1901 · PDF PAGE 26
The Mother’s Tragedy
…s dancing before Artemis; In all the pleasures that delight the mind, Invigorate the soul, lend favour to The body of the youth—for I am old
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The Oriflamme, Vol. I, No. I
…l minority saw the import thereof. In a poem written in 1900 and published in 1906, it is stated: "This is the birth hour of the age of gold, The false gold pales before the gold divine." And we read: "Perfection abideth not in the pinnacles, nor in the founda- tions, but in the ordered harmony of one with all." Obviously there is a de- ficiency of "ordered harmony," for it is most apparent that we are still some distance from perfection. It is foolish to force the human animal to conform to laws which violate the inherent nature of the species…
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1929 · PDF PAGE 198
Moonchild
… pine-woods on the left; the ant-hills on the right; straight through the surf to the heathery pagoda where the chubby clergyman and the Old Lady had already arrived, and were busy worshipping the Chinese God. Of course! It was Cyril, with Brother Onofrio [279] and Sister Clara all the time — how stupid she had been! But for all that the toads were a nuisance with their eternal chatter and laughter; and they wore their jewels much too conspicuously and profusely. And then she perceived that Cyril and his two companions formed but one triangle, …
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1899 · PDF PAGE 42
Jephthah and Other Mysteries
…bute to thy feet we bring ; Conquer our foes, and reign our king! JEPHTHAH. | . Ye have no king but God: see ye to that! ELEAZAR. — _ Behold, these people are as children, hiding Thoughts beautiful and true in profuse words, Not meaning all the lofty flight that 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 you…
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1901 · PDF PAGE 21
The Mother’s Tragedy
THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY 7 I have a glass whose bitter destiny No wizard may conjure. Arise ye there, Old hours of horror, clear by one and one, In the confused and tossing ocean, Where memory picks spar and spar from out The dreadful whirlpool hardly yet appeased, To join together in imagination The ship—the wreck! And yet I stand at last Secure in my unselfish love to them, Repaid in mine own currency. I trust God hath made smooth the road beneath the hearse Of my forgetful age. All must be well. SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY. Mortals never learn from storie…
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1905 · PDF PAGE 80
Orpheus
And boldness, and great might. Earth knows her daring daughter, and the sea Breaks into million-folded mystery Of flower-like flashes in the pale moonrise, Exulting also, now the sun is faded, | With joy of her supreme fertility And glowing masteries Of autumn summer-shaded, The golden fruit of all the blossoming sky. And now the watcher to the bright breasts blind Loses the seemly shape, the loud swift song; “Now the moon falls, and all the gold is gone, And round the storm-caught shape hard gusts of wind Blow, and her leaves are torn, a flyin…
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1913 · PDF PAGE 48
Cambridge Poets 1900–1913
…serve 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 ? The chestnuts shade , in reverend dream , The yet unacademic stream ? Is daw…
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1913 · PDF PAGE 203
Cambridge Poets 1900–1913
…forgot When he went off with Alice Scott , And I was pitied for what he 'd done , In 1741. But Jimmy dear , you mustn 't cry ; Those bad old times are long gone by . And now I watch the children play And never grieve till they ' re away . You little boys are bold and strong And after mischief all day long ; Your pretty bodies , swift and free , Your shrilling voices , call to me . Oh Jimmy dear , will you away With Mary Ford to come and play ? That I may have you for my own , And never more be all alone ." And Mary stretched her arms to him , T…
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1905 · PDF PAGE 153
Collected Works (Vol. I)
…t was the leprosy of her own soul, And drove me forth to compass my disgrace With infamies ineffable. S’AFI. I know; I shall avenge. The old gods come again. THE LEPER. Nay! I have lived through all these barren years, Discrowned, diseased, abominable, cast out, And meditating on the event of life, And that initiated Hope that we, Royal, inherit, of the final life, Nor newer incarnation, and possessed Of strange powers, who have moved about this court Loathed, and unrecognised, and shunned, have thought That the old bondage was as terrible As t…
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1904 · PDF PAGE 19
The Argonauts
…imple”! Will my liege allies (Willing with age and wisdom to accord) Not tremble at thy firebrand breed, not think Who hath in blood, an old man’s blood, made fast A perilous footing, may betimes discover More “ justice ”—and invasion footing it
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1904 · PDF PAGE 95
Why Jesus Wept
… mere I — Solitude to Society. And that is why I sit and spoil So much clean paper with such toil By Kandy Lake in far Ceylon. I have my old pyjamas on : I shake my soles from Britain’s dust : I shall not go there till I must ; And when I must — ah, you suppose Even I must ! — I hold my nose. Farewell, you filthy-minded people ! I know a stable from a steeple. Farewell, my decent-minded friends ! I know arc lights from candle-ends.
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1905 · PDF PAGE 58
Oracles
…held, like lavers, rise The nude empurpled breasts that tempted him. Some, by the dying torch-light call thy name, In the dumb hollow of old pagan fanes, To succour feverish shriekings of fierce flame, O Bacchus, soother of men’s ancient pains. Others, whose throat is thirsty for breast-blood, To hide a whip ’neath flowing robes are fain, Mingling in lonely night and darksome wood The foam of pleasure and the tears of pain. O virgins, demons, monsters, O martyrs ! Great souls contemptuous of reality ! Seekers for the Infinite, satyrs, worshippe…
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1928 · PDF PAGE 174
Little Poems in Prose
…all, let this ass not forget to carry delicately between his lips his immor- tal macaroon. Back, O academic Muse! I have no use for you, old prude. I invoke the familiar Muse, the hackneyed Muse, the living Muse, to help me to sing of the good dogs, the poor dogs, the sorry dogs, the dogs that everyone kicks away as pestiferous and lousy, except the poor man
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1929 · PDF PAGE 419
Confessions of Aleister Crowley
… cocked pistol into the grate. It explodes; the bullet destroys one eye and cheek. But he recovers. The street boys take to calling him "Old Venus" and his guilty conscience persuades him that they have somehow heard the story. This tale is one of the most bitter truths that I have penned. I am glad to say that it is almost the only evidence of what I felt with regard to the attitude of the English bourgeoisie towards art and sex; and, even so, my picture of the younger generation bears witness to my unshakable faith in the emancipation of my f…
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1929 · PDF PAGE 560
Confessions of Aleister Crowley
…ngly shocked. It is so fixed in the point of politeness to refuse reality. For the first time in my life, Paris disappointed me. All the old enchantments had somehow vanished. I felt that my work lay elsewhere. London called to me. It was quite unreasonable. I had no motive for going. I had no means to go. Uneasy and undecided I got through the days as best I could. {884} I decided to seek a solitude favourable for concentration at Hardelot, near Boulogne, in a delightful old inn where I had stayed before. The Ape of Thoth was in London. I wire…
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1903 · PDF PAGE 13
The God-Eater
…4/oud.] Angus! Oh, miserable! No help comes here. Criosda! wake, wake !— Oh, I must take him out—no man may enter here !—It is ill luck. Old Andrew found the passage; and the next day he was dead—murdered, murdered! Oh, how horrible !—what a horrible place this is with all its beauty and love! and my worship—oh, how strange it all is. Criosda! come !
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1909 · PDF PAGE 218
The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)
THE EQUINOX We have tried to bind him with song and with old customs, but they only held him for a little while, and he has always smitten us and mocked us. When he is blind he shall dance to us and make sport. Great clumsy Time shall stumble and dance, who liked to kill little children and can hurt even the daisies no longer. Then shall our children laugh at him who slew Babylon’s winged bulls and smote great numbers of the elves and fairies, when he is shorn of his hours and his years. We will shut him up in the Pyramid of Cheops, in the grea…
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1909 · PDF PAGE 218
The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)
THE EQUINOX We have tried to bind him with song and with old customs, but they only held him for a little while, and he has always smitten us and mocked us. When he is blind he shall dance to us and make sport. Great clumsy Time shall stumble and dance, who liked to kill little children and can hurt even the daisies no longer. Then shall our children laugh at him who slew Babylon’s winged bulls and smote great numbers of the elves and fairies, when he is shorn of his hours and his years. We will shut him up in the Pyramid of Cheops, in the grea…
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1910 · PDF PAGE 44
Ambergris
AMBERGRIS 35 FROM THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The May Queen (old style) It is summer and sun on the sea, The twilight is drawn to the world : We linger and laugh on the lea, The light of my spirit with me, Sharp limbs in close agony curled. The noise of the music of sleep, The breath of the wings of the night, The song of the magical deep, The sighs of the spirits that weep, Make murmur to tune our delight. Slow feet are our measures that move ; Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are ma…
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1912 · PDF PAGE 41
Mortadello
…T II SCENE I. The Piazza de San Marco. In the background, the facade of the church. The people pass. EUPHEMIA. [A girl of nineteen years old, very fair and lovely.]. O Monica relents, proclaims her rivals banns ! GIUSEPPE. [A rough man of the world, burly and jolly.] A proper lesson, you, you cruel courtesans ! EUPHEMIA. When was I cruel ? MATTEO. [A slim dainty debauchee.] Now, and every moment when You are abroad with girls, and not at home with men. MARGARITA. [A plump common-looking girl.] Fie ! youre a brute ! But shall we benefit at all…
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