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1906 · PDF PAGE 132

Collected Works (Vol. II)

126 AHAB What mighty weakness stays the king If he arise, and cast desire Far from its seat and seed and spring To Hinnom the detested fire? Ay! both were wise. Madness alone Sits throned on the king’s vacant throne. Dogs! Who dares break on me? ‘‘ Dread lord ! Mightiest of monarchs !”—‘‘ Cease, thou crow ! Thine errand ! ere the eunuch’s sword Snatch thy bald head off at a blow.” “* Mercy, World’s Light !” Swings clear and clean The call ‘‘ Room for the Queen! The Queen !” Strong as a man, the Queen strides in. Even she shrank frighted !—my as…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 30

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…here the solemn echoes caught the stress, The strain of that impassive tide, Shook. it and flung it high and wide, Till all the air took fire from that melodious roar ; All the mute mountains heard, Bowed, laughed aloud, concurred, And passed the word along, the signal of wide war. All earth took up the sound, And, being in one tune securely bound, Even as a star became the soul of silence most profound. IV. Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened, I sat and listened, if God’s voice should break . _And pierce the hollow of my ear tha…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 125

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ng loss, quickens the pace Unto its prey that gathers, like a storm Shrouding invisibly the crater’s rim Whence fury yet shall wake, and fire in- form The inane basalt and coruscations dim Of smouldering infamy. Bow down in awe! It is enough. The Gods areat feast. With- draw ! LA GUERRE SHE sits and screams above the folk of peace, Deafening their quiet ears with hideous clamour, Abhorred and careless she bids order cease. Her hate resolves the shriek into a stammer Ofinarticulate rage. The wounded man Twisted in agony beneath her squirms To he…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 20

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… thy Eve, my Lilith, in this bower Which we indwell, a deathless three, change- less and changing, as the pyre Of earthly love becomes a fire to heat us through eternity. I have forgotten Christ at last ; he may look back, grown amorous, And call across the gulf to us, and signal kisses through the vast : We shall disdain, clasp faster yet, and mock his newer pangs, and call With stars and voices musical, jeers his touched heart shall not forget. I would have pitied him. This flower spits blood upon him ; so must I Cast ashes through the misty …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 222

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… Nature’s prophet, a wise magician; Magic fails, and love is a false physician :— Deep our disease is ! Now to us the crouching over the firelight, Eating out for hunger of love our vitals! (Eaten out the hollower for respitals Swift as the breeze is.) Ay ! the golden age is a broken vessel. All the golden waters exhale, evanish., Joy of life and laughter of love we banish : Damued is the will dead. Now with brass and iron we writhe and wrestle. Now with clay the torrent of fire is tainted. Life apes death: the lily is curled and painted ; Gold…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 176

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ls, And feasts in valleys iron-bound, Desolate crags, and barren ground ;— There in the strong storm-shaken grove Swings the pale censer-fire for love. The foursquare altar, rightly hewn, And overlaid with beaten gold, Stands in the gloom ; the stealthy tune Of singing maidens overbold Desires mad mysteries untold,

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1906 · PDF PAGE 68

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…imbs of Messaline. The deep arched eyes, the floating mane,— One pierces, one wraps-in my brain. A crown of thorn, a spear of clean Cold fire of dying Messaline. Swart tangles of devouring hair, The scorpion labyrinth and snare, Leprous entanglements of sense, The Imminence of the _Immense. And in the deep hard breath I draw Kissed from her strangling mouth and maw, I feel the floating deaths that dwell About that citadel of hell; A soft lewd flavour, an obscene Mysterious self of Messaline. Or, in the kisses that swoop low To catch my breath a…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 105

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…there the solemn echoes caught the stress, The strain of that impassive tide, Shook it and flung it high and wide, Till all the air took fire from that melodious roar; All the mute mountains heard, Bowed, laughed aloud, concurred, And passed the word along, the signal of wide war. All earth took up the sound, And, being in one tune securely bound, Even a star became the soul of silence most profound. Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened, I sat and listened, if God's voice should break And pierce the hallow of my ear that hearkened…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 16

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…d, garlands of green ! ‘Who like thyself shall command our ways? Who has such pleasures and pains for hire ? Who can awake such a mortal fire In the veins of a man, that deathly days Have robbed of the masteries of desire? Who can give garlands of fadeless bays Unto the sorrow and pain we praise? 1 Priapus. Yea, we must praise, though the deadly shade . Fall on the morrow, though fires of hell Harrow our vitals; a miracle Springs at thy kisses, for thou hast made Anguish and sorrow desirable ; Torment of hell as the leaves that fade Quickly for…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 380

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…s of heaven By the low insistent call Of the constant waterfall. There, to such a setting be The carven gem of deity, A central flawless fire, enthralled Like Truth within an emerald! Thou shalt have a birchen bark On the river in the dark; And at the midnight thou shalt go To the mid-stream's smoothest flow, And strike upon a golden bell The spirit's call; then say the spell: "Angel, mine angel, draw thee nigh!" Making the Sign of Magistry With the wand of lapis lazuli Then, it may be, through the blind dumb Night thou shalt see thine angel co…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 91

Collected Works (Vol. I)

34 JEPHTHAH Pure spirits rise to heaven, the bride. Pure bodies are as lamps below. The shining essence, glorified . With fire more cold than fresh-fallen snow, And influences, white and wide, Descend, re-gather, kindle, grow, Till from one virgin bosom flows a river Of white devotion adamant for ever. Enter ADULAH and her Maidens. ADULAH. Fathers of Israel, we are come to you With many maidens praising God, for this The victory of my father. Happy girls! Whose brothers struck to-day for Israel, Whose fathers smote the heathen ; happiest, Ye bl…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 95

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…, When the west wind lately breathed Murmurs in the wanton glade Of the day that dawneth late In a maiden’s horoscope, Dawning faith and fire and hope On the spring that only knew Flowers and butterflies and dew, Skies and seas and mountains blue, On the spring that wot not of Fruit and falling leaves and love. Never dew-dashed foreheads fair Shall salute the idle air. Never shall we wander deep Where the fronds of fern, asleep, Kiss her rosy feet that pass On the spangled summer grass, ilalfawake, and drowse again. Never more our feet shall st…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 22

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…’s suffering ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery! Who to the leper, even the cursed pariah, Hast taught by love the taste of heavenly fire! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou who on Death, thine old and strong leman, Begottest Hlape—a charming madwoman ! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Who knowest in which caves of envious lands God has hid precious stones with jealous hands! O Satan, have pity of my long misery ! Thou whose clear eye discerns the arsenals deep, Where the small folk of buried metals sleep! O Satan, have pity …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 136

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…, I desired, I was kissed. Some breath from thy music hath bound me ; Some tune from thy lyre hath found me. Thy words are as rushing of fire ; But I know not the lilt of thy lyre :— Thy voice is as deep as the sea ; Thy music is darkness to me. CALLIOPE. Child of Thracian sire, on me begotten,. Knowest thou not the laughter and the life ? Knowest thou not how all things are for- gotten, — . | Being with a maiden wife ? How a subtle sense of inmost being Wraps thee in, and cuts the world away ; Sight and sound lose hearing and lose seeing, All …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 181

Moonchild

…hop off great lumps from her body, and seethe them in the pot, or roast them on a spear, hissing and dripping blood and grease, upon the fire. In some insane or atavistic confusion of mind this dream was always recognized as being a dream of

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1905 · PDF PAGE 189

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…the obstinate desire, And lovers sigh —but not for kisses’ sake— There comes this misery, as half awake I watch the embers of my passion-fire, And sce love dwindled in my—call her friend ! 1 The obscurity of this poem demands ex planation. Its thesis is the fact that human happiness is only found in strife and aspiration. Victory’ and achievement inevitably lead to discontent, because only the impossible is truly desirable. NEPHTHYS. ‘Phere ts no light, nor wisdom, nor know- ledge in the grave, whither thou goest.”— SOLOMON, A FOOLISH and a cru…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 39

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…zéd sea, Sprang, ’mid deep thunderous throats of majesty, Titanic, in the waking of the world; Sprang, one vast-mass of spume and molten fire, Lava, tremendous waves of earth; sprang higher Than the sea’s crest volcano-torn, to be Written in Cyclopean charactery, Hawaii. Here she stands Queen of all laughter’s lands That dance for dawn, lie tranced in leisured noon, Dreaming through day towards night, Craving the perfumed light Of the stars lustrous, and the gem-born moon, Dewy with clustered diamond, The long land swoons to sleep; the sea slee…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 153

Moonchild

…s of automobiles moving backwards in a cinematograph; and, at certain distances, the report of a cannon may be heard before the order to fire is given. Physics is packed with such paradoxes. Now we know of living beings whose time-world is quite different to ours, only touching it over a short common section. Thus, a fly lives in a world which moves so fast that he cannot perceive motion in anything with a speed of less than about a yard a second, so that a man may put his hand upon it if he can restrain the impulse to slap. To this fly, then, …

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1944 · PDF PAGE 107

The Book of Thoth

…estial. It is also most important to observe that the formula of the Rose and Cross (indicated by the wall‐girt mound) has completed the fire‐change into “something rich and strange”; for the mound is green, where one would expect it to be red, and the wall red, where one would expect it to be green or blue. The indication of this symbolism is that it must be one of the great advances in adjustment of the new Aeon to work out simply and without prejudice the formidable problems which have been raised by the growth of civilization. Man has advan…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 245

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…here her bosom heaved, Back from the chosen body that I love? Whose lips cling faster still In desperate sweet will? Whose body melts as fire caught in wine Into the clasping soul? Whose breathing breasts control Her heart’s quick pulsing, and the sob of mine? O Venus, lady Venus, thou it is Whose fierce immortal kiss Abides upon me, about me, and within : Thou, lady of the secret of the Sea, Made one for love with me, Love and desire and dream, a sense of mortal sin ! Who cometh as a visionary shape Within my soul and spirit to abide, Mysterio…

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