Thelema ScholarTHE ALEISTER CROWLEY COLLECTION
FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION

Search the corpus.

Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.

79 matching pages

Page 1 of 4
1907 · PDF PAGE 89

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…his time flings herself on him and sobs on his breast. Enter ALAIN unseen. [Softly.] My darling! [BLANCHE ratses her face. DENYS goes to kiss her, but she draws back. BLANCHE. The captain’s name was Florimond de Cham pdivers. DENYS. I did not hear it. [A jawse.] Blanche, will you kiss me? [They take one long look and then tenderly and very deliberately kiss. They remain sa, silently delighting an each other. ALAIN, [Comes forward with a chuckle.) Good morning, nephew ! [They leap up covered with confusion, recover their self- possession, and cu…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 127

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…for Know- ledge’ sake. | The full moon rose. dumb the first woman’s shame, martyrdom. Creation’s voice was For strength, FEMMES DAMNEES. Kiss me, O sister, kiss me down to death! The purple of the passionate hour is flaked With notes of gold: there swim desires un- slaked, Impossible raptures of expostulate breath. The marble heaves with longing; hungereth The mouth half-open for the unawaked Mouth of the baby blossom, where there ached Never till now the parched sweet song that saith: ‘‘Ah! through the grace of languor and the glow Of form ste…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 36

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… concvaled, Sirk PERCY. O but the moon is laggard ! MOLLY. IIard it is! Sirk PERCY. Time matters not. Iam so drunk with love, MOLLY. One kiss, one kiss ! Sirk PERCY. A million! Ay, slack moon, Dull moon, haste, haste ! MOoO.L.Ly Kiss me again, again |

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 178

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ight untold. I? I remain, and see Across eternity My lover’s face, and gaze, and know the worth Of love’s life to the glowing earth, The kiss that wakes all life unto a better birth. So the swoon broke. I saw the face (Shining with Love’s reverberate grace) Of my own love across the lawn, As warm and tender as the dawn Tinting the snows of heaven-born hills, Enamelling the mountain rills With light’s chameleon-coloured dyes ; So shone the love-light in grey eyes, Changing for laughter and for tears, Changeless for joy of myriad years. This, thi…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 177

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…led Its passion round us; bade forget The joy with which our eyes were wet. All faded, folded in the bliss ; Unfolded the first fadeless kiss. Then my soul woke, not sundering lips, But winged against the black eclipse Of sense: my soul on wings did poise Her glory in the vast turquoise Of the whole sky : expanded far Beyond the farthest sun or star, Beyond all space, all time. I saw The very limits of the law That hath no bounds: beheld the bliss Of that first wonder of the kiss In its true self: how very love Is God, and hath its substance of…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 35

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…nything the Glad of me, happy here matter, sir? (He does not answer. She lifts Here in m week his head to her lap.) Wow paleheis! Poor I kiss vou 7 kiss ou! boy! Shall I run to the Hall and get help, Sa nee , lise ~ y I wonder? (Puts him cently down and half G Ys 3 Ss you . . Spirit of holiness? vases. His eyes open.) , Holy I hold you! Swift as a rapier Sir PERCY. Stabbed me your charms, Oh! I am but a coward. I am not il, Broken with lowliness, Iwas awake. I let you hold me. Forgive Smitten with rapture :— me! Allis so mixed ; All is a whirl …

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 121

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… Lift, O rose petals of my rose, Toward me, rest, dream on, we are here, we love. There is no shadow above, No ghost below; we are here. Kiss! Kiss/ for ever, Who would have believed, have thought of this ? Outside is nothing. Let what will uproll, Within all’s certain. Are we not aware (Who see the hand) What brain must know —and care? What wisdom formed the racers, find a goal? Careless and confident, let us love on. Life, one or many, rises from a seed, Sprouts, blooms, bears fruit, and then is gone—is gone. Let go the future, ominous and va…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 37

Collected Works (Vol. III)

WHY JESUS WEPT 31 ANGELA. Would I had the kissing of her with vitriol ! SIR PERCY. Your kisses are like young rain, ANGELA, The slobbery kisses of virginity. He shall soon know these calculated, keen, Intense, important kisses,—mine! Hell’s worm ! MOLLY. Yes, do not leave me. Let us away now ! No, I must tell them, fetch my— SiR PERCY, No! Nothing is necessary unto love, Not even light. In chaos love were well. I love you, love you so, my love, my love. No! No! MOLLY, HIow I love you! Oh, kiss me again ! Str PERCY. Yet you were best to go. This…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 246

Collected Works (Vol. III)

INDEX OF FIRST LINES 241 Bend down in dream the shadow-shape, ii. 128 Beneath the living cross [ lie, ii. 62 Better than bliss of floral kiss, ili. 64 Bitter reproaches passed between us, ll. 77 Black Ares hath called, ii. 112 Black thine abyss of noon, ii. 30 Blind agony of thought! Who turns his pen, ili, 118 Blind Chesterton is sure to err, il. 185 Blind the iron pinnacles edge the twilight, i. 27 Blood, mist, and foam, then darkness, i. 109 Blow on the flame, ii. 7 Brethren, what need of wonder, ili. 186 Brutal refinement of deep-seated vic…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 107

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… man. A bitter craft Is mine, he saith, O soldiers of Japan ! I am the brothel-knave of death, The grimly courtesan. Now who will up and kiss her lips, Or grip her breast and bone? The subtle life she shears and snips Is harder gained than gone ; The lover’s laughter whom she clips Is but a dying groan. She lieth not on a gilded bed In the city without the city.! One kiss is hers full rank and red— Do you sip at her lip? Hell hangs on her fangs ! She loves ; love laughs at pity ! Then who will up to taste her mouth? Who on her mount and ride? L…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 56

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…friends ! I know arc lights from candle-ends. Farewell! A.poet begs your alms, Will walk awhile among the palms, An honest love, a loyal kiss, Can show him better worlds than this ; Nor will he come again to yours While he knows champak-stars! from sewers. 1 The champak, one of the most beautiful of tropical flowers, has a star-shaped blossom.

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 214

Collected Works (Vol. III)

208 ORPHEUS O sacred soul of water. Kiss, ah kiss, With gentle waves like lips my breast, my two small breasts, Rose flames on ivory seas ! SECOND MANAD. Nay! Nay! Of ivy, clingst thou so for love? O soul A VOICE AS OF THE RUSTLING OF Ivy. For love. SECOND MAENAD. Cling not so close! O no! cling closer then ! Let thy green coolness twine about my limbs And still the raving blood: or closer yet, And link about my neck, and kill me so! THIRD M-ENAD. Soul of the rock ! Dost love me? A VOICE AS OF FALLING ROCK. I love thee. THIRD: MAENAD. Woo me th…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 97

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…Of a coal-black giant flower of hell!” —BROWNING, Heretic's Tragedy, ix. I. Rosk of the world! Ay, love, in that warm hour Wet with your kisses, the bewitching bud Flamed in the starlight; then our bed your bower Ifeaved like the breast of some alluring flood Whereon a man might sleep for ever, until Death should surprise him, kiss his weary will Into the last repose, profounder power Than life could compass. Now I tax my skill To find another holier name, some flower Still red, but red with the ecstasy of blood. Dear love, dear wife, dear moth…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 40

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…art been touched. Now my arts fail me. I am a poor and simple girl; and my eyes are uching with the sight of you, and my lips are mad to kiss you! SiR PERCY. Your breath is like a mist of rose-dawn about me. ANGELA (aszde). O true apothecary! Thy drugs are! ex- pensive, but well worth the money. 1 Here and repeatedly below she quotes or alters a well-known passage in Shakespeare. (Aloud.) Nay! but I will go. You have shamed me enough. Go! Go! SIR PERCY. Nay ! I know better ofa sudden. It is you that I love ! [He would kiss her. She draws away. …

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 93

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…at even the orthodox tolerate what the mystic and the ribald silently or noisily admire. lI. Rest is bliss, And bliss is rest, Give me a kiss If you love me best! Hold me like this With my head on your breast ! ANICCA. H1& who desires desires a change. Change is the tale of life and death. Matter and motion rearrange Their endless coils; the Buddha saith: ‘*Cease, O my sons, to desire ! Change is the whole that we see By the light of a chaos on fire. Cease to desire—you are free !”’ Your words, good Gotama, are brave and true 3 Kasy to say, but…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 45

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…Y. O sir, my lord, how can I thank you? GLENSTRAE. Come in, my dear, and let us see your father about it... . Can you spare an old man a kiss? MOLLY. O my lord! GLENSTRAE (4issing her). There, there! Where is your father? - [ Zhey go tn. SCENE X. Farts. Night. SiR PERCY azd ANGELA on bed, the latter asleep. SiR PERCY. O Rose of dawn! O star of evening! O glory ofthe soul oflight! Let my bright spirit speed on urgent wing ! Let me be silent, and my silence sing Throughout the idle, the luxurious night ! [Tow soft she breathes! Elow tender Her ey…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 66

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…e wall And rose-revolving ball, Doomed, fierce through Saturn’s aeons to tear, Fraught with the glory of a dead despair. VIII. FLAVIA. I KISSED the face of Flavia fair, In the deep wet dews of dawn, And the ruddy weight of my lover’s hair Fell over me and held me there On the broad Italian lawn. And the bright Italian moon arose And cleft the cypress grove ; For sadness in all beauty grows, And sorrow from its master knows How to appear like love. Alas ! that Flavia’s gentle kiss, And Flavia’s cool caress, And Flavia’s flower of utter bliss Mus…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 213

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…The white air hummeth With force of the spirit. We are heirs: we inherit. Our joys are as theirs ; Weave with your prayers The joys of a kiss! Ho! for the bliss Of the cup and the rod. He cometh ! O lover ! O friend and O God, Cover us, cover Our faces, and hover Above us, within us! Daintily shod, Daintily robed, His witcheries spin us A web of desire. Subtle as fire He cometh among us. The whole sky globed Is on fire with delight, Delight that hath stung us, The passion of night. Night be our mistress ! That tress and this tress Weave with th…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 4

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…XVI... . . . . 12 SONGS-— XXVII.. . . , . 13 I. Rosa MUNDI. - SI XXVIII. . . . . - 13 II. Tut NIGHTMARE . 56 XXIX. . . . . » 13 Ill. Tue Kiss. - 58 XXX... . . . . 14 IV. ANNIE. . . . 58 XXXII... , . . . Ig V. BRONNHILDE —. . 58 XXXIL . 0.0.00 OE VI. Dora. 2.889

original embedded textRead original & transcription →
1907 · PDF PAGE 154

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…o June. Then in the broad glare of the careless sun Apollo’s light is on her and within ; His shafts of glory pierce her one by one; His kisses darken, shivering and keen, Swift glories cold and clean Of that chaste bridal, and the earth gets gladness, Till the last winter’s traces Fall from the spring’s last cold wind—shining sadness !— And from the frail new faces Blushing through moss; and all the world is light With the unsufferably bright Full joy and guerdon of that sunny season By Love’s sweet trap of treason. So the bright girl is now a…

original embedded textRead original & transcription →