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1902 · PDF PAGE 99

Tannhäuser

…e of you— that light outshone The mystical ideal. Therefore too I minded me of our old baby-love, And —marriages are made in heaven, you know ! Besides—Our Lady shewed me in a dream How you would come. TannhAuser. And now .-' So sure are you The loving word you spoke an hour ago Came from the heart— who called me by mistake } N 97

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1902 · PDF PAGE 138

Tannhäuser

…ow of the world ! Heinrich. Thou, Tannhauser ! what miracle is this ? Your body glows —with what unearthly light ? Tannhauser. I did not know. Ah ! sorrow of this earth ! What tears are falling from the Pleiades ! What sobs tear out Orion's jewelled heart ! Ah me ! As these, as these ! Heinrich. Speak, speak to me ! Else, I am feared. Why run these tears to earth .■* 136

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1903 · PDF PAGE 24

The God-Eater

…ilent.| Criosda, answer me. Criospa. To invoke death it were to answer this. Maurya. Ah, then, forbear ! [Crrospa és silent] How shall I know the word? Criospa. Good luck may bring it to the light. Maurya. Il luck ? Criospa. A year’s delay. Maurya. Ah, let me gain one gift Whose sweet reversion hangs above me now : To order luck ! Criospa. Skill orders luck ! Maurya. The draught ! Crrospa. Hither, O Maurya ! Maurya. I will come to thee.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 110

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…duck ! The chance was she might need a fuck ! II How many months I strove to wipe My brown and corrugated pipe ! To-day I fart for all I know. She will not hear my music. So ? It is split ? Devil a bit ! Suppose Pauline had bade me shit ! III My whole life long I learned to frig. This hour I play the supreme pig And suck her pussy. Pox or clap ? She will riot give me syph ? Mayhap ! Pox who may — I still can say “ Those who get chancre, lucky they ! ” [112]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 12

The Argonauts

…esson time. WOMEN. But if such fear were come indeed, Who reads the riddle dread Spoken in frenzy by the seer Against the royal head? We know the Rhyme’s involving spell— Its purport is impenetrable. MEN. We heard his foolish maundering: But, bred in wiser ways, We have forgotten: do ye sing The rune of ancient days! To-day his curse cacophonous Shall earn at least a laugh from us! WOMEN. “OQ! when the arméd hand is nigh, Tolchus shall not see Peace shining from Athena’s sky Until the Fleece be free; Until the God of War shall scorn The sting, …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 46

Rodin in Rime

…our Of light, and music of the sea And eyes and heart serene and tender, With kisses mingled utterly. These were our ways. And who shall know? What warrior bard our nuptial glories Shall sing? Historic shall we go Down through our country’s golden stories? Shall lovers whisper ‘Even so 26

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1912 · PDF PAGE 44

Sir Palamedes

… A red-robed robber in a Hat. “Whither away, Sir Knight, so fey?” “Priest, for the dove on Ararat T could not, nor I will not, stay!” “T know thy quest. Seek on in vain A golden hart with silver horns! Life springeth out of divers pains. What crown the King of Kings adorns? A crown of gems? A crown of thorns! The Questing Beast is like a king In face, and hath a pigeon’s wing And claw; its body is one fleece Of bloody white, a lamb’s in spring. Enough. Sir Knight, I give thee peace.”

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1922 · PDF PAGE 85

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…g worth while happened. It was like a child scribbling in a ledger. Now that I’ve got into the heroin life, a minute or an hour—TI don’t know which and I don’t care— contains more real life than any five years’ period in my unregenerate days. You talk of death. Why shouldn’t you? It’s perfectly all right for you. You animals have got to die, and you know it. But I am very far from sure that I shall ever die; and I’m as indifferent to the idea as I am to any other of your monkey ideas.” She relapsed into silence, leaned back and closed her eyes …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 7

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…n- difference to the story. “Yes, you are not mistaken; it was indeed the world- famous philosopher, the discoverer of Dodium, rarest of known elements, supposed only to exist in the universe to the extent of the thirty-thousand and fifth part of a milligramme, and that in the star called y Pegasi; it was Dodu who has shattered the logical process of obver- sion, and reduced the quadrangle of oppositions to the condition of the British square at Abu-Klea. So much you know; but this perhaps you did not know, that, al- though a civilian, he was t…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 371

Magick Without Tears

… errors to be paid for on the spot, instead of the customary credit system that goes on for centuries. The advantage of this is that you know what you are being punished for, and learn your lesson at once. This process is, naturally , very painful at times; for one thing, you can't dope yourself with illusions about your being a grand-souled, great-hearted , misunderstood saint, martyr, and hero. And-this I tell you from most bitter experience-the agony is sometimes all but unendurable. The Masters (or the Lords of Karma, or whatever you like: …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 32

The Sword of Song

…To judge by philosophic criteria, My Lord Archbishop. The name of Winchester, Harrow, or Eton22 makes them not two inches stir. 125 They know not Trinity, Merton, or Christchurch ; They worshi p, but not at y our back-pews-hi gh-priced Church. I’ve seen them at twenty thousand feet On the ice, in a snow-storm, at night fall, repeat Their prayer23—will your Grace do as much for your Three As they do for their One ? I have seen—may you see ! They sleep and know not what a mat is ; Seem to enjoy their cold chapaties ;* Are healthy, strong—and some…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 139

Collected Works (Vol. III)

LIBER PRIMUS VEL CARMINUM 133 Ruthless, fearless, Their forces that wander Imperial, peerless, No God-voice know they ! Creep I or climb. Their bridals they squander ! Nought withstands me, Unknown is their way ! Bursts me or brands me ; The sky’s heart? beyond her Nor Ileaven commands me, Sweet bosom they stray. Nor Space, nor Time. Shall these then obey me and hear? Shall Above, the supernal ! Below, the infernal ! Of all am I master. On Earth, the diurnal ! In all things eternal ! Life, love, or disaster ! Abiding unshaken, I sleep and I wak…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 43

Magick Without Tears

…ner will (between them) satisfy your doubts. The A :. A :. is totally different. One Star in Sight tells you everything that you need to know. (Perhaps some of these regulations are hard to grasp: personally, I can never understand all this By-Law stuff. So you must ask me what, and why, and so on.) There is really only one point for your judgment. "By their fruits ye shall know them." You have read Liber LXV and Liber VII; that shows you what states you can attain by this curriculum. Now read A Master of the Temple (Blue Equinox, pp. 127-170) …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 83

Tannhäuser

…and himself! With soul too small to understand himself! Eldest Pilgrim. Cling to the Cross, sir, there is hope in that ! Tannhauser. You know not, friend, the man to whom you speak. I have lived long in miracles enough, Myself the crowning miracle of all, That I am merely here. God speed you, sirs ! I ask your blessing, not to stay therewith My soul's own need (though that is dire enough) But —he that blesseth shall himself be blessed ! My blessing were small help to you, my friends. L 8i

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1903 · PDF PAGE 83

Alice: An Adultery

… peace of love, mighty and holy, Fearing to fuse, and longing—be it so ! And the world’s pulse stops, as God bends him lowly To hear and know. . . . . . . . For not the heights of heaven shall exalt her Whose heart is full of love’s dumb deity, Nor harp-strings lift me, nor the sound of psalter, Whose love is merged and molten into thee, Nor incense sweeter be by shrine or altar For you and me. . . . . . . . But like dove’s eyes where glamour lies a-dwelling, Like sweet well-water rising in the well, Strong steep black currents thrust up, flood…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 56

The Winged Beetle

…d my hand upon her breast. Cold ! Icy cold ! Ah you have guessed. Right. She was dead, quite dead. And so You see, friend, I shall never know. She kept her secret. —Leave me alone ! Or—I shall hardly keep my own !

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1911 · PDF PAGE 88

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…of musk. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Light and night are one to Himl In the dark You may mark The slow ooze of my springs, But you know Not the glow Where the soul of me sings. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Life and death are one to Him! There is cold In the old Grey gloom of my caves; There is heat In the beat Of my passionate waves. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Love and hate are one to Him. [They dance and return to the well. R. and L. are now seen öehimi the grasses, she sowing uþan his sima/der.] 80

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1911 · PDF PAGE 88

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…of musk. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Light and night are one to Himl In the dark You may mark The slow ooze of my springs, But you know Not the glow Where the soul of me sings. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Life and death are one to Him! There is cold In the old Grey gloom of my caves; There is heat In the beat Of my passionate waves. Truth comes bubbling to my brim ; Love and hate are one to Him. [They dance and return to the well. R. and L. are now seen öehimi the grasses, she sowing uþan his sima/der.] 80

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1906 · PDF PAGE 266

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ingenuity of scientific investi- gators. But no sane man has ever pre- tended, since science became a definite body of doctrine, that we know or ever can hope to know or conceive of the possibility of knowing, whence this mechanism has come, why it is there, whither it is going, and what there may or may not be beyond and beside it which our senses are incapable of appreciating. These things are not ‘explained’ by science, and never can be,”’ he gives a curious example of that quaint scientific pride which knows the limits of its powers, and re…

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1930 · PDF PAGE 57

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 3)

…etters which added to 418, valuing “this circle squared in its failure” as tc correct to six places of décimais, etc. Again: “thou shalt know not”, meaning “thou shalt know LA”; and “he shall discover the Key of it ail”, id est, the Key AL. (c) His power to combine subséquent events beyond the control of the scribe or his associâtes, so that they confirmed statements in the Book. Or, per contra, to predict such events. E.g. The first Scarlet Woman proved unworthy, and suffered the exact penalties predicted. Again, aone cometh after thee; he sha…

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