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1939 · PDF PAGE 63

Eight Lectures on Yoga

… illustration. For instance, a clock does nothing at all but offer indications of the time. It is so constructed that this is all we can know about it. We can argue about whether the time is correct, and that means nothing at all, unless, for example, we know whether the clock is controlled electrically from an astronomical station where the astronomer happens to be sane, and in what part of the world the clock is, and so on. 21. I remember once when I was in Teng-Yueh, just inside the Chinese frontier in Yunnan. The hour of noon was always tel…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 105

Mortadello

…ALESSANDRO. A prudent gardener prunes ; but shall I fix the graff ? MONICA. Write me this afternoon’s intimate epitaph ? ALESSANDRO. You know I do not dare. MONICA. Till now you have dared all. There is a God whose care lets never a sparrow fall. ALESSANDRO. If Lesbia laughs, I would. MONICA. [Folding her hands in prayer.] Take care, you lose your labour. ALESSANDRO. Does love for God exclude a passion for your neighbor ?

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1961 · PDF PAGE 101

Liber Aleph

…e Ear most eagerly, thou Son of my Loins, for I will now discourse unto thee of thine Own Attainment, without which all is but Idleness. Know first that conscious Thought is but phenomenal, the Noise of thy Machine. Now Chemistry, or Al-Chem-y meaneth the Egyptian Science, and the true Magick of Egypt hath this for its Foundation. We have in our House many Substances which act directly upon the Blood, and many Practices of Virtue similar, to simulate, compose, purify, analyse, direct, or concentrate the Thought. Confer CCXX. II, 22. But this Ac…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 9

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…dy, 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 Said some French thinker! He…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 86

Oracles

… passeth understanding, that am I ! Even I, perceiving deeply beneath the eyes of flame The soul that, kindling, is not kindled : I have known thy Name. Awake, O soaring billows ! Lighten the raging dome, Wrap the wide horizon in a single cloak of flaming foam, Leap in your fury ! Beat upon the shores unseen ! Devour your food, The broken cliff, the crumbled bank, the bar. I know the mood. Even so I see the terror of universal strife : Murderous war, and murderous peace, and miserable life : The pang of childbirth, and the pain of youth, and th…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 108

The Soul of Osiris

… corpse of night ! return Into thy shadowy world ! My symbols burn Against thee, shade of terror ! Go ! ” It spoke : “ Yea ! I am human. Know my actual truth : I am that ghost, the father of thy youth ! ” “ Poor wandering phantom ! ”—the exultant yell And wolfish howling of all damnéd souls Peals from the ravening jaws and gulfs of hell : Leaps that foul horror through the terrible Extinguished circle of the burning bowls. Then I remember, fling the gleaming rod Against him : “ Liar, back ! For I am God ! ”

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1912 · PDF PAGE 108

Mortadello

… lack is just the laugh of subtle, swarthy-skinned, Coarse-haired, black-eyed, thin, half a gypsy, half a wind Of the stubborn South—you know. ALESSANDRO. You mean Zelina ? MORTADELLO. Yes. You knew her long ago. Nay, man, no shame. Confess. ALESSANDRO. I’ll do the penance first. Will you and she come dine With music unrehearsed to match the mood o’ the wine ? MORTADELLO. Splendid. ALESSANDRO. Then I’ve got a girl to dance to the guitar : She saw the sand-storms whirl down South—God knows how far— And copies every twitch of their veiled fury of…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 19

Little Poems in Prose

…-world perfume, in which, with a sensitiveness made perfect, I grew drunk—alas! is replaced by the smell of stale tobacco mingled with I know not what sicken-

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1898 · PDF PAGE 11

Jezebel

…e to mock at me And gloat on mine exceeding pain ? ” “ Nay, but to give my soul to thee, And have thee spit at me again ! ” She smiled—I know she smiled—she sighed, Bit my lips through, and drank, and died !

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1912 · PDF PAGE 39

Mortadello

OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 21 MONICA. Who knows ? Dive ! Bear it heedfully. ORLANDO. And whither ? MONICA. To my house. Here ! take my ring. I go to concentrate my power. My sworn allies must know. I join you in an hour. I will make time to-night, though death lurked in the curtain. An hour for our delight, make one dream sure and certain ! Though all else fail, one hour shall spell supreme success, The bee drink of the flower, strength link with loveliness. ORLANDO. Torrents of ravening blood poured from the desolate steeps, Tumultuous fever of f…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 46

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…n my heart one slow sweet whisper stole Consuming and destroying all my soul Lest, if the pure cold mind should conquer it, TI might not know, although it still were sweet. ‘‘My pure desires arose and cast out love That flew away, most like a wounded dove, Only the drops were mine its bosom bled. Now the last time it hovers by my head: ‘* Now the last time I turn and go to her.”’ The violet smiled at him; his fingers fair Plucked the sweet blossom to his breast; his eyes. Mused like delight, and like desire were wise. There was a maiden like th…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 65

Liber Aleph

…nd if every Act has an Effect on every Plane, how canst thou do this unless thou be connected with all Planes? For this Reason must thou know thoroughly not only thy Body and thy Mind, but thy Body of Light and all its subtler Principles soever. But I will have thee consider most especially what powers thou hast within thee which are certainly capable of great Effects, yet which are constantly wasted. Think then whether, if these Powers, frustrate of their End upon one Plane, might not be turned to high Purpose and assured Success upon another.…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 116

Liber Aleph

…aath, which is in the Abyss. And to the Adepts of our Holy Order this Choice is terrible; by Cause that they must abandon even Him whose Knowledge and Conver- sation they have attained. Yet, o my Son, they have much Help of our Order in this Æon, because the general Formula is Love, so that their habit itself urges them to the Bed of our Lady BABALON. Know then the Black Brothers by this true Sign of their Initiation of iniquity, that that they resist Change, restrict and deny Love, fear Death. Percutiantur. o

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1899 · PDF PAGE 185

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…YRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 163 Amid the mob, to lift my cross, to share Its burden : not one friend - Whose love were silence, whose affection knows To press my hand and close my dying eyes There, at the endless end. I am alone on earth, and from the skies Sometimes I seem so far—and yet, thy kiss Re-quickens Hope ; through zther’s emptiness Thou guidest me to touch the Hand of Him who Is Thou hadst a torch to lume my lips to song ; Thou hast a cooler fountain for my thirst, Lest my young love should work thy fame a wrong ; So the grape’s veins in pu…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 42

Oracles

…d meet, and sow never a seed ! Mingle, and tingle, and kiss, and bleed With the blood of the life of the Lampsacene, With the teeth that know never a pitiful deed But fret and foam over with kisses obscene— Mingle and weep for what years have been. Never a son nor a daughter grow From your waste limbs, lest the goddess weep ; Fill up the ranks from the babes that sleep Far in the arms of a god of snow. Conquer the world, that her throne may keep More of its pride, and its secret woe Flow through all earth as the rivers flow. Which of the gods i…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 64

Orpheus

…own decree, With clanging rocks sky-piercing for our tomb, We call the thunder from our own black womb, We hear the voice and we obey—we know not whom ! We hear thee, who are cliffs and pinnacles Higher than heaven’s base, founded far in hell’s ; We hear, that sunder the blue skies of heaven; E? 65

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1906 · PDF PAGE 126

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…se at last. From father unto son it flees, An awful heritage of woe. Wives feel its cancerous prodigies Invade their wombs; the children know ' The inexpiable word, exhaust Not by a tenfold holocaust. Thus let mankind abase in fear Their hearts, nor sacrilege profane ‘The awful slumber of the seer, The dread adytum of the fane; Nor gain the mockery of a fleece, Losing reality of peace. Hail to wild Ares! Men, rejoice That He can thus avenge his shrine ! One solemn cadence of that voice Peal through the ages, shake the spine Of very Time, and pl…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 10

The Holy Books

… let the fine be tried in intellect, and the lofty chosen ones in the highest! Thus ye have star and star, system and system: let not one know well the other! 51. There are four gates to one palace; the floor of that palace is of silver and gold; lapis—lazuli and jasper are there; and all rare scents; jasmine and rose, and the emblems of death. Let him enter in turn or at once the four gates; let him stand on the floor of the palace. Will he not sink? Ho! warrior, if thy servant sink? But there are means and means. Be goodly therefore : dress ye a…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 16

The Holy Books

Are left to the dead and the dying, The folk that not know me as yet. 18. These are dead, these fellows ; they feel not. We are not for the poor and for the sad: the lords of the earth are our kinsfolk. 19. Is a God to live in a dog? No! but the highest are of us. They shall rejoice, our chosen: who sorroweth is not of us. 20. Beauty and strength, leaping laughter and delicious languor, force and fire, are of us. 21. We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit: let them die in their misery. For they feel not. Compassion is the vice of kings: s…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 249

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…have been introduced in order to make its abuse impossible.~O.M.] 1. THE Significator. Choose a card to represent the Querent, using your know— ledge or judgment of his character rather than dwelling on his physical characteristics 2. Take the cards in your left hand. In the right hand hold the wand over them, and say: I invoke thee, I A O, that thou wilt send Η R U, the great Angel that is set over the operations of this Secret Wisdom, to lay his hand invisibly upon these consecrated cards of art, that thereby we may obtain true knowledge of hi…

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