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Page 1 of 781913 · PDF PAGE 172
…hose soul’s wings are unfurled, Within my heart’s core ever shall be curled A little tendril softly that doth cling, Softly impearled, a thing from heaven hurled ; Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! A minstrel through a forest wayfaring Hath brought his love a shy and tender thing, A gentle bloom of the gods’ gardening. Oh! woe to me who have to tell this thing! The Rose doth sing : my song hath here its sting: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! O Rose Unknown! I heard the secret Call Out of the dark: there came unto mine ears A…
1913 · PDF PAGE 172
…hose soul’s wings are unfurled, Within my heart’s core ever shall be curled A little tendril softly that doth cling, Softly impearled, a thing from heaven hurled ; Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! A minstrel through a forest wayfaring Hath brought his love a shy and tender thing, A gentle bloom of the gods’ gardening. Oh! woe to me who have to tell this thing! The Rose doth sing : my song hath here its sting: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! O Rose Unknown! I heard the secret Call Out of the dark: there came unto mine ears A…
1913 · PDF PAGE 171
…ng, Feeling his heart stirred in him, seized his lyre, And tuned his strings, and so began to sing : Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! The sun uprose, and his song mounting higher, Reached to the summit of the Olympian hill, Filling the gods with new and strange desire To stain earth’s mire with their immortal fire : Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! He sang of blood, and how men mar and spill; He sang of love, and how men love and kill; He sang the world as never yet twas sung; He sang the will to fashion joy from ill: Oh! Wo…
1913 · PDF PAGE 171
…ng, Feeling his heart stirred in him, seized his lyre, And tuned his strings, and so began to sing : Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! The sun uprose, and his song mounting higher, Reached to the summit of the Olympian hill, Filling the gods with new and strange desire To stain earth’s mire with their immortal fire : Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! He sang of blood, and how men mar and spill; He sang of love, and how men love and kill; He sang the world as never yet twas sung; He sang the will to fashion joy from ill: Oh! Wo…
1961 · PDF PAGE 40
…infinitesimal and to be neglected. Lo! When the All is absorbed within the I, it is as if the I were absorbed within the All; for if two Things become wholly and indissolubly One Thing, there is no more Reason for Names, since Names are given to mark off one Thing from another. And this is that which is written in The Book of the Law: . . . Let there be no difference made among you between any one thing & any other thing; for thereby there cometh hurt. But whoso availeth in this, let him be the chief of all! l
1922 · PDF PAGE 162
…re. I don’t know which and I don’t know why. Anyhow, the net result is that the price of cocaine has gone up from a pound an ounce to anything you like to pay. So of course everybody wants it whether they want it or not, and anybody but a member of parliament would know that if you offer a man twenty or thirty times what a thing is worth in itself, he’ll go to a lot of trouble to make you want to buy it.... : Well, we found this man was a fraud. He tried to sell us packets of snow in the dark. He tried to prevent Cockie examining the stuff by p…
1909 · PDF PAGE 43
Yet certain holy nuns concealed the secret in songs upon the lyre. Now did the Horror of Time pervert all things, hiding the Purity with a loathsome thing, a thing unnameable. Yea, and there arose sensualists upon the firma- ment, as a foul stain of storm upon the sky. And the Black Brothers raised their heads; yea, they unveiled themselves without shame or fear. Also there rose up a soul of filth and of weak- ness, and it corrupted all the rule of the Tao. 44
1913 · PDF PAGE 51
CHAPTER VI THE WAND THE Magical Will is in its essence twofold, for it presupposes a beginning and an end; to will to be a thing is to admit that you are not that thing. Hence to will anything but the supreme thing, is to wander still further from it— any will but that to give up the self to the Beloved is Black Magick —yet this surrender is so simple an act that to our complex minds it is the most difficult of all acts; and hence training is necessary. Further, the Self surrendered must not be less than the All-Self; one must not come before t…
1904 · PDF PAGE 120
… pound up their shit into paste. The clergy are partial to choir-boys ; I cannot approve of the taste. The wonderful beauty of cunt Is a thing for a poet to rave over ! At the moment of coming its grand ; They grip you and shake like a hand. They emit a low poop, like a grunt ; And the jelly boils, flows like a wave over ! The wonderful beauty of cunt Is a thing for a poet to rave over ! [122]
1913 · PDF PAGE 246
…. For ever watch, nor see the blind endeavour Of battling with the soul that wills Eclipse. “ Ever to know. And yet to know not ever The thing that irks thee most, how to dissever Thy Self from the blind wraith that watches thee. “The deed undone, that is before thee ever ! There is No Tig, thou canst forget it never, The Thing Undone is as the Thing Before. An endless chain, they stretch before thee, ever Mocking thy soul with purblind hopes that shiver As salt sea-spray on ice-bound rocks beneath. “Laucu! For I bid thee laugh. I bid thee mang…
1913 · PDF PAGE 246
…. For ever watch, nor see the blind endeavour Of battling with the soul that wills Eclipse. “ Ever to know. And yet to know not ever The thing that irks thee most, how to dissever Thy Self from the blind wraith that watches thee. “The deed undone, that is before thee ever ! There is No Tig, thou canst forget it never, The Thing Undone is as the Thing Before. An endless chain, they stretch before thee, ever Mocking thy soul with purblind hopes that shiver As salt sea-spray on ice-bound rocks beneath. “Laucu! For I bid thee laugh. I bid thee mang…
1907 · PDF PAGE 263
256 THE STAR IN THE WEST " 2 . ex nihilo nihil fit, i.e. ,‘ From nothing , nothing is made ,' that is , nothing can come from nothing , but it does not believe in the absolute annihilation of anything which has ever existed . “ There is not anything new under the sun ." Not any Thing ,' says the Zohar , is lost in the universe , not even the vapour which goes out of our mouths , as all things , it has its place and destination , and the Holy One , blessed be It ! makes it concur to Its works ; not anything falls into the void , not even the wor…
1929 · PDF PAGE 47
…Will, there would be no collision. Every man and every woman is a star. It is when we get off our orbits that the clashes come. Now if a Thing gets off its orbit, and comes into my sphere of attraction, I absorb it as quietly as possible, and the stars sing together again." "Whew!" said Cyril, and pretended to wipe the sweat from his brow. "But weren't you in danger from that devilish Thing?" asked Lisa, with the memory of a great anxiety. She had trembled like an aspen during the scene in the garden. "The rhinoceros," quoted Simon Iff, "finds …
1929 · PDF PAGE 46
…whole of the Law!" [66] he proclaimed in such a voice as once shook Sinai. Then he threw the rest of the dittany in the direction of the Thing. "By all the powers of the Pentagram!" shouted Cyril Grey; "he's deliberately making a magical link between it and Lisa." He bit his lip, and cursed himself in silence; he knew he had been startled out of prudence. Simon Iff had not noticed the outburst. He quoted "The Book of the Law," "Be strong!" he cried. "Enjoy all things of sense and rapture! There is no god that shall deny thee for this!" The Thin…
1913 · PDF PAGE 231
…emitting toil, Give me the cup I crave! How shall my praying Avail me? For alas! I’ve neither oil, Nor wine, nor grape, nor corn, nor anything That may palliate thee! One only thing is mine, And that is but a sweet and bitter thing, Rarer than grape, or corn, or oil, or wine. I may not speak it. Yet my tongue still mutters Cravingly, eagerly, oh! desperately. What is the thing that still my glad mouth utters? I may not say it, Darling, even to thee: x N 193
1913 · PDF PAGE 231
…emitting toil, Give me the cup I crave! How shall my praying Avail me? For alas! I’ve neither oil, Nor wine, nor grape, nor corn, nor anything That may palliate thee! One only thing is mine, And that is but a sweet and bitter thing, Rarer than grape, or corn, or oil, or wine. I may not speak it. Yet my tongue still mutters Cravingly, eagerly, oh! desperately. What is the thing that still my glad mouth utters? I may not say it, Darling, even to thee: x N 193
1906 · PDF PAGE 116
XI, One thing makes me weep He was wise one way, and scorned sleep. Wherefore he sleeps not, does not hear That still small dreadful voice of fear. Therefore he realizes not That this is his eternal lot. Therefore he suffers not at all. XII. Luckier is he than one, a small Wild girl, whose one desire on earth Was to—be blunt with it !—give birth To children. Here she’s fairly in it! Pumps out her fourteen babes a minute; Her (under chloroform) the voice Bids to be gleesome and rejoice: *© No sterile God balks ¢hime endeavour. This sort of thing…
1913 · PDF PAGE 204
…end to pain; And there is death, a cool, gray, silent place, Calm in the afterglow of life; one grace Kept pure and holy, and one sacred thing In the deep centre of the mystic ring Of life, whence all roads lead, a winding path Through plains of dumb despair and sunless wrath. There is one holy spot under the skies Kept sacred from the screaming herd : there lies The silent singer, and the dreamer asleep, Calm in the mother-earth, and sunken deep From all the toil of the world and the heat of day, Buried and quite forgotten ; hidden away From j…
1913 · PDF PAGE 204
…end to pain; And there is death, a cool, gray, silent place, Calm in the afterglow of life; one grace Kept pure and holy, and one sacred thing In the deep centre of the mystic ring Of life, whence all roads lead, a winding path Through plains of dumb despair and sunless wrath. There is one holy spot under the skies Kept sacred from the screaming herd : there lies The silent singer, and the dreamer asleep, Calm in the mother-earth, and sunken deep From all the toil of the world and the heat of day, Buried and quite forgotten ; hidden away From j…
1939 · PDF PAGE 9
On bread alone though a man cant thrive, Saint Luke says nothing of brandy; It may be the thing to keep us alive, And I see theres a bottle handy. Open it Bill! Theres only Five. It may be the thing to keep us alive. The Road of Excess, said William Blake, To the Palace of Wisdom leads one; Open a bottle for Wisdoms sake! And I am the boy that needs one. Its a long, long way, but its good to take Open a bottle for Mishter Blake! At the door of Burgess Fish Sauce Shop She stood, oh, how does it go, boys? Well, truly rural will do for t…