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1910 · PDF PAGE 173

The World’s Tragedy

…nd he Hath begotten upon me A secret wonder that must wait For the hour of the falling of thy fate, Nineteen centuries shalt thou Plague earth with that agonizing brow, And then that age of sordid strife Give place to the aeon of love and life. A lion shall rise and swallow thee, Bringing back life into Arcady. So strong shall he roar that the worlds shall quake And the waters under the heaven break, That the earth, of thy father’s hate accurst, Shall be greener and gladder than at first. ISSA I shall endure then, if the Ultimate Be reached thr…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 121

The World’s Tragedy

68 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Broke in my body to its lust. What ? Are ye done ? There is a distant chorus Of robust voices ; the earth heaves and pants As if the seven and seventy elephants Snow-white of Solomon made hither, marched On the black earth sun-parched Into the battle-front ; grave and sonorous, A clang of arms salutes these ears, that twitch To catch the zenith pitch Of aught that, human or divine, Might pour some drowsy wine, Poppy-heads bruised and seethed In milk of asses ivy-wreathed With honey and spice and wine moon-pale Strained t…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 174

The World’s Tragedy

…ent And all thy father’s hate corrode Thy will, as the breath of a bloat toad Might rot the lungs of a young child. Then were indeed the earth defiled And the sole seedling that must lurk In the desert world — waste by thy Work — Itself its loveliness transplant To a flawless field whose grace should grant Life to that bright inhabitant. ISSA These eyes are blind with blood and tears ; They strain across the doubtful years ; They search the stars : the earth they scan ; All, all spells Misery to Man. Of whom I am. First, fables gross and foul H…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 23

The World’s Tragedy

…as bad as that of the Plymouth Brethren. I had, however, cut myself adrift from all these things. I had lived among the great men of the earth, and the great mountains of the earth. Pollitt had made a poet of me ; Eckenstein had made a man of me ; Cecil Jones and Allan Bennett had made a God of me. I had forgotten the Plymouth Brethren ! But early in this spring, I went down to Eastbourne to my mother’s house, and some of the old bitterness came back. In her house were two vile old women, hypocrites and slaves to the marrow. The mere meanness a…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 181

The World’s Tragedy

… Jew ! YAUGH WAUGH Butch ! The game is fairly started. I will back to night and chaos. — Ha ! Hoo ! Formlessly presiding Over the ruined earth. Ga ! Ga ! Ab — ab — ab — ab — ab — He flies off. ISSA Behold ! He hath forsaken me. The doom is fixed, but my spirit is free From his loathsome company.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 150

The World’s Tragedy

THE BLUE DWARF. 97 GOVINDA Dance, o thou mannikin Dwarf and malign To the clink of Earth’s pannikin Drained of its wine ! CHAU Dance, to the scream Of strangled humanity, The delirious dream Of the Vampires of Vanity ! The kings rise, bow, and depart. THE KINGS Away, away like the wanton wind ! One to the groves of ilex tall ; One to the plains of infinite Ind ; One beyond the Mongol wall. As we met, so we part. Three great kings and one true heart !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 114

The World’s Tragedy

…E GIRL They have not stirred. I am unseen, unheard. Now for some honey of note Plucked from the black lion’s throat ! There is no moon : earth is too still. A heat, yet bitter chill, Is in the air, the windless air. O for a breath of snow-wind on The crest of Lebanon ! I would that boy that laughed

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1910 · PDF PAGE 133

The World’s Tragedy

…e of thought. ALEXANDER Mother, I have brought him myrrh. Sorrow black and sinister Shall his name bring to the race. Wheresoever on the earth Shall be heard his hissing name Shall be madness and disgrace, Falsehood, barrenness, and shame For the folk of praise and worth. All the pure, the fair, the young Shall taste curses on his tongue ; But the old, the chill, the base, Shall find beauty in his face. Also, of Astarte’s fruit We have brought him orchis root. Cinquefoil, and musk, and fins Of the turtle and the shark Scraped with damiana-bark,…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 190

The World’s Tragedy

…on From horizon to horizon. Beauty, strength, virtue, all are gone. (the eclipse passes.) Now sudden springs the natural face Of all the earth’s old grace. The broad sun smiles, as if that fatal close Of the revel in the garden of Eros

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1910 · PDF PAGE 191

The World’s Tragedy

…old... Yea ! I will wait throughout the centuries Of the universal man-disease Until the morn of his titanic birth... The Saviour of the Earth !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 93

The World’s Tragedy

…wd understanding Shines in them, and they lick their lips, and spill Slaver of the stars ! Hail, king ! With Him fulfil The sacrament of earth Imperiously commanding That leaps again to birth At the divided flood

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1910 · PDF PAGE 28

The World’s Tragedy

…land, and the oldsters may totter unconverted to their graves. Then these boys, becoming men, may bring about the new heaven and the new earth. You are not a Crowleian till you can say fervently “ Yes, thank God, I am an atheist.” For the ’ transvaluation of all values ’ must yet again take place, when those are all dead and damned who have forced us into the painful position we now occupy. The “ man-eating beasts because of whom we dare not love thee ”, once gone, we can revive the true cultus of the Logos ; the chastitymongering masturbators …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 8

The World’s Tragedy

…od family, reasoned thus : The Bible is the Word of God. If its literal interpretation is once abandoned, the whole structure crashes to earth. This it will be seen is identically the Catholic position, save that for “ literal ” Rome reads “ Ecclesiastical.” Darby, too, found himself forced into the practical admis- sion that “ literal ” meant Darbeian ; for some of the more obvious contradictions and absurdities in the Bible are too necessary to the practical side of religion to be ignored. Seeing this, they devised an elaborate system of ment…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 13

The World’s Tragedy

… started a school for the Sons of Brethren at 51, Bateman Street, Cambridge. May God bite into the bones of men the pain of that hell on earth (I have prayed often) that by them it may be sowed with salt, accursed for ever ! May the maiden that passes it be barren, and the pregnant woman that beholdeth it abort ! May the birds of

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1910 · PDF PAGE 42

The World’s Tragedy

PREFACE. XXXVII Crowley — the Saviour of the Earth. So that the reader need only turn back to the title-page to see that the Light hath indeed arisen in the darkness. THE ENGLISH SPIRIT It was in my mind to discourse freely upon this enga- ging topic ; but to say truth I am somewhat weary, having now written for some six hours, and being well assured that if I once laid down the pen nothing would persuade me to resume the distasteful task. For there is no ecstasy in argument and exposition as there is in Poetry. That is why journalists are such…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 20

The World’s Tragedy

…as, an Oxford man and a traveller. He taught me sense and manhood, and I shall not easily forget my debt to him. I hear he is dead — may earth lie light upon him ! Of course my Mother and her brother my uncle Tom couldn’t stand him. (I must excuse my mother and my Uncle. The former was the best of all possible mothers, only marred beyond belief by the religious monomania which perhaps started in what one may call “ Hysteria of Widow- hood ” ; the latter a typical sexual degenerate.) They stole his letters and faked up some excuse for getting ri…

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