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Page 61 of 1121912 · PDF PAGE 276
…oy Billy," tastefully costumed for walking in Bond Street as an Egyptian W's, was romping with her third best pal in spite of the broken heart which she had left beneath the boots of Mr. Hener Skene; Mr. Austin Harrison, who had dropped in for a quiet afternoon, was quite failing to grasp the situation created by the Editor herself, who, shaking in every chin, declared rather more than less than aloud that, waiters or no waiters, she meant to marry him, and the gentleman down-stairs could go—my grandmother's hat 1— and—~— She was interrupted by…
1912 · PDF PAGE 276
…oy Billy," tastefully costumed for walking in Bond Street as an Egyptian W's, was romping with her third best pal in spite of the broken heart which she had left beneath the boots of Mr. Hener Skene; Mr. Austin Harrison, who had dropped in for a quiet afternoon, was quite failing to grasp the situation created by the Editor herself, who, shaking in every chin, declared rather more than less than aloud that, waiters or no waiters, she meant to marry him, and the gentleman down-stairs could go—my grandmother's hat 1— and—~— She was interrupted by…
1913 · PDF PAGE 153
…I have sought Him among men , and in the mart ; I have sought Him in the sweet and open field ; I have sought Him in the stillness of my heart But never found Him anywhere revealed . I sailed upon the strong and fragrant sea ; I fought His ancient worship to defend ; I lived five years an eremite - but He Was only more mysterious at the end . Often when I would linger all the night To meditate the universal doom , Suddenly , in a fever of delight , I would seem to feel His presence in the gloom . But it was fancy : for when daylight broke , And…
1913 · PDF PAGE 224
… the arrows cast by Blake away, Andfling them surely at the sacred One. And the barbed arrow on its way shall run More swiftly; my swift heart tt shall obey ; And it shall hit! And thou no more shalt say The archer was blind, for the thing that I have done. Swift night, slow-burning stars, the wavering lyre Breathes fitfully beneath the moon's white fire, In vrhythin to the cadence of the sigil Whose symbols sing, making the night to swoon, The day to tremble: from my secret vigil I shall return to meet thee, Love, and soon. 186
1913 · PDF PAGE 224
… the arrows cast by Blake away, Andfling them surely at the sacred One. And the barbed arrow on its way shall run More swiftly; my swift heart tt shall obey ; And it shall hit! And thou no more shalt say The archer was blind, for the thing that I have done. Swift night, slow-burning stars, the wavering lyre Breathes fitfully beneath the moon's white fire, In vrhythin to the cadence of the sigil Whose symbols sing, making the night to swoon, The day to tremble: from my secret vigil I shall return to meet thee, Love, and soon. 186
1907 · PDF PAGE 96
…ores } Mad with their meaning, I smoke and sit Rhyming at random through my teeth, Grey with the mire of the slough beneath, Deep in the hearts that revel in it, Drowned in the breath of the hell that pours In the heart of Paris its infamous wave. Damning the soul of God, I rise, Stumble among the dissolute bands, Grope to the steep inadequate stairs Scrawled with villainous names. My eyes Loathe the flare of the flickering brands. Out I climb through the greasy airs Into the cold and desolate road. Horror is sure of a safe abode Here in this h…
1905 · PDF PAGE 101
…alone. None other may abide apart: they perish, Drawn into me, into my being grown. None other bosom is, to bear, to nourish, To be: the heart of all beneath my zone Of blue and gold is scarlet-bright to cherish My own’s life being, that is, and is not other ; For I am God and Nature and thy Mother. I am the thousand-breasted milky spouse, Virginal also: Tartarus and Gaia Twinned in my womb, and Chaos from my brows Shrank back abashed, my sister dark and dire, Mother of Erebus and Night, that ploughs With starry-sandalled feet the fields of fir…
1930 · PDF PAGE 16
Liber LXVI. Liber Stella? Rubeœ. A secret ritual, the Heart of IAO-OAI, delivered unto V.V.V.V.V. for his use in a certain matter of Liber Legis. See Liber CCCXXXIII (Book of Lies), pp. 34-5. Also Appendix VI in this book. Liber LXVIL The S word of S on g. A critical study of varions philosophies. An account of Buddhism. A. Crowley, Collected Works, Vol. ii, pp. 140-203. Liber LXXL The Voice of the Silence, the Two Pathsy the Seven Portais, by H. P. Blavatsky, with an elaborate commentary by Frater O. M. Equinox III. I. Supplément. Liber LXXXII…
1907 · PDF PAGE 18
…e Of far unstained eternity ! There we will rest. Beware! Beware! For I am young, and you are fair. Nay! Iam old in this, you know! Ah ! heart of God! I love you so! XXV. O WHAT pale thoughts like gum exude From smitten stem of tropic tree ! I talk of veils, who love the nude ! Witness the masterpieces three Of Rodin that make possible Life in prosaic Paris, stand About the room, its chorus swell From the irritating to the grand. Shall we, who love the naked form, The inmost truth, to ourselves fail, Take shelter from love’s lightning-storm Beh…
1907 · PDF PAGE 98
…now. I see below the beautiful low brow (Low too for cunning, like enough !) your lips, A scarlet splash of murder. From them drips This heart’s blood ; you have fed your fill on me. I am exhaust, a pale, wan phantom floating Aimless in air, than which [am thinner. You I see, more brilliant, of that sanguine hue ([f anything be true that I can see) Full fed ; you smile, a smile obscenely gloating On the voluptuous wreck your lust hath wrought. See the loose languor of precipitate thought These versicles exhale! ILow rude the rime! There is no m…
1911 · PDF PAGE 97
…es down hall] Lay him there Ι [She rena’s her weil,] Sidi Omar, these twenty years have I been wedded to thee and thou hast not known my heart! Leave me, that I may bewail him as is fitting. [All deþort but FATMA and LEDMIYA and the PIPE-SLAVES with their þrisonerj Fatma, do thou lament. I await tidings of the battle. Is there sign of a messenger? [FATMA goes to corpse ana’ mutter: over it. LEDMIYA [ut window]. There are many that make hither. Some bear the dead away—two, three, five, eight, oh 50 many! Some ride weary or wounded . . . LAYLAH. So…
1911 · PDF PAGE 97
…es down hall] Lay him there Ι [She rena’s her weil,] Sidi Omar, these twenty years have I been wedded to thee and thou hast not known my heart! Leave me, that I may bewail him as is fitting. [All deþort but FATMA and LEDMIYA and the PIPE-SLAVES with their þrisonerj Fatma, do thou lament. I await tidings of the battle. Is there sign of a messenger? [FATMA goes to corpse ana’ mutter: over it. LEDMIYA [ut window]. There are many that make hither. Some bear the dead away—two, three, five, eight, oh 50 many! Some ride weary or wounded . . . LAYLAH. So…
1912 · PDF PAGE 117
…rops the veil from her face. Stare, murderer, stare your eyes out ! Let them start From your pale face, despair through all your dastard heart. Yes, I have won, I have won ! Black bastardy of fear ! My auguries are done, my vengeance drawing near Is at your throat. I will be gone. Tis here ! Tis here ! [She disappears. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! Im poisoned. Stop the fiend ! Arrest her, friends ! All my wealth for a leech ! So Mortadello ends ! No ! Jesus ! up and out ! By God ! Ill kill her first, Though all my blood is boiling and my bowels …
1913 · PDF PAGE 210
…ips of a courtesan of Rome, ah! list! A wandering singer caught the light o’ the stars On his lips, and the sun-dawn of the world in his heart. For I that dwelt within the city of Time Was lost in a cloudy dawn; the silken veil Of dew that clothed the green grass of the fields
1913 · PDF PAGE 362
… have pursued thee, in trampling beneath their feet for thee the dearest dreams of their imagination, the best beloved phantoms of their heart ! For thee, they have been repulsed and proscribed, for thee they have suffered prison, nakedness, hunger, thirst, the desertion of those whom they loved, and the dark temptations of despair! Thou wast their right, and they have conquered thee! _ Now they can weep and believe, now they can submit themselves and pray! Repentant Cain would have been greater than Abel : it is lawful pride satisfied which ha…
1913 · PDF PAGE 210
…ips of a courtesan of Rome, ah! list! A wandering singer caught the light o’ the stars On his lips, and the sun-dawn of the world in his heart. For I that dwelt within the city of Time Was lost in a cloudy dawn; the silken veil Of dew that clothed the green grass of the fields
1913 · PDF PAGE 362
… have pursued thee, in trampling beneath their feet for thee the dearest dreams of their imagination, the best beloved phantoms of their heart ! For thee, they have been repulsed and proscribed, for thee they have suffered prison, nakedness, hunger, thirst, the desertion of those whom they loved, and the dark temptations of despair! Thou wast their right, and they have conquered thee! _ Now they can weep and believe, now they can submit themselves and pray! Repentant Cain would have been greater than Abel : it is lawful pride satisfied which ha…
1907 · PDF PAGE 166
… detested pang. I live—that shames me! Iam not a man. Nothing can I to sharpen or to span My throat with iron fingers, or my sword In my heart’s acid where the blood began Long since to leap, and now dropsdeadly slow, Clotted with salt and sulphur and strong woe. I shall not die: the first sight of the sward Stained with the spectral corpse had stung me so, Not stabbed me, since I saw her and survive. I shall not die—Ah! shall I be alive? This hath no part ineither: bale and bliss Forget me, careless ifI rot or thrive. Heaven forgot me—or she w…
1898 · PDF PAGE 19
… shall be because my work is for all times and all men, because it is greater than all the gods of chance and change, because it has the heart of the human race beating in every line. ” This is a patch of magenta to mauve, undoubtedly ; but—! The present collection of verses will hardly be popular ; if the lost works turn up, of course it may be that there may be found “ shelter for songs that recede.” Still, even here, one is, on the whole, more attracted than repelled ; the author has enormous power, and he never scruples to use it, to drive …
1961 · PDF PAGE 131
…the comprehension of the Arcanum of Change, which is the Root of the Work of a Magus of Our Holy Order. O my Son, bind this within thine Heart, for its Name is the Beatific Vision. m