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Page 51 of 1231996 · PDF PAGE 64
…rd but Her praise, no thought but love of Her. You have only one cry, of inarticulate ecstasy, the intense spasm, possession of Her, and Death, to Her. You have no act but the priest’s gesture that makes your body Hers. The wafer is the disk of the Sun, the star in Her body. Your blood is spilt from your heart with every beat of your pulse into Her cup. It is the wine of Her life crushed from the grape of your sun-ripened vine. On this wine you are drunk. It washes your corpse that is as the fragment of the Host, broken by you, the Priest, into…
1996 · PDF PAGE 9
… the Law (Montréal: 93 Publishing, 1974). Although the most complete edition to date, even this edition made substantial cuts. Crowley’s death in December of 1947 suspended any publish ing plans, and Wilkinson did no further editorial work on the book, although he did believe it to be in circulation among the o.T.o.1 2 He was in any event preoccupied with settling Crowley’s affairs, as Crowley’s had named him an executor of his will.3 The very existence of this popular abridged edition was one of Crowley’s better-kept secrets. Neither Karl Ger…
1898 · PDF PAGE 55
…y eyes, And He with rosy finger points the way, The blood-wrought mystic path of Paradise That leads at last through yonder icy spray Of Death to the blue vaults of the undying day. But oh ! this desert is a weary land, Poisons alone their prickly heads lift high ; The sun, a globe of fury, still doth stand In the dark basin of the burning sky. There is no water, no, nor herb, and I 45
1901 · PDF PAGE 83
…ad, for my hecatomb ! I am thy mistress, and thy slaves have seen it ! Even as thy cold devouring kisses roll Over my corpse; I hear its death-cry thrill me! Thine !—O my God! I render thee the whole, My broken body and my accursed soul! Come, come, come, come! Ah! conquer me and kill me !
1905 · PDF PAGE 155
… is the hour ! The drink is poured ! Wake ! fatal and avenging sword ! Brave men of Erin, hand in hand, Arise and free the lovely land ! Death to the Saxon ! Slay nor spare ! O God of Justice, hear us swear !
1910 · PDF PAGE 395
…cry, a monster moan, As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now God saith (I swear it by His holy wounds And by His lamentable death, And by His holy Mother’s face !) That he shall know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace Who shall achieve this marvel quest.” Then Arthur sterte up from his place, And sterte up boldly all the rest, And sware to seek this goodly thing. But now the dwarf doth beat his breast, And speak on this wise to the king, That he should worthy knight be found Who with his hands the dwarf should …
1910 · PDF PAGE 453
…, foully nailed Unto the cruel Calvary tree, Look on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but death That shall avail me in my place, That I may know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace? Keep Thou yet firm this trembling leaf My soul, dear God Who died for men; Yea! for that sinner-soul the chief, Sir Palamede the Saracen!” 77
1910 · PDF PAGE 483
…to the last neck. By Her That bore the Lord, by what device May he pass there? Yet still he moves, Ardent and steady, as if the price Of death were less than life approves, As if on eagles’ wings he mounted, Or as on angels’ wings—or love’s! So, all the journey he discounted, Holding the goal. Supreme he stood. Upon the summit; dreams uncounted, Worlds of sublime beatitude ! He passed beyond. The All he hath touched, And dropped to vile desuetude. What lay beyond? What star unsmutched By being? His poor fingers fumble, And all the Naught their …
1910 · PDF PAGE 395
…cry, a monster moan, As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now God saith (I swear it by His holy wounds And by His lamentable death, And by His holy Mother’s face !) That he shall know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace Who shall achieve this marvel quest.” Then Arthur sterte up from his place, And sterte up boldly all the rest, And sware to seek this goodly thing. But now the dwarf doth beat his breast, And speak on this wise to the king, That he should worthy knight be found Who with his hands the dwarf should …
1910 · PDF PAGE 453
…, foully nailed Unto the cruel Calvary tree, Look on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but death That shall avail me in my place, That I may know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace? Keep Thou yet firm this trembling leaf My soul, dear God Who died for men; Yea! for that sinner-soul the chief, Sir Palamede the Saracen!” 77
1910 · PDF PAGE 483
…to the last neck. By Her That bore the Lord, by what device May he pass there? Yet still he moves, Ardent and steady, as if the price Of death were less than life approves, As if on eagles’ wings he mounted, Or as on angels’ wings—or love’s! So, all the journey he discounted, Holding the goal. Supreme he stood. Upon the summit; dreams uncounted, Worlds of sublime beatitude ! He passed beyond. The All he hath touched, And dropped to vile desuetude. What lay beyond? What star unsmutched By being? His poor fingers fumble, And all the Naught their …
1910 · PDF PAGE 175
…eave me to solitude, leave me to night ! Is there no moon to enkindle the height ? V See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up the death of the Star, and renews Life in cascades of peonian hues ! Nay, but she curves to arise, to increase ; Glamour on glamour to sicken and cease. How shall the warrior win to the peace ? Fade, O thou moon in thy magical bark ! Sink in the ocean thy silvery spark ! Leave me, ah leave me alone in the dark !
1913 · PDF PAGE 163
…us , like a comet , fiery flight on Alight , Flash upon flash , and purple morn on morn : But always out of agony - delight ; And out of death - God ever more reborn , Till , waxing fair and subtle and supreme , Desiring his own spirit to possess , Man of the bright eyes and the ardent dream Saw paradise , and God was Consciousness . 144
1906 · PDF PAGE 67
…t nor sound shall war against him more, For whom all winds are quiet as the sun, All waters as the shore." } NoTE.—The sudden and tragic death of the Editor has necessitated the completion of his task by another hand. The introduction was, however, in practically its present form. WHAT LAY BEFORE. WHITE POPPY. AMID the drowsy dream, Lit by some fitful beam Of other light Than the mere sun, supreme On all the glint and gleam ; Shooting through night, Above the water-way Where my poor corpse must stay, I bend and float away From human sight. Unto…
1929 · PDF PAGE 47
…r a place in which to fix its claws, nor the weapon a place to admit its point. And for what reason? Because there is in him no place of death." "But you did nothing. You were just acting [68] like an ordinary man. But I think it would have been death for any one but you." "An ordinary man would not have touched the Thing. It was on a different plane, and would no more have interfered with him than sound interferes with light. A young magician, one who had opened a gate on to that plane, but had not yet become master of that plane, might have b…
1899 · PDF PAGE 57
…That pierce her bosom, like dividing swords, With hopes and loves re-quickened, and her breath Grew calm as worships, though as dark as death Her soul had been for weary days no few ; Now, lightened by the spirit thrust anew As into a dead body breath of life, She gave sweet thanks with gentle lips that ope, Like buds of roses on the sunny slope Of lily gardens falling toward a stream That flashes back the intolerable beam Of sunlight with light heart. They fled away At Cypris word, beyond the bounds of day Into the awful caverns of the night…
1901 · PDF PAGE 69
…ut of zt swathed in bandages. Out of the sleep of ages wake and live! [ The wrappings fall off. THE LEPER. I am the resurrection and the death! [Ratoum falls back shrieking. The priests raise a chant to stifle the sound. PACHAD (tearing off his mask). I am the hideous poison of thy veins And foulest fruit of thy incestuous womb. RATOUM. I am thy mother! I have nurtured thee With woman’s tenderness and godhead’s strength. PACHAD. I am the avenger of my own false birth.
1902 · PDF PAGE 61
…g, Seeking dead dreams, the secret of the shrine ; So that she drain my life and being up As from a golden cup, To minofle in her blood, death's kiss incarnadine. & Who cometh from the ocean as a flower ? Who blossometh above the barren sea ? Thy lotus set beneath thee for a bower. Thine eyes awakened, lightened, fallen on me ? O Goddess, queen, and wife ! O Lady of my life ! Who set thy stature as a wood to wave ? Whose love begat thy limbs ? Whose wave-washed body swims That nurtured thee, and found herself a grave ? 59
1902 · PDF PAGE 120
… see-saw of all misery —begin The alluring mysteries of lust and sin ; Ends their delight !— and are they clear to sight ? Or mixed with death, compact of night ? Begin — the bitter tears of impotence. The sad permuted sense Of this despair—what would you ? and renew The long soft warfare—the enchanted arms. The silken body's charms. The lips that murmur and the breasts that sting ; The eyes that sink so deep Beyond the steeps and avenues of sleep, And of their wonder bring No ultimation from the halls of night, The slippery staircase, and the …
1903 · PDF PAGE 67
… soul is out of me, and swings In desperate and strange surmise About the inmost heart of things. This is all strange : but is not life, Death, all, most strange, not to be told, Not to be understood by strife Of brain, nor bought for gleaming gold, Nor known by aught but love? And love Far from resolving soul to sense, Stands isolated and above Immaculate, alone, intense, Concentrate on itself. But should The lesser leave me, as it might ; The lesser never touch you; would Your will be one with my delight? Leave all the thoughts and miseries !…