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1904 · PDF PAGE 72

Why Jesus Wept

…I am ill — you cast me away ! (Turns his face away.) Forgive me, I am very weak. ANGELA, goes to him and stands over him. You shall have truth, you blind little fool. I hate you. From the hour you kissed that village drab, I hated you. I wanted your youth, your strength, your life, your name on my list, your scalp at my girdle. Enough ! Do you under- stand ? These friends will teach you. May I never see your pale pasty face again ! [She spits at him and goes.) SIR PERCY, half rises and falls back. Oh ! oh ! It is impossible. Lord Marquis, you a…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 174

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…r long: Thou tarriest not at all, Thou guardest all men’s bale Within the web of the Mystery called Time. And so no rime Of beauty or of truth shall serve Thee, until thou shalt swerve And fall. Who shall undo the wrong? What hand shall set thee free? And who shall lend his light that it may bring An end to the light I sing? My song, my song Is blasphemy to thee, Who knowest naught, I know, of thee and me; But only the wild grace, Abandoned, but in silent harmony, Under the starred sky’s face, Under the green hills, free In the most sacred time…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 174

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…r long: Thou tarriest not at all, Thou guardest all men’s bale Within the web of the Mystery called Time. And so no rime Of beauty or of truth shall serve Thee, until thou shalt swerve And fall. Who shall undo the wrong? What hand shall set thee free? And who shall lend his light that it may bring An end to the light I sing? My song, my song Is blasphemy to thee, Who knowest naught, I know, of thee and me; But only the wild grace, Abandoned, but in silent harmony, Under the starred sky’s face, Under the green hills, free In the most sacred time…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 238

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…m, with few, few exceptions, you would not only cease to talk of the wickedness of causing death, but you would perceive the First Noble Truth, that no existence can be free from sorrow; the second, that the desire for existence only leads to sorrow; that the ceasing from existence is the ceasing of sorrow (the third); and you would seek in the fourth the Way, the Noble Eightfold Path. ‘‘T know, O Arahats, that you do not need this instruction: but my words will not stay here: they will go forth and illuminate the whole system of ten thousand w…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 139

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…lls with loud Paean of youth , Or triumph of maturer years , Can it draw near to knowledge . Tears And sorrow , sorrow , are the soul of truth . Not because all is sadness Inevitably : the joys that do obscure Are no less real Than sorrows which reveal ; But joy the spendthrift reckons not in pence The things that make his gladness , But grief a strict accountant will commence To tell base coin from the pure . Has any man a friend Crowned with delight and full prosperity , Who walk together seeming whole And interweave caressing arms ? Let thes…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 167

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…stance : I love you—you, and not your attributes ! CORA. Great noble soul! I hate myself the more That I must wound you further with the truth. A double prong this poisoned poniard Snaps in our hearts. I kept the secret long. Your breath, that burns upon me, wraps me round With whirling passion, pierces through my veins With its unhallowed fire, constrains, com- pels, Drags out the corpse of twenty years ago From the untrusty coffin of my mind, To poison, to corrupt, to strike you there Blind with its horror. ULRICc. Leave these bitter words ! …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 169

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…prick was enough In days gone by to invoke her: She was incarnate love In the hours when I first awoke her. Little by little I found The truth of her, stripped of clothing, Bitter beyond all bound, Leprous beyond all loathing. Black, the plague of the pit, Her pustules visibly fester, Cancerous kisses that bit As the asp caressed her. Dragon of lure and dread, Tiger of fury and lust, The quick in chains to the dead, The slime alive in the dust, Brazen shame like a flame, An orgy of pregnant pollution With hate beyond aim or name— Orgasm, death,…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 42

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…t fancy And the strong urgement of a tune discover. Be thou our judge, as Joshua long ago. JEPHTHAH. Swear by the Name unspoken that the truth Flashes between the lips that tremble thus! Ye love me not; ye fear me; ye might thrust Some petty obstacle before my hands When I would grasp your promise, and betray Your faith for fear of me. I read thy thoughts, Old man; I trust no word of thine, but these Full-hearted mourners, them will I believe Upon their oath most solemn and secure. _ But take thou warning now, I shall not spare Grey hairs or fa…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 48

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…day , they bathe by night . The women there do all they ought ; The men observe the Rules of Thought . They love the Good ; they worship Truth ; They laugh uproariously in youth ; ( And when they get to feeling old , They up and shoot themselves , I'm told .) . . . Ah , God ! To see the branches stir Across the moon at Grantchester ! To smell the thrilling - sweet and rotten Unforgettable , unforgotten River - smell , and hear the breeze Sobbing in the little trees . Say , do the elm - clumps greatly stand Still guardians of that holy land ? Th…

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1938 · PDF PAGE 19

The Heart of the Master

… Purity absolves He all His Will From every image of Ill. In Silence He resumes each perfect part To rapture of His Heart, His, in whose Truth of Nature all things are, The Still and Shining Star.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 313

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ot leave me in despair; it asserted the existence of a faculty such as that suggested by Tyndall, by the use of which I could appreciate truth directly. I may here refer to the historic claim of mystics that their truth is incomprehensible to human reason and inexpressible in human language. The arrogance of the proposition was less repugnant to me than its confession of incompetence and its denial of the continuity of {511} nature. I have devoted countless days and nights to forcing myself to formulate the intuitions of trance in intelligible …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 143

Tannhäuser

… sparrows as the crash of stars, The tears of lonely forests, and the pain Of the least atom —all were in his heart. Was that indeed the truth ? that he should come At last a Christ upon the waiting world. Redeem it to more purpose than the last ! So fills his sorrow, and Her sympathy, My common soul, that I am fain to fall Upon my face, and cry aloud to God : " O Thou, Sole Wise, Sole Pure, Sole Merciful, Who hast thus shewn Thy mystery to man : Grant that his coming may be very soon ! " See, the sobs shake me like a little child. The moon is …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 90

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…cross the saddleöazu.] Call Ibrahim, the wise physician! On to the houses! [Exeunt The voice oflhe nymph of[he well,faintlyfrom below. " Truth comes bubbling to my brim: Love and Hate are one to Him! ”] CURTAIN. 82

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1911 · PDF PAGE 90

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…cross the saddleöazu.] Call Ibrahim, the wise physician! On to the houses! [Exeunt The voice oflhe nymph of[he well,faintlyfrom below. " Truth comes bubbling to my brim: Love and Hate are one to Him! ”] CURTAIN. 82

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1901 · PDF PAGE 19

The Mother’s Tragedy

…ned me. CORA. And now you know how dear he is to you! Come, child, I love you both. Your happiness Is my life’s purpose. I have seen the truth Of this in you; it comes to every one. I know that he is half in love with you. Look once again as you did look just now, And he would die for you. O foolish girl! [MADELINE weeps guzetly for a little, CORA caressing her. MADELINE. Please let me go: you are too kind to me! CORA. Rest, sunny head! A little while to sleep, And then—perhaps the Mother in a dream May comfort you. A woman's love is this To ha…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 14

Rosa Coeli

… before, and not behind. Dreams are all lies ; those jetty shadows lie When the full moon doth crown the midnight sky. But shadows image truth, and dreams come true, For when I wake my arms are full of you. 9 A B

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1910 · PDF PAGE 126

Ambergris

… country’s golden stories ? Shall lovers whisper “ Even so As he loved her do I love you ? ” So much they shall know, surely ; never The truth, how lofty and fresh as dew Our love began, abode for ever : They cannot know us through and through. We have exceeded all the past. The future shall not build another.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 60

Tale of Archais

… is welcome. Yea, the night Holds in her bosom such a world of light As in this sick sad Earth would consume man With its quick blaze of truth. Thy bitter ban, Zeus, shall most utterly be made to cease. We must fight Fate and conquer it. Our peace, Our passion, is the silent answer given To the importunate questioning of heaven. Thou art supreme, my king, and I in thee ; We have life hard by its chill throat, to choke Its petty gasping pleasures, and to see The ancient altars with new incense smoke : We are supreme to watch the universe Waiting…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 20

The Star and the Garter

…w ; delighting still In the sole laughter death derides In vain; the indomitable will, Still burning in the spirit, guides Our hearts to truth ; we see, we know How foolish were the things he said, And answer in the afterglow How good it is that we are dead. Will you not come? Or, where the surf Beats on the coral, and the palm 18

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1913 · PDF PAGE 142

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

… insistent call Of the constant waterfall! There, to such a setting be Its carven gem of deity, A central flawless fire, enthralled Like Truth within an emerald ! Thou shalt have a birchen bark On the river in the dark: And at the midnight thou shalt go To the mid-stream’s smoothest flow, And strike upon a golden bell The spirit’s call; then say the spell: “ Angel, mine angel, draw thee nigh!” Making the Sign of Magistry With wand of lapis lazuli. Then, it may be, through the blind dumb Night thou shalt see thine angel come, Hear the faint whis…

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