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… says: be strong! then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein! 71. But exceed! exceed! 72. Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine—and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous !—death is the crown of all. 73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, Ο man, unto thee. 74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that…
1904 · PDF PAGE 94
…ke a beetle Black eyes that grow green for an hour ; The weary wide limbs and the leetle White hands, like a boot in a bower ; When thou art gone down, as a jelly, What shall rest of us then, as we part, O mystic and dolorous Kelly, Apostle of Art! Seven sorrows are sung by the Herald :? But thy daubs, which are seventy times seven, Will kill me my militant Gerald, And then they will haunt me in heaven ; Fierce eyebrow or famishing bosom, Rossetti or Aubrey or Jones, Some buxom, some frail as the dew, some Mere bags full of bones. You shift and…
1911 · PDF PAGE 40
THE EQUINOX giving the sign of his grade. And let him say in a loud voice: Hail unto Thee, who art Tum in Thy setting, even unto Thee who art Tum in Thy joy, who travellest over the Heavens in Thy bark at the Down-going of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra- Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Day! 4. Lastly, at Midnight, let him greet the Sun, facing North, giving the sign of his grade. And let him say in a loud voice : Hail unto Thee who art Khephra in Thy hiding, even unto Thee who art Kheph…
1911 · PDF PAGE 40
THE EQUINOX giving the sign of his grade. And let him say in a loud voice: Hail unto Thee, who art Tum in Thy setting, even unto Thee who art Tum in Thy joy, who travellest over the Heavens in Thy bark at the Down-going of the Sun. Tahuti standeth in His splendour at the prow, and Ra- Hoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the Abodes of Day! 4. Lastly, at Midnight, let him greet the Sun, facing North, giving the sign of his grade. And let him say in a loud voice : Hail unto Thee who art Khephra in Thy hiding, even unto Thee who art Kheph…
1913 · PDF PAGE 120
…perhaps , it is, A help to many , a great discovery That gives material blessings to mankind " “ Bother mankind !” he interrupted me . “ Art for art 's sake ! and if it's useful too So much the worse ! The sculptor shows his soul In marble ; the musician uses sound ; The poet soars in rhythmic line , and I In Mathematics — beauties votaries all Each art has its tongue , A tongue no human words can teach , but which 101
1913 · PDF PAGE 194
… And the flesh, alas! is the core of thee. Be it so. I have wandered through the worlds in seeking thee, And I have found thee, and thou art as pure As dung, as sweet as sweat, as light as lust. All these, all these I have found, oh, bitterness! O forsaken one, whom I have found, thou art ravished By the phallus of Time, of Time that pierceth thee So keenly that thou art torn, thy virgin body A prey to the lust of Time! Oh, bitterness ! Oh, threefold sadness! I have found thee now Too late, too late, too late. I am weary of flesh; It burns me n…
1913 · PDF PAGE 194
… And the flesh, alas! is the core of thee. Be it so. I have wandered through the worlds in seeking thee, And I have found thee, and thou art as pure As dung, as sweet as sweat, as light as lust. All these, all these I have found, oh, bitterness! O forsaken one, whom I have found, thou art ravished By the phallus of Time, of Time that pierceth thee So keenly that thou art torn, thy virgin body A prey to the lust of Time! Oh, bitterness ! Oh, threefold sadness! I have found thee now Too late, too late, too late. I am weary of flesh; It burns me n…
1905 · PDF PAGE 105
…ptial ecstasy Is all the guerdon and the spoil of me! I am: the universe grown old must bear A scion ere it sink to dzedal slumber. Thou art my strength, and I am only fair. Our kisses are as stars; our loves encumber With multitude the fields of space, and where Our kisses tune the worlds, their lives outnumber The moments of eternity : apart I am for ever: and, in me, thou art ! EXPLICIT LIBER PRIMUS 106
1961 · PDF PAGE 70
…By-comings) whom we call Philo- sophers. All is a never ending Play of Love wherein our Lady Nuit and her Lord Hadit rejoice; and every Part of the Play is Play. All pain is but sharp Sauce to the Dish of Pleasure; for it is the Nature of the Universe that hath devised this everlasting Banquet of Joy. And he that knoweth not this is necessary as an Ingredient even as thou art; wouldst thou change all and spoil the Dish? Art thou the Master-Cook? Yea, for thy Palate is become fine with thy great Dalliance with the Food of Experience; therefore t…
1922 · PDF PAGE 36
22 The Diary of a Drug Fiend “O Thou crimson vintage of life, that art poured into the jar of the grave! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!” Lou reached the table, with its dirty, crazy cloth, at which we were sitting. She looked straight into my eyes, though I am sure she did not see me. “O Thou red cobra of desire, that art unhooded by the hands of girls! I adore Thee, Evoe! I adore Thee, I A O!” | She went back from us like a purple storm-cloud, sun-crested. torn from the breasts of the morning by some invisible lightning. “‘Q Thou bur…
1910 · PDF PAGE 128
…the birds on the wing ! Adonis, awake ! Adonis, awake ! We are colour and song And for, we are muses most tender to take Thy life up to Art that was lost over long. Adonis, awake ! Adonis, awake ! thou has risen above The fear in the forest, the brute in the brake. Thou art sacred to shrines that are higher than Love ! Adonis, awake !
1911 · PDF PAGE 28
THE EQUINOX our chariot, and the reins thereof are the heart-strings of men. Every moment that we fly shall cover an aeon. And every place on which we rest shall be a young universe rejoicing in its strength; the meadows thereof shall be covered with flowers. There shall we rest but a night, and in the morning we shall flee away, comforted. Now, to myself, I have imagined the chariot of which the voice spake, and I looked to see who was with me in the chariot. It was an Angel of golden hair and golden skin, whose eyes were bluer than the sea, w…
1913 · PDF PAGE 182
144 THE EQUINOX Thou art too pure to love, too sweet to know, Too fair to bear unsullied through the world, Where love is blind with lust, and hate grows strong On thine immortal song; Nor do the world’s winds blow Abroad the forbidden word, in thee, in thee impearled. My Rose! my Rose! my Rose! my ensanguined Rose, Blood o’ the heart of the love transcending life, Than death more cool, more eloquent, more still : There is moonlight on the hill, But thou art gone, as goes The promised joy of thee, the world’s still-virgin wife. They spurn thee …
1913 · PDF PAGE 182
144 THE EQUINOX Thou art too pure to love, too sweet to know, Too fair to bear unsullied through the world, Where love is blind with lust, and hate grows strong On thine immortal song; Nor do the world’s winds blow Abroad the forbidden word, in thee, in thee impearled. My Rose! my Rose! my Rose! my ensanguined Rose, Blood o’ the heart of the love transcending life, Than death more cool, more eloquent, more still : There is moonlight on the hill, But thou art gone, as goes The promised joy of thee, the world’s still-virgin wife. They spurn thee …
1910 · PDF PAGE 24
…ng the pronouns and adjectives of the first person; use a paraphrase. Of thine own ingenium devise others. 2. On each occasion that thou art betrayed into saying that thou art sworn to avoid, cut thyself sharply upon the wrist or forearm with a razor; even as thou shouldst beat a disobedient dog. Feareth not the Unicorn the claws and teeth of the Lion? 3. Thine arm then serveth thee both for a warning and for a record. Thou shalt write down thy daily progress in these practices, until thou art perfectly vigilant at all times over the the least …
1910 · PDF PAGE 24
…ng the pronouns and adjectives of the first person; use a paraphrase. Of thine own ingenium devise others. 2. On each occasion that thou art betrayed into saying that thou art sworn to avoid, cut thyself sharply upon the wrist or forearm with a razor; even as thou shouldst beat a disobedient dog. Feareth not the Unicorn the claws and teeth of the Lion? 3. Thine arm then serveth thee both for a warning and for a record. Thou shalt write down thy daily progress in these practices, until thou art perfectly vigilant at all times over the the least …
1905 · PDF PAGE 43
…ll stain Star-space with blood as the price thou sharest Sweet with thy lovers, whose passing pain Ripens to marvellous after-gain. Thou art the fair, the wise, the divine ! Thou art our mother, our goddess, our life ! Thou art our passion, our sorrow, our strife ! Thou, on whose forehead no lights ever shine, Thou, our redeemer, our mistress, our wife, Thou, barren sister of deathlier brine, Venus Callipyge, mother of mine !
1909 · PDF PAGE 22
62. I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body. 63. Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fulness of the inspiration: the expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell’s own worm. 64. Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail! prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour and rapture! Come in our pas- sionate peace, and write sweet words for the Kings! 65. I am the Master: thou art the …
1901 · PDF PAGE 45
…P. 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 much of a god in me— I am not shaken at your cries;…
1926 · PDF PAGE 21
62. I am uplifted in thine heart; and the kisses of the stars rain hard upon thy body. 63. Thou art exhaust in the voluptuous fulness of the inspiration: the expiration is sweeter than death, more rapid and laughterful than a caress of Hell’s own worm. 64. Oh! thou art overcome: we are upon thee; our delight is all over thee: hail! hail! prophet of Nu! prophet of Had! prophet of Ra-Hoor-Khu! Now rejoice! now come in our splendour and rapture! Come in our pas- sionate peace, and write sweet words for the Kings! 65. I am the Master: thou art the …