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Page 29 of 1001899 · PDF PAGE 227
…ld night through in the devouring storm, Glistens with dew made sharp and bright with cold, — And no north wind may drive us to the warm Long-looked-for lands where day, with plumes of gold, Flaps like a lazy eagle in the air, Where night, a bird of prey divinely bold, Wings through the sky, intangible but fair, And pale with subtle passion ; and no wind Turns our prow southward, till the canvas bear No more up into it, but still behind Follow like flame, and lead our love along Into the valleys of the ocean, blind, But seeing all the world awa…
1901 · PDF PAGE 45
…faithful priest, and worship at my feet. AMENHATEP. I am most miserable. But truth must leap In this tremendous moment from my lips, Its long-shut barrier. For I pity thee With my old heart’s whole pity. Thou art young, And beautiful, and proud, and dear to me, Whom I have served thy life through. Now that love Demands a deadlier service—to speak truth. Thou art not Horus, but a man as I. CHORUS. Thou art not Horus, buta man. Thy life Is not of the immortals, but, as ours, Stands at the summons of the hooded death. PACHAD. Speak! I have this mu…
1912 · PDF PAGE 7
…ENT. Bv LEILA VVADDELL xxvii THREE POEMS. BY VICTOR B. NEUBUKG xxxx'ii THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING(C0ntz'11u.e/1) 5 HIS SECRET SIN 49 LONG ODDS 61 DOCTOR BOB. A SKETCH \!\) MARY D’EsTE AND ALEISTER CROWLEY 65 THE WOODCUTTER 79 LA FOIRE. BY (?עגממDE ROCHECHOUART 89 PROFESSOR ZIRCON 91 A BRIEF ABSTRACT OF THE SYMBOLIC REPRESENTATION OF THE UNIVERSE, DERIVED BY DOCTOR JOHN DEE THROUGH THE SKRYING OF SIR EDWARD KELLVI PART IL THE FORTV-EIGHT CALLS 99 STEPNEY 129 THE TELL-TALE HEART. ADAPTED FROM THE STORY OF E. A. POE, Βγ ALEISTER CROWLEY x31 SO…
1912 · PDF PAGE 273
… same, I wist, Yet not—as purest daylight’s change from noon. ΙΙ I then beheld thee with thy tresses rolled In darkling curls and masses long adown : A child thou wert, in maiden’s youthful mould, \Vith childhood‘s pensive magic round thee thrown. 231
1912 · PDF PAGE 7
…ENT. Bv LEILA VVADDELL xxvii THREE POEMS. BY VICTOR B. NEUBUKG xxxx'ii THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING(C0ntz'11u.e/1) 5 HIS SECRET SIN 49 LONG ODDS 61 DOCTOR BOB. A SKETCH \!\) MARY D’EsTE AND ALEISTER CROWLEY 65 THE WOODCUTTER 79 LA FOIRE. BY (?עגממDE ROCHECHOUART 89 PROFESSOR ZIRCON 91 A BRIEF ABSTRACT OF THE SYMBOLIC REPRESENTATION OF THE UNIVERSE, DERIVED BY DOCTOR JOHN DEE THROUGH THE SKRYING OF SIR EDWARD KELLVI PART IL THE FORTV-EIGHT CALLS 99 STEPNEY 129 THE TELL-TALE HEART. ADAPTED FROM THE STORY OF E. A. POE, Βγ ALEISTER CROWLEY x31 SO…
1912 · PDF PAGE 273
… same, I wist, Yet not—as purest daylight’s change from noon. ΙΙ I then beheld thee with thy tresses rolled In darkling curls and masses long adown : A child thou wert, in maiden’s youthful mould, \Vith childhood‘s pensive magic round thee thrown. 231
1929 · PDF PAGE 518
…which I may mention "Every Precaution" for its local colour; and all but the last two or three chapters of my first serious attempt at a long novel, The Net. I also began from the very depths of my spiritual misery a very strange book of an entirely new kind; so much so that I describe it as "A Novelissim".1 Its title is Not the Life and Adventure of Sir Roger Bloxam. It remains unfinished to this day; in fact it is hardly theoretically possible to finish it, strictly speaking. I have indeed serious qualms as to whether I have not overstepped t…
1907 · PDF PAGE 108
…nt of the revolving clay Made me most wondrous merry. Earth, after an agonising bout, Had swallowed up a widow clean. The issue hung for long in doubt :-— —Oh! anybody can make out The mystery I mean. The dead were dancing with the worms ; The live were laughing with their lemans ; The dead-alive were making terms With God, and notaries, and germs, With house-agents and demons. All Paris keeping sacrament Of musing or of melancholy, Impatient of the next event, To spend, to barter, to be spent 5-— I chuckled at the folly. ‘‘T would that I were …
1899 · PDF PAGE 13
Are not our veins made purple with our blood, And our dominions touch they not afield ? Pours not the sea its long exultant flood On either’s coast ? The rose has one same bud, And the vine’s heart one purple pledge doth yield. Are we not weary of the fangéd pen ? Are we not friends, and men ? Let us look frankly face to face—and quarrel then ! For by the groves of green and quiet ways, And on the windy reaches of the river, In moonlit night and blue unbroken days, And where the cold ice breaks in pallid bays, And where dim dawns in frosty fore…
1901 · PDF PAGE 32
…ER'S TRAGEDY What shield against the lightning of his love ? (Hastily.) 1 have a husband living. ULRIC. Think you, then, I have lived so long and looked into your eves To listen to so hastily disgorged A prentice falsehood not grown journeyman ? Then, had you fifty husbands, am I one, - Reared in the faith of high philosophy, Schooled from my childhood in the brotherhood Of poets, to descend to this absurd Quibble of tedious morality ? Shame not your truth with that ignoble thought! And also—tell me, once for all, the truth! [Aztterly. Say that…
1905 · PDF PAGE 82
Accurséd hopes, accurséd fears, accursed pleasures. Long-suffering of all life! Changed consciousness at strife! No dancer treads the melancholy measures Unchanged for one short tune: no dancer flags, The hateful music luring them to move Weary and desolate ; And as the rhyme revolves and shrills and drags Their limbs insane they smile and call it love, Or, mocking, call it hatred: it is Fate. These grey eyes close to the deceitful dream Of death that will not take the tired for ever. Again, again, revolves the orb; the stream, The dew, the clo…
1905 · PDF PAGE 115
…! Iam not a man. _ Nothing can I to sharpen or to span My throat with iron fingers, or my sword In my heart’s acid where the blood began Long since to leap, and now drops deadly slow, Clotted with salt and sulphur and strong woe. I shall not die: the first sight of the sward Stained with the spectral corpse had stung me so, Not stabbed me, since I saw her and survive. I shall not die—Ah! shall I be alive? This hath no part in either: bale and bliss Forget me, careless if I rot or thrive. Heaven forgot me—or she were not dead ! And Hades—or I sh…
1928 · PDF PAGE 161
…and the happy days of youth. Ah, where did you get this white hair? You were not like that when you were house-surgeon under L, not so long ago, either. I remem- ber that it was you who helped him in major operations.There, if you like, was a man who loved cutting, trimming and lopping! It was you who looked after his instruments, his thread and his sponges, and the operation completed, how proudly he would say, looking at his watch, Five minutes, gentlemen. Oh yes, I go everywhere. I know these gentlemen very well. A moment later she add…
1929 · PDF PAGE 569
…urn from the Continent. But now a new ordeal was prepared for me. Despite her quality, the Ape of Thoth began to show the effects of her long strain, anxiety and suffering. I called in a doctor who suspected the beginnings of phthisis, complicated with nervous weakness so serious that practically all her reflexes were abolished. The girl's courage is so infernally sublime that she performs miracles of camouflage to prevent me discovering her condition lest my anxiety should distract me from my work. But at last the cat was out of the bag. It wa…
1906 · PDF PAGE 44
…And with a shudder I flung the door to. Mind And body sank a huddled wreck behind. Nought stirred. Draws hither the grim doom of Fate? A long, long while. Now—in the central core Of my own room what accent of keen hate, Triumphant malice, mockery satiate, Rings in the voice above the storm’s wild roar? It cries ‘‘ Open the door ! Open the door !” ANIMA LUNAE. Written partly under the great rock Sigiri, in Ceylon, partly in Arabia, near Aden, ZOHRA the king by feathered fans Slept lightly through the mid-day heat. Swart giants with drawn yatagha…
1905 · PDF PAGE 267
…rt its path.—So he Cried out upon me, ‘‘ Till this barren staff Take life, and bud, and blossom, and bear fruit, And shed sweet scent—so long God casteth thee Out from His glory!” Stricken, smitten, slain— When—one unknown, a pilgrim with the rest, Darting long rugged fingers and deep eyes, Reached to the sceptre with his word and will— Buds, roses, blossoms! Lilies of the Light ! Bloom, bloom, the fragrance shed upon the air ! Out flames the miracle of life and love! Out, out the lights! Flame, flame, the rushing storm ! Darkness and death, an…
1902 · PDF PAGE 32
…y and pleasure, Mixed, crowned, divided, beyond age or measure. Time, thought, or being ! Now thine eyes awake, Droop at my kisses ; the long lashes slake Their sleek and silky thirst in tears of light ! Thine eyes ! They burn me, even me ! They smite Me who am scatheless, and a flame of fire. See, in our sorrow and intense desire All worlds are caught and sealed ! The stars are taken In love's weak web, and gathered up, and shaken! Our word is mighty on the magic moon ! The sun resurges to our triple tune ! (See, it is done ! ) O chosen of the…
1904 · PDF PAGE 45
BALLADE OF LAWN TENNIS [WE have long held Mr Swinburne and Mr W. S. Gilbert to be the greatest poets of all time. This attempt to combine their metres and styles ought consequently to produce the finest poem of all time. We affirm unhesitatingly that it has !] In the godlike golden glory of the vast irremeable insuperable weather (Where those perfectly beastly bad Rembrandt effects are, over by the sunset that looks so very much as if to-morrow would be wet) They have bridled the sun with a beautiful bit of black and purple clouds, to tie the P…
1904 · PDF PAGE 67
WHY JESUS WEPT 53 Her pale, her golden body lies ! Even asleep the dark long lashes move, And the eyes see. She dreams of me, of love, Of all these bridal ecstasies That have been ours this month, this month of joy. I am a foolish boy ; Did not the golden starred Ambassador Come like a father to me and implore I would look straight on truth ? “ This is no love-sick youth ! ” He cried, “ She is nigh sixty years of age ; Her lovers are a mangled multitude ; You are one duckling of an infinite brood This vixen hath up-gobbled ! ” Am I mage ? Ay, f…
1898 · PDF PAGE 39
JEPHTHAH. 35 The long hours with Jehovah, at His throne, And wrestle with th’ accuser. So, depart! CHORUS OF ELDERS. When the countenance fair of the morning And the lusty bright limbs of the day Race far through the west for a warning Of night that is evil and gray, When the light by the southward is dwindled, And the clouds as for sleep are unfurled, The moon in the east is rekindled, The hope of the passionate world. The stars for a token of glory Flash fire in the eyes of the night, And the holy immaculate story Of Heaven is flushed into li…