1930 · PDF PAGE 3
The Banned Lecture
…ose in his idiom un- polished Ye burn now a Goose: there succeeds mea Swan Ye shall find quench your fire ! Fust. I forsee such a man. (Browning.)
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Confessions of Aleister Crowley
…d had therefore worked week after week copying in the Astor Library. She impressed Laylah as an ernest seeker and a practical business woman. She professed the utmost devotion to me and proposed to come to England and put the work of the Order on a sound basis. I thought the idea was excellent, paid her passage to England and established her as a manageress. Technically, I digress; but I cannot refrain from telling her favourite story. She boasted of her virginity and of the intimacy of her relations with Mabel Collins, with whom she lived a lo…
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1929 · PDF PAGE 116
Moonchild
… was referring to an actual tower. It was only one step to think of the tower of the church; and, running into the garden, he saw that a man was standing there, evidently engaged in watching the house of the magicians. Brother Onofrio's quick insight decided him instantly upon the course to follow. The Tarot Trump in question represents a tower struck by lightning, from which figures of men are seen falling. He laughed joyously; his favourite method of divination had vindicated itself supremely. His four questions had indeed a single answer. W.…
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1901 · PDF PAGE 59
The Mother’s Tragedy
…e! Leave me: we twain have no more words to speak. THE LEPER. Neither in heaven nor in hell. I go, The dead king, worshipping the living man. [/xiz. PACHAD. I have been a god so long, my thoughts run halt From many contemplations. Like the flow Of a slow river deep and beautiful, My even life moved onward to full scope, The ocean of profounder deity, And—suddenly—the cataract! My soul, Centered eternally upon itself, Comprehends hardly all this violence Of wayward men intemperate. I am calm, And contemplate, without a muscle moved
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1907 · PDF PAGE 16
Rosa Coeli
…pon their garden-close. O wide is the world, wide, wide ! Be sure that I was lost, Lost, lost for ever ; are there palimpsests Wherein a man might study at great cost His journey thence ? O Rose of gramarye, My riddle you shall ree. My head was happy, laid betwixt your breasts. XII NOTHER time I passed the holy well And plunged (as Phoebus in the western ocean) Into a forest of fine flame that crowned The holy hill ; all was enchaunted ground, The flames like scented tendrils of a vine Or sensitive rays that spell Strange curves to match their …
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1909 · PDF PAGE 7
Alexandra
2 ALEXANDRA XIX. Thou with thy smile6 encouraged7 all the sages8 Who strove to alleviate9 mans bitter lot :10 Thou saved11 the pigeons in their trappy cages, From being shot.12 XXIV. Marriage declines (our sobbing statesmen13 own) The birthrate shows mysterious decay : Tis that each loyal bosom knows alone Thy single sway. XXV. Maidens and wives14 take tribute of our days : We love them (nous leur jurons nos grands dieux !) Tis but (in von Krafft-Ebings pregnant phrase) Faute de mieux. XXVI. With wives and sweethearts for awhile we dally : …
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1910 · PDF PAGE 99
The Scented Garden
The Mystic happier than his fellows. 91 XXII THE FOREHEAD-WRITING On each man’s brow hath Allah wrote his fate :— Many are destined to frequent by gate ! They catch a glimpse of thee upon the roof :— By fixed Necessity they masturbate !1 But thou and I are free,2 as love is free ; We smoke and drink and smile, content to wait.3 The Zahid-sage is bound by dogma’s chain, Looks up and worships—let the donkey prate ! The wine-drawer and his beloved boy Unite above in the ecstatic state. Nor doth the Sufi need a heaven in Heaven :— Earth’s heaven to…
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1913 · PDF PAGE 52
Cambridge Poets 1900–1913
Richard Buxton . THE GREY LAND. "HERE was a man who loved a wood so well , 1 Each separate tree , each flower and climbing weed , That at the last he thither went to dwell And mix himself with all those quiet things . Then gradually left him thought and deed Till dead were all his soul 's imaginings . So, day by day , All his own being gently flowed away And left him mixed indeed With flower and climbing weed With them in summer green , in autumn grey . So the grey country draws me till I go And make surrender of myself again ; The misty hill ,…
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1913 · PDF PAGE 139
Cambridge Poets 1900–1913
…s not in pence The things that make his gladness , But grief a strict accountant will commence To tell base coin from the pure . Has any man a friend Crowned with delight and full prosperity , Who walk together seeming whole And interweave caressing arms ? Let these not boast communion of soul Till fate her message send Ultimate doom , or terrible alarms , And set them naked each in the other 's eye , 120
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1906 · PDF PAGE 263
Collected Works (Vol. II)
… need VOL. II, to conceal the Truth—he who truly loves and who has a malice towards none, will ever speak only fair and soft words. By a man’s speech do we learn his nature, and that one whose Right Aspirations are bearing fruit attains to the Third Step, Right Speech, Sammavaca. Speaking only the Truth in all things, never speaking * harshly or un- kindly, in his speech realising the love and pity that is in his heart—that man _ has attained to Stage the Third. And because of the great power of a man’s thoughts and words to change his being, b…
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1901 · PDF PAGE 25
The Mother’s Tragedy
…eping, living horror hems me in, A masterpiece of sin! Even my soul, inured to contemplate The dreadful, the perverse design of Fate, In many stories never meant to win Applause of mortals or of gods, but made To choke man’s spirit in its shade, And make him, in his pride and happiness, — In virtue’s mantle and love’s seemly dress, Immeasurably afraid. The hour is on them—let its weight express All blood, ali life, from the disastrous grape! In. God, in mercy, there is no escape, No anchor for distress. The hour strikes mournfully upon the bell…
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1902 · PDF PAGE 112
Tannhäuser
The work of man, and all his pomp and power, Deface them : shatter the aspiring tower ! Let all his houses be as caves and holes, Unto the Beast I give them. And their souls — Lift up the shadowy hand !— Confound with darkness them that understand ! For why ? Me, the Most High, It doth repent Me, having made mankind! Let her be known a little while, and then A little while a stranger. Dumb and blind, Deaf to the Light and Breath of Me be men ! She is become an harlot's bed, the home And dwelling of the fallen one ! Arise ! Ye heavens, ye lower …
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1905 · PDF PAGE 84
Orpheus
But I, my sweet song Outliveth the sun! Ye are many and strong; I am stronger, and one! Come forth! I invoke ye, O years, in my evening orison. THE YEARS Crowned with Eternity, beyond beginning; Sandalled with wings, Eternity’s; the end Far beyond sight of striving soul or sinning; Ourselves see not, nor know, nor comprehend. Reeling from chaos, unto Chronos winning, Devoured of Him our Father and our friend, This is our life, lead winged or footed golden : We pass, and each of other is unbeholden. Ranged in dim spectral order and procession, W…
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1909 · PDF PAGE 29
The Holy Books
31. There cometh a rich man from the- West who shall pour his gold upon thee. 32. From gold forge steel! 33. Be ready to fly or smite !, 34. But your holy place shall be untouched throughout the centuries: though with fire and sword it be burnt down and shattered, yet an invisible house there standeth, and shall stand until the fall of the Great Equinox; when Hrumachis shall arise and the double— wanded one assume my throne and place. Another prophet shall arise, and bring fresh fever from the skies; another woman shall awake the lust and worship…
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1912 · PDF PAGE 51
Mortadello
…CREZIA. [Aside] Sandro, stay ! Follow the course agreed. ALESSANDRO. The dog must have his day. Oh ! but youre hurt ! MORTADELLO. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It missed her heart. Give thanks to God, young sir. A PHYSICIAN, entering hastily, L PHYSICIAN. Make way ! Alls well. My art can save her. ALESSANDRO. Sure ? PHYSICIAN. If skill can say ! See ! theres no dirt or venom on the dagger-blade ; A simple hurt five days will cure. Be not afraid. MORTADEL…
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1928 · PDF PAGE 40
Little Poems in Prose
XII CROWDS IT is not given to everybody to bathe in the man-ocean; to enjoy the crow is an art; and he only can revel in their vitality at the expense of the human race in whom, while he lies in his cradle, a fairy has breathed the taste for trav- esty and masquerade, the hatred of home and the passion of travel. MultitudeSolitude: these terms are equivalent, and are convertible by the active and fertile poet. He who does not understand how to people his solitude is equally ignorant of the art of being alone in a crowd. The poet enjoys this in…
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1961 · PDF PAGE 89
Liber Aleph
…rm and straight; thou dost thy Will; and thou are Chosen, nay, for this Work wast thou begotten in a Magick Bed, that thou shouldst make Man free. d
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1929 · PDF PAGE 420
Confessions of Aleister Crowley
… and is fifty years of age. Orlando is of a gigantic stature, a full Negro. He is forty years of age. The Legate is an old and venerable man of ascetic and noble type. Magdalena is a tall, robust and buxom woman of thirty-five years old. Her hair is black, but her complexion pale. Lucrezia is a tall, robust and buxom woman of thirty-five years old. Her hair is of fine gold, her eyes of pale blue and her complexion fair and rosy. Zelina is small and plump. her hair is brown, and her age nine and twenty, though she looks older. Monica is of mediu…
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1939 · PDF PAGE 58
Eight Lectures on Yoga
… aware that in the Society of Jesus the postulants are trained to debate on all these highly controversial subjects. They put up a young man to prove any startling blasphemy that happens to occur to them. And the more shocked the young man is, the better the training for his mind, and the better service will he give to the Society in the end; but only if his mind has been completely disabused of its confidence in its own rightness, or even in the possibility of being right. 4. The rationalist, in his shallow fashion, always contends that this t…
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1929 · PDF PAGE 184
Confessions of Aleister Crowley
…well that I only said it to lure them on; they knew that I meant to make them cross to Yarkand; they knew that they {312} would die to a man; but they didn't mind, it was Kismet, and they wanted me to know that they would gladly die because I had been so nice to them. When I sent them home from Camp 10 they could hardly believe their ears, and their delight at being reprieved was pathetically charming. Modern writers have made a great deal of fun of the golden age; they have been at great pains to prove that primitive man is a bloodthirsty sava…
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