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Page 1 of 1241910 · PDF PAGE 90
THE EQUINOX which will teach him how to control his mind. Little by little, as the body comes under control, does the mind assert its sway over the body; and little by little, as the mind asserts its sway, does it come gradually, little by little under the rule of the Atman, until ultimately the Atman, Augoeides, Higher Self or Adonai fills the Space which was once occupied solely by the body and mind of the aspirant. Therefore through the death of the body as it were is the resurrection of the Higher Self accomplished, and the pinnacles of tha…
1910 · PDF PAGE 90
THE EQUINOX which will teach him how to control his mind. Little by little, as the body comes under control, does the mind assert its sway over the body; and little by little, as the mind asserts its sway, does it come gradually, little by little under the rule of the Atman, until ultimately the Atman, Augoeides, Higher Self or Adonai fills the Space which was once occupied solely by the body and mind of the aspirant. Therefore through the death of the body as it were is the resurrection of the Higher Self accomplished, and the pinnacles of tha…
1910 · PDF PAGE 15
…ιον, οιον αλγος επαθον, φιλαι EURIPIDES. Amsterdam, December 23rd, 1897. Let me pass out beyond the city gate. All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now, and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean, these old black streets ! a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun, and I Watch his red face pass over, fade away To other streets, and other passengers, See him take pleasure where the heathen pray, See h…
1913 · PDF PAGE 69
Aleister Crowley . THE GOAD . AMSTERDAM , December 23rd , 1897. ET me pass out beyond the city gate . All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now , and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean , these old black streets ! a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun , and I Watch his red face pass over , fade away To other streets , and other passengers , See him take pleasure where the heathen pray , See him…
1907 · PDF PAGE 277
… and goblin , are but the fairies of Grimm or Andersen , or the gnomes who spring through the flooring of Drury Lane to the amazement of little children . The human first adores images , then imaginations ; the little girl who loves her doll will neglect it to tend her youngest little brother or sister , whom she will kiss and pinch in the true fashion of the human ; and when scarcely in her teens will commence those necessary and attractive adornments to enable her shortly to have a real little doll of her own . The little boy will forsake his…
1922 · PDF PAGE 218
204 The Diary of a Drug Fiend saw that he had taken a little pocket-knife and cut the string of the bottle. He had levered out the cork, and dipped the knife into the powder. He measured out a dose with a queer cunning questioning smile in his eyes. , My breath was coming quickly and shallowly. I gave a hurried little nod. I seemed to hear myself saying, “A little bit more.” At least, he added to the heap. “A little mild stimulant is indicated,” he said, with an imitation of his bedside manner. He was kneeling in front of my chair, and held up …
1905 · PDF PAGE 64
THE POEM. A LITTLE DRAMA IN FOUR SCENES. 1598. I dedicate this play * to the gentleman who, on the evening of June 24th, 1898, turned back in Shaftesbury Avenue to give a halfpenny to a little girl, and thereby suggested to me the idea here rendered. SCENES, Piercy. J, THE ANGEL oF Pity. I am sad to-night. I am very lonely in Tl. ‘Tum ANGEL OF LOVE. this place. If. THe ANGEL OF DEATH. IV. ‘THe FORM OF ‘THE FOURTIL WAS LIKE VAUGHAN. THE S ¥ Gop.! , THE SON OF Go Chere are plenty of people about. PERSONS. PERCY. PERCY BRANDON (a Poet) People—mere…
1919 · PDF PAGE 197
STEPPING OUT OF THE OLD ZEON is no longer for us, for we can no longer see the Sun, any more than in our little old-zeon consciousness we could see ourselves. All around us is perpetual Night, but it is the Starlight of the Body of Our Lady Nuit in which we live and move and have our being. Then, from this height we look back upon the little planet Earth, of which we, a moment ago, were a part, and think of Ourself as shedding our Light upon all those little individuals we have called our brothers and sisters, the slaves that serve. But we do n…
1898 · PDF PAGE 15
Amsterdam, December 23rd, 1897. LET me pass out beyond the city gate. All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now, and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean, these old black streets, a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun, and I Watched his red face pass over, fade away To other streets, and other passengers, Saw him take pleasure where the heathen pray, Saw him relieve the hunter of his furs, All t…
1903 · PDF PAGE 109
THE FORTY-SEVENTH DAY “ Thou ever young, fresh, lov’d, and delicate wooer.” Timon of Athens. The little money that we had to spend Was gone long since : the little more I stole Followed : I pledged than all things but my soul (On which the usurers refused to lend) To raise our utmost, till a ship should send Much plenty from the Sunset : to control And stop her yet a little while, the whole I meant to waste before the week should end. Thus we went Northward to the capital, Desolate huts and ways funereal, An hateful town ; earthquake and heat a…
1907 · PDF PAGE 48
LA CASQUE D'OR A NINA OLIVIER OU laughing little light of wickedness, low ripples round you love and coils And twists the Casque of Gold about the child-face with a child-caress. O glory of the tangled net! O subtle vase of scented oils! You laughing little light of wickedness! Through all the misty wind of light that glamours round you, sorceress, Your face shines out with feline grace, exults, a tiger in the toils! They shall not hold your passion in: fling, fling your lips, my murderess, On mine that I may pass away, a vapour that your passi…
1928 · PDF PAGE 12
II THE DESPAIR OF THE OLD WOMAN THE little shrivelled-up old woman felt her- self happy again in looking on the pretty child, to whom everyone was paying court, whom everyone was trying to please; a pretty crea- ture, as fragile as the little old woman herself, and like her, too, without teeth or hair. And she approached it, wooing it with baby-talk and pleasing faces. But the frightened baby struggled in the arms of the hag, and filled the house with its screams. Then the good old woman withdrew herself again into her eternal solitude, and wep…
1913 · PDF PAGE 9
…odies moved against each other in parallel lines and our countrymen , under the happy conduct of his Royal Highness , went breaking , by little and little, into the line of the enemies , the noise of the cannon from both navies reached our ears about the City , so that all men being alarmed with it, and in a dreadful suspense of the event which we knew was then deciding , every one went following the sound as his fancy led him , and leaving the town almost empty , some took towards the park , some cross the river , others down it; all seeking t…
1928 · PDF PAGE 91
…heir wrists, nymphs and goddesses carrying fruits, pastry and game on their heads, Hebes and Ganymedes offering with outstretched arms a little vase of soothing drinks, or the two- coloured pyramid of mixed ices, all history and all mythology dragged into the service of glut- tony. Directly before us on the pavement stood fixed a fine fellow of forty years old, with tired face and beard gone grey, holding by one hand a little boy, and carrying upon the other arm a little creature too weak to walk. He did a ser- vants office and took his childr…
1904 · PDF PAGE 66
… Mary Wilson. To skate lightly over the preliminaries, there was a beautiful milliner, thought strict, but really very lascivious, and a little girl of twelve with a hairless crack complete, thought lascivious but really very strict : and her schoolmistress, a tall woman of thirty with an arse like a steam-roller, a coyote like a slatequarry, and a clitoris like Lord Penrhyn, for it had been known to stand out for seven years against the demands of the work- man. They got the little girl at a disadvantage over a chair, while Leila and I looked …
1907 · PDF PAGE 62
ACROBATES Y little lady light o’ limb Twirls on her lover's twisting toes. Lithe as a lynx, red as a rose, She spins aloft and laughs at him. So gay the pose, so quaint the whim, One stares and stares: it grows and grows. So swift the air she seems to skim One’s senses dazzle; wonder glows Warm in one’s veins like love—who knows? One follows till one’s eyes are dim My little lady light o’ limb. 38
1901 · PDF PAGE 106
92 THE LESBIAN HELL So in a little from the silent Hell Rises a spectre, disanointed now, Who bears a cup of poison terrible, The seal of God upon his blasted brow, To whom His angels bow. Rise, Phantom disanointed, and proclaim Thine own destruction, and the sleepy death Of those material essences that flame A little moment for a little breath, The love that perisheth ! Rise, sisters, who have ignorantly striven On pale pure limbs to pasture your desire, Who should have fixed your souls on highest Heaven, And satiated your longings in that fir…
1901 · PDF PAGE 93
THE GATE OF THE SANCTUARY. 81 So shall the angel faces watch for your own souls still. A little pain and pleasure, a little touch of time, And you shall blindly reach to the subtle and sublime ; You shall gather up your girdles to make ready for the way, And by the Cross of Suffering climb seeing to the Day. Then we shall meet again in the Presence of the Throne, Not knowing ; yet in Him ! O Thou ! knowing as we are known.
1906 · PDF PAGE 66
To little children, as the storm-tossed bark Hails in the dark Some hardly visible harbour light; we hold The hours of gold To our own breasts, whose hours are iron and brass :— } So swift they pass And grind us down :—we hold the wondrous light Our scattering sight Yet sees, the one star in a night of woe. We trust, and so Lift up our voices in the dying day Indeed to pray: O little hands that are so soft and strong, Lead us along !
1903 · PDF PAGE 73
… Of power attaining unto peace, And meditation’s virgin might Pregnant with twins—love and release. Are you not ready? Let us leave This little Paris to its fate! Our friends a little while may grieve, And then forget : but we, elate, Live in a larger air : awake, Compassion in the Halls of Truth! Disdain love for love’s very sake! Take all our beauty, strength, and youth, And melt them in the crucible To that quintessence at whose gleam Gold shudders and grows dull ; expel The final dross by intimate stream Of glowing truth, our lunar light! A…