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Page 5 of 1241909 · PDF PAGE 123
…to the boulevard, where, hailing a fiacre, they jumped in and clattered down towards the Seine. Roderic sat well back in the carriage, a little lost in thought. But the old man sat upright, and peered eagerly about him. Once he stopped the cab suddenly at a house with a low railing in front of it, well set back from the street, jumped out, examined it minutely, and then, with a sigh and a shake of the head, came back, a little wearier, a little older. They crossed the Seine, rattled up the Rue Bonaparte, and stopped at the door of Roderic’s stu…
1901 · PDF PAGE 96
…s womb; If she brand my soul and blister Me with kisses of the tomb; If she drag me where the bistre Vaults of Hell gape wide in gloom ; Little matter! I have kissed her! Little matter! as a loom She has woven love around me, As with burning silver bound me, Held me to her scented skin For an age of deadly sin! So I fasten to me tighter Fetters on her limbs that fret ; So my kisses kindle brighter, Fiercer, flames of Hell, and set Single, silent, as a mitre Blasphemous, a crown of jet
1930 · PDF PAGE 15
… to the Jews account. But there was another treasure that the peasant was afraid to lose, the dearest treasure of all, his children. As little boys, thank God, have a habit of straying in search of adventure and getting lost in the process, which is good for their souls, the peasant naturally has moments of serious disquietude as to whether some- thing terrible can have happened to little Tommy. Very Good. All we have to do is to play on the alarm. We put into his mind that little Tommy (who turns up all right, if rather muddy, half an hour la…
1911 · PDF PAGE 264
PART II VENUS. (Awekihg) 3334-333. [Venus is Mil/iahlly illuminated; the rest remain dark. VENUS. Little brother, what is the hour? PISCES. The dawn is at hand. VENUS. Little brother, what is the place? TAURUS. It is the holy mountain of our Lady Venus. VENUS. Children, awake and rejoice. LIBRA. Awake and rejoice. PISCES. How shall we rejoice? TAURUS. As our Lady hath appointed. LIBRA. AS you like it. PISCES. Wherein shall we rejoice? TAURUS. In our Lady Venus. LIBRA. In what you will. TAURUS. Thy will, our Lady, and not ours be done! PISCES. M…
1911 · PDF PAGE 264
PART II VENUS. (Awekihg) 3334-333. [Venus is Mil/iahlly illuminated; the rest remain dark. VENUS. Little brother, what is the hour? PISCES. The dawn is at hand. VENUS. Little brother, what is the place? TAURUS. It is the holy mountain of our Lady Venus. VENUS. Children, awake and rejoice. LIBRA. Awake and rejoice. PISCES. How shall we rejoice? TAURUS. As our Lady hath appointed. LIBRA. AS you like it. PISCES. Wherein shall we rejoice? TAURUS. In our Lady Venus. LIBRA. In what you will. TAURUS. Thy will, our Lady, and not ours be done! PISCES. M…
1901 · PDF PAGE 104
…tany ! Thy mitre sits, divided strength, to end thy church and thee ! ” The third face spake and said : “ Welcome, O Man, to Death ! Thy little span of life is sped, Sighed out thy little breath. The worm that never dies is thine ; the fire that lingereth ! ” “ Three voices has thy frame, Their music is but one. Fool-demon, slave of night and shame, That canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God : make thou homage and orison ! ” The wild heads sank in fear : Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance crept of many a year, Barred gates of Par…
1904 · PDF PAGE 59
THE ARCHBISHOPSS SONG I nicked her suck-and-swallow, Her intercrural trench, Her home-sweet-home, her hollow, Her little shop of stench. I knocked her up the mustard-pot ; I swivelled her in the socket ; I stirred her creamy custard-pot With my rampageous rocket. I jumbled up her harbour ; I climbed her Jacobs ladder : I slept inside her arbour ; I stung her with my adder. I larded her factotum : I fucked her breadwinner ; My thrysus and its scrotum Gave her starch pie for dinner. Her Mary-Jane I mashed, Her little sister jiggled ; Her sack o…
1898 · PDF PAGE 4
…dedicate this play to the gentleman who, on the evening of June 24th, 1898, turned back in Shaftes- bury Avenue to give a halfpenny to a little girl, and thereby suggested to me the idea here rendered.
1910 · PDF PAGE 339
…fe only flows, and the flavour of its tides is with us always. I sit in judgment on myself—I where the world could gather itself in one, little, humble, focus-point of curiosity and peep into the garden of her soul—I—where seas could be held calm and captive in a little pool of blue—I—who could consume mountains in a flash, and devour the dawn, I who could bid the moon trail her white limbs for my pleasure through the windy bagnios of the sky. “T sit in judgment and condemn, for often I was a sword when Truth was a: little child, and the breast…
1910 · PDF PAGE 339
…fe only flows, and the flavour of its tides is with us always. I sit in judgment on myself—I where the world could gather itself in one, little, humble, focus-point of curiosity and peep into the garden of her soul—I—where seas could be held calm and captive in a little pool of blue—I—who could consume mountains in a flash, and devour the dawn, I who could bid the moon trail her white limbs for my pleasure through the windy bagnios of the sky. “T sit in judgment and condemn, for often I was a sword when Truth was a: little child, and the breast…
1910 · PDF PAGE 92
…nder that tree and lie alone together What time the West is grey, the stars appear. Then you shall love me as a virgin would ; Shudder a little with a little fear, But yield thy podex to my lotus-wand, Giving some smile twin sister to a tear, Just as the body shudders3 when the soul Gives up to Allah, in its hot career, Identity ; impales its sunless self On to the splendour of that sunbright spear, And laughs and weeps, not knowing what it does, Entering the glowing rapture of the sphere Where He is manifestly all ; and all He ; where the I an…
1907 · PDF PAGE 298
…rand stage of the world on which the great actors have played their part , and have retired behind the So once more , much to the joy of little children , the little Rationalias , the little Secularias , the harlequinade has again begun . Sinbad has sailed away with all his treasure ; Aladdin has departed , and has not forgotten to take with him his wonderful lamp . No more Jinn are to be unbottled from their sleep of a thousand years ; the moon - faced ones have passed away , some singing , some laughing , some weeping ; and in their place hav…
1913 · PDF PAGE 510
…whole hand, it is that of destiny; the ring-finger is that of alliances and of honours: chiromancers have consecrated it to the sun; the little finger is insinuating and talkative, at least, so say simple folk and nursemaids, whose little finger tells them so much. The hand has seven protuber- ances which the qabalists, following natural analogies, have attributed to the seven planets: that of the thumb, to Venus ; that of the index, to Jupiter; that of the medius, to Saturn; that of the ring-finger, to the Sun; that of the little finger, to Me…
1913 · PDF PAGE 510
…whole hand, it is that of destiny; the ring-finger is that of alliances and of honours: chiromancers have consecrated it to the sun; the little finger is insinuating and talkative, at least, so say simple folk and nursemaids, whose little finger tells them so much. The hand has seven protuber- ances which the qabalists, following natural analogies, have attributed to the seven planets: that of the thumb, to Venus ; that of the index, to Jupiter; that of the medius, to Saturn; that of the ring-finger, to the Sun; that of the little finger, to Me…
1899 · PDF PAGE 123
…dedicate this play to the gentleman who, on the evening of June 24th, 1898, turned back in Shaftes- bury Avenue to give a halfpenny to a little girl, and thereby suggested to me the idea here rendered.
1913 · PDF PAGE 611
MORTADELLO OR THE ANGEL OF VENICE A PLAY IN FIVE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY PRICE TEN SHILLINGS NET “A little masterpiece.”"—The Times. WIELAND & CO. 33 AVENUE STUDIOS, SOUTH KENSINGTON, LONDON, S.W. ‘TELEPHONE : 2632 KENSINGTON
1913 · PDF PAGE 611
MORTADELLO OR THE ANGEL OF VENICE A PLAY IN FIVE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY PRICE TEN SHILLINGS NET “A little masterpiece.”"—The Times. WIELAND & CO. 33 AVENUE STUDIOS, SOUTH KENSINGTON, LONDON, S.W. ‘TELEPHONE : 2632 KENSINGTON
1910 · PDF PAGE 338
…s, that yes and no became counters of speech almost indistinguishable to my thinking. Once, I remember, there trickled from me a vagrant little flow of words, so bitter and so inviting, so poisonous and yet so intoxicating, that the soul for whom they were meant held up the silver goblets of hearing for its own destruction with trembling, greedy hands, covetous and anxious, hungry and afraid. Her voice that purled and rippled and sang through me—ah! it was like a kiss caged in her throat, and to hear it made a man a father in longing. There are…
1910 · PDF PAGE 338
…s, that yes and no became counters of speech almost indistinguishable to my thinking. Once, I remember, there trickled from me a vagrant little flow of words, so bitter and so inviting, so poisonous and yet so intoxicating, that the soul for whom they were meant held up the silver goblets of hearing for its own destruction with trembling, greedy hands, covetous and anxious, hungry and afraid. Her voice that purled and rippled and sang through me—ah! it was like a kiss caged in her throat, and to hear it made a man a father in longing. There are…
1902 · PDF PAGE 85
… problem infinite again. I have not gained one jot since first I saw The stately bosom of the Venusberg, Save that mine eyes have seen a little truth, My body found a little weariness. I am very feeble ! Hither comes the hunt ! \_A horn winds quite close by. The noble, doomed, swift beauty ! Closer yet Pant the long hounds ! What heart he has ! One, two ! See the brach dying by his bloody flank ! So could not Tannhauser awhile ago. My help lay outside and above myself What skills him he is brave ? He ends the same. Poor stag! Here sweep the for…