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Page 18 of 1001903 · PDF PAGE 12
…his little black Buddha-rupa. There was a calm like unto—might I say, an afterwards ? “ There is an end of joy and sorrow, Peace all day long, all night, all morrow,” he began drowsily. A shrill voice rose in a great curse. The hoarse anger of drunken harlotry snarled back. “ Not a drop more,” shouted my friend, adding many things*. It was time for my return. “ I will let them know,” I whispered. “ Good- bye.” “ ‘ There is not one thing with another ; But Evil saith to Good : ‘ My brother—’ ” he went on unheeding. I left him to his peace. My re…
1910 · PDF PAGE 79
…see. Surely some angel shed Flowers for the maiden head, Ephemeral flowers ! I yearn, not comforted. My heart is vainly bled Through age-long hours. To thee my spirit turns ; My bright soul aches and burns, As a dry valley yearns For spring and showers. Splendid, remove, a fane Alone and unprofane I know thy breast. These bitter tears of pain Flood me, and fall again Not into rest. Me, whose sole purpose is To gain one gainless kiss, And make a birds my bliss, Shrined in that nest.
1913 · PDF PAGE 75
…epulchre of day. The moon is up : upon the prow We stand and watch the moon . A star is lustred on your brow ; Your lips begin a tune, A long , low tune of love that swells Little by little , and lights The overarching miracles Of Love's desire , and Night's. It swells, it rolls to triumph -song Through luminous black skies : Thrills into silence sharp and strong , Assumes its peace , and dies . There is the night : it covers close The lilies folded fair Of all your beauty , and the rose Half hidden in your hair . There is the night : unseen I …
1922 · PDF PAGE 5
…ather the dear delights we know and hold; The first cool kiss, within the water cold That draws its music from some bubbling well, Looks long, looks deadly, looks desirable, ‘The touch that fires, the next kiss, and the whole Body embracing, symbol of the soul, And all the perfect passion of an hour. Turn to me, pluck that amaranthine flower, And leave the doubtful blossoms of the sky! You dare not kiss me! dare not draw you nigh Lest I should lure you to remain! nor speak Lest you should catch the blood within your cheek Mantling. You dared en…
1954 · PDF PAGE 14
…based upon the Enochian system of Magick. Crowley states that they were written by a Mr. Gerard Aumont, and that he is quoting from that long essay. I met Gerard Aumont late in 1928. He was at that time a French journalist who lived and worked in Tunisia, though he came up to Paris every now and again to meet with Crowley. The entire content of this long essay bears entirely too many distinguishing features of Crowley himself for it to have been penned by anyone other than Crowley. It would appear that Crowley was quite willing to have written …
1898 · PDF PAGE 51
… both Are met to kiss the last good-bye, Because sweet glances weep for ruth That we must part, and love must die. Remembrance of love’s long delights Is to remember sighs and tears, Yet I will think upon the nights I whispered into passionate ears The fond desires, the sweet faint fears. My lover’s limbs of lissome white Gleamed in the darkness and strange light, The wondrous orbs voluptuously Bent on me all unearthly bright : But we must part, and love must die.
1905 · PDF PAGE 138
…ul perceived the jest Of man and mortal things. And there I vowed a solemn oath To Aphrodite fair, Sealing that sacramental troth With a long curl of hair, And the strange prayer’s reiterant growth Sent shining through the air. (Invoking Aphrodtte) Daughter of Glory, child Of Earth’s Dione mild By the Father of all, the A‘gis-bearing King! Spouse, daughter, mother of God, Queen of the blest abode In Cyprus’ splendour singly glittering. Sweet sister unto me, I cry aloud to thee ! I laugh upon thee laughing, O dew caught up from sea! Drawn by sha…
1922 · PDF PAGE 384
Latest Novels TYLER OF BARNET Bernard Gilbert Author of Old England This long, powerful novel shows the dilemma of a middle-aged man with an invalid wife and grown-up children, who falls passionately in love for the first time. As he is a man of iron self-control he represses his passion till it bursts all bounds, with a tragic result. No one now writing knows so well or describes so vividly life in the English countryside as does Bernard Gilbert. THE PIT-PROP SYNDICATE Freeman Wills Crofts Another brilliantly ingenious detective story by the a…
1922 · PDF PAGE 369
…‘ I discovered my will four days ago,” she said very seriously. ‘‘ It was the night that you and Big Lion climbed Deep Ghyll and took so long over Professor’s Chimney, that you missed the champagne dinner.” “ Yes, yes,’”’ I said impatiently, ‘‘ and what was it ? ” She put her hands behind her back and bent her head. Her eyelids closed over her long slanting eyes, and her red, snaky mouth began to work tremulously. “While you were asleep after tiffin,” she said, ‘‘ Big Lion took me up to the semicircular seat on the hill above the Strangers’ Hou…
1922 · PDF PAGE 370
…y work. And I didn’t understand.” We stood awhile in silence. Both our hearts were seething with suppressed necessity to speak. It was a long, long while before I found a word; and when it came, it was intense and calm and confident. “T love you.” Not all the concentration given by heroin, or the
1903 · PDF PAGE 54
…She read—and saw me but a beardless boy, Too young to fear, too gentle not to pity, Not overbold ; quite powerless to destroy Her life’s long peace, the ten-year-walléd city. Why be too cruel, check such baby joy ? She said “ I think the poem very pretty.” 34
1903 · PDF PAGE 10
… upon thy breast Even as the rose. Wilt thou not lull it into rest, Some strong repose More satisfying than pale sleep ; Than death more long, more deep? Hail! at the twilight as at dawn ! The sunset close Even on the lake as on the lawn ! The red ray glows Across the woven stardrift’s ways In mystery of Maurya’s praise. Hear me, thy priest, at eventide ! These subtler throes Than love’s or life’s, invade, divide The world of woes. Thy smile, thy murmur of delight, be enough To fill the world with life and love ! [He bends over into deep revere…
1912 · PDF PAGE 92
…d unto the tideless sea, That the keen whisper of the wind May bring him that which never men Knew—on the quest, the quest, rides he! So long to seek, so far to find ! So weary was the knight, his limbs Were slack as new-slain dove’s; his knees No longer gripped the charger rude. Listless, he aches ; his purpose swims Exhausted in the oily seas Of laxity and lassitude. The soul subsides; its serious motion Still throbs ; by habit, not by will. And all his lust to win the quest Is but a passive-mild devotion. (Ay! soon the blood shall run right …
1913 · PDF PAGE 190
…is haven, Under the streams that flow from that lost fire... . Oh, woe! Oh, woe to me that have seen this, Oh, woe unutterable! the last long kiss Hath slain me, O thou nymph with wanton eyes! And now the sunlight dies A moment from the skies Over the Abyss. . . .
1913 · PDF PAGE 190
…is haven, Under the streams that flow from that lost fire... . Oh, woe! Oh, woe to me that have seen this, Oh, woe unutterable! the last long kiss Hath slain me, O thou nymph with wanton eyes! And now the sunlight dies A moment from the skies Over the Abyss. . . .
1929 · PDF PAGE 89
…d, the above considérations would make out a strong case. Frater Perdurabo was quite convinced in one part of his mind of this identity, long before he got any actual memories as such.1 II • « • * 1 * , . . Unless one has a groundwork of this sort to start with, one must get back to one’s life as best one can by the methods above indicated. 1. Long since writing the above, the publication of the biography of Eliphas Levi by M. Paul Chacornat has confirmed the hypothesis in innumerable striking ways. 53
1906 · PDF PAGE 34
…free. XM. There is no soul. See yonder gleams the starry shoal Of orbs incalculably vast. They are not present: they are past, Since the long march of shuddering light Made years the servants of its might. There is no soul. A. These stars thou seest Are but the figuring of thy brain. NV. Then of all things the soul were freest 4. Move then the centre of thy pain! XN. *Tis done. A. A trick to cheat a child. NV. It is the truth that I am naught. Hear what I have gathered in the wild, Flowers of imperishable thought With glory and with rapture clo…
1912 · PDF PAGE 60
…g a baby at her breast, Drunk and debauched, one solid stench, But carrying a silver lute. ’Boardeth her, nor doth baulk nor blench, And long abideth brute by brute Amid the unsavoury denizens, Until his melodies uproot The oaks, lure lions from their dens, Turn rivers back, and still the spleen Of serpents and of Saracens. Thus then equipped, he quits the quean, And in a city fair and wide Calls up with music wild and keen The Questing Marvel to his side. Then do the sportful city folk About his lonely stance abide: Making their holiday, they …
1913 · PDF PAGE 165
… vain . John . Still , still I seek Him : all of you are wrong . He must exist . I cannot understand Why He withholds His countenance so long . Farewell . Joscelyn . Stay ! See , Bernardo is at hand . John . Bernardo ! Joy ! Come , herald of the dawn , Renowned Bernardo , whom men call the true ! The cloud shall lift . The veil shall be withdrawn . Hail , prophet , bail ! My spirit yearns for you . ( Bernardo enters . All Hail ! Hail ! John . Oh , learned master , solve our grief ! By whom were we uplifted from the sod ? We lean upon thy wisdom…
1913 · PDF PAGE 191
… dust : I was the love that dies, And I had slain the lover With song. Ah! Night! discover Her of the wanton eyes That fled before me So long, And scattered o'er me Alas! the star-dust that should blind mine eyes, And hide me from the skies. Is love so strong? So weak the lover? Yea, night shall yet discover My song, my veiléd song. 153