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1929 · PDF PAGE 40

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…d a soporific or a sham and a swindle. “I was brought up a Presbyterian “How easily I drifted into the English Church! “And now where is God? “Where is the Lamb of God? “Where is the Saviour? “Where is the Comforter? “Why was I not saved from that devil? “Is he going to eat me again? To absorb me into him? O fate inconceivably hideous! It is quite clear to me—I hope you've got it down, Magdalen!—that the demon is made of all those that have died of Bright's disease. There must be different ones for each disease. I thought I once caught sight of…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 160

Oracles

…o fond ! He dared not—not for his sake but for hers. So he bent down, and passed away beyond In space, in time. [The myriad ministers Of God, seeing her soul, prayed God to send One spirit yet to turn him—subtly stirs The eternal glory of god’s mouth ; “ The end Is not, nor the beginning.” Such the speech Our language fashions down—to comprehend.] The wood broke suddenly upon the beach, Curved, flat ; the water oozing on the sand Stretched waveless out beyond where eye might reach, A grey and shapeless place, a hopeless land ! Yet in that vast,…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 217

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

… chaste I Our madness hath no touch of bitterness, No taste of foulness in the morning mouth. AUTONOE. 0 mouth of ripe red sunny grapes! God! God! Evoel Dwell! Abide! AGAVE. I feel the wings Of love, of mystery; they waft soft streams Of night air to my heated breast and brow. M/ENADS. He comes! He comes! AGAVE. Silence, 0 girls, and peace! The God's most holy presence asks the hymn, The solemn hymn, the hymn of agony, Lest, in the air of glory that surrounds The child of Semelé, we lose the earth And corporal presence of the Zeus-begot. AUTONO…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 217

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

… chaste I Our madness hath no touch of bitterness, No taste of foulness in the morning mouth. AUTONOE. 0 mouth of ripe red sunny grapes! God! God! Evoel Dwell! Abide! AGAVE. I feel the wings Of love, of mystery; they waft soft streams Of night air to my heated breast and brow. M/ENADS. He comes! He comes! AGAVE. Silence, 0 girls, and peace! The God's most holy presence asks the hymn, The solemn hymn, the hymn of agony, Lest, in the air of glory that surrounds The child of Semelé, we lose the earth And corporal presence of the Zeus-begot. AUTONO…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 166

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…(Nibbana! Ah! Thou shoreless Sea !) Man, man alone, is doomed to fear, To suffer the eternal woe, 630 Or else, to meet man’s subtle foe, God—and oh! infamy of terror! Be like him—like him! And for ever! At least I make not such an error: My soul must utterly dissever — 635 Its very silliest thought, belief, From such a God as possible, Its vilest from his worship. Never! Avaunt, abominable chief Of Hate’s grim legions ; let me well 640 Gird up my loins and make endeavour, And seek a refuge from my grief, O never in Heaven—but in Hell! Death-bed…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 114

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…the earth to lift the final shroud, And, having burst Faith’s coffin, to lay by The winding-sheet of Infidelity, And rise up naked, as a god, to hear This message from the reawakened sphere ; Words with love clothed, with life immortal shod :— ‘* Mankind is made a little part of God.” ! Till the response, full chorus of the earth, Flash through the splendid portals of re- birth, Completing Truth in its amazing span :— ‘** Godhead is made the Spirit that is Man.” To whose white mountains, and their arduous ways, Turn we our purpose, till the fai…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 71

The Mother’s Tragedy

THE FATAL FORCE 57 THE LEPER. It is finished! The sacrament is made! The god Has flamed within the altar-cake: 'tis done! [Szlence: presently the leper breaks into a hor- rible, silent, smooth laughter. Again silence. PACHAD. I am done with godhead: let me be a man. CHORUS. Hail, Pachad, king of Egypt and the Nile! Hail, Pachad, Lord of the two lands, all hail ! PACHAD. King of himself and lord of life and death, No lesser throne! I have borne me as a god, Avenging on my nearest blood the sin That brought me shameful to the shameless light. I h…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 81

Oracles

…, Even as a star became the soul of silence most profound. IV Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened, I sat and listened, if God’s voice should break And pierce the hollow of my ear that hearkened, Lest God should speak and find me not awake— For his own sake. No voice, no song might pierce or penetrate That enviable universal state. The sun and moon beheld, stood still. Only the spirit’s axis, will, Considered its own soul and sought a deadlier deep, And in its monotone mood Of supreme solitude Was neither glad nor sad because it d…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 70

Collected Works (Vol. I)

THE POEM 63 VAUGHAN. Esmé, I am here, your father. ESME. Ah! it comes back. He is dead. Oh, God! Oh, God! And we were to have been married a month to-day. VAUGHAN. And he left the poem and could not finish it. . finished—it is finished ! EsME [potnting to scattered papers on a table}. What have you been doing with those papers, father? VAUGHAN [astonished]. They are not mine, child. I did not see them till you showed me. [7Zaking papers.] Why, they are in your handwriting; what arethey? [Reading, cradually becomes aware that something strange h…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 25

The Sword of Song

… (Nibbanna ! Ah ! Thou shoreless Sea !) Man, man alone, is doomed to fear, To suffer the eternal woe, Or else, to meet man’s subtle foe, God—and oh ! infamy of terror ! Be like him—like him ! And for ever ! At least I make not such an error : My soul must utterly dissever Its very silliest thought, belief, From such a God as possible, Its vilest from his worship. Never ! Avaunt, abominable chief Of Hate’s grim legions ; let me well Gird up my loins and make endeavour, And seek a refuge from my grief, O never in Heaven—but in Hell! “Oh, very wel…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 139

Konx Om Pax

…loso hy at first hand, which is well worth consideration. Captain Fuller describes “ rowleyanity” as being “ the conscious communion with God on the part of an Atheist, a transcending of reason by sce ticism of the instrument, and the limitation of scepticism by direct consciousness o the Absolute.” He defines God later on as the Relation between man and the Absolute, and he says “it is the search after this relationship—God— that Crowley so frequently and ardently depicts. " He cries in one place: By the sun's heat, that brooks not his eclipse A…

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1914 · PDF PAGE 17

Chicago May

…lete, Perfect, through all the ages to endure— Ahi! then T love you after all—the years Dissolved in the black bowl—these bitter tears © God! I love you more than I love her, Because you are lost, because you are mere dung. ‘That makes your pearl shine! Stark and sinister The curses wither on my frozen tongue: My God! My God| let me be damned, me too, But let me be the means of saving you!

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1905 · PDF PAGE 42

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ed in her veins, To freshen them, who stood like death, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains With heavy kissing breath. I said: Our Lady is as God, Her hell of pain as heaven above; Death’s feet, like Sleep’s, with fire are shod, And Lust is likest Love. Our Lady crushed me in her bed ; Between her breasts my life was wet ; My lips from that sweet death were fed ; I died, and would forget. But so God would not have me die ; Her deadly lips relax and fade, Her body slackens with a sigh Reluctant, like a maid. I said : O vainpire ? Lover, weep, Who can…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 158

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Harold Monro . Lazarus . Thy soul ! Joscelyn . 'Tis Lazarus . Lazarus . Dives , thou hast none. God knows thee not. I speak in no extreme: The rich have forfeited their souls — not one Can enter Heaven . Do not thou blaspheme ! Men praise the rich : once I was one of those . But, now I know the restfulness of dearth , I would not sacrifice my tattered clothes For all the gathered fortunes of the earth . [ Lazarillo appears . God is not found in strife , nor in the mart ; He is not on the land nor in the sea , But deep in the recesses of the hea…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 33

Household Gods

…e, blaspheme and jeer At any mystery beyond your sphere Of beer, and beef, and becr, and beef, and beer. Now you have frightened the shy god! Crassus. Why heed? Between your—arms—is all the god I need. ALICIA. Prudish and coarse to the last. Now hush indeed! The stream kisses the lake. We near the shrine. Stir no snapped twig. Let your foot—even yours— Fall like a fawn's. Crassu ‘Your breath is like new wine. Aurcia, Hush now! no porpoise gambols! Crassus. How obscure’s The glimmer of the lake. Is that the isle? 36

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1907 · PDF PAGE 211

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… All wild things Yearn towards the kiss that ends in blood. AGAVE. Blood! Blood! Bromius, Bromius! Ha! Bring wine ! MAENADS. Come, sweet God, Come forth and lie with us ! AUTONOE. Us, maidens now And then and ever afterwards ! AGAVE, Chaste, chaste ! Our madness hath no touch of bitterness, No taste of foulness in the morning mouth. AUTONOE, O mouth of ripe red sunny grapes! God! God ! Evoe! Dwell! Abide! AGAVE. I feel the wings Of love, of mystery ; they waft soft streams Of night air to my heated breast and brow. MANADS. He comes! Iie comes! …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 21

Aceldama

…t name the side of Jesus bleeds In sympathy new-nurtured by the trust Of man’s forgiveness that his passion breeds— These petty crimes ! God grant they grow intense in newer, worthier times ! XX. Yet—shall I make me subject to a pang So horrible ? O God, abase me still ! Break with Thy rod my unrepentant will, Lest Hell entrap me with an iron fang ! Grind me, most high Jehovah, in the mill That grinds so small ! Grind down to dust and powder Pride of Life—and all ! 2 1

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1910 · PDF PAGE 100

The World’s Tragedy

…, and bruised, and rotten. 2ND NYMPH So shall full-fed brothel-knaves Kick them to indecent graves In the name of the sweet Dove That is God — for God is Love. ALEXANDER See ye naught but cruelty In the infinite To-Be ? Look you, I have seen a star Threatening pestilence or war In the vault that hangs — a splash Like a scar.

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1907 · PDF PAGE 70

The Star in the West

THE VIRGIN 63 The god has fallen , the god is caught , caught and bound in the lusts of the manhood he assumed . No Galilean is he to be crucified for his own or others ' sins , and he wins his freedom at the price of Charicles ' liberty. Nature breaks into a welcome chant of joy , the lovers are reunited , the men's praise is for Archais , and the eyes of the maidens are fixed on Charicles . The tale is nearly ended , the lovers wend their way through the joyous throng midst song and chorus , then from the lips of Archais rises : Light and dar…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 164

Collected Works (Vol. II)

158 THE SWORD OF SONG Will Satan be saved? Who pardons Judas ? God's fore- knowledge of Satan's fall and eternal misery makes him re- sponsible for it. It he and Judas are finally re- deemed, we might perhaps look over the matter this once. Poet books his seat. Creator in (Granting him Godhead) merciless To all the anguish and distress About him—save to him it clung And prayed. Give me omnipotence? I am no fool that I should fence That power, demanding every tongue To call me God—I would exert That power to heal creation’s hurt ; Not to divide …

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