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…ry vice. (Not that women themselves are unclean ; it is the worship of them as ideals that rots the soul). Again we may say that all the great men of antiquity were sodomites : Socrates, Caesar, Alexander, Martial, Catullus, Virgil, Achilles ; Napoleon, Frederick the Great, Goethe, Shakespeare, Bacon, an unbroken line of English monarchs ; Mohammed, Benvenuto Cellini, Wilde, Symonds, Emerson, Pater, Fitz-Gerald, Leighton, Whitman, Michael Angelo, Leonardo, and a host of others — even unto this hour. But of this hour I will not speak. I am now c…
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…y indifferent to all but the secret purpose — more magical ethics, my disciples ! They are moved neither to pity nor to disgust, for the Great Pity and the Great Disgust have moved them to this Immobility. Next we see love under Christianity, as guilt, disease, weariness ; and the half-man rotten by its revolting filth, consenting to the ruin of mankind and his own death as relief from it. Lastly we see the man magically awakened to a sense of his disaster, too weak to retrieve the past or avert the future, though alive to all its horror. In th…
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…rly if not quite 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. Th…
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…ton 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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82 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. GOVINDA The sweat is on thy forehead like bright stars Amid the milk of the great galaxy. CHAU Thy body gapes like a valley of deodars Between two snowy hills in Tartary. ALEXANDER Ho ! Ho ! a million rats Herald the brat’s First yelp. A vast company of rats issue from her, and rush squeaking into the darkness. MIRIAM God be mine help ! Adrammelek exacts a death For every dance with Astoreth. GOVINDA Cling to the ass-god, quean ! Now while his loud obscene
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…culous Written below the West In Fate’s dark palimpsest ; Obscure — the sun to eclipse ! I fed my flaming lips Upon the limbs of slaves, Great Nubian girls that bled Upon the sands — so laves The sun his fire in cloud When the sea glows glassy red At the buffet of the wind On its cheek all wrinkle-lined. Ah ! thou Lord God ! thus thrice I made thy sacrifice. Still thou art dumb, Though I am duly come
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…iren ! I lift this blade to sheer In one deliberate sweep Of startling light All that man holdeth dear. From the sun’s high steep to the great deep Of unimaginable night To dive — I dive. Lord, now ! Pan ! Pan ! Accept the supreme vow ! The man Shall be no more a man — Stay ! who are these ?
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…t ! Hold the bright hair Firm in one swarthy grip ; And ere the blood leap strong Suck with insensate lip That wine of Pan ! Ah, drink ! Great king — as if the brink Of Ganymede’s own cup flowed over,
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…. From what barbaric seas Ringing the icy North Thus suddenly sprung forth Come ye to mar mine — ease ? For I was nigh at peace With the great soul of things. IST SATYR Hail, king of Kings ! It is our Master’s will That thou partake Of — this ! So do the goat and snake Dance on the pavement of sapphire To the sound of the wind-haunted lyre. And the light of a lewd 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 …
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…tained with mine own maid’s blood. Yea ! for all glorious within Am I, most like the daughter of a king, Voluptuously languishing Like a great queen afloat upon the flood In gilded barge
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…oman-debt To the last mite, the cold grey glutinous sweat — These things, I say, assailed me, bade me pause Praising the goodness of the great First Cause. JOHN Yet all we know His vast benevolence. ISSA Thou hast religion, but no common sense. The cud of wisdom is not duly chewed When whoredom’s whittled with a platitude.
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…venom ; this deformed and bent Dog-like abortion, stinking excrement, Is Slave-morality. Come all ! I have A lyre still tuneable to your great theme, A pit as hospitable as the grave. Come, dead and living ! I am yours to-night. Score after score ! oh God — is this a dream ? Then let me never wake ! Exhaustless might Thrills me — as ever it shall — from the first thrust Of that white wind whose steeltipped gust
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… is completely hidden from the outer world by its ilex, and by the dark fastnesses of yew and cypress about it. The man — Alexander, the great king — stands upright, facing the God, his arms raised as if to smite with the sword. ALEXANDER Naked I stand In the Garden of Pan. Bare is the brand That maketh a man. The saying is said ;
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…the discomfiture of the faith- ful, who were too polite to call the attention of the hostess to their interior pangs. Joyful too was the great tea at Mr. Nunnerley’s where we delayed the prayer meeting one whole hour by plying Mrs. Musty with avalanches of food after everyone else had finished. Ah joy ! as piglike she munched on ! while the hapless brethren (torn between impatience and polite- ness) wrung their hands in anguish. Only my natural reluctance to strike a tragic chord so early in my narrative obliges me to omit some account of the c…
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…; mutton ? think of the poor sheep ! pota- toes ? bad for his fat ; artichoke ? bad for his gout. Tomatoes ? cause of cancer. Wine ? the great curse of our day, my dear sir. Milk ? a mere mass of tubercle bacilli. Water ? Typhoid ! do you want to poison me, my dear friend ? Beer ? Well, perhaps a little beer — for he has sha- res in a brewery. You have already seen how this awful fear of nature and of God is twisted into an engine of oppression and tor- ture against any one who declines to grovel and cringe before their filthy fetish. It is obv…
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…ention of my uncle, in a lucid interval, what I was supposed to have done. I was said to have tried “ to corrupt Chamberlain ” — not our great patriotic statesman, shifty Joe — but a boy. (I was 12 years old, and quite ignorant of all sexual matters till long after). Also I had “ held a mock prayer mee- ting ”. This I remembered. I had strolled up to a group of boys in the playground, who were indeed holding one. As they saw me one said : “ Brother Crowley will now lead us in prayer ”. Brother Crowley was too wary, and walked away. But instead …
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…d of the Masters to the World) must move with that world and follow it into its corruption, redeeming the same. The simple humanity, the great guffawing indecency, of Shakespeare is well enough for the pagan society of Eliza- beth. The splendid savage Jehovah is sane enough and grand enough for nomadic Israel. But since then the World is Christianized, and there is a need for the bitter- ness of Shelley and Byron, the intense “ justification by sin ” doctrine of Swinburne. Perhaps we are wrong to have thought of Swinburne as having recanted ; i…
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…ose to my documents as any one has any reason to expect. With regard to the plot, I must ask my readers to believe in the existence of a great magical brotherhood
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… With my father’s death the small schisms which had hitherto lopped off a few members every year or two were altogether surpassed by the great Raven heresy which split the body into two equal halves, and extinguished the last sparks of its importance. I am going beyond my subject, but I cannot refrain from telling the awful story of the Meeting at Oban. The Meeting at Oban consisted of a Mr. Cameron and his wife and the bedridden mother of one of the two, I for- get which. Now as it is written : “ wheresoever two or three are gathered together …