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…u wilt not comprehend it, as when understanding some common thing: Onacuzs oF Zonoastes. J presenting this theory of the Universe to the world, T have but one hope of making any profound impres- sion, viz.—that my theory has the merit of explaining the divergences between three great forms of re now existing in the world—Buddhism, Hinduism, and Christianity, and of adapting them to ontological science by conclusions not mystical but mathematical. Of Mohammedanism I shall not now treat, as my acquaint- ance with its tenets is very imperfect, and…
1904 · PDF PAGE 45
…s no Angela that loves me. (A sound of sobbing in the trees.) Whom have we here ? (Advances.) ’Fore God, the most beautiful woman in the world, except my Molly ! And her scent ! O she is like some intimate tro- pical plant, luring and deadly ! — I am afraid. (He discovers Angela.) Madam, can I aid you ? ANGELA. Leave me ! Leave me ! I am the wretchedest girl on the wide earth. SIR PERCY. The comeliest, mademoiselle. (Aside.) O see this is a woman of the world. To her with speeches fit for such then.
1911 · PDF PAGE 175
A COMMENT UPON THE NATURES OF THE AETHYRS 30. Without the cube—the material world—is the sphere- system of the spiritual world enfolding it. The Cry seems to be a sort of Exordium, an external showing forth of the coming of the new Aeon, the Aeon of Horus the crowned child. 29. The disturbance of Equilibrium caused by the Coming of the Aeon. 28. Now is a further and clearer shadowing-forth of the Great Mystery of the Aeon which is to be led up to by the Aethyrs. Note however that the King of the New Aeon never appears until the very first Aethy…
1928 · PDF PAGE 148
munched, devoured, swallowed, but with the lightest and most careless air in the world. She retained me long enough in ecstasy; she had a soft, dreamy, English, romantic way of saying, I am hungry. And she repeated these words day and night, showing the prettiest teeth in the world, which would have softened and enli- vened you at the same time. I might have made my fortune by showing her at fairs as the Polyphagous Wonder. I fed her well, and yet she left me. For a provision merchant, no doubt? Something of the sortan officer of commi…
1910 · PDF PAGE 66
56 THE HAWK AND THE BABE See yon solitary star ! What a world of blackness wraps Round it ! Unimagined gaps ! Let it be ! Content thy car With the voyage to things that are ! Nor, an thou perchance behold How I plunge and batten on Earths exenterate carrion, Deem torquoise match midden-mould Or deny the Hawk of Gold !
1910 · PDF PAGE 185
I32 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. JOHN Nay, thou Greek heretic devil, have done ! Before He is dead a schism begun ? Say Homoousios ! THE GREEK Never, dog Jew ! Homoiousios ! JOHN Master, decide ! ISSA O may I cease ! If my spirit to you I must commend. JOHN Are you now satisfied ? Clear as — THE GREEK You lie, pathic ! JOHN Pandar !
1944 · PDF PAGE 71
…fore the Arch of Swords, beneath which the Royal Marriage takes place. The Sword is primarily an engine of division. In the intellectual world‐which is the world of the Sword suit‐it represents analysis. This card and Atu XIV together compose the comprehensive alchemical maxim: Solve et coagula. This card is consequently one of the most fundamental cards in the Tarot. It is the first card in which more than one figure appears. [The Ape of Thoth in Atu I is only a shadow.] In its original form, it was the story of Creation. Here is appended, for…
1911 · PDF PAGE 212
…, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of light. From these soft splendours of a dream 1 turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain. Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and youth Are phantoms of a further truthi Beyond the splendour of the world, False glittering of the gold, A Serpent is in slumber curled In wisdom’s sacred cold, Life is the flaming of that flame Death is the naming of that name, The forehead of the snake is bright With …
1911 · PDF PAGE 212
…, And kindle at a livelier coal The subtler soul of light. From these soft splendours of a dream 1 turn, and seek the Self supreme. This world is shadow-shapen of The bitterness of pain. Vain are the little lamps of love! The light of life is vain! Life, death, joy, sorrow, age and youth Are phantoms of a further truthi Beyond the splendour of the world, False glittering of the gold, A Serpent is in slumber curled In wisdom’s sacred cold, Life is the flaming of that flame Death is the naming of that name, The forehead of the snake is bright With …
1919 · PDF PAGE 183
…nstruction in a matter of all importance, to wit, the means to betaken to extend the Dominion of the Law of Thelema throughout the whole world, | sairs_| ———
1922 · PDF PAGE 73
Au Pays de Cocaine 59 will go a bit further than that. I don’t believe the greatest artist in the world could invent what we felt, and if he could he couldn’t describe it. I’m trying to describe it myself, and I feel that I’m not making out very well. Come to think of it, the English language has its limitations. When mathemati- cians and men of science want to exchange thoughts, English isn’t much good. They've had to invent new words, new symbols. Look at Einstein’s equations. I knew a man once that knew James Hinton, who invented the fourth …
1909 · PDF PAGE 9
… hundred and seventy-seven years since the trouble in the Monastery. There were assembled many holy men from every part of the civilised world, learned doctors, princes of the Church, bishops, abbots, deans, all the wisdom of the world ; for the Question was important—how many teeth were there in a horse’s mouth. For many days the debate swung this way and that, as Father was quoted against Father, Gospel against Epistle, Psalm against Proverb; and the summer being hot, and the shade of the monastery gardens pleasant, a young monk wearied of th…
1909 · PDF PAGE 9
… hundred and seventy-seven years since the trouble in the Monastery. There were assembled many holy men from every part of the civilised world, learned doctors, princes of the Church, bishops, abbots, deans, all the wisdom of the world ; for the Question was important—how many teeth were there in a horse’s mouth. For many days the debate swung this way and that, as Father was quoted against Father, Gospel against Epistle, Psalm against Proverb; and the summer being hot, and the shade of the monastery gardens pleasant, a young monk wearied of th…
1910 · PDF PAGE 147
138 AMBERGRIS For brighter from age unto age The weary old world shall renew Its life at the lips of the sage, Its love at the lips of the dew. With kisses and tears The return of the years I sure as the starlight is true. Yet the drift of the stars is to beauty, To strength, and to infinite pleasure. The toil and the worship and duty Shall turn them to laughter and leisure. Were the world understood Ye would see it was good, A dance to a delicate measure. Ye fools, interweaving in passion The lyrical light of the mind ! Go on, in your drivelli…
1913 · PDF PAGE 171
… to me who have to sing this thing! He sang of blood, and how men mar and spill; He sang of love, and how men love and kill; He sang the world as never yet twas sung; He sang the will to fashion joy from ill: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! And even as he sang with easy tongue, With lips that quivered as his spirit stung, Crying aloud unto the Muse who sings, New glory flung unto him to him clung: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing| Oh! Woe to me who have to sing these things ; I was the Minstrel whom Enchantment brings : She …
1913 · PDF PAGE 171
… to me who have to sing this thing! He sang of blood, and how men mar and spill; He sang of love, and how men love and kill; He sang the world as never yet twas sung; He sang the will to fashion joy from ill: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! And even as he sang with easy tongue, With lips that quivered as his spirit stung, Crying aloud unto the Muse who sings, New glory flung unto him to him clung: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing| Oh! Woe to me who have to sing these things ; I was the Minstrel whom Enchantment brings : She …
1922 · PDF PAGE 166
…wake! Awake as. one never is > While sleep is a possible end, Awake in the void, the abyss Whose thirst is an echo of this That martyrs, world without end, (World without end, Amen }) The man that falters and yields , For the proverb’s ‘“‘ month and an hour” To the lure of the snow-starred fields Where the opium poppy’s aflower. Only the prick of a needle Charged from a wizard well! Is this sufficient to wheedle A soul from heaven to hell? Was man’s spirit weaned From fear of its ghosts and gods To fawn at the feet of a fiend? Is it such terrib…
1909 · PDF PAGE 77
XII How the yahoos will rage and rave about Our sloughs! ’ Appalling double suicide ! " 'Osrible detiles '. In the world without We never yet consented to abide. What should we care, within this cave of bliss, This ocean of content, wherein we dive And play like dolphins, for the horrid hiss Of blow-flies ? Nay, they never were alive! O the sweet sleep that fastens on these brows! O the enchauntment of this dreamy god, My mystic sister, my mellific spouse, That shepherds us with his hermetic rod Into the flowery folds of love and sleep Where we…
1919 · PDF PAGE 280
…nkind that deifiest, Being that race, most royally run To spring sunshine through winter storm. Glory and worship be to Thee, Sap of the world-ash, wonder-tree! First SeMicHorus. Men. Glory to thee from gilded tomb! SECOND SEMICHoRUS. WoMEN. Glory to thee from wait- ing womb! Men. Glory to Thee from earth unploughed! Women. Glory to Thee from virgin vowed! MEN. Glory to Thee, true Unity Of the eternal Trinity! Women. Glory to Thee, thou sire and dam And self of Iam that Iam! MEN. Glory to Thee, beyond all term, Thy spring of sperm, thy seed and…
1910 · PDF PAGE 133
… shakes its ocean-bathed tresses, The bright sun broadens over all the earth. The green leaves fall, fall into his caresses, And all the worlds heart leaps, again addresses Its life, and girds it in the golden girth. Then noon full-fashioned lies upon the steep. The large sun sighs and turns his bridle-rein, Thinks of the ocean, turns his heart to sleep, Laughing no longer, not yet prone to weep, Feeling the prelude of the coming pain. The hills and dales are dumb beneath the heat, And all the world lies tranced or mutely dreaming,