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192 MYSTERIES: Into the innest being of the spirit And stains its vital essence with a -brand Of fire that shall not change; and shuddering I Gaze back, spirit to spirit, with the like Insatiable desire, that never quenched, Nor lessened by sublime satiety, But rather crescent, hotter with the flame Of its own burning, that consumes it not, Because it is the pure white flame of God. I shudder, holding thee to me; thy gaze Is still on me; a thousand years have passed, And yet a thousand thousand ; years they are As men count years, and yet we st…
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LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 137 The joys thy song createth No languorous spirit sateth, Nor things that are or were, Nor death, nor sorrows fated, May leave their sweet abated, With thy bright spirit mated, White warden of the air.
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ADVERTISEMENTS. SONGS OF THE SPIRIT.” By ALEISTER CROWLEY. London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Triibner &Co. Price 3s. 6a. “ Mr. Aleister Crowley (‘Songs of the Spirit’) has a remark- able mastery of form: ‘ Like snows on the mountain, unlifted By weather or wind as it blows, In hollows the heaps of it drifted, The splendour of fathomless snows; So measure and meaning are shifted To fashion a rose.’ It is the very sound of Mr. Swinburne; and the whole book is full of it. But Mr. Crowley seems to have it by nature; his style would have been as it is sup…
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…f slaughter; if thy soul have gotten Its throne in so sublime a fatherland, Above these miscreants and misbegotten ; If even already thy spirit have found peace, Among the thronged immortal secrecies ; If with the soul of Aéschylus thy soul Talk, and with Sappho’s if thy music mingle; If with the spirit infinite and whole Of Shakespeare thou commune; if thy brows tingle With Dante's kiss; if Milton’s thunders roll Amid thy skies; if thou, supreme and single, Be made as Shelley or as Hugo now, And all their laurels mingle on thy brow— Then (as E…
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…ley an open before me. Shelley’s own birds are above Close to me (why should they fear me ?) MayI believe it—that love Brings his bright spirit so near me That, should I whisper one word—Shelley’s swift spirit would hear me. Heaven is not very far; Soul unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loose but your soul—shall its wings find the white way so appalling ? Heaven, as I understand, Nearer than some folk would make it ; God—should you stretch out a hand, Who can be quicker to take it? Then you ha…
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…ring of a harp that intenses The note that its fire may not find. For here in the tumult and labour And blindness of cowering man, _ The spirit has God for a neighbour, And the wheels unreturning that ran Return to the heart of the roses, And curl in the new blossom now, As the holiest fire that encloses Gray flame on the holiest brow. So midnight with magic reposes, And slumbers to visions bow. For the soul of man, being free, shall pass the gates of God, And the spirit find the Sea by the feet of Him untrod, | And the flesh, a lifeless ember,…
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30 Ct: JEPHTHAH. My open spirit by their influence, And taught mine ears to catch no doubtful sound Of prophecy, but fix it in my mind, A lambent liquid fire of poetry Full of all meaning as the very stars. Yet of my own life they have never breathed One chilly word of fear, or one divine Roseate syllable of hope and joy. Still less of love. For no sweet life of love Lies to my hand, but I am bound by Fate To the strong compulsion of the sword; my lips Shall fasten on my wife’s not much; nor those Pure lips of innocent girlhood that call me Fat…
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… enclose My whole live body, as a rich red rose Folding its sweetness round the honey-bee. I felt a perfect soul embracing me, And in my spirit like a river flows A passion like the passion of the sea.
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… Lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely Tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With thrice-great Hermes, or unsphear The spirit of Plato, to unfold What Worlds, or what vast Regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook ; _ And of those Dzemons that are found In fire, air, flood, or under ground, Whose power hath a true content With Planet, or with Element. Some time let Gorgeous Tragedy In Sceptr'd Pall come sweeping by.” Il Penseroso.
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… Throbbing with fire more potent than all wine, All sting of fleshly pangs and pleasures. Oh! The god is fast upon my back ; he rides My spirit like a stallion ; for I hate The awful thong his hand is heavy with. ELEAZAR. Speak, for the god compels, and we behold. PROPHET. A harlot shall be mother of Israel. CHORUS. He speaks of her who sighed for Gilead. PROPHET. A maiden shall be slain for many men. CHORUS. A doubtful word, and who shall fathom it? | PROPHET. Thy help is from the hills and desert lands. CHORUS. Our help is from the hills: we …
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…when all the flower-strewn ways were green, “ Better love Circe than Penelope!” Yes. A good woman’s love will forge a chain To break the spirit of the bravest Greek ; While with a harlot one may leap again Free as the waters of the western main, And turn with no heart-pang the vessel’s beak Out to the oceans that all seamen seek.
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…bestow: Change, foresight, fear. The pageant whirls and boils, Restricted not by space and time, my dream Foresees the doom of Fate ; My spirit wrestles in the Dream-King’s toils Always in vain, and Hope’s forerunners gleam Alway one step too late.
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…s ! Peace is less dear than this delirious fight! For all the glowing fragrance of a dream And all the sudden ecstasy of words Deluge my spirit with a lake of light.
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… alone; I left my palace gate To see if Love should have the laugh at Fate. And so I violated Death, and died ; And in the other land my spirit cried For incarnation ; conquering I came Within my soulless body as a flame.
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…d sinketh, Lay me in my tartan plaid, All uncovered to the tempest, In my hand my trusty blade.” Hardly had he spake the order, When his spirit passed away ; And his sons their heads uncovered As they bore him o’er the brae. Seven times did Phail McAlpine Bend his mighty bow of yew ; Seven times with lightning swiftness West the wingéd arrow flew. Seven times a clansman’s bowshot From the Leny’s western shore, Laid they him where on to Achray Spread the plain of Ian Vohr. Hard by Teith’s tumultuous waters Camped his sons throughout the night, T…
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…s this a *I will not turn to Sodom any more.’” —The J. C. R. “We have received for review a little book of poems entitled * Songs of the Spirit,’ by Aleister Crowley, whose initials ‘A. C.’ are not unknown to readers of ‘The Cantab’ and ‘ The Granta.’ Though we cannot identify ourselves with the sentiments ex- pressed in its pages, we must acknowledge that the poems show very considerable literary merit. Here is a description of the Cam: ‘The corpse-lit river, whose dank vapours teem Heavy and horrible, a deadly steam Of murder’s black intolera…
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… Into I know not what a cradle, made Of subtle-shapéd shade, And arms most perdurable. I am lost In thought beyond all cost— Nay, but my spirit breaks the slender chain That held it down. The pain Of death is past and I am free. Nay, I, This body, dead, must lie Till Thou come home again, O soaring Soul. The gates supernal roll ! Flash through them, O white-winged, white-blossom ghost ! Ah, God! for I am lost. - [Jephthah remains motionless, [Morning dawns. Enter Jared, Soldters, Prophet. SOLDIERS. . Hail, captain! We are ready now for death, O…
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…ry poetry, and values the articulate expression of an individuality, should miss a little book of unusual quality, called ‘ Songs’of the Spirit,’ by Aleister Crowley (Kegan Paul and Co., 8vo., pp. 109, 3s. 6d.). We have read it with admiration for its intense spirituality, as well as for its technical superiorities, and with sympathy for its spontaneous reflection of certain moods—byways of poetry, no doubt, that Mr. Crowley pursues almost without variation except in the movement of his rhythms, now swift as desire and now slow as remorse, with…
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…r besmirchéd roads of Truth and Honour: The obscene God spat on the universe: The sods of Destiny were spattered on her :— Then rose thy spirit through the shaken skies : “Child of the Dawn, I say to thee, arise!” Through the ancestral shame and feudal gloom, Through medizval blackness rung thy pzean : Let there be light !—the desecrated tomb Gaped as thy fury smote the Galilean.
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…e, and wander in the air, Vines life-endued by subtle fire So quick and comely, curving bare ; The white diaphanous attire Floats like a spirit pale and fair ; The dance is woven of the breeze, the tune Is like the ocean silvered by the moon. Behold the maidens following, And every one is like a flower, Or like an ewe lamb of the king That comes from water at the hour Of even. See, the dancers swing Their censers ; see, their tresses shower 53