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…desire, Ye woodlands bound In the hills that are higher Than even the note of a bird as it wings to the solar fire ! Ye fruits and corn, Gold, rose, and green, Vines purple-born, Pearl-hidden sheen, Trees waving in scorn Of the grass between ! Come forth in your chorus, and chant the praise of your mother and queen! Ye trees many-fronded That shake to the wind, Green leaves that have sounded My harp in your kind, Light boughs that are rounded, Grey tops that are shrined In the tears of the heaven as they fall in the blackening storm grown blind…
1907 · PDF PAGE 102
… thought and being is unrolled. Like sombre tides there flow and ebb Wonderful things ! not to be told: Beautiful things ! and images of gold. The touch of brown Habiba’s breast, The brimming lip, the cheek of down, The dainty dovelet in its nest : These fade, as ever a palimpsest Like autumn vanishes from gold to brown. Zuleikha, on whose marble knees My bearded head is lazily lain, Shows like some stirring of the breeze Fluctuant in the poppied grain, No more at all: the vulgar sense is slain. Of all the world alone abides The faint perfume o…
1907 · PDF PAGE 243
…, 19 | Paris.” Headlines throughout. Editions: 100 copies on a glazed foreign paper.! Issued in navy blue wrapper front page lettered in gold ‘‘ Ye Sword | of Song,” with design in centre ‘'666” thrice repeated on a golden square (vide pp. 4-5 of book), on reverse pub- lishers’ advertisement; back of cover author's name in Hebrew characters adding up to '' 666,” in gold; inside of back page of cover list of author’s works in gold; back of cover ‘‘ The | Sword | of| Song.’’ Price ros. od. [GOETIA: 1904] The Book of the | Goetia | of | Solomon th…
1907 · PDF PAGE 104
… fairly hewn ; And round about her neck is set The holy rosary, skull by skull, Polished and grim and beautiful ! This jewelled shape of gold and bronze Is seated on my bosom’s throne ; She takes my muséd orisons To her, to her, to her alone. Oh Kali, Kali, Kali, quell This hooded hate, O Queen of Hell! iler ruby-studded brow is calm ; Her eyes shine like some sleepy flood ; Her breast is oliban and balm ; Her tongue lolls out, a-dripping blood ; She swings my body to and fro ; She breaks me on the wheel of woe ! To her eternal rapture seems Me…
1907 · PDF PAGE 118
…he seed of youth and happiness ? Age and despair, FEMME ACCROUPIE SWIFT and subtle and thin are the arrows otf Art: I strike through the gold of the skin to the gold of the heart. As you sit there mighty in bronze I adore the twist Of the miracle ankle gripped by the miracle wrist. I adore the agony-lipped and the tilted head, And I pay black orisons to the breasts aspread In multiple mutable motion, whose soul is hid. And the toils of confused emotion the Master bid Lurk in the turn of the torso for poets to see Is hid from the lesser and dull…
1907 · PDF PAGE 124
… upon the slot! Soon, soon they are on him: soon the fangs of hate, The sharp teeth of the infinite are in him ! Shall love, or fame, or gold, those pangs abate? What siren with smooth voice and breast shall win him? Never a one, be sure! In serene awe The thinker formulates eternal law. QUATORZAINS LA PENSEF. EXQUISITE fairy, flower from stone begotten Sprung into sudden shape of maidenhood, ITast thou thy father’s anguish all forgotten? Hast thou a balm, who hast hardly under- stood ? Is not thy beauty for his comfort moulded, Thy joy and pur…
1907 · PDF PAGE 21
… love for love’s very sake ! Take all our beauty, strength, and youth, And melt them in the crucible To that quintessence at whose gleam Gold shudders and grows dull; expel The final dross by intimate stream Of glowing truth, our lunar light ! Are you not ready? Who would stay? Arise, O Queen, O Queen of Night ! Arise, and leave the little day! XXXII. Lapy, awake the dread abyss Of knowledge in impassioned eyes ! Fathom the gulfs of awful bliss With the poised plummet of a kiss ! Love hath the arcanum of the wise ; Love is the elixir, love the …
1907 · PDF PAGE 247
…RST LINES GIANT, with iron secrecies ennighted, iii. 122 Glory and praise to thee, O Satan, ii, 18 God, I have rowed! iii. 28 God of the golden face and fiery forehead, ii. 22 Gone to his Goddess! the poor worm’s asleep, 1, 239 Good bends and breathes into the rosy shell, lll, 120 Go to the woodlands, English maid, i. 7 Great Liberator, come again, ii. 3 Green and gold the meadows lie, i. 24 HA! HA! Inthe storm I ride, ii. 136 Hail, child of Semelé! iii. 205 Hail! Hail! Hail! ii. 130 Hail, O Dionysus! Hail! iii. 203 Hail, sweet my sister! hail,…
1907 · PDF PAGE 68
…NTIPPE. SWEET, do you scold? I had rather have you scold Than from another earn a million kisses. The tiger rapture on your skin’s Greek gold Is worth a million smiles of sunken cold And Arctic archangelic passion rolled From any other woman. Heaven misses The half of God’s delight who doth not see Some lightning anger dart like love and strike Into the sacred heart its iterant glee Of scathing tortures worth Hell’s agony To melt—ah, sweet, I know ! in foam and free Lustre of love redoubled. Come to me! I will avenge that anger, like to like, W…
1907 · PDF PAGE 216
… the crystal radiance That filleth ether to the brim Wherein all stars and suns may dance. I am the beautiful and glad, Rejoicing in the golden day. I am the spirit silken-clad That fareth on the fiery way. I have escaped from Him, whose eyes Are closed at eventide, and wise To drag thee to the House of Wrong :— Iam armed! Iam armed! I am strong! I am strong ! I make my way: opposing horns Of secret foemen push their lust In vain: my song their fury scorns ; They sink, they grovel in the dust. Hail, self-created Lord of Night! Inscrutable and i…
1907 · PDF PAGE 95
…owers of imperishable thought With glory and with rapture clothed. This being, thinking, loved or loathed, Hath attributes. This sand is gold :— Deem’st thou a gilder lurks within The atom ? What should Nature hold Of aureate save a mind begin Colour-conception? Then we win To think our thought itselfa chance Grafted upon the circumstance Of cerebrin and lethicin. A. Ill fares the rifleman that holds The muzzle to his eye. Yon gold’s Mental : enough ! the mind is all. NV. No: this is but a slave in thrall To matter’s motion. We deny A causeless…
1907 · PDF PAGE 97
…ove !) And many a month you fooled the lot of us— Your spell is cracked within the ring! Behold How Christ with clay worth more than any gold Cleared the man’s eyes! amorous Is blinded with the horror of the truth He sees this moment. Foolish prostitute ! You slacked your kiss upon the sodden youth In some excess of confidence, decay Of care to hold him—can I tell you which? Down goes the moon—one sees the howling bitch ! The salmon you had hooked in fin and gill You reel unskilfully—he darts away. Alas! you devil, but vou hold me still ! So th…
1907 · PDF PAGE 239
…es | lyrical & | dramatic | Kegan Paul, | Trench | Triibner & | Co, Ltd. | 1899| Price 7s. 6d." The six India-paper copies issued in old gold coloured buckram, lettered on cover ‘‘ Jephthah”’ in red. [SONGS OF THE SPIRIT: 1898] Songs of the Spirit | by | Aleister Crowley | ‘*Sublimi feriam sidera vertice” Hor. | London | Kegan Paul, Trench, Triibner & Co. | MDCCCXCVIII. Collation :—Pott 8vo, pp. X4+- 109. Half-title ; on reverse, quotation from The Tale of Archais ; Titlein red and black as above ; reverse, quotation from Zcclesiastes,‘‘ afool …
1907 · PDF PAGE 163
…w flowers and lawns of life, designed Nobler and newer in mine olden mind. Iam: I am not, but all-changing move The worlds evolving in a golden ladder Spiral or helical, fresh gusts of love Filling one sphere from the last sphere grown gladder ; All gateways leading far to the above. Even as the bright coilsof the emerald adder Climb one by one in glory of sunlight, climb My children to me up the steep of Time. Iam: before me all the years are dead, And all the fiery locks of sunrise woven Into the gold and scarlet of my head: In me all skies a…
1907 · PDF PAGE 114
…in gods ‘‘ Thus-will-I”’ and “* May- be-yet.”” God, keep us most from ill, What time the King-Ghost grips the will ! Silver and rose and gold what flame re- surgesP What living light pours forth in emerald waves?P What inmost Music drowns the clamorous dirges? -—Shrieking they fly, the King-Ghost and his slaves. Lord, let Thy Ghost indwell, And keep us from the power of Hell ! Amen. Kneel down, dear maiden o’ mine, and let your eyes Get knowledge with a soft and glad surprise ! Who would have thought you would have had it in you? Say nothing ! …
1907 · PDF PAGE 129
…AU. BRUTAL refinement of deep-seated vice Carves the coarse features in a_ sentient mould. The gardens,! that were soft with flowers and gold And sickening with murder of lust to entice The insane to filthier raptures, carrion spice Of ordure for perfume, bloom there, fixed bold By the calm of the Master, god-like to behold The horror with firm chisel and glance of ice. Ay! and the petty and the sordid soul, A servile whore’s deformed debauchery,? Grins from the image. Let posterity From Rodin’s art guess Mirbeau’s heart, extol The lethal chamb…
1907 · PDF PAGE 141
…asure Sunrise shed in tears, The flowers of us fold Love's arrow that cleaves The scarlet and azure The veil of the years, And olive and gold,
1907 · PDF PAGE 123
…who knows? One follows till one’s eyes are dim My little lady light 0’ limb. LAGE D’ATIRAIN. FRESH in the savage vivour of the time, The golden youth stands in the golden prime, Erect, acute, astrain. We look and long For those bronze lips to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With aught that …
1907 · PDF PAGE 182
…s, My lyre shall charm ye, Thrice bound with iron, My voice disarm ye, The gate is in three For I am the soul overshadowed of Pillars of gold, pain ! But I will pass (My heart as a lion, Hail to ye, wardens My lyre as a key !) Of Death’s grey gardens ! To the gates of old, O flowerless and vineless your bower- To the place of despair less vale ! And the walls of dread, But I must alone The halls of the doomed, To the wonderful throne. The homes of the dead, Let fall the vain spears, shadows! The houses where Hailto ye! Hail! The beautiful air I…
1907 · PDF PAGE 215
…re the might of thy breath, Supreme and terrible God Who makest the Gods and death To tremble before thee :— I, I adore thee ! O Hawk of gold with power enwalled, Whose face is like an emerald ; Whose crown is indigo as night ; Smaragdine snakes about thy brow Twine, and the disc of flaming light Is on thee, seated in the prow Of the Sun’s bark, enthroned above With lapis-lazuli for love And ruby for enormous force Chosen to seat thee, thee girt round With leopard’s pell, and golden sound Of planets choral in their course! O thou self-formulate…