my own poems on the Art of Rodin was written to furnish the subject of it with a critical eulogium for domestic use. May she forgive one who has not less a sincere admiration for her work be-cause he is capable of a jest at its expense !—A. C.] 162
1905 · PDF PAGE 2
O R A C L E S THE BIOGRAPHY OF AN ART UNPUBLISHED FRAGMENTS OF THE WORK OF ALEISTER CROWLEY WITH EXPLANATORY NOTES BY R. P. LESTER AND THE AUTHOR 1905 Society for the Propagation of Religious Truth BOLESKINE, FOYERS, INVERNESS
1905 · PDF PAGE 47
42 THE BLOOD-LOTUS Why art thou paler when the moon grows loftier in the troublous sky ? Why dost thou beat and heave when I press lips of fire, hell’s princeliest boon, To thy mad petals, green and gold like angels’ wings, when as a flood God’s essence fills them, and the blood throughout their web grows icy cold ? To thy red centre are my eyes held fast and fervent, as at night Some sad miasma lends a light of strange and silent blasphemies To lure a soul to hell, to draw some saint’s charred lust, to tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, a…
1905 · PDF PAGE 83
78 THE HERMIT’S HYMN TO SOLITUDE Not in the laughter loud, Nor crying of the crowd, But in the farthest sea, the yet untravelled land. Where thou hast trodden, I have trod ; Thy folk have been my folk, and thine abode Mine, and thy life my life, and thou, who art thy God, my God. VII Draw me with cords that are not ; witch me chanted Spells never heard nor open to the ear, Woven of silence, moulded in the haunted Houses where dead men linger year by year. I have no fear To tread thy far irremeable way Beyond the paths and palaces of day, Beyond…
1905 · PDF PAGE 128
…ugh the city wall, he came Out to the living flame Of lambent water and the carven quay, Stone, like embroidery ! All the dear beauty of art’s soul sublime He looked on the last time, And trod the figured steps, and found the ledge At the white water’s edge Where the king’s pinnace lodged ; but he put by That shell of ivory, And chose a pearl-inwoven canoe, whose prow Bore the moon’s own bright brow In grace of silver sculputred ; and therein He stepped ; and all the water thin Laughed to receive him ; now the city faded Little by little into m…
1905 · PDF PAGE 93
88 VENUS Buried my heart in thy sorrow, cast down my soul at thy knees. Thou, thou hast left me no morrow. Days and desires, what are these ? Nay, I have torn from my breast passion and love and despair : Sought in thy palaces rest, sleep that awaited me there ; Sleep that awaits me in vain : I have done with the hope of things ; Passion and pleasure and pain have stung me, and lost their stings. Only abides there a hollow, void as the heart of the earth. Echo may find it and follow, dead from the day of her birth. Life, of itself not insatiate…
1905 · PDF PAGE 190
…very hotel, every reading- room, in every English-speaking country in the world, with a copy of this marvelous volume. The Star and the Garter. Is. A popular edition of the greatest love-poem of modern times. The private edition of this wonderful poem sold out before publication, and there is not a single copy to be had at any price whatever. The Argonauts. 5s. This drama of Ancient Greece contains no controversial matter, unless the amusing attack on Rudyard Kipling in Act 2 be counted as such. It is just a masterpiece of ripe scholarship and …