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…h God ! Oh God ! That I have loved him so ! Be merciful ! Be merciful ! to him, The great high soul, bound in the lofty sin ; To me, the little soul, the little sin ! 132
THE LITTLE HALF-SOVEREIGN I7 Then to the shrieks of devils Writhing in torments keen, Sing me the song that tells me Ever of Walham Green. Sing of the little half-sovereign Dancing in golden sheen ; Leave me in Hell—or, better, Leave me in Walham Green. [The occasion of this poem was the meeting of the author with a fair and virtuous damsel of pleasant address and conversation. She politely asked him to call at her residence on the following Sunday : but, on his doing so, she straightway demanded half-a-sovereign, and proffered a shameful equiv…
… I have not long to live, and I must write, write always. FRIEND [aside to Vaughan). Ii me semble qu’il a faim. PERCY. I am hungry for a little love, a little pity. To-night you have shown me your soul, and I am not hungry any more. VAUGHAN. | But, boy, you are starving physically. Come home with me and have some dinner. Only my daughter will be there. PERCY, You are very kind. Thank you. FRIEND [aside]. He is a gentleman. VAUGHAN. But what are you doing to be alone in London ?
…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. 26
…e, eyeless face, whose heavy paunch hung over his thighs, and all whose skin was gilded and as if tattooed with the images of a crowd of little moving figures to represent the innumerable forms of universal wretchedness. There were little lank men who had hung themselves from a nail; there were little mis-
THE POEM A LITTLE DRAMA IN FOUR SCENES BY ALEISTER CROWLEY PRINTED PRIVATELY LONDON 1898
THE EQUINOX and myriads of little spheres, which he feels are in Reality one Great Ocean if he could only make them unite. Each stage above him is his Ultimate goal for the time being. Possessing one little sphere, his one and only object is to unite it to another, or another to it; not two others, not to the whole, but only to that Ove Other. For the time being (let it appear as if it were for all time to the initiate), that Oxe Other is God and Very God—the Omega of his quest, and that a// others are Devils that would tempt and seduce him. Th…
THE EQUINOX and myriads of little spheres, which he feels are in Reality one Great Ocean if he could only make them unite. Each stage above him is his Ultimate goal for the time being. Possessing one little sphere, his one and only object is to unite it to another, or another to it; not two others, not to the whole, but only to that Ove Other. For the time being (let it appear as if it were for all time to the initiate), that Oxe Other is God and Very God—the Omega of his quest, and that a// others are Devils that would tempt and seduce him. Th…
…e) DEDiCATED GRATEFULLY TO MR. AUSTIN HA'R'RXSON There was a spadger Went up a spout; There came a thunderstorm, And washed the out. The little spadger Sat on the grass, And told the thunderstorm Το its . And when the storm was done, And all the rain, The little spadger Went up again, There came a spadger hawk And spied the snuggery, And with his claws he tore That to There came a thunderbolt From the hand of God ; It hit that spadger hawk And killed the There is a moral Το this moral story— If you goes up the spout You goes to glory.
…e) DEDiCATED GRATEFULLY TO MR. AUSTIN HA'R'RXSON There was a spadger Went up a spout; There came a thunderstorm, And washed the out. The little spadger Sat on the grass, And told the thunderstorm Το its . And when the storm was done, And all the rain, The little spadger Went up again, There came a spadger hawk And spied the snuggery, And with his claws he tore That to There came a thunderbolt From the hand of God ; It hit that spadger hawk And killed the There is a moral Το this moral story— If you goes up the spout You goes to glory.
… proposition is equally true. The passions of the pit find outlet only in bestial noises. The automobile stopped at the end of the dirty little street where the Fauno Ebbrio lurks. The motorman pointed to the zig-zag streak of light that issued from it, and cast a sinister gleam on the opposite wall. A bold, black-haired, short-skirted girl with a gaudy shawl and huge gold ear-rings was standing in the door. What with the long journey and the drugs and other things, we were a little drunk—just enough to realise that it was part of our policy to…
…val handle that he had been very fond of. But I couldn’t go away without gfdulfl et something of his, so I took a shepherd’s staff, and a little whip with os'ii'iedism blood on it, and jewels oozing from the blood, if you know what I mean, that they had put in his hands when they buried him. Then I went away, and cried, and cried, and cried. But before I had got very far they called me back; and the people who had been so stern were smiling, and I saw they had taken the coflin out of the little C_urinter mortuos room with seven sides. And the cof…
…rgotten; an intoxi- cating, indefinable perfume in the air; a power- ful scent of rose and of musk in the house, and further, behind our little estate, tall masts swinging on the swell; around us, at the end of the room lighted by a rosy light filtered by blinds, decorated with fresh mats and heady flowers, with seats here and there in Portu- guese rococo style of a heavy dark wood, where she would rest herself, so calm, so well at ease, smoking tobacco slightly flavoured with opium; beyond the compound, the noise of light-intoxicated birds, an…
HOW TO DO A RECHAUFFE WHEN from a maid her lover goes, Her little heart is full to burstin’. She goes and dons at once the clothes Her fickle lover kissed her first in. She argues “if I reconstruct That situation accurately, Beneath his arm I’1l soon be tucked, If any virtue lie in Whately.” With Huxley it appears to her, Mutatis, that’s to say, mutandts, The situation will recur, Unhelped by artibus nefandis. She will not recognise the fact, That probably a change would snare ’em! A person of superior tact, Would purchase bloomers, ay, and wea…
…are fanciful , of texture frail : And now like hounds in great pursuit they seem ! - Their prey will vanish in the opening morn . Only a little while the trappings gleam , And for a little space doth sound a horn . 3. Winds . room to . TIPTOE up and down and all about What folly prompts you , wind , from room ? Leave now the creaking staircases ; go out ; Make sturdy movement all across the broom And in the heather - bells ; or in a mead Stiffen the hairs upon a horse 's mane ; And , unreluctant as the moments speed Soar to destruction in the s…
… οὗμὴthe Exempt Adept, and the laughter of the Masters of the Temple abashed him not. 2. Nor was he ashamed, hearing the laughter of the little dogs of hell. 3. For he abode in his place, and his false- hood was truth in his place. 4. The little dogs cannot correct him, for they can do naught but bark. 5. The masters cannot correct him, for they say: Come and see. 59
… all-touching, all penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, & her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers: Thou knowest! And the sign shall be my ecstasy, the consciousness of the continuity of existence, the omnipresence of my body. 27. Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as N…
…ou comfort me when you turn from those abstruse and exalted themes with which you have belaboured me so often of late to dear cuddlesome little questions like this in our letter received this morning: "Do please, dear Master, give me some hints about how to make Talismans (that's the same as Telesmata, isn't it?) [Yes, 666] and the Pantacle. The official instructions are quite clear, of course; but somehow I find them just a little frightening." Well, I think I know pretty well what you mean; so I will try to imitate the style of Aunt Tabitha i…
…would go out with the intention of keeping away from the stuff all day, and how, without my knowing it, I took advantage of ali sorts of little incidents that cropped up to get back to the studio some hours before I had intended. I found myself out at once, of course, having learnt some of the tricks of the mind. And I sat and watched myself finding excuses for starting in. One gets into an absolutely morbid state, in which everything that happens has some bearing on the question, ‘Shall I or shall I not take it?’; and one gets so pleased with …
… Trump corresponding to Van is the Hierophant or Initiator—whereby is Ο. Μ. greatly comforted. So poor a thing hath he become! Even as a little child groping feebly for the breast of its mother, so gropeth Thy little child after Thee, O Thou Self—Glittering One ! He hath read through Days VIII. and IX. . . . He is too tired to understand what he reads. He will, despite of all, do a little Pranayama, and then sleep, ever willing Adonai. For Pranayama with its intense physical strain is a great medicine for the mind. Even as the long trail of the…