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…humb! CASTOR. Cease this fool’s talk. The moon waits not the work. POLLUX. The sun will sink no later for your pleasure. On to thy work, man. THESEUS, He that traps a lion And baits him for an hour, and lets him go, Does well to think before he tempt again The forest paths. HERACLES. The wise man wisely thinks That nothing is but wisdom—and myself Think strongly that no other thing exists But strength: so with his subtleties of mind He baffles me; and I lift up my club, And with one blow bespatter his wise brains. JASON. Ay, not for nothing did…
1913 · PDF PAGE 131
…d of then , the ghost of now ? " And straight his shrunken lips began To pipe shrill words he might not speak Oh master , oh my master , man , Thou art so strong : I am so weak ! I wander naked , cold , and blind ; Leave me no longer in the night : Pity the creature of thy mind : Give back the warmth , give back the light . A thousand , thousand years of time I drank men 's blood , I drew their thought : Dwelt in an ecstasy sublime , And what I would superbly wrought . And man that made me , weeting not The thing he fashioned did believe Himsel…
1913 · PDF PAGE 571
…ncraft, as the excellent La Fontaine might have said. Animals are the living symbols of the instincts and passions of men. If you make a man timid, you change him into a hare. If, on the contrary, you drive him to ferocity, you make a tiger of him. The wand of Circe is the power of fascination which woman possesses; and the changing of the companions of Ulysses into hogs is not a story peculiar to that time. But no metamorphosis may be worked without destruction. To change a hawk into a dove, one must first kill it, then cut it to pieces, so as…
1913 · PDF PAGE 571
…ncraft, as the excellent La Fontaine might have said. Animals are the living symbols of the instincts and passions of men. If you make a man timid, you change him into a hare. If, on the contrary, you drive him to ferocity, you make a tiger of him. The wand of Circe is the power of fascination which woman possesses; and the changing of the companions of Ulysses into hogs is not a story peculiar to that time. But no metamorphosis may be worked without destruction. To change a hawk into a dove, one must first kill it, then cut it to pieces, so as…
1913 · PDF PAGE 455
THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES “Unhappy man! But who, then, was the victim?” At this question, the workman had a slight trembling; he paled, and his glance became troubled. “Master, you know better than I what it is,” said he humbly in a low voice. ‘Oh, it cost me a great deal to do it; above all, the first time, with a single blow of the magic knife to cut the throat of that innocent creature! One night I had just accomplished the funereal rites, I was seated in the circle on the interior threshold of my door, and the victim had just been consumed i…
1913 · PDF PAGE 457
…“Take care you do not!” said Eliphas. ‘You had much better say for nine days this qabalistic evocation.” He gave him a leaf covered with manuscript. ‘‘ Begin this evening, and return to-morrow to tell me what you have seen, for to night you will have a manifestation.” The next day, our good man did not miss the appointment. “J woke up suddenly,” said he, ‘upon one o'clock in the morning. In front of my bedI saw a bright light, and in this light a shadowy arm which passed and repassed before me, as if to magnetize me. Then I went to sleep again,…
1913 · PDF PAGE 455
THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES “Unhappy man! But who, then, was the victim?” At this question, the workman had a slight trembling; he paled, and his glance became troubled. “Master, you know better than I what it is,” said he humbly in a low voice. ‘Oh, it cost me a great deal to do it; above all, the first time, with a single blow of the magic knife to cut the throat of that innocent creature! One night I had just accomplished the funereal rites, I was seated in the circle on the interior threshold of my door, and the victim had just been consumed i…
1913 · PDF PAGE 457
…“Take care you do not!” said Eliphas. ‘You had much better say for nine days this qabalistic evocation.” He gave him a leaf covered with manuscript. ‘‘ Begin this evening, and return to-morrow to tell me what you have seen, for to night you will have a manifestation.” The next day, our good man did not miss the appointment. “J woke up suddenly,” said he, ‘upon one o'clock in the morning. In front of my bedI saw a bright light, and in this light a shadowy arm which passed and repassed before me, as if to magnetize me. Then I went to sleep again,…
1910 · PDF PAGE 111
102 AMBERGRIS Stirred not. Hush ! A footstep. Dora Kept still. What a dreadful monster ! Shoot ! Mercy ! (Twas a man.) Suppose the brute Are her ? By-and-by the ruffian grows Percy. And she loves him now she knows Better.
1911 · PDF PAGE 156
…. “ Brother! ” she said faintly, “ the number of the grade is Three, and I have given myself three times. Once to the brute, once to the man—my man! (her hand pressed his, oh! too feebly !) and now—40 God!“ The tears sprang to his eyes. “ It is for you,” she whispered, “ to understand the child.” She fell back. The physician ran forward He knew that he had no useful purpose there: but he motioned Edgar away. Too late. Edgar had understood the Event. He fell upon the dead girl’s breast, crash! The nurse shook herself, half angrily, as a retrieve…
1911 · PDF PAGE 156
…. “ Brother! ” she said faintly, “ the number of the grade is Three, and I have given myself three times. Once to the brute, once to the man—my man! (her hand pressed his, oh! too feebly !) and now—40 God!“ The tears sprang to his eyes. “ It is for you,” she whispered, “ to understand the child.” She fell back. The physician ran forward He knew that he had no useful purpose there: but he motioned Edgar away. Too late. Edgar had understood the Event. He fell upon the dead girl’s breast, crash! The nurse shook herself, half angrily, as a retrieve…
1928 · PDF PAGE 100
…ally, in the right, a silver two-franc piece which he closely examined. Curious and careful disposition, said I to myself. We met a poor man who, trembling, held out to us his capI know nothing more disqui- eting than the dumb eloquence of these be- seeching eyes, which contain, for the sensitive man who understands how to read therein, both so much humility, and so much reproach. There is therein something approaching this depth of complex sentiment in the watery eyes of whipped dogs. My friends alms were much more consid- erable than my own…
1910 · PDF PAGE 191
…u that I share your sentiments. I have heard very ill things said of him, I can tell you. MRS. OSSORY. Who is he ? Does any one know ? A man of family, I hope. How dreadful for poor Henry if he had been run over by a plebeian ! OSSORY. Well, we hardly knowI wonder if his credit is good. [His voice sinks to a whisper as the awful suspicion that he may be financially unsound strikes him.] CARR. [sharply, as if pained]. Oh, oh ! Dont suggest such a thing without the very best reason. It would be too terrible ! [This time EUPHEMIA laughs. OSSORY.…
1909 · PDF PAGE 365
THE MAN-COVER name of Guy Fawkes. I hurried home through a torrent of rain. A man was pacing my street, muttering strange words which I could not understand. The rain, which fell heavily, had apparently not the slightest effect in cooling his heated brain. As I passed him I spoke: “What a wretched night!” The sound of my voice startled him. He seized my arm and hurried me towards the lamp-post. Then he stared at me for a long time, and, speaking slowly, hammering every syllable in my ear, while the rain continued its monotonous lamentation, he …
1909 · PDF PAGE 365
THE MAN-COVER name of Guy Fawkes. I hurried home through a torrent of rain. A man was pacing my street, muttering strange words which I could not understand. The rain, which fell heavily, had apparently not the slightest effect in cooling his heated brain. As I passed him I spoke: “What a wretched night!” The sound of my voice startled him. He seized my arm and hurried me towards the lamp-post. Then he stared at me for a long time, and, speaking slowly, hammering every syllable in my ear, while the rain continued its monotonous lamentation, he …
1905 · PDF PAGE 113
…eth— Who of all men, that will not gird his brand And purge from priestcraft the uxorious land? Christ, who lived, died, and lived, that man might be Tameless and tranquil as the summer sea, That laughs with love of the broad skies of noon, And dreams of lazy kissings of the moon, But listens for the summons of the wind, Shakes its white mane, and hurls its fury blind Against oppression, gathers its steep side, Rears as a springing tiger, flings its tide Tremendous on the barriers, smites the sand, And gluts its hunger on the breaking land ; En…
1907 · PDF PAGE 73
66 THE STAR IN THE WEST and nymphs . Thus Nature is scouted and thumped on the nose because she is essential , and man is en throned in her stead and smacked on the back be cause he happens to be moral-hence Universities and Lunatic asylums . In Love , mankind eternally verges between folly and knavery , because man is a non -essential being , and Nature an un -moral power . But before we enter on the above idea as demon strated in the poems of Aleister Crowley , it will be necessary to elucidate matters , and first to enter on a brief descript…
1909 · PDF PAGE 122
THE EQUINOX the adjective), “has painted many pictures of Paris. Indeed, as I think of it, I seem to remember a large picture of St. Sulpice at the Salon of eight years ago—no, seven years ago.” Roderic stared in surprise. How should any one—such a man, of all men—remember his daub, a thing himself had long forgotten? The oldster read his thought. “There was one corner of that picture which interested me deeply, deeply,” he said. “TI called to see you; you had gone—none knew where. I am indeed glad to have met you at last. Perhaps you would be …
1909 · PDF PAGE 122
THE EQUINOX the adjective), “has painted many pictures of Paris. Indeed, as I think of it, I seem to remember a large picture of St. Sulpice at the Salon of eight years ago—no, seven years ago.” Roderic stared in surprise. How should any one—such a man, of all men—remember his daub, a thing himself had long forgotten? The oldster read his thought. “There was one corner of that picture which interested me deeply, deeply,” he said. “TI called to see you; you had gone—none knew where. I am indeed glad to have met you at last. Perhaps you would be …
1929 · PDF PAGE 148
the market-place, and no man hear it. At least he realized himself as a silly old man, whose weakness and pliability in the hands of evil men had made him their accomplice. And he saw that death, grasped now, might save him. Brother Onofrio still smiled. "I invoke the return of the current!" cried Vesquit aloud; and thus, uniting justice with self-sacrifice, he died the death of the righteous. The image of Brother Onofrio faded away. The great operation of necromancy had come to naught. Yet the writing remained; and, nearly a day later, when Ab…