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Sir Palamedes
THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD SIR PALAMEDES THE SARACEN KNIGHT; AND OF HIS FOLLOWING OF THE QUESTING BEAST ALEISTER CROWLEY 3
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Sir Palamedes
THE HIGH HISTO! GOOD SIR PALAM THE SARACEN Kn AND OF HIS FOLLOY OF THE QUESTING BY ALEISTER CROV RIGHTLY SET FORTH 4
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Though one by one the heroes fall, Their desperate way they slowly win, And knightly cry and comrade-call Rise high above the savage din. Now, now they land, a dwindling crew ; Now, now fresh armies hem them round. They cleave their blood-bought avenue, And cluster on the upper ground. Ah! but dawn’s dreadful front uprears ! The tall towers blaze, to illume the fight; While many a myriad heathen spears March northward at the earliest light. Falls thy last comrade at thy feet, O lordly-souled Sir Palamede? Tearing the savage from his seat, He le…
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THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD SIR PALAMEDES THE SARACEN KNIGHT AND OF HIS FOLLOWING OF THE QUESTING BEAST BY ALEIST ER CROWLEY RIGHTLY SET FORTH IN RIME WIELAND & COMPANY, 3 GREAT JAMES ST. BEDFORD ROW, LONDON. ANNO PSEUDO CHRISTI, MCMXII. PRICE FIVE SHILLINGS NET
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…s dame, Forgetful of his knightly oath, And careless of his kingly name. Befooled and cuckolded, the king Is yet the king, the king most high ; And on his life the hinges swing That close the door of chivalry. *Sblood! shall it sink, and rise no more, That blaze of Time, when men were men? That is thy question, warrior Sir Palamede the Saracen ! II
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…ing toward the westering disk Of the tall sun; they battle through Those weary days; the wind is brisk; The stars are clear; the moon is high. Now, even as a white basilisk That slayeth all men with his eye, Stands up before them tapering The cone of speechless sanctity. Up, up its slopes the pilgrims swing, Chanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ Behold the secret of my quest In this far-famed stability| 69
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…and muscle ache Before he reach the icy fold That Palamede the Saracen Within its hermitage may hold. At last he cometh to a den Perched high upon the savage scaur, Remote from every haunt of men, From every haunt of life afar. There doth he find Sir Palamede Sitting as steadfast as a star. Scarcely he knew the knight indeed, For he was compassed in a beard White as the streams of snow that feed The lake of Gods and men revered That sitteth upon Caucasus. So muttered he a darkling weird,
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… on his head a crown ; But on his shoulders drapes a pall Of velvet flowing sably down Above his vest of cramoisie. Now doth the king of high renown Demand him of his dignity. Whereat the dwarf begins to tell A quest of loftiest chivalry.
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…a dense, Closing the harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks him many a myriad vision, Warring within him masterless, Turning devotion to derision, Beatitude to beastliness. E 65
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…ll TueErE is a rock by Severn mouth Whereon a mighty castle stands, Fronting the blue impassive South And looking over lordly lands. Oh! high above the envious sea This fortress dominates the tides ; There, ill at heart, the chivalry Of strong Sir Palamede abides. Now comes irruption from the folk That live by murder: day by day The good knight strikes his deadly stroke; The vultures claw the attended prey. But day by day the heathen hordes Gather from dreadful lands afar, A myriad myriad bows and swords, As clouds that blot the morning star. S…
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XLI Sir ARTHUR sits again at feast Within the high and holy hall Of Camelot. From West to East The Table Round hath burst the thrall Of Paynimrie. The goodliest gree Sits on the gay knights, one and all ; Till Arthur: “ Of your chivalry, Knights, let us drink the happiness Of the one knight we lack ” (quoth he) ; “ For surely in some sore distress May be Sir Palamede.” Then they Rose as one man in glad liesse To honour that great health. ‘“God’s way Is not as man’s” (quoth Lancelot). “Yet, may God send him back this day, His quest achieved, to …
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…g ! Hail! horror of the midnight surge ! The storms of death, the lashing gust, The doubtful gleam of swords that urge Hot laughter with high-leaping lust!
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…ith illimitable light, And there in constant war abides, Smiting the spangles of the snow ; Smiting until the vernal tides Of earth leap high ; the steady flow Of sunlight splits the icy walls : They slide, they hurl the knight below. Sir Palamede the mighty falls Into an hollow where there dwelt A bearded crew of monachals Asleep in various visions spelt By mystic symbols unto men. But when a foreigner they smelt They drive him from their holy den, And with their glittering eyeballs pelt Sir Palamede the Saracen.
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Quod he: “ By Goddes holy spell, So high a venture was not known, Nor so divine a miracle. A certain beast there runs alone, That ever in his belly sounds A hugeous cry, a monster moan, As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now God saith (I swear it by His holy wounds And by His lamentable death, And by His holy Mother’s face !) That he shall know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace Who shall achieve this marvel quest.” Then Arthur sterte up from his place, And sterte up boldly all the rest, And sware to seek this…
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THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD xiii, At Naples he thinketh of the Beast as author of Evil, because Free of Will. The Beast, starting up, is slain by him with a poisoned arrow ; but at the moment of Its death It is reborn from the knight’s own belly. xiv, At Rome he meeteth a red robber in a Hat, who speaketh nobly of It as of a king-dove-lamb. He chaseth and slayeth it ; it proves but a child’s toy. xv. In a Tuscan grove he findeth, from the antics of a Satyr, that the Gods still dwell with men, Mistaking orgasm for ecstasy, he is found ridiculous. x…
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