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1912 · PDF PAGE 46

Sir Palamedes

… men. The Gods are nigh, say they, at hand. How warma throb from Venus stirs The pulses of her worshippers ! Nor shall the Tuscan God be found Reluctant from the altar-stone : His perfume shall delight the ground, His presence to his folk be known In darkling grove and glimmering shrine— O ply the kiss and pour the wine! Sir Palamede is fairly come Into a place of glowing bowers, Where all the Voice of Time is dumb: Before an altar crowned with flowers He seeth a satyr fondly dote And languish on a swan-soft goat. Then he in mid-caress desires …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 246

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…within me, if only I desire Thee and pant after Thee. I went round the Streets and Squares of the City of this World seeking Thee; and I found Thee not, because in vain I sought without for Him who was within myself.” 238

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1909 · PDF PAGE 246

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…within me, if only I desire Thee and pant after Thee. I went round the Streets and Squares of the City of this World seeking Thee; and I found Thee not, because in vain I sought without for Him who was within myself.” 238

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1909 · PDF PAGE 351

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…e fish took unusually well, so that he stood and filled his basket. Indeed they took so well that he forgot all about the tide, and soon found him- self cut off from the land. Mansie shouted and shouted, but he was far from any house, and nobody heard him. The water rose until it reached his knees, and then his hips, and then his shoulders. He shouted until he was hoarse, and then gave up all hope of life. But just as the sea was encircling his neck and coming now and then in little ripples to his mouth, just as the sea had almost lifted him fr…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 351

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…e fish took unusually well, so that he stood and filled his basket. Indeed they took so well that he forgot all about the tide, and soon found him- self cut off from the land. Mansie shouted and shouted, but he was far from any house, and nobody heard him. The water rose until it reached his knees, and then his hips, and then his shoulders. He shouted until he was hoarse, and then gave up all hope of life. But just as the sea was encircling his neck and coming now and then in little ripples to his mouth, just as the sea had almost lifted him fr…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 222

Magick Without Tears

…so well that, putting his hands on the ground, he could swing his body to and fro in the air between them. When I looked into his room I found him not seated on his meditation mat, which was in the centre of the room at the end farthest from the window, but in a distant corner ten or twelve feet off, still in his knotted position, resting on his head and right shoulder, exactly like an image overturned. I set him right way up, and he came out of his trance. He was quite unconscious that anything unusual had happened. But he had evidently been t…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 146

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE EQUINOX XV After long dreamless sleep I knew The tale that had fled my tongue, I found it far in the water blue, In the song by the skylark sung, In the melody slow of the waving corn, In the rushing of wind through the vines re-born, And wherever the water-lilies grew, And the green, green willows swung. XVI And still the lady of my dream As a light before me goes ; I see her in the sun’s last gleam, In the moonlight on the snows. Ah! chiefly then her song is sung, When the moon o’er the dark green woods is hung; She is born at midnight on…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 146

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

THE EQUINOX XV After long dreamless sleep I knew The tale that had fled my tongue, I found it far in the water blue, In the song by the skylark sung, In the melody slow of the waving corn, In the rushing of wind through the vines re-born, And wherever the water-lilies grew, And the green, green willows swung. XVI And still the lady of my dream As a light before me goes ; I see her in the sun’s last gleam, In the moonlight on the snows. Ah! chiefly then her song is sung, When the moon o’er the dark green woods is hung; She is born at midnight on…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 289

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…being able to give its phenomena to another and philo- sophise about them calmly, afforded me the means of a most clear investigation. I found that his case was exactly analogous to those of B. and myself; for, like us, he recog- nised in distinct inner types every possible sensation, our words making a visible emblematic procession before his eyes, and every perception of whatever sense becoming tangible to him as form and audible as music. 271

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1910 · PDF PAGE 289

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…being able to give its phenomena to another and philo- sophise about them calmly, afforded me the means of a most clear investigation. I found that his case was exactly analogous to those of B. and myself; for, like us, he recog- nised in distinct inner types every possible sensation, our words making a visible emblematic procession before his eyes, and every perception of whatever sense becoming tangible to him as form and audible as music. 271

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1910 · PDF PAGE 70

The Winged Beetle

…eath, So that we seemed a stillness—whiter than The stars, more silent than the stars, a crown Of stars ! For in the icy kiss of death I found that God that is denied to man So long as love and thought And life avail him aught.

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1922 · PDF PAGE 380

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…mary of the situation. The moon sank behind the hill, the peasants finished their wine and went off singing to their cottages; Lou and I found ourselves alone under the stars. The breeze bore the murmur of the sea up the scented slopes. The lights in the town went out. The Pole Star stood above the summit of the rock. Our eyes were fixed on it. We could imagine the precession of the FEquinoxes as identical with our own perpetual travelling through time. Lou pressed my hand. I found myself repeating the words of the creed. ““T confess my life, o…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 317

Magick Without Tears

284 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS mildewed parchments of obsolete laws until they found some long-forgotten piece of mischief that might stop it. The withered husks of womanhood, idle, frustrated, spiteful and malignant, called up their forces, blackmailed the Church into supporting them, and began a senseless string of prosecutions. Notable in infamy stands out the name of Mrs. Ormiston Chant. So here we had the trial of some harmless girl for "accosting"; it was a scene from this that inspired Raven Hill's admirable cartoon. A "pale young curate" is i…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 179

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… in the angry air; Wild mznads with their fiery snakes enwound In the black waves of my abundant hair. Now hath my life a little respite found In the brief pauses exquisite and rare; In the strong chain of music I am bound And all myself before myself lies bare. Drown me, oh, drown me in your fiery stream! Wing me new visions, fierce enchanting birds ! Peace is less dear than this delirious fight! For all the glowing fragrance of a dream And all the sudden ecstasy of words Deluge my spirit with a lake of light.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 117

The World’s Tragedy

64 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. To utter forth some doom of dread — But now ? A young man in a white robe is found standing before her. THE YOUTH Maiden, be comforted ! The Lord hath listened unto thy lament, The ululation of that wolfish stress ; And I am sent To heal thy loneliness. MIRIAM Ah ! thou art not as he that saw me To-day. Thou art comelier than he, And softly mayest thou draw me From this perplexity. But hast thou — hast thou such a thing of fear (Like an old giant’s knotty spear) As he ? Thou dost not laugh and leer As he did. No ! I will…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 209

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…or anything that has once been lost. I made up my mind immediately to forget about it; I take it as a matter of fact that anyone who has found anything would steal it; yet equally as a matter of course that it would be returned to me by the finder as simply as one would hand a lady the fan she had dropped, with no question of honesty or reward. But Eckenstein insisted on my going back to the station immediately. We saw the station master and got permission to walk up the tracks --- quite a long distance, hardly less than a quarter of a mile ---…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 427

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ked. No villa was visible. I said so. She had to agree; yet stuck to her point that she saw it. I subsequently returned to that spot and found that a short section of wall, perhaps fifteen feet of narrow edge of masonry, is just perceptible through a gap in the vegetation. We drove on; we came to a tiny piazza, on one side of which was a church. "That is the square and the church", she exclaimed, "that I saw in my dream!" We drove on. The lane became narrower, rougher and steeper. Little more than a hundred yards ahead it was completely "up", b…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 38

Rodin in Rime

…brows of thy anguish, we see what the weight of it did To the patient despair of the brain. Shall no God strike a blow? Shall no hero be found the unbearable burden to rid ? And if these be extinct—'tis a fiend that laughs eager and low: “Shall beauty avail thee, Caryatid ?” 22

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1910 · PDF PAGE 416

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… men. The Gods are nigh, say they, at hand. How warma throb from Venus stirs The pulses of her worshippers ! Nor shall the Tuscan God be found Reluctant from the altar-stone : His perfume shall delight the ground, His presence to his folk be known In darkling grove and glimmering shrine— O ply the kiss and pour the wine! Sir Palamede is fairly come Into a place of glowing bowers, Where all the Voice of Time is dumb: Before an altar crowned with flowers He seeth a satyr fondly dote And languish on a swan-soft goat. Then he in mid-caress desires …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 416

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

… men. The Gods are nigh, say they, at hand. How warma throb from Venus stirs The pulses of her worshippers ! Nor shall the Tuscan God be found Reluctant from the altar-stone : His perfume shall delight the ground, His presence to his folk be known In darkling grove and glimmering shrine— O ply the kiss and pour the wine! Sir Palamede is fairly come Into a place of glowing bowers, Where all the Voice of Time is dumb: Before an altar crowned with flowers He seeth a satyr fondly dote And languish on a swan-soft goat. Then he in mid-caress desires …

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