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Page 4 of 1301913 · PDF PAGE 583
… OF THE MYSTERIES CHAPTER IV ARCANUM ARCANORUM THE great arcanum—that is to say, the unutterable and inexplicable secret—is the absolute knowledge of good and of evil. “When you have eaten the fruit of this tree, you will be as the gods,” said the Serpent. ABSURDITE “Tf you eat of it, you will die,” replied Divine Wisdom. Thus good and evil bear fruit on one same tree, and from one same root. Good personified is God. Evil personified is the Devil. To know the secret or the formula of God is to be God. To know the secret or the formula of the De…
1910 · PDF PAGE 44
… As if, when moons of Ramazan recede, Some fatuous angel-porter should deposit His perfect wine within the privy closet ! “ What do they know, who only England know ? ” Only what England paints its face to show. Love mummied and relabelled “ chaste affection, ” And lust excused as “ natural selection.” Caligula upbraids the cruel cabby, And Nero birches choir-boys in the Abbey ; Semiramis sandpapered to a simper, And Clytemaestra whittled to a whimper !
1912 · PDF PAGE 73
OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 55 LUCREZIA. My pulses beat. MONICA. My skin sheds dew. Now do you know me ? Can the boon you seek escape ? Ah, but your bosom is the moon, your cheek a grape ! Mine are but baby breasts. See here ! Not worth a kiss. Theres nothing for a man to fear in thisor this. LUCREZIA. Oh they are beautiful ! MONICA. Oh no ! but yet my soul Is mighty, I will have you know, to gain its goal. Nowtell me ! is it death you invokeZelinas death ? You want me to give poison, choke the assassin breath ! LUCREZIA. I ask revengenay, ju…
1901 · PDF PAGE 80
… press Your beating bosom like a living flower; To die in your embraces, in the shower That dews like death your swooning loveliness. To know you love me; that your body leaps With the quick passion of your soul; to know Your fragrant kisses sting my spirit so; To be one soul where Satan smiles and sleeps ;— Ah! in the very triumph-hour of Hell Satan himself remembers whence he fell!
1909 · PDF PAGE 70
…Wreathed with the Snake, and chaos is their pall ‘Thou art as I; this mystery is ours. These blood-bought bastards of futility Can never know us, fair and free-born flowers. So they may say — they will — of you and me: '- These poets never know green cheese from chalk: ‘This is the sort of nonsense lovers talk.” Thy
1954 · PDF PAGE 64
…ith each other in a way beyond our present comprehension. (Illustration: We are able to light cities by rule-of-thumb methods. We do not know what consciousness is, or how it is connected with muscular action; what electricity is or how it is connected with the machines that generate it; and our methods depend on calculations involving mathematical ideas which have no correspondence in the Universe as we know it. 3 ) 12. Man is ignorant of the nature of his own being and powers. Even his idea of his limitations is based on experience of the pas…
1899 · PDF PAGE 225
…fernal calm, Chill hatred, wrap her in their poisonous cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, above All shameful deeds, is Lying, from whose tongue Drops Envy, wed with Hatred to sow Strife. These twain are bitter; but the last is Love.
1912 · PDF PAGE 96
go XXXV “Yea!” quoth the knight, “TI rede the spell. This Beast is the Unknowable. I seek in Heaven, I seek in Hell; Ever he mocks me. Yet, methinks, I have the riddle of the Sphinx. For were I keener than the lynx I should not see within my mind One thought that is not in its kind In sooth That Beast that lurks behind : And in my quest his questing seems The authentic echo of my dreams, The proper thesis of my themes! Iknow him? Still he answers: No! I know him not? Maybe—and lo! He is the one sole thing I know! Nay! who knows not is different…
1913 · PDF PAGE 224
… struck at last ; henceforth the Way Is sundered from the sunlight and the day. No one shall heed my singing; there shall be —How well I know !—no seer that shall see. And none shall know the secret thing I write With speeding pen in the dim candle-light. Because my Rose is mine, no man shall find Wherefore I know, that was erewhile so blind; Nor wherefore, by the light of one dim star, I see thee here, Lady of the Rose, Istar. XXI THE POET SPEAKS HIERE shall be set the sigil of the sun, Gray world, soft light, strong wind, and burning day, L t…
1913 · PDF PAGE 224
… struck at last ; henceforth the Way Is sundered from the sunlight and the day. No one shall heed my singing; there shall be —How well I know !—no seer that shall see. And none shall know the secret thing I write With speeding pen in the dim candle-light. Because my Rose is mine, no man shall find Wherefore I know, that was erewhile so blind; Nor wherefore, by the light of one dim star, I see thee here, Lady of the Rose, Istar. XXI THE POET SPEAKS HIERE shall be set the sigil of the sun, Gray world, soft light, strong wind, and burning day, L t…
1996 · PDF PAGE 99
100 The Law is for All the fulfilment of the Magical Formula of Hadit and Nuit. And to know Nuit is the very definition of “joy.” The next verse confirms this: “thou” (the Beast) “wast the knower” (Hadit) “and” (united with) “me” (Nuit, as in Cap. I, verse 51 and others). Finally, Nuit is indicated by two different symbols, “not” (Grk. OY) and “me” (Grk. MH). Now OY MH was my Motto in the Grade of Adeptus Exemptus; Aiwaz thus subtly reminds me that I was pledged to deny the assertions of my intellectual and moral consciousness. He combines in t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 43
My soundless crevasses, My rivers unseen, My glow that surpasses In azure and green The rocks and the grasses. Above, I am queen. These know thee ; I know thee, O master, I hear and obey. I follow thy lyrical sway. CORPHEUS O tenderest child And phantom of day! Gleam fitful and wild On the flowery way ! Blue skies reconciled To the kisses of clay! Come forth! I invoke thee,O dew! The maiden must hear and obey. THE DEW Life trembling on leaves, Sunrise shed in tears, Love’s arrow that cleaves The veil of the years, Light gathered in sheaves Of t…
1904 · PDF PAGE 47
…le. Is this your writing ? ANGELA. Oh shame ! shame ! shame ! Tell me you have not read it, Sir Percy ! SIR PERCY. Some I did read — How know you my name ? ANGELA. I read it in my heart. O but I am ashamed to speak to you ! Or would be were not that name as a brand to blot out all feeling from me for evermore. SIR PERCY aside. How she speaks ! It is indeed an angel singing. (Aloud.) Indeed, I read too far. ANGELA. Pity me ! SIR PERCY. Dear lady, the joy to know, and so perfectly to express such love is enough. ANGELA. You mock me ! That girl — …
1907 · PDF PAGE 306
…pt sea confront me . Nay ! Looms yet the glory through the grey , And in the darkest hours of youth I yet perceive the essential truth , Know as I know my consciousness , That all division's hosts confess A master , for I know and see The absolute identity Of the beholder and the vision .' 1 The Sword of Song , Pentecost , vol . I, pp . 175-176 .
1929 · PDF PAGE 82
… was horrible, uttered as it was in feline falseness, like a caress. "You foul ass!" he said. "I have to take this up with S.R.M.D., you know! What will he say and do?" "I tell you I couldn't. There was an old man there who spoilt everything, in my idea." "An old man?" Dr. Balloch almost dropped his hypocritical bedside voice in his rage. "Oh curse, oh curse it all!" He leant over to the Turk, caught his beard, and deliberately pulled it. There is no grosser insult that you can offer to a Mussulman, but Akbar accepted it without resentment. Yet…
1903 · PDF PAGE 15
…ady, then, If I at least am boy. You laugh? Not you! Is this love’s epitaph, God’s worm erect on Herod’s throne? “ Ah, if I only had not known!” All wrong, belovéd! Truth be ours, The one white flower (of all the flowers) You ever cared for! Ignorance May set its puppets up to dance ; We know who pulls the strings. No sage; A man unwashed, the bearded brute! His wife, the mother-prostitute ! Behind the marionetted stage See the true Punch-and-Judy show, Turn copper so to silver! Know, And who can help forgiving? So 13
1910 · PDF PAGE 466
go XXXV “Yea!” quoth the knight, “TI rede the spell. This Beast is the Unknowable. I seek in Heaven, I seek in Hell; Ever he mocks me. Yet, methinks, I have the riddle of the Sphinx. For were I keener than the lynx I should not see within my mind One thought that is not in its kind In sooth That Beast that lurks behind : And in my quest his questing seems The authentic echo of my dreams, The proper thesis of my themes! Iknow him? Still he answers: No! I know him not? Maybe—and lo! He is the one sole thing I know! Nay! who knows not is different…
1910 · PDF PAGE 466
go XXXV “Yea!” quoth the knight, “TI rede the spell. This Beast is the Unknowable. I seek in Heaven, I seek in Hell; Ever he mocks me. Yet, methinks, I have the riddle of the Sphinx. For were I keener than the lynx I should not see within my mind One thought that is not in its kind In sooth That Beast that lurks behind : And in my quest his questing seems The authentic echo of my dreams, The proper thesis of my themes! Iknow him? Still he answers: No! I know him not? Maybe—and lo! He is the one sole thing I know! Nay! who knows not is different…
1928 · PDF PAGE 184
…these heights Where I can watch my city hour by hour; Her hells and hospitals and bawdy light, Where every evil opens like a flower. You know, o Satan, lord of my grief unsung, I go not down to weep against your power, But like an old tramp in rotting dung Rather would I get drunk with this great whore Whose rank infernal charm preserves me young. And if in sheets obscure she still must snore, A bleary bitch, or like a young girl go Tripping in veils of evening, gold once more, I love you, o my city, in your woe, Sad capital, whose whores and b…
1912 · PDF PAGE 96
…waited for ! MORTADELLO. Its omen overcast with crimson clouds of war ! MONICA. Ah ! thats for Venice folk, good sentimental fools ! We know that lifes a joke. MORTADELLO. You play with plaguy tools ! I know you, who you arewanton and murderess. MONICA. Oh, if you knew how far the truth was from your guess ! MORTADELLO. Assassin, hypocriteyour sham stigmata bleed ! MONICA. O man of little wit, O bat of little breed ! They are the very scarsit was mine own surprise. Theres more beneath the stars than meets a critics eyes. MORTADELLO. I kn…