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1907 · PDF PAGE 69

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… single, that shines Amid the manifold night Of all the flowery dreams that build it up. So from the azure cup Of heaven inverted is the white wine poured, Stay, O thou vivid sword : Of soul, and cease, and be not! Through all eternity Let me be not, and this thing be! Unto me XV. O THE deep wells and springs of tears ! G the intenser rays of blue, I'leeting through gray unaltering spheres, Like skies beholden through the dew ! O pearls of light ! O sombre meres Wherein a waterwitch is hid, And chants of sunset rise unbid, Your eyes, youreyes !…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 69

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… on the day’s grave, ‘* To love, and to forget ;” And sea-winds whisper o’er the wave The name of Margaret. A heart of gold, a flower of white, A blushing flame of snow, She moves like latticed moons of light— And O! her voice is low, Shell-murmurs borne to Amphitrite, Exulting as they go. Her stature waves, as if a flower Forgot the evening breeze, But heard the charioted hour Sweep from the farther seas, And kept sweet time within her bower, And hushed mild melodies. So grave and delicate and tall— Shall laughter never sweep Like a moss-guard…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 97

Moonchild

requirements. A single scheme of colour embraced the whole suite; white, blue and silver. The tapestries, the carpets, the very ceilings, were wholly in these and no other lights. The pictures and statues were of Artemis, no other goddess; the very objects in the apartment were crescent shaped, and the only metal in evidence was silver. Where the crescent could not serve the purpose, the surfaces had been engraved with stars of nine points. Only three books lay upon the table; they were the Endymion of Keats, the Atalanta in Calydon of Swinburn…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 147

Moonchild

…in the matter of trying to attack from within. Abdul Bey gasped out that it was well, that no more could be done, that the link with the White Lodge was broken. "But now our own blow strikes us to the earth." He fell backwards, as one dead. In another moment Arthwait, with a yell, a last invocation of that fiend whom he really believed to be omnipotent, entered into spasmodic convulsions, like a man poisoned with strychnine, or dying of tetanus. Vesquit, appalled at the fate of his companions, gazed on the figure of Brother Onofrio in an agony …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 79

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…my lover lay ° Child-breasted, maiden as the rose of day Dawning on snowy mountains: through deep night Her body gleamed self-luminously white With the sweet soul that sundered the quick clay, And all her being was a sense of May ;— Scent conquering colour, soul out- running sight. Not with the Lysian,! nor Iacchian dew Of frenzy covered, but with warmer flakes Of Aphrodite shed upon our life, We clung still closer, till the soul ran through Body to body, twined like sunny snakes, Sinlessly knowing we were man and wife. THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY. “ …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 134

Moonchild

white of egg and cane sugar; as for meat, venison, as sacred to the huntress Artemis, was her only dish. But certain shell-fish were permitted, and all soft and succulent vegetables and fruits. She put on flesh rapidly; the fierce, active, impetuous girl of October, with taut muscles and dark-flushed mobile face, had become pale, heavy, languid, and indifferent to events, all before the beginning of February. And it was early in this month that she was encouraged by her first waking vision of the Moon. Naturally her sleep had already been haunt…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 113

Moonchild

…egretted constantly that she had missed the opportunity. The memory of that thwarted desire sprang vehement upon her; but she was at the white heat of her passion for Cyril. Even so, she half hesitated; she wanted to keep Abdul on ice, so to speak, for a future occasion; such action was as instinctive with her as breathing. But her obligation was still fresh in her mind; she was pledged not to communicate with the outer world. She ignored him; she turned and left the garden without so much as a gesture; and he went back to Naples in a black fur…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 168

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…d spot; there I knelt down and did breathing exercise. Felt Prana all over body. Invoked Adonai and tried to unite with Him. A brilliant White light filled sphere of consciousness. Arose as Adonai, performed the Ritual of Pentagram, then prayed aloud and fluently, trying to unite consciousness with all Nature. Knelt again in Meditation, and arose much strengthened and with a feeling of the Divine Presence. (This is excellent for a beginner. But remember—all these divine illumina- tions are mere Breaks. O.M.) Note:—I find more and more difficult…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 76

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…his eye Turn back covetous to try For our pleasances, to rule Where the far blue Syrian sky Stretches, where the clouds as wool Mark the white Arabian border, To become a tyrant king Where his sword came conquering. Out of chaos rises order On her wide unwearying wing, But the desolate marauder Never over us shall swing Such a sceptre as should bring Sorrow to one home of ours. Better bear the heavy hours Under God’s avenging breath, Better brave the horrid powers, Better taste the foreign death, Humbling all our pride before God’s most holy th…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 209

Collected Works (Vol. I)

202 THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST Slow steals the ambient light; white peace resumes In planet, element, and sign, her sway. The twisted ether shapes itself: relumes The benediction all the faded fumes With holier incense: in the fervid way All nature rests: .with holy calm I blend Blessing and prayer at the appointed end. THE ROSE AND THE CROSS.! Our of the seething cauldron of my woes, Where sweets and salt and bitterness I flung; Where charméd music gathered from my tongue, And where I chained strange archipelagoes Of fallen stars ; where fie…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 380

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… was given me during these days to experience fully once more every incident in my initiation, so that I might describe them while still white-hot with their wonder. It is this that assures me that this poem is unique of its kind. Its only rival is the Bhagavad-Gita, which, despite its prolixity, confines its ardour to Vishvarupa-darshana. Apart from this, it treats of Hindu dogma and ethics. At its best, it is a sectarian work. "Aha!" covers all religious experience, asserts no axioms, advocates no cut-and-dried codes. In some {609} eleven hun…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 84

Moonchild

…ce, their power and knowledge becomes enormously greater; but such progress is not a mark of general growth, as it is in the case of the White Brotherhood; it is like a cancer, which indeed grows apace, but at the expense of the man on whom it feeds, and will destroy both him and itself in the long run. The process may be slow; it may extend over a series of incarnations; but it is sure enough. The analogy of the cancer is a close one; for the man knows his doom, suffers continual torture; but to this is added the horrible delusion that if only…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 43

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ak walls: the wood-fire’s cheerful light . Flashes upon the fire-dogs silver-bright. Wood? why, the jetsam of yon broken wreck Where the white sea runs o’er the sandy neck That joins my island to the land when tides Run low. What curious fancies through my brain Run, all so wild and all so pleasant! Glides No phantom creeping from the under sides Of the grey globe: no avatar of pain Gathering a body from the wind and rain. 1 This, with slight variations, was one of the regular dreams of Allen Bennett Macgregor, just as the ‘‘ flying ’’ dream, t…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 108

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…by the black swine’s snout With thine eternal anodyne of truth! The foul beast grunts and snorts; but hear me, death! Thy wings are wind-white as her hoofs are dunged. Thy songs are faint and pale with honey breath, Honey and poppy! as her mouth hot- tongued Spews out its hideous lust. O loathéd life! Thou nameless horror of the bestial strife Of love and hate, I straitly charge thee quit This bed of nastiness, this putrid sea3 For not by any amorous tricks of wit Shalt thou regain thine empire over me. O virgin, O my sister! Hear me, death! Th…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 6

Mr. Crowley and The Creeds

…his faith is innocuous and pleasant, though in my heart I am compelled to class him with the bloodless desperadoes of the “ Order of the White Rose ” and the “ moutons enragés ” that preach revo- lution in Hyde Park. When he says that he will trace “ the outlines of two vast and mystical phi- losophies which if they were subtly and slowly worked out, etc., etc.,” he is simply thrown away on Nonconformity ; and I trust I do not go too far, as the humblest member of the Rationalist Press Association, when I suggest that that diabolical body would…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 212

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…Visionary vale Of ocean-sleeping mountains! Mighty chasm Within whose wild abyss there chants the pale, The dolorous phantasm Of wrecked white womanhood! The wizard cold Grips the mute valley in his grasp of gold! ! As asserted in the ritual, - It flames both above and beneath the magus, who is thus in a cube of 4 pentagrams and 2 hexagrams, 32 points in all. And 32 is MMMN, the sacred word that expresses the Unity of the Highest and the Human. * As in ritual, 4 Supreme affirmation of Unity with the Highest in the I.otus, the universal symbol o…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 44

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…mightiest of the khans! Each slave Circassian like a moon Sits smiling, burning with young bloom Of dawn, and weaves an airy tune Like a white bird’s song bright and bold That dips a fiery plume. So the song lulled, lazily rolled In tubes of silver, lutes of gold ;

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1905 · PDF PAGE 140

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… was sure, Built up by sighs a palace of Jong years— Lo! it was faery, and the spell of tears Dissolves it utlerly. O bid them go, These white-faced boys, where calmer rivers flow And birds less passionate invoke the spring Or seck their loves with weaker, wearier wing. Turn back from safety! pour Brimstone and fire, and all his fountains roar Lava and hail of hell upon my head, So be he leave us altogether dead, Burnt in that shameful whirlwind of his ire, Consumed in one tall pyramid of fire Let God's rivers

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1905 · PDF PAGE 267

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… to mounte- bank ! It was her wish, they whisper. Well-a-day ! He’s gone, and not a friend have [ again. This bank is soft with delicate white moss, No pillow better in broad Germany. Were Madeline but here! What rustle stirs These leaves? A strong man sobbing! The earth quakes Responsive. Hillo-ho! there? [TANNHAUSER enters. He appears old and worn; but from his whole body radtates a dazzling light, and his face ts that of the Christ cruct- Who comes by fred. Save us, Saints, save us! I have looked on God ! TANNHAUSER. Heinrich! my friend, my …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 30

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ease lis angry struggles in their cruel hoid. But all implacable, unyielding, cold, Their sinuous pressure on his breast and thighs, The white teeth sharp and ready otherwise In one fierce snap to slay. There hissed ‘‘ Beware ! Fear Charicles avenging, and despair !”’ And Zeus beheld the springe his foot was in, And, once more wise, being out of love, would win His freedom on good terms. — His liberty lor Charicles’ he bartered. Willingly The boy accepts, yet in his eye remains A tender woman-feeling, and his pains, And even Archais’ woes he di…

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