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1922 · PDF PAGE 274

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…se silence which was somehow more significant than the sound. The firelight threw doubtful shadow pictures upon the glass roof; and from time to time figures moved with intimate softness through the dark corners and out into the courtyard. These swathed and muffled forms possessed an uncanny quality of unreality. The studio was full of subtle incense. No smoke was visible ; it was as if the atmosphere had somehow been impregnated with it. Our little party fell very silent. He had given Lou and myself some tablets which had the effect of silenci…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 29

The Book of Thoth

…adopt an advance‐guard, perhaps m some cases almost revolutionary, position in respect of such accidents as are subject to the empire of Time. 1See AL III, 34. The reference is to Maat, Themis, Lady of the Balance.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 56

Little Poems in Prose

XVI THE CLOCK THE Chinese can tell the time by looking in the eyes of a cat. One day a missionary, while walking in the suburbs of Nankin, found that he had forgotten his watch, and asked a little boy what the time was. The gutter-snipe of the Flowery Kingdom hesitated at first, then, recollecting himself, he replied, “I will find out for you.” A minute later he reappeared, holding in his arms a fine big cat, and looking, as the saying is, in the white of its eyes, he unhesitatingly affirmed, “It is just a little before noon.” This turned out t…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 42

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…in the chariot of the Sun through the circus of the Universe. We didn’t know where we were going, and we didn’t care. We had no sense of time at*all. There was a sequence of sensa- tions; but there was no means of regulating them. It was as if one’s mental clock had suddenly gone mad. I have no gauge of time, subjectively speaking, but it must have been a long while before our mouths separated, for as this happened I recognised the fact that we were very far from the club. She spoke to me for the first time. Her voice thrilled dark unfathomable…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 12

Rosa Mundi

…my life, Answer if thou canst from the unsullied place, Unveiling for one star-wink thy bright face ! Did we leave then, once cognisant, Time for some Fear to implant His poison ? Did we hesitate ? Leave but one little chance to Fate ? For one swift second did we wait ? There is no need to answer : God is God, A jealous God and evil ; with His rod He smiteth fair and foul, and with His sword Divideth tiniest atoms of intangible time, That men may know he is the Lord. Then, with that sharp division, Did He divide our wit sublime ? Our knowledge …

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1954 · PDF PAGE 118

Magick Without Tears

…iminish the mischief. It remains somewhat contemptuously aloof from the eternal conflict of the Black School with the White. At the same time, there is a certain feeling among the Yellow adepts that should either of these Schools become annihilated, the result might well be that the victor would sooner or later turn his released energy against themselves. In accordance, therefore, with their general plan of non-action, as expressed in The Tao Teh King, of dealing with mischief before it has become too strong to be dangerous, they interfere gent…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 43

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Rupert Brooke . KINDLINESS . W HEN love has changed to kindliness V Oh , love, our hungry lips , that press So tight that Time's an old god 's dream Nodding in heaven , and whisper stuff Seven million years were not enough To think on after , make it seem Less than the breath of children playing , A blasphemy scarce worth the saying , A sorry jest , “ When love has grown To kindliness — to kindliness !” . . . And yet — the best that either 's known Will change , and wither , and be less , At last , than comfort , or its own Remembrance . And wh…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 58

White Stains

52 YET TIME TO TURN O little root of nobleness left thus Dead, since it has no power to grow, to bloom ; Live, since I may not bury it within The gaping tomb Where virtue lies, that I, imperious, Long since interred with hope, and all life’s joy save sin.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 224

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

202 MYSTERIES: Fragrant blooms of fruitless kisses, Clear and sweet as the stars of night; In our Eden no serpent hisses; Time and the gods have lost their spite; Sleep descends with her tender might; Love goes down into sleep’s abysses, Lapped in its waves of moving light.

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1911 · PDF PAGE 166

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

THE DANCERS OF MYSTICISM humility is worth an ounce of honest pride; the man who works has no time to bother with either. And let him remember Christ’s statement of the Law “to love God with all thy heart, and thy neighbour as thyself.” ALEISTER CROWLEYi

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1911 · PDF PAGE 166

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE DANCERS OF MYSTICISM humility is worth an ounce of honest pride; the man who works has no time to bother with either. And let him remember Christ’s statement of the Law “to love God with all thy heart, and thy neighbour as thyself.” ALEISTER CROWLEYi

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1909 · PDF PAGE 117

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…s pipe gripped hard in his jaw; for the hill is too abrupt for lounging. On the terrace he stretched himself, twirled round half a dozen times like a dervish, pocketed his pipe, and went stooping through the open doorway. Grand old Frédéric was there, in his vast corduroys and sou’-wester hat, a ’cello in his hand. His trim grey beard was a shade whiter than when Roderic had last patronised the “ Lapin,” five years before ; but the kindly, gay, triumphant eyes were nowise dimmed by time. He knew Roderic at a glance, and gave his left hand carel…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 117

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…s pipe gripped hard in his jaw; for the hill is too abrupt for lounging. On the terrace he stretched himself, twirled round half a dozen times like a dervish, pocketed his pipe, and went stooping through the open doorway. Grand old Frédéric was there, in his vast corduroys and sou’-wester hat, a ’cello in his hand. His trim grey beard was a shade whiter than when Roderic had last patronised the “ Lapin,” five years before ; but the kindly, gay, triumphant eyes were nowise dimmed by time. He knew Roderic at a glance, and gave his left hand carel…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 4

An Appeal to the American Republic

… for their ally : you stirred our hearts at home. The fire of love no waters shall devour ; The faith of friendship stands the shocks of time ; Seal with your voice the triumph of this hour, Your glory to our glory and our power, Alliance of one tongue, one faith, one clime ! Seal and clasp hands ; and let the sea proclaim Friendship of righteous fame, And lordship of two worlds that time can never tame. Stoop not and tender not an hour’s regret For those wild words in trivial anger passed : Forget your fools, as we their words forget, And join…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 204

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ns Of lampless empyréans Darker and deeper and holier, caves Of night unstirred by wind, great graves Of all that is or could ever be In Time or Eternity. Drawn, drawn, inevitably spanned, Tirelessly drawn by some strange hand, Drawn inward in some sense unkenned Beyond all to an appointed end, No end foreseen or hoped, drawn still Beyond word or will Into Itself, drawn subtly, deep Through the dreamless deaths whose shadow is sleep, Drawn, as dawn shows, to the inmost divine, To the temple, the nave, the choir, the shrine, To the altar where i…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 104

Sir Palamedes

Yet, those white lips were snapped, like steel Upon the ankles of a slave! That body broken on the wheel Of Time suppressed the groan it gave! “Not there, not here, my quest!” he cried. “Not thus! Not now! Do how and when Matter? Iam, and I abide, Sir Palamede the Saracen!”

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1954 · PDF PAGE 197

Magick Without Tears

…ose natives have jogged along equably and died in the odour of sanctity. Find out why what worked in some cases failed in others. By the time you have studied (say) 500 nativities you will be already a fairly competent judge. Work your bloody guns! as Kipling says; get a friend-just this once I allow you human intercourse-to set up for you figures of historical importance, or with some outstanding characteristic (e.g. murderers, champions of sport, statesmen , monsters, philanthropists, heresiarchs) without telling you to whom it refers. Build …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 170

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…e stays. Ah! the old years! Come back, ye vanished hours We wasted ; come, grow red, ye faded flowers! What boots the weariness of olden time . Now, when old age, a tempest-fury, lowers ? Up to high God beyond the weary land The days drift mournfully ; His hoary hand Gathers them. Is itso? My foolish rhyme Dreams they are links upon an endless band. The planets draw in endless orbits round The sun ; itself revolves in the profound Deep wells of space; the comet’s mystic track By the strong rule of a closed curve is bound. Why not with time? To-…

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1937 · PDF PAGE 1

Authors Take Sides on the Spanish War

…erer and pirate: should swing in chains at Execution Dock. Mussolini, the secret assassin, possibly worse. Hitler may prove a “prophet”; time will judge. Love is the law, love under will.

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1922 · PDF PAGE 120

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…for hours, that we had been rushing through a Universe of our own creation with stupendous speed and diabolical delight. And at the same time I realised that we had been automati- cally ‘coking up” without knowing that we were doing so. The material world had become of so little importance that I no longer knew where I was. I completely mixed up my present journey with memories of two or three previous Continental excursions. It was the first time that Lou had ever been farther than Paris, and she looked to me for information as to time and pla…

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