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Page 66 of 1591914 · PDF PAGE 24
…re To enter the most high, most holy house, Careless what gods or devils may be there. Love me! I love you, Laylah! Laylah! mine ‘Though time and space and force and being discede, Mine is the magic that has made me thine, Mine from sublime unconsciousness to deed. Laylah! oh God! the love of my whole life, ‘My life concentred in a single act, More than a mistress, wilder than a wife, ‘Who ratified our diabolic pact? God grant my life and yours be one, be one, One beyond possibility, no hour ‘But bring to ripeness in the royal sun ‘Some fruit o…
1898 · PDF PAGE 18
…g? Be kind to her ‘always, moon, when I am gone beyond you! You must finish my poem, Esmé; there is only a little todo. Kiss me the last time! Good-bye, my dear friends, I wish I could take your hands, but I am so weak. Kiss me, Esmé, quickly. I fee] the voice of God come like a shudder in my blood; I must goto Him. Esmé! Esmé! Esmé! I amsohappy! y,,,, set/- [ Dees. [Bsmé fings keérsetf passionately on to the body, weeping and kissing the dead face, while all the others kneel in prayer. Curtain.
1907 · PDF PAGE 250
…hat if it be not perceived it exists not ;” and in the “ Three Dialogues ” he again maintains this indisputable fact : Phil . And is not time measured by the succession of ideas in our mind ? Hyl. It is. Phil . And is it not possible ideas should succeed one another twice as fast in your mind as they do in mine , or in that of some spirit of another kind ? Hyl . I own it.2 This clinches the whole argument between Mysticus and Scepticus , as it did between the two disputants Philonous and Hylas . THE QABALAH Before entering upon Aleister Crowley…
1913 · PDF PAGE 220
… of this newer dawn.— This for the argent dream that stands apart, The image of Activity unveiled, The violation of Life by the thorn of Time. Ah! fever of a strong distempered god, Stirred into life by the mystery of birth : Sure and secure is set the secret Way Through all this endless maze of whirling things. Ah! let me pierce to the heart, to the heart of the Rose. I am pale as the Rose: last night came Love to me, And brushed me with his wing; and I arose, And stared out from my window into the dark. There was rain and wind, and the unforg…
1913 · PDF PAGE 220
… of this newer dawn.— This for the argent dream that stands apart, The image of Activity unveiled, The violation of Life by the thorn of Time. Ah! fever of a strong distempered god, Stirred into life by the mystery of birth : Sure and secure is set the secret Way Through all this endless maze of whirling things. Ah! let me pierce to the heart, to the heart of the Rose. I am pale as the Rose: last night came Love to me, And brushed me with his wing; and I arose, And stared out from my window into the dark. There was rain and wind, and the unforg…
1914 · PDF PAGE 25
… mortifying moon! Quicken our love! O bring me to the hour, Minute and second when I lose, I lose All that I am in one fellatrix flower! Time, O the unsubstantial ! O the ooze Of nothingness! Come bring me to the kiss, ‘The comfort of thine all-availing breast | Bring me to the intolerable bliss ‘Whose recrudescence is eternal rest— Laylah! I come to you, I come to you— ‘Three thousand miles, what are they to a soul ‘Whose insight bafiles the blind blaze of blue With single effort to a single goal? Laylah! 1 charge you by the love, the love ‘Th…
1909 · PDF PAGE 119
… A man sat there, timid, pathetic, one would say a man often rebuffed. He was nigh seventy years of age, maybe; he looked older. For him time had not moved at all, ap- parently; for he wore the dress of a beau of the Second Empire. Exquisitely, too, he wore it. Sitting back in his dark corner, the figure would have gained had it been suddenly transplanted to the glare of a State ball and the steps of a throne. Merrily Frédéric trolled out an easy, simple song with perfect art—how different from the laborious inefficiency of the Opera !—and came…
1909 · PDF PAGE 119
… A man sat there, timid, pathetic, one would say a man often rebuffed. He was nigh seventy years of age, maybe; he looked older. For him time had not moved at all, ap- parently; for he wore the dress of a beau of the Second Empire. Exquisitely, too, he wore it. Sitting back in his dark corner, the figure would have gained had it been suddenly transplanted to the glare of a State ball and the steps of a throne. Merrily Frédéric trolled out an easy, simple song with perfect art—how different from the laborious inefficiency of the Opera !—and came…
1928 · PDF PAGE 105
…of the sea. Strange faces were there, of men and women, marked with a fatal beauty; it seemed to me that I had known them long since, at times and in countries whose exact remem- brance I could no longer fix, and which rather inspired me with a fraternal sympathy than with that fear which usually arises at the sight of the unknown. If I wished to try to define in any way their strange expression, I would say that never have I seen eyes that shone more forcefully with the horror of boredom and with the immortal desire to feel themselves alive. M…
1899 · PDF PAGE 137
…g? Be kind to her ‘always, moon, when I am gone beyond you! You must finish my poem, Esmé; there is only a little todo. Kiss me the last time! Good-bye, my dear friends, I wish I could take your hands, but I am so weak. Kiss me, Esmé, quickly. I fee] the voice of God come like a shudder in my blood; I must goto Him. Esmé! Esmé! Esmé! I amsohappy! y,,,, set/- [ Dees. [Bsmé fings keérsetf passionately on to the body, weeping and kissing the dead face, while all the others kneel in prayer. Curtain.
1907 · PDF PAGE 66
…ow reversed , Char icles a venomous adder , Archais once again her own divine and glorious self . And this is how we find her the second time : The Tale of Archais , vol . i, p . 14 . 2 Ibid . vol . i, p . 16 .
1912 · PDF PAGE 77
…d, initiated by the Holy Magick, was then in that very state of divine tension to concentrate itself on that Self-glittering One.) It is time to break off for a moment from the Diary to ask the reader to remark how extraordinarily full is this passage of P.'s life. The scene opens on the slopes of Kangchenjanga with the death of five men. It continues with a jungle inhabited by savages, naked, armed with bows and arrows, ignorant even of any language containing so many as three C2 35
1912 · PDF PAGE 151
… none hath yet numbered, but One; in whom the Second Beginnings of Things are and wax strong, which also successively are the Numbers of Time: and their powers are as the first 456. Arise! you sons of Pleasurel and visit the earth: for I am the Lord your God; which is and liveth (for ever)[ In the name of the Creator, move! and shew yourselves as 109
1912 · PDF PAGE 77
…d, initiated by the Holy Magick, was then in that very state of divine tension to concentrate itself on that Self-glittering One.) It is time to break off for a moment from the Diary to ask the reader to remark how extraordinarily full is this passage of P.'s life. The scene opens on the slopes of Kangchenjanga with the death of five men. It continues with a jungle inhabited by savages, naked, armed with bows and arrows, ignorant even of any language containing so many as three C2 35
1912 · PDF PAGE 151
… none hath yet numbered, but One; in whom the Second Beginnings of Things are and wax strong, which also successively are the Numbers of Time: and their powers are as the first 456. Arise! you sons of Pleasurel and visit the earth: for I am the Lord your God; which is and liveth (for ever)[ In the name of the Creator, move! and shew yourselves as 109
1913 · PDF PAGE 207
…RCLE For all the blue heart of the shifting summer, And all the grace of green, the fire of spring Grown olden in the world of space and time— Let the twin worlds rejoice! The sacrilege Of the mystery is unveiled ; there is no word Uttered within the bosom of the spring. But the hornéd satyrs under the beechen boughs Still linger, as the hour of triumph grows In the Ram’s mouth: and the heart of day is torn With the fear of the new Birth: no more is set The Crown on the temples of the dawn; no more Is heard the clarion of the day; the ways Are …
1913 · PDF PAGE 207
…RCLE For all the blue heart of the shifting summer, And all the grace of green, the fire of spring Grown olden in the world of space and time— Let the twin worlds rejoice! The sacrilege Of the mystery is unveiled ; there is no word Uttered within the bosom of the spring. But the hornéd satyrs under the beechen boughs Still linger, as the hour of triumph grows In the Ram’s mouth: and the heart of day is torn With the fear of the new Birth: no more is set The Crown on the temples of the dawn; no more Is heard the clarion of the day; the ways Are …
1922 · PDF PAGE 89
…ded all possible memories, changing imperceptibly from one to another without the faintest hint of jarring. I was aware of the flight of time, because a church clock struck somewhere far off at immense incalculable intervals. I knew, therefore, that I was making a white night of it. I was aware of dawn through the open French windows on the balcony. Ages, long ages, later, there was a chime of bells announcing early Mass; and gradually my thought became more slow, more dim; the active pleasure of thinking became passive. Little by little the sh…
1928 · PDF PAGE 112
…another theft of this nature, I threat- ened to send him back to his parents. Then I went out, and my business kept me for a fairly long time abroad. What were not my horror and amazement when, returning to my house, the first object which caught my sight was my good little friend, my lifes merry companion, hanging from the panel of the wardrobe! He feet almost touched the floor; a chair which he had doubt- less kicked away was overturned beside him; his head was convulsively crooked over one shoulder; his blood-suffused face, and his eyes, wi…
1928 · PDF PAGE 147
…resenting to me six fine children, Ah well, my dear, the wife is still as virgin as your mistress was. In her nothing had changed. Sometime I regret her; I ought to have married her. The others began to laugh, and the third said in his turn: Gentlemen, I have known enjoyments which you have possibly neglectedI mean the comic side of love; a side which does not ex- clude admiration. I admired my last mistress more than I think you hated or loved yours. And everyone admired her as much as I did. When we went into a restaurant, at the end of …