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1899 · PDF PAGE 223

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 201 Cool breeze sings to the glad fresh river, Stream sings back to the summer leaves, Little leaves in the moonlight shiver, Little nets that the moonlight weaves Round the limbs of a bough that cleaves Fast to the oak whose branches quiver With the kiss of the wind as its bosom heaves. Yonder, far by the gleaming border, Pale gold reaches of sunny sand Stretch their arms to the fierce marauder, The cold sweet sea with its iron hand Menacing all the fair fresh land, Where no tall cliff as a faithful warder, Guarding the c…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 313

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… was of the palest amethyst, the third of a rich yellow. Worlds were revolving within. Then Elphénor broke the silence again. “She was a little girl and he was a little boy . . .’ 295

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1910 · PDF PAGE 313

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

… was of the palest amethyst, the third of a rich yellow. Worlds were revolving within. Then Elphénor broke the silence again. “She was a little girl and he was a little boy . . .’ 295

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1954 · PDF PAGE 54

Magick Without Tears

…btaining ecstasy from the most insignificant physiological function. Observe that in transferring the whole consciousness to (say) one's little finger or big toe, one is not trying to interfere with the normal exercise of its activities, but only to realize what is going on in the organism, the exquisite pleasure of a function in its normal activity. With a little imagination one can conceive the analogical case of the Universe itself; one can understand the phrase "The stars of the morning sang together"; and, still less fettered by even the m…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 76

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ldier’s life for me ! But a scurvy night it is, comrades, when the streets are slippery, and the wine cold in a man’s belly, and never a little white rabbit of a woman scuttling along in the dark. THIRD WATCHMAN. What ho! my lads! MHere’s a scurvy Frenchman skulking along. What, will you make your lass attend you, master? FLORIMOND. Loose me, knave, I am for England, and a Captain in your army, or rather that of Burgundy—if you will be precise. FIRST WATCHMAN. What do you here, without a lantern, scaring honest folk ? FLORIMOND. Honesty is no w…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 31

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ate-minded girl now turned her attention to the part in question. By her incomparable gift of suction, which years of practice and not a little natural aptitude had be- stowed upon her rectum, she absorbed the bulk of the faeces ; while any unconsidered trifles stuck in her abundant and curly pubic hair. I could not restrain my enthusiasm, or my thorn-in-the-flesh from bursting my fly — the buttons were but care- lessly sewn on, for my mother was too randy with the sly sucks I was bestowing upon her acciden- tally-exposed clitoris to pay strict…

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1938 · PDF PAGE 26

The Heart of the Master

With that word, the walls of the little chamber in the Temple upon the Mountain-top fell suddenly away from about me, and I found myself alone in a desert place, strange and remote. And of that which befell me there may I not now speak. For there is a Beauty which hath no fitter ornament than Silence.

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1922 · PDF PAGE 160

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…r. She wears the most wonderful boots. She has a new pair almost every day, and hardly ever puts the same pair on twice. I think she’s a little bit crazy. ... London. seems different somehow. I used to be interested in every funny little detail. I want to get. back to myself. Drugs help me to get almost there; but there is always one little corner to turn and they never take one round.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 56

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…e wanted to feel that he had but to crook his middle finger and nine-inch knockers would come running up by the thousands to grope their little Stevie’s brown crack. I loved his coarse-skinned handsome face ; I sucked with considerable élan his fine but over- worked sugar-stick ; I pumped the rare but treacly semen from his gland ; I wallowed in the inkstand of his arse. I mixed my prolific spunk with his not less abundant shit : in brief, we loved. The happy days fled all too fast in mutual mas- turbation, in pure buggery, in all the arts of t…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 64

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

… human flame aspiring. (Compare the doctrine of the two arrows in Liber 418.) 2. Worked hard at day at Comment on?!!!לשLegis.- lamentably little result. A good, considering excessive fatigue. 2623*. (the extra day gained on crossing the 180°.) A good—vision like the Milky Way in texture. 3. A mediocre. 4. A very energetic on my part, intently so, better perhaps than ever before. However (or perhaps because) there was little vision. Indeed, this work of A . .?־requires the Adept to

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1912 · PDF PAGE 64

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

… human flame aspiring. (Compare the doctrine of the two arrows in Liber 418.) 2. Worked hard at day at Comment on?!!!לשLegis.- lamentably little result. A good, considering excessive fatigue. 2623*. (the extra day gained on crossing the 180°.) A good—vision like the Milky Way in texture. 3. A mediocre. 4. A very energetic on my part, intently so, better perhaps than ever before. However (or perhaps because) there was little vision. Indeed, this work of A . .?־requires the Adept to

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1922 · PDF PAGE 39

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…etel Webster. She was sitting at my right; her left hand was beneath the table, and she was looking at if. I followed her glance. In the little quadrilateral of the veins whose lower apex is between the first and middle fingers, was a tiny heap of sparkling dust. Nothing I had ever seen before had so attracted me. The sheer bright infinite beauty of the stuff! I had seen it before of course, often enough, at the hospital ; but this was quite a different thing. It was set off by its environment as a diamond is by its setting. It seemed alive. It…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 97

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ear, and perhaps another fifteen hundred from the rents of the Barley Grange estate, and that infernal income-tax and so on—I was really little better than a pauper, and there was Lou to be considered. I had always thought jewellery vulgar ; a signet ring and a tie pin for a man—for a woman, a few trinkets, very quiet, in good taste—that was the limit. But Lou was absolutely different. She could wear any amount of the stuff and carry it off superbly. I had bought her a pair of ear-rings in Cartier’s yesterday afternoon—three diamonds in a strin…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 16

The Star in the West

…idence of (the poet's ) plain speaking, have been wantonly misunderstood . The volume , as a whole , is neither profane nor indecent . A little more clothing in our uncertain climate might perhaps have been attended with advantage . To us this volume , for the first time , conclusively settles that Mr. is not a mere brilliant rhetorician or melodious twanger of another man's lyre , but authentically a poet ." So writes the critic . The name I have omitted is that of the last of the great Victorian poets , Algernon Charles Swinburne . In the dyi…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 148

Liber Aleph

…e thou was thrown into Water, thy fear and thy struggles, and the Vehemence of thy Joy when first thou didst swim without Support? Then, little by little all Violence dieth away, because thou art adjusted to that Condition. Therefore the Fury of thine early Victory in these Arts Magical and Sciences is but the Sign of thine own Baseness and Unworthiness, since the Contrast or Differential is so overwhelming to thee; but, becoming Expert and Adept, thou art balanced in the Glory, and calm, even as the Stars. c

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1922 · PDF PAGE 295

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…el in Westminster Abbey. If it isn’t, it ought to be. “Now don’t worry. And above all things, don’t get a fit of repentance and take too little to-day and to- ' morrow. If you do, you'll have another relapse. I know it sounds as though I were contradicting myself. Make the most of it, I don’t care. I’m going to do it again in the following elegant manner. “T want you to get the whole subject of heroin out of your mind; and that is the reason why [ insist so strongly on your keeping a record of every time you take it. It’s a psychological parado…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 160

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

… started control of body some months later when I had in some measure lost the complete recollection of the state, or rather when it was little more than a recollection, also, when I first saw picture of man’s arm in Equinox, I rather dreaded to cut mine, so thought it best to carry out exercise and get over bodily dread of a little pain. I did so and am not sorry.” This letter from Fra P.A. giving new practice, etc., com- bined with some considerable dissatisfaction on Frater V.1.0.’s part, regarding his present state, caused him to un- dertak…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 141

Liber Aleph

… Secretæ (Of Defects of the Hidden Will) EARN moreover concerning this Hell, or hidden Wisdom, that is within thee, that it is modified, little by little, through the Experience of the conscious Mind, which feedeth it. For that Wisdom is the Expression, or rather Symbol and Hieroglyph, of the true Adjustment of thy being to its Environment. Now, then, this Environment being eroded by Time, this Wisdom is no more perfect, for it is not absolute, but standeth in relation to the Universe. So then a Part thereof may become useless, and atrophy as (…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 123

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

[125] ROSA MYSTICA Rose, that you are a little sod Your shapely pouting arsehole shows. Your tiny turds drop out like cod-Roes From this our skepticism grows, And we may doubt the story odd About the Ghost who gaily goes (The priests say) to put you in a pod. Your Jesus would not have a nose ! Your cunt would pox the eternal God, Rose !

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1911 · PDF PAGE 134

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

II THE GREY HOUR "To resume," observed Rolles as he removed the tea-tray, ”since you have done no prescribed practices (wicked little sister !) you cannot banish the body by bidding it keep silence. So it must be banished by exhaustion, and the spirit awakened by a sevenfold dose of the Elixir.” “ Have you the Elixir?" she asked, rather awed. “It is entrusted to me,“ he answered simply. ”To this laudable end I have appointed a sufficiency of Bisque Kadosh at the Cafe Riche, followed by Homard Cardinal and Truffes au champagne With a savoury of m…

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