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1944 · PDF PAGE 120

The Book of Thoth

…e of thy Studies in the Book of the Law, the Word thereof concerning Our Lady Nuith, and Hadith that is the Core of every Star. And this last Going upon thy Ladder is easy, if thou be truly Initiate, for the Momentum of thy Force in Transcendental Antithesis serveth to propel thee, and the Emancipation from the Fet‐ ters of Thought that thou hast won in that Praxis of Art maketh the Whirlpool and Gravitation of Truth of Competence to draw thee unto itself. DE VIA SOLA SOLIS This is the Profit of mine Intoxication of this holy Herb, The Grass of…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 77

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…fora little, suddenly the door bangs violently. DENYS. [/istde.] What the devil was that? door! The Re-enter FLORIMOND, 2. FLORIMOND. At last! [Goes to door and pushes it.] The devil take all women! After all, the door is shut. Laugh, thou light little fool, laugh now. One day thou shalt moan upon the stones, and Florimond de Champdivers shall shut his door tothee. Damn and damn and damn! What served love shall serve hate: ‘tis a poor game that only works one Way. [Curtacn.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 132

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… ! beyond belief Is the machinery of man’s nature ! If thus spake Solomon in kind Of body, I of soul and mind ! The lazy accents stir at last The scented air: ‘‘ Oh, wherefore, lord, Is thy soul sad? This weary fast Strikes to my heart a lonely sword In brief words stammered forth I spoke My secret ; and the long spell broke. 1”? And now the gilded sin of her Leapt and was lambent in a smile: ‘*Give me but leave to minister This kingdom for a little while! The vineyard shall he thine. O king, This trouble is a little thing !” ' «* Dust-devils"’…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 20

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ess 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 sky to mock his faded crown of power, And with our laughter’s…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 55

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…has just perished in awful agony. Having suffered for twenty years from a hideous and incurable disease, she brought matters to a climax last night by falling into a barrel of boiling sulphuric acid. Sir HERPES Z. How so? SIR GRABSON J, It was her bath-night. Sir HERPES Z. Ah! enamel! But why did it hurt her? SIR GRABSON J. (Jmpressively.) It is the finger of God ! The Poet concludes. Now I have written four-and-twenty hours Without a decent rest by Kandy Lake. VOL. Ill. I invoke the urgent elemental powers To bring all to an end for Buddha’s s…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 170

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

THE EQUINOX Now in the millions of Seances of the last sixty years the “ evidential " records can be counted on the fingers of one hand. And it is not antecedently so very improbable that pure chance might dictate correct answers in so small a proportion of cases. Further, the spiritists have thrown upon science the task of proving a universal negative. If Sir Oliver Lodge, or Professor Munsterberg, or Lord Cholly Cauliflower, or Mr Upthe Pole comes to me with a tale 01 unicorns in Piccadilly, I merely humour him. Munsterberg, at least, might be …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 170

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE EQUINOX Now in the millions of Seances of the last sixty years the “ evidential " records can be counted on the fingers of one hand. And it is not antecedently so very improbable that pure chance might dictate correct answers in so small a proportion of cases. Further, the spiritists have thrown upon science the task of proving a universal negative. If Sir Oliver Lodge, or Professor Munsterberg, or Lord Cholly Cauliflower, or Mr Upthe Pole comes to me with a tale 01 unicorns in Piccadilly, I merely humour him. Munsterberg, at least, might be …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 277

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…ATPAXO®PENOBOO. KOZMOMAXIA (Aleister Crowley), X, 35 Liber DLV (HAD) (Aleister Crowley), VII, 83 Liber DCCCXXXI (Iod) (Aleister Crowley, last paragraph by S. 7. Perry) VII, 93 Liber DCCCLXVIII (Aleister Crowley), VII, ror Liber CMXIII (Aleister Crowley), VII, 105 Liber DCCCCLXIII (/. F.C. Fuller; many adjectives removed by A. Crowley; illustrations by Aleister Crowley), II, Special Supplement 239

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1913 · PDF PAGE 277

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…ATPAXO®PENOBOO. KOZMOMAXIA (Aleister Crowley), X, 35 Liber DLV (HAD) (Aleister Crowley), VII, 83 Liber DCCCXXXI (Iod) (Aleister Crowley, last paragraph by S. 7. Perry) VII, 93 Liber DCCCLXVIII (Aleister Crowley), VII, ror Liber CMXIII (Aleister Crowley), VII, 105 Liber DCCCCLXIII (/. F.C. Fuller; many adjectives removed by A. Crowley; illustrations by Aleister Crowley), II, Special Supplement 239

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1929 · PDF PAGE 380

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…hat Aiwaz and mine Angel were one. Till this moment I believed that I had reached this conclusion after many months of meditation in the last three years and accepted it provisionally with the greatest hesitation.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 55

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…d by the shapeless storm A thousand figures of himself the mist Enlarged, distorted : yet without a qualm (So sad was he) he mounted the last twist Of the path’s hate, and faced the wind, and saw The lead gleam to a surly amethyst As the sun dipped, and Night put forth a paw Like a black panther’s, and efface the East. Then, with a sudden inward catch of awe As if behind him sprang some silent beast, So shuddered he, and spurred his horse, and found A black path towards the water ; he released The bridle ; so the way went steep, ill bound On an…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 250

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… they lie.” Lie is a strong word and should read ‘‘ translate correctly.” } I suppose it would not scan, nor rhyme: but Sir Edwin is the last person to be de- terred by a little thing like that. Dr. Paul Carus, too, in the ‘‘ Gospel of Buddha,” is pleased to represent Nirvana as a parallel for the Heaven of the Christian It is sufficient if I reiterate the unanimous opinion of competent scholars, that there is no fragment of evidence in any canonical book sufficient to establish such interpretations in the teeth of Buddhist tradition and practi…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 43

Collected Works (Vol. II)

THE HOUSE 37 The third one, ruddy as they twain are wan, Hungrily gazes, sees her tower of lies Blasted that instant in some wizard wise— The frozen look—the miserable man ! What sudden barb of what detested dart Springs from Apollo’s bowstring to his heart? On sense-dulled ears what Voice rings the decree ? ‘“*For thee the women burn: the wine is cool: For thee the fresco and the fruit—thou fool ! This night thy soul shall be required of thee.!” THE HOUSE. A NIGHTMARE.! Written at Anuradhapura. I must be ready for my friend to-night. So, such …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 77

Moonchild

…old airy manner. "Yes," said Simon, "I think you had better get to business." "We discussed the thing on general lines during your vigil last night," said Cyril. "Our first need is defence. The strongest form of defence is counter- attack; but you should arrange for that to take shape as far as possible from the place you are defending, In this game you are keeping goal, Lisa; I am full back; Simple Simon is the captain playing at half-back; and I think we have a fairly fit eleven! So that's all right. There is reason to believe that the enemy'…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 162

Moonchild

…en her fortune, the gaining of the wardenship of a Chopin or of a Paul Verlaine. But upon the face of Artemis was gaiety of triumph. The last of the souls whirled away into the darkness. Humanity had tried and failed; it was its right to try; it was its fate to fail; now came the turn of the chosen spirits, proved worthy of the fitted fastness. They came upon the Terrace in their legions, Valkyrie-brave in silver arms, or like priestesses in white vestments, their hair close bound upon their brows, or like queens of the woodland, swift for the …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 44

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…se ! Iam asleep. What horror came and crushed My whole soul’s life out as some shadow brushed My body and passed in? All sense allows At last the fearful truth—This is the house ! This is my old house on the marsh, and here, Here is the terror of the distant sea Moaning, and here the wind that wails, the drear Groans like a ghost’s, the desolate house of fear Whence I fled once from my great enemy— This is the house! O speechless misery ! Here the great silver candlesticks illume The agéd book, the blackness blazoned o’er With golden characters…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 31

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…any elves Dancing at midnight through them, and their voice | Bids all the woodland echoes to rejoice Because the lovers are made one at last. Then Charicles began to play; they cast Tunic and snood and sandal, and began To foot a happy measure for a span, While still Archais at his feet would sit, Gaze in his eyes, by love and triumph lit, And listen to the music. And the fire Of his light reed so kindled her desire That she with new glad confidence would quire A new song exquisite, whose tender tune Was nurtured at the bosom of the moon And k…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 30

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…lt together, mingle so Man may not know The little change of breath (Caught sigh that love desires,) When love grows sleep, and sleep at last in death expires. © lamp of love! The hissing spray shall jet thee with desire And foaming fire, And fire from thee shall move Her spirit to devour, And fuse and mingle us in one transcendent hour. Godhead is less Than mortal love, the garland of the spheres, Than those sweet tears That yield no bitterness To the luxurious cries That love shrills out in death, that murmur when love dies. Love dies in vain…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 108

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…in, And so possessed him wholly, without sin. For I had crossed the barrier and knew There was no sin. His lips reluctant grew Ardent at last as recognising me, and love’s wild tempest sweeps upon his sea. And I? I knew not anything, but know We are still silent, and united so, And all our being spells one vast To Re, A passion like the passion of the sea. THE LEGEND OF BEN LEDI.! ON his couch Imperial Alpin ? In majestic grandeur lay, Dying with the sun that faded O’er the plain of granite gray. 1 The ‘‘ Hill of God.” 2 The first King of all S…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 29

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ghtnings light- less ! Hear me now, for joy that I see thee sightless, Fervent to follow. Grant one boon; destroy me, let me die elate, Blasted with light intolerant of a mortal, That the undying in me pass thy portal ! Hear me, Apollo. Hear me, or if about thy courts be girded Paler some purple softening the sunlight Merciful, mighty, O divide the one light Into a million Shattered gems, that I mingle in my worded Measures some woven filament of passion Caught, Phoebus, from thy star-girt crown, to fashion Poet’s pavilion. Let me build for the…

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