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…r sad because it did not sleep; {187} But with calm eyes abode Patient, its leisure the galactic load, Abode alone, nor even rejoiced to know that it was God. Moneys-grubbing does its best to blaspheme and destroy nature. It is useless to oppose the baseness of humanity; if one touches pitch one runs the risk of being defiled. I am perfectly content to know that the vileness of civilization is rapidly destroying itself; that it stinks in my nostrils tells me that ti is rotting and my consolation is in the words of Lord Dunsany. In the meantime,…
1901 · PDF PAGE 87
… most reluctant breath Out of corruption : love ! ah ! love is strong ! What waters quench it ? King Shalomeh saith. I am the king : you know it, friend ! We wed. That is the tale of how my wooing sped. And oh ! the quest : half won—incredible ? I am so brave, and pure—folk love me well. But oh ! my life, my being ! That is dead, And my whole soul—a whirlwind out of hell !
1909 · PDF PAGE 28
winners of the Ordeal X. What is this? Thou shalt know. 23. For perfume mix meal and honey and thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften and smooth down with rich fresh blood! 24. The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worship- pers: last of some beast, no matter what. 25. This burn: of this make cakes and eat unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick…
1912 · PDF PAGE 22
…ermost intent to save our hapless city. O Monica ! the meek and mystic eremite ! ALESSANDRO. No gardeners ? Its odd !O maid ofwho God knows ! LORENZO. Her knees are worn with prayers ! With fasts her frame is weak ! ALESSANDRO. I knowI have been there ! I could not move or speak ! LORENZO. Yours is a loathsome mind. ALESSANDRO. Youcultivate the same ! These ladies you might find reciprocate your flame. With love the man who trifles, advancement surely misses Affairs of state one stifles with very skilful kisses !
1913 · PDF PAGE 191
… rails that shine and stones that stream Unsubstantial as a dream ? What sudden door has opened so, What hand has passed , that I should know This moving vision not of trance That melts the globe of circumstance, This sight that marks not least or most And makes a stone a passing ghost ? Is it that a year ago I stood upon this self -same spot ; Is it that since a year ago The place and I have altered not ; Is it that I half forgot, A year ago , and all despised For a space the things that I had prized : The race of life , the glittering show ? …
1926 · PDF PAGE 20
…symbols to attribute them unto. 56. Begone! ye mockers; even though ye laugh in my honour ye shall laugh not long: then when you are sad know that I have for- saken you. 57. He that is righteous shall be righteous still; he that is filthy shall be filthy still. 58. Yea! deem not of change: ye shall be as ye are, and not other. Therefore the kings of the earth shall be kings for ever. The slaves shall serve. There is none that shall be cast down or lifted up: all is ever as it was. Yet there are masked ones my servants: it may be that yonder begga…
1961 · PDF PAGE 102
LIBER ALEPH VEL CXI 90 Gl De Gradibus ad Magnum Opus (Of Steps to the Great Work) HIS Great Work is the Attainment of the Know- ledge and Conversation of thine Holy Guardian Angel. In the Eight Æthyr is the Way thereof revealed. But I say: prepare thyself most heartily and well for that Battle of Love by all means of Magick. Make thyself puissant, wise, radiant in every System, and balance thyself well in thine Universe. Then with a pure Will tempered in the thousand Furnaces of thy Trials, burn up thyself within thy Self. In the Preparation ho…
1907 · PDF PAGE 70
…ent of all thy beauty burns upon the wind. The deep perfume Of our own love is hidden in our hearts, the invulnerable ring. No man shall know. I bear thee down unto the tomb, beyond the tomb, Rose on the breast of the world of spring ! XX. LIE still, O love, and let there be delight ! Lie on the soft banks of ambrosial air, The roseate marble of invisible space. Secure and silent, O caressing night, We are in thee; and thou art everywhere, Lie still, and read thy soul upon my face. Swayed slowly by the wind, made crafts- men of The mystery of h…
1905 · PDF PAGE 118
… me ! I curse even now that hateful parting-place. But now—he comes ! How glad I am ! Apace Fly the glad minutes—There he is at last ! I know the firm foot on the marble floor. The hour-glass turns ! What miseries to cast For ever to the limbo of the past ! He knocks—my friend ! O joy for evermore ! He calls ! “ Open the door ! Open the door ! ”
1926 · PDF PAGE 27
winners of the Ordeal X. What is this? Thou shalt know. 23. For perfume mix meal and honey and thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin and olive oil, and afterward soften and smooth down with rich fresh blood! 24. The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child, or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the worship- pers: last of some beast, no matter what. 25. This burn: of this make cakes and eat unto me. This hath also another use; let it be laid before me, and kept thick…
1913 · PDF PAGE 47
Rupert Brooke. For England 's the one land I know , Where Men with Splendid Hearts may go ; And Cambridgeshire , of all England , The shire for Men who Understand ; And of that district I prefer The lovely hamlet , Grantchester . For Cambridge people rarely smile , Being urban , squat , and packed with guile ; And Royston men in the far south Are black and fierce and strange of mouth ; At Over they fling oaths at one , And worse than oaths at Trumpington ; And Ditton girls are mean and dirty , And there 's none in Harston under thirty , And fol…
1905 · PDF PAGE 81
WINTER Know ye my children? From the old strong breast Not weary yet of life’s grey change, not drawn Into the utter peace of death, the rest Of the dim hour that lingers ere the dawn, Spring these that laugh upon thee. In the snow See forests bare and gaunt, Where wingéd whispers haunt, Lighting the dull sky with a slumberous glow; Hear the strange sounds of winter chaunt; Feel the keen wisdom of the winter thrill Young hearts with passionate foretaste Of death in some wild waste Of deserts darkening at some wild god’s will, Of frozen steppes …
1912 · PDF PAGE 64
…Angel of Venice ? ALONZO. Flown, good gadgeon, flown ! 3RD RUFFIAN. Twas you that murdered her. ALONZO. My clever fool, I swear I dont know where she is, and by the Mass, dont care. 1ST RUFFIAN. She is the saint of God, the guardian of the city. ALONZO. You should have kept her safeyou didnt. Mores the pity.
1913 · PDF PAGE 196
THE EQUINOX So shall the lust of love be sated on thee In spite of thee, who knowest no ecstasy. And I will win a pallid way to the stars In spite of thee! Yea, and because of thee. For the end of every path must be the same, And at the end of thee, immortal one, Is Nothing! Yea, thou shalt know, Rose, even as I, How the last dust of the world is naught but dust, And how thou shalt die, being the Immortal Rose. x LIFE MEN say: “ For love's sake and for beauty’s sake We would make our songs immortal; we would give The passionate cry of summer, t…
1913 · PDF PAGE 196
THE EQUINOX So shall the lust of love be sated on thee In spite of thee, who knowest no ecstasy. And I will win a pallid way to the stars In spite of thee! Yea, and because of thee. For the end of every path must be the same, And at the end of thee, immortal one, Is Nothing! Yea, thou shalt know, Rose, even as I, How the last dust of the world is naught but dust, And how thou shalt die, being the Immortal Rose. x LIFE MEN say: “ For love's sake and for beauty’s sake We would make our songs immortal; we would give The passionate cry of summer, t…
1914 · PDF PAGE 15
…ould hear me, they would smile and say : How this young satirist exaggerates! If they could see me, they would all go gray ‘With horror, know there is no word in hate’s Roll to speak hate, just as in all love's lore There is no word for love—oh, snore, sow, snore! 1 am rigid with my hate; the brain stands still, Frozen in hate, the eyes one frightful glare. ‘Oh, may sleep save me—or the twitch and thrill Of ecstasy—and yet I hardly dare. Anything but to wake (dear God, I pray!) To the mad maulings of Chicago May.
1928 · PDF PAGE 161
…nges, and the operation completed, how proudly he would say, looking at his watch, Five minutes, gentlemen. Oh yes, I go everywhere. I know these gentlemen very well. A moment later she addressed me more familiarly, resuming her previous manner, and said, You are a doctor, arent you, my dear? This unintelligible refrain made me leap to my feet. No! I cried furiously. A surgeon, then?
1905 · PDF PAGE 241
TANNHAUSER 234 The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls, And falls! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon’s! , Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, The song that soars, and reads the starry runes, And swoons ! None but the dead can tune the lyre of love! Come, love, thy body serpentine and bright …
1961 · PDF PAGE 36
…very Repulsion in thy self, subdue every Aversion. Assimilate all Poison, for therein only is there Profit. Seek constantly therefore to know what is painful and to cleave thereunto, for by Pain cometh true Pleasure. Those who avoid Pain physical or mental remain little Men, and there is no Virtue in them. Yet be thou ware lest thou fall into the Heresy which maketh Pain, and Self-sacrifice as it were Bribes to corrupt God, to secure some future Pleasure in an imagined After-life. Nay, also of the other Part, fear not to destroy thy Complexes, …
1919 · PDF PAGE 169
…rk. But the Progress is not bad for all that. However, I don’t quite like the complacent feeling. Nothing replaces hard work. Somebody I know (or don’t know) does more actual grind than he ever did. 24 full dress Magick ceremonies in the first 5 weeks of 1914, and about 2 hours every morning writing up the records. And in this please include 2 bad goes of influenza and bronchitis! O.M.) July 9, 7.20-7.24 A.M. Dragon. Rather bad. Tried to do practice outside in the rain, there being no room in the tent. Note:—Man, wife and baby together with all…