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Page 30 of 1301908 · PDF PAGE 39
AMPHORA VIII HEN all the world is wrapt in cloud, The storm-fiend yells and raves aloud, Our heads in peace to Thee are bowed With Hail, O holy Mary ! When on the burnt and blazing plains The hard sun withers up our veins, We raise to Thee our subtle strains Of Hail, Thou holy Mary ! When on the sea its combers grim Circle the sky from rim to rim, We sing to thee the holy hymn Of Hail, Thou holy Mary ! When on the mountains in the ice We hang above some precipice, We offer Thee the sacrifice, And hail Thee, holy Mary ! Still, when the icy breez…
1910 · PDF PAGE 117
64 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. To utter forth some doom of dread — But now ? A young man in a white robe is found standing before her. THE YOUTH Maiden, be comforted ! The Lord hath listened unto thy lament, The ululation of that wolfish stress ; And I am sent To heal thy loneliness. MIRIAM Ah ! thou art not as he that saw me To-day. Thou art comelier than he, And softly mayest thou draw me From this perplexity. But hast thou — hast thou such a thing of fear (Like an old giant’s knotty spear) As he ? Thou dost not laugh and leer As he did. No ! I will…
1954 · PDF PAGE 215
…a rule) complete futility against the deceptions of the common conjuror. They are not expecting any genuine manifestation of the "Spirit World" ; and this fact makes clear their true subconscious attitude. As for those mediums who possess magical ability, they almost always come from the most ignorant classes-Celts are an exception to this rule-and have no knowledge whatever of the technique of the business. Worse, they are usually of the type that delights in secret dirty affinities, and so naturally and gladly attract entities of the Qliphoth…
1922 · PDF PAGE 230
…t, that come and burrow in one’s skin | I just feel the prick of the beak, and then it dis- appears. They were messengers from the other world. There is a little nest of them in my liver. It is very curious to hear them chirping when they want food. I don’t know what they’ll do so far away from their mother. | It is horrible not being able to sleep. That, too, must be a preparation for the new life. I wandered up all alone to the magic room, and sat with my hands on the table opposite the old man, trying to get him to talk. His lips move, but I…
1907 · PDF PAGE 38
CARYATIDE HALL beauty avail thee, Caryatid, crouched, crushed by the weight of a world of woe? By birthright the burden is thine: on thy shoulders the sorrow hath slid From the hand of the Healer: behold, in the steady, continuous throe, Shall beauty avail thee, Caryatid? Thou wast proud of thy beauty: the burden of beauty was hid From thy eyes: how is’t now with thee, now? By the sweat dropping slow From the brows of thy anguish, we see what the weight of it did To the patient despair of the brain. Shall no God strike a blow? Shall no hero be …
1910 · PDF PAGE 109
… know thee, I love thee, brother ! Incestuous males that consume The light and the life that we capture. VII Starve thou the soul of the world, Brother, as I the body ! Shall we not glut our lust
1911 · PDF PAGE 39
AMPHORA VIII HEN all the world is wrapt in cloud, The storm-fiend yells and raves aloud, Our heads in peace to Thee are bowed With Hail, O holy Mary ! When on the burnt and blazing plains The hard sun withers up our veins, We raise to Thee our subtle strains Of Hail, Thou holy Mary ! When on the sea its combers grim Circle the sky from rim to rim, We sing to thee the holy hymn Of Hail, Thou holy Mary ! When on the mountains in the ice We hang above some precipice, We offer Thee the sacrifice, And hail Thee, holy Mary ! Still, when the icy breez…
1911 · PDF PAGE 120
…tarlit snows, A vestal goes, scattering sweet roses : Roses deep-themed and red— Whose leaves are shed in perfumed dreams, where glows A world that blows and fairy-like discloses The fields that Flora fled. And some are sped where dream brings that repose The thorn bestows—-—(wherenaught that is, reposes)— Goring the sleeper’s headi ETHEL ARCHER.
1911 · PDF PAGE 120
…tarlit snows, A vestal goes, scattering sweet roses : Roses deep-themed and red— Whose leaves are shed in perfumed dreams, where glows A world that blows and fairy-like discloses The fields that Flora fled. And some are sped where dream brings that repose The thorn bestows—-—(wherenaught that is, reposes)— Goring the sleeper’s headi ETHEL ARCHER.
1912 · PDF PAGE 21
Vv Sir PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days : the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns t…
1929 · PDF PAGE 65
…ent. I did not apprehend it clearly at this time; but I unconsciously acted upon it as soon as I had discovered the worthlessness of the world. But I was so far from perceiving that every act is magical, whether one likes it or not, that I supposed the escape from matter to involve a definite invasion of the spiritual world. Indeed, I was so far from understanding that matter was in its nature secondary and symbolic, that my principal preoccupation was to obtain first-hand sensory evidence of spiritual beings. In other words, I wanted to evoke …
1996 · PDF PAGE 62
…t she regards them as no less than the combination of the lock of the strong-room of the future. “This” (doctrine) “shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister”. The misunderstanding of sex, the ignorant fear like a fog, the ignorant lust like a miasma, these things have done more to keep back humanity from realization of itself, and from intelligent cooperation with its destiny, than any other dozen things put together. The vileness and falseness of reli gion itself have been the monsters aborted from the dark womb of its infernal …
1996 · PDF PAGE 122
…to Go—to Love—we are to be awake, alert — Joyous and eager Our tresses adorning, O let us beleaguer The City of Morning!1 1 Crowley, The World’s Tragedy (1910), p. 31, paraphrase; the original poem has “O let us away to / The city of morning!”! The Secret of Magick is to “enflame oneself in praying.” This is the ready test of a Star, that it whirls flaming through the sky. You cannot mistake it for an Old Maid objecting to Everything. This Universe is a wild revel of atoms, men, and stars, each one a Soul of Light and Mirth, horsed on Eternity.…
1898 · PDF PAGE 39
… at thine own good time, thy dead And barren bed ? “ How worship me, yet break my laws ? Art thou a God ? Didst thou devise The infinite world ? Did thy word cause The silver Caucasus to arise ? Art thou all-wise ? “ Or hast thou mocked me, setting high A molten calf, a graven block,
1903 · PDF PAGE 4
…m time to time by writers of what purports to be merely fiction. Of all the remarkable tales with which Mr. R. Kipling has delighted the world, none is more striking than that of McIntosh Jellaludin and his mysterious manuscript. And now, only a few years after reading that incredible tale, I myself, at Yokohama, come across a series of circum- stances wonderfully analogous. But I will truth- fully set down this history just as it all happened. I went one memorable Wednesday night to No. 29.* For my advent in this most reputable * Disinclinatio…
1906 · PDF PAGE 17
…ine Of faith, but wage of evidence. The clod, the God, the spar, the star Mete in thy measure, as they are xi. So lifts the agony of the world From this mine head, that bowed awhile Before the terror suddenly shown. 9
1910 · PDF PAGE 73
20 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Ga ! Oa ! Hoo ! Hoo ! Scratch ! I must invent a plan To ruin all this gladness. Ha ! Plup ! I have it. There’s nothing here That would accept my favours — Uck ! Bulch ! — So I’ll abuse myself to chaos And see what comes of it. Ha — Ba ! Ha — Ba ! Ab — ab — ab — ab — ab ! Utch — what is this ? Coagulated yolk of the addled egg Of chaos ! Hatch it out ! That’s why I AM. Hoo — hoo — hoo — hoo — hoo ! Oh ! — now the white of the old egg is curdled Into a ragged fleece. Ga ! Ga ! I’ve got a son : What will it be ? O heaven — …
1910 · PDF PAGE 129
76 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. Surely on my loveliness. They dance a jig together. Look at her obscene distress ! How it makes me laugh to see her Writhing in her pains. — Come hither, Mistress ! join us, laughing freer As thy lips and cheeks grow whiter, And the old loves shrink and wither At the kisses of the smiter ! Ho ! Ho ! Ho ! a knock I hear... By my maidhood, who comes here ? The stable door is pushed in, and three holy kings appear, sur- rounded by their retinue. They enter in solemn procession, and seat themselves at the central stall. GOVI…
1910 · PDF PAGE 133
80 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. With the smoke that madness finds The sole cloak of anarchy. Misty vapours demon-wrought Fill the cold clear dome of thought. ALEXANDER Mother, I have brought him myrrh. Sorrow black and sinister Shall his name bring to the race. Wheresoever on the earth Shall be heard his hissing name Shall be madness and disgrace, Falsehood, barrenness, and shame For the folk of praise and worth. All the pure, the fair, the young Shall taste curses on his tongue ; But the old, the chill, the base, Shall find beauty in his face. Also, o…
1910 · PDF PAGE 157
I04 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. MAGDA Thou empty bottle of brass of Bethlehem ! John, come and loose this surly saviour’s phlegm ! John descends a rickety ladder from a loft. Magda spits, and goes out. JOHN Hail, master, let me soothe thy time of teen ! ISSA Wine rots the liver ; fever swells the spleen ; Meat clogs the belly ; dusts inflames the eye : Stone irks the bladder ; gout — plague — leprosy ! Man born of woman is most full of trouble ; God a gorged fool that belches him, a bubble ! — But of all plagues wherewith a man is cursed, Take my word…