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Page 12 of 831910 · PDF PAGE 434
…merrie England’s summer sun Their shields and arms a-glittering glance And laugh upon the mossy mead. Now winds the horn of Palamede, As far upon the horizon He spies the Questing Beast a-feed. With loyal craft and honest guile They spread their ranks for many a mile. For when the Beast hath heard the horn He practiseth his ancient wile, And many a myriad beasts invade The stillness of that arméd glade. Now every knight to rest hath borne His lance, and given the accolade, And run upon a beast: but they Slip from the fatal point away And course…
1910 · PDF PAGE 434
…merrie England’s summer sun Their shields and arms a-glittering glance And laugh upon the mossy mead. Now winds the horn of Palamede, As far upon the horizon He spies the Questing Beast a-feed. With loyal craft and honest guile They spread their ranks for many a mile. For when the Beast hath heard the horn He practiseth his ancient wile, And many a myriad beasts invade The stillness of that arméd glade. Now every knight to rest hath borne His lance, and given the accolade, And run upon a beast: but they Slip from the fatal point away And course…
1954 · PDF PAGE 22
…ormation and an encyclopedia of occult learning not to be found elsewhere. Though the title of the book may be amusing, the contents are far from being so. Crowley's reputation as a writer and teacher of the greatest magnitude must be enhanced by these letters, which are thus strongly recommended to all who seek the Light. There are some magnificent flashes of profundity in this book as when Crowley examines the necessity of keeping a diary, a personal record of all practices undertaken. A great deal of what we know about him is due to the fact…
1905 · PDF PAGE 8
CONTENTS Complains of the antithesis of desire and power—'‘ Let the far music of oblivious years” . . Laments—‘‘ How can one hour dissolve a year’s delight” Tells of his wooing— ‘‘ / child-like medttative mood” Eurydice’s song—‘‘ O shape half seen of love, and lost” Continues the tale of his wooing—"* Such teene my falling bt snapped” Invokes Aphrodite—‘‘ Danghter of Glory, child” Continues the tale of his wooing —" I cage the lavish ore and sate” Eurydice’s song—" Who art thou, love, m what sweet name I quicken” . Continues the tale of his woo…
1913 · PDF PAGE 87
Norman Davey . Far from life and land , unnumbered ships - enmeshed while sailors slumbered Glide in dripping weed encumbered to that magic, tragic main : While from out the sunset sheening , sounds a song of bitter meaning , Waking all the intervening oceans with its sad refrain . As your gallant ships go sailing - blocks acreaking , log atrailing , Can 't you hear us wailing , wailing ? Will you never , never heed Us , who lie with mate and man dead - sailless , rudderless and stranded Ever firmly , foully banded , bound with bleak Sargasso w…
1904 · PDF PAGE 65
…E. Dear, dear ! That’s bad, bad, bad. There, there, no doubt we shall be able to do something. MOLLY. My father thinks it is worse — oh, far worse ! I am to go away into service — oh ! oh ! GLENSTRAE. And so you shall, my dear, so you shall. Come and live with my wife as her companion, and we will try and find your lover for you. No doubt the arts of this — er — designing
1898 · PDF PAGE 110
…han hell fire, And bid them fade, as if the bryony Let her flower die, And banished them through space, as if a star Dropped through the far Vault of the sky, and, as a lamp extinct With blood-red tinct, Went out. So lonely in mysterious night A wild, strange light Flickers around the sacred head of man, And bids him scan The scroll of heaven, and see if there be not, Black with no blot Of cloud, but golden lettered on the blue That mothers dew, This message of good hope, good trust, good fate And good estate : Work on, hope ever, let your fait…
1909 · PDF PAGE 6
…ghteen.2 . . . . . . VII. Thy royal Edwards undivided love Hath been thy lifelong privilege, tis true ! Still, is he not, though us so far above, Our Edward too ? . . . . . . XII. Why did the heathen Hindoos loyal roar Acclaim that dream brighter than bard eer dreamt ?3 He worshipped thee4 . . . XIII. Twas not thy Georges viking frame that set Australia cheering : but their souls surprise The God within his magian deeply-set Mysterious eyes.5
1902 · PDF PAGE 56
…have tasted once of this In its own lesser way. Ten years ago I loved a maiden called Elizabeth. A child she was, so delicate and frail, Far, white, and lonely as the coldest star Set beyond gaze of any eye but God's ; And, to forget her, found due somnolence In such a warm brown bosom as thine own 54
1910 · PDF PAGE 132
THE BLUE DWARF. 79 All a pirate’s hoarded store From the islands of the West Gathered far with blood and tears For three score and seven years. All this wealth of virgin gold This thy babe shall helt and hold. He shall buy the souls of priests ; Forge men chains, and make them beasts ; Give the carrion soldier meat, And corrupt the judgment-seat. With it he shall seethe the snake Of his faith in fire-hot blood ; Hurt the humble, strew the stake With the faggots ; gild the rood That for many a year shall brand With its blight full many a land. C…
1954 · PDF PAGE 194
…GY 161 nobody could possibly read them all thoroughly, and he would be a great fool to try. But he may do little harm by going into them far enough to observe that hardly any half-dozen are agreed even on the foundations of their system, hardly any two upon the meaning of any given aspect, dignity, or position; there is not always agreement even upon what questions pertain to which houses. There are a few completely quack systems, such as those which mix up the science with Toshosophical hypotheses; naturally you discard these. But even of gene…
1905 · PDF PAGE 147
…s serene upon the sorrowing world. Mighty is wisdom : as a man climbs high upon the hills ice- crowned, Surveys, aloof, the toiling folk far distant on the dusty ground. Among the sleepers vigilant, among the thoughtless eager- eyed The wise speeds on ; the racer so passes the hack with vigorous stride. By earnestness did Maghava attain of Gods to be the Lord. Praise is one-pointed thought’s reward ; Dispersion is a thing abhorred. The Bhikkhu who in Earnestness delights, who fears dispersions dire, His fetters all, both great and small, burnin…
1954 · PDF PAGE 392
… smoke were rising from the triangle, leaving the rest of the room practically clear. Finally, at the climax of the ritual-we had got as far as the "stronger and more potent conjuration"-we both saw, vaguely enough, but yet beyond doubt, parts of a quite definite figure. In particular, there was a helmet suggesting Athene (or, horror! Brittania!), part of a tunic or chlamys, and very solid footgear. (I thought of "the well-greaved Greeks.") Now this was very far from satisfactory; it corresponded in no wise with the appearance of Buer which
1907 · PDF PAGE 46
…shall they say, who come apace After us, heedless, gallant? Seeing Our statues, hearing of our race Heroic tales, half-doubted, being So far beyond a rime to trace. What shall they say? For secret we Have held our love, and holy. Splendour Of light, and music of the sea And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly. These were our ways. And who shall know? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing? Historic shall we go Down through our country’s golden stories? Shall lovers whisper ‘Even so 26
1905 · PDF PAGE 68
… penniless. BRANDON, Unnatural puppy ! PERCY. My mother’s spirit forgives you, and in my heart is no longer the desire for vengeance. So far have I risen, but not far enough to forget that you are the most abominable villain that plagues God’s beautiful world with his infesting life. BRANDON [ze2¢h setdden calnness|. This to his father! say, you wretch? PERCY [to VAUGHAN]. I will go, my true new father. Kiss Esmé for me a hundred times ! BRANDON [breaking from the Footmen]. Damn you; that’s your game, is it? No, you go with me, Sir Poet. [Rushi…
1922 · PDF PAGE 241
…ve become quite blind to the spiritual world. Keletiel never comes. I must wait, wait, wait for the Holy Spirit ; but that’s a memory so far, far off ! There are times when I almost doubt it, yet my faith is the only thing that prevents my going insane. I can't endure without H. The sympathy of suffering has brought Peter closer. We lie about and look at each other; but we can’t touch, the skin is too painful. We are both restless as it is impossible to describe. It irritates us to see each other like this, and we can’t do anything; we constant…
1954 · PDF PAGE 393
360 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS the Goetia had led us to expect. Worse, this was as far as it wen t; no doubt, seeing it at all had disturbed our concentration. (This is where training in Yoga would have helped our Magick.) From that point it was all a wash-out. We could not get back the enthusiasm necessary to persist. We called it a day, did the banishings, closed the temple, and went to bed with our tails between our legs. (And yet, from a saner point of view, the Operation had been a shining success. "Miraculous" things began to happen; in one way…
1899 · PDF PAGE 245
…ter. Yet I may be happy, storing honey Lover's lips hold, gathering the sunlight Eyes and hair have kept for me, delighting In the bells far-off, in yonder thrushes, In the tawny songster of the forest, In the stream’s song, in the words of passion Ringing true and deep and most enduring, Echoes of the deeper words unspoken In the hearts of two undying lovers. Will they pierce one day to other nations Clear and strong and triumphing? It may be. Then we shall not envy you, my Horace! 223
1904 · PDF PAGE 53
A REFRAIN OF A FAR COUNTRY WHERE flower and foam draw close to kiss, And seabirds call to nightingales, And olives mix with clematis ; Where the sun seeks a path, and fails To burn the beechen groves, and rails On the cool leaves, that bend and meet To shape us arches in the dales Where Love has chosen our retreat ! No tide is lapping on the sand Where the stream sleeps along the glade; No nymphs are bathing on the strand, Nor in the pools a Tuscan maid ; Nor lurks a fawn within the shade ; Nor springs the moss to foxes’ feet; For all the world…
1905 · PDF PAGE 174
…The perpetual rhythm of change, On earth and in heaven deluded With time, that the soul of us kills, I have passed. I have brooded, fled far to the wooded And desolate hills. Not there is the changing of voices That lament or regret or are sad, But the sun in his strength rejoices, The moon in her beauty is glad. As timeless and deathless time passes, And death is a hermit that dwells By the imminent masses of ice, where the grasses Abandon the fells. There silence, arrayed as a spectre, Is visible, tangible, near, To the cup of the man pours n…