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… strength, exalted In the Ram’s horns ! O ruler of the vaulted Heavenly hollow ! Send out thy rays majestic, and the torrid Light of thy song ! thy countenance most splendid Bend to the suppliant on his face extended ! Hear me, Apollo ! Let thy fierce fingers sweep the lyre forgotten ! Recall the ancient glory of thy chanted Music that thrilled the hearts of men, and haunted Life to adore thee ! Cleanse thou our market-places misbegotten ! Fire in my heart and music to my pæan Lend, that my song bow, past the empyrean, Phœbus, before thee ! 83
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…he khans ! Each slave Circassian like a moon Sits smiling, burning with young bloom Of dawn, and weaves an airy tune Like a white bird’s song bright and bold That dips a fiery plume. So the song lulled, lazily rolled In tubes of silver, lutes of gold ; And all that palace drowsed away The hours that fanned with silken fold The progress of the Lord of Day. Yet, as he slept, a grey Shadow of dream drew near, and stooped And glided through the ranks of slaves, Leaving no shadow where they drooped, No echo in the architraves As silent as the grave’…
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46 THE BLOOD-LOTUS Their song is in my ears, that burn with their melodious wickedness ; But in her heart my sorceress has songs more sinful, that I learn As she sings slowly all their shame, and makes me tingle with delight At new debaucheries, whose might rekindles blood and bone to flame. The circle gathers. Negresses howl in the naked dance, and wheel On poinard-blades of poisoned steel, and weep out blood in agonies ; Strange beast and reptile writhe ; the song grows high and melancholy now ; The perfume savours every brow with lust unutte…
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THE LITTLE HALF-SOVEREIGN I7 Then to the shrieks of devils Writhing in torments keen, Sing me the song that tells me Ever of Walham Green. Sing of the little half-sovereign Dancing in golden sheen ; Leave me in Hell—or, better, Leave me in Walham Green. [The occasion of this poem was the meeting of the author with a fair and virtuous damsel of pleasant address and conversation. She politely asked him to call at her residence on the following Sunday : but, on his doing so, she straightway demanded half-a-sovereign, and proffered a shameful equiv…
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A LIST OF THE WORKS OF MR ALEISTER CROWLEY. Please underline any volume required. ACELDAMA. 21s. THE TALE OF ARCHAIS. 5s. SONGS OF THE SPIRIT. 3s. 6d. JEZEBEL. 21s. AN APPEAL TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE. 1s. JEPHTHAH. 7s. 6d. THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY. 5s. THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 5s. CARMEN SÆCULARE. 2s. 6d. TANNHÄUSER. 7s. 6d. BERASHITH. 5s. AHAB. 5s. THE GOD-EATER. 2s. 6d. ALICE. 21s and 5s. THE SWORD OF SONG. 10s. THE STAR AND THE GARTER. 1s. THE ARGONAUTS. 5s. GOETIA. 21s. WHY JESUS WEPT. 21s. and 42s. Of which many are almost exhausted. COLLECTED WORKS.…
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… satirical drama, teaching that whatever may be the foundation of a religion, we must judge it rather by its present state. The Sword of Song. 10s. The “ Sword of Song ” is a masterpiece of learning and satire. In light and quaint or graceful verse all philosophical systems are discussed and dismissed, all religions in turn are condemned or laughed out of court, from Mohammedanism to Christian Science, and the great Agnostic conclusion stated and proved. The second part of the book, written in prose, deals with possible means of research, so th…
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…Lesbian maiden ! The flame-tongue of passion Is lambent and strong ; In mystical fashion Sucks sweetness from shade, As the voice of thy song In the halls of the dead, Breaking fitful and wild, Weird waking the slumber of Venus, the sleep of her child, O Lesbian maiden ! Thy tongue reaches red On that pillar of might ! Flaming gold from thy head Is a garland of light On the forehead of night, 2I
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…ume that maddens all men’s blood ; we die Fresh from some corpse-clothed memory, some secret redolence of gloom, Some darkling murmurous song of lust quite strange to man and beast and bird, Silent in power, not overheard by any snake that eats the dust. No crimson-hooded viper knows ; no silver-crested asp has guessed The strange soft secrets of my breast ; no leprous cobra shall disclose The many-seated, multiform, divine, essential joys that these Dank odours bring, that starry seas wash white in vain ; intense and warm The scents fulfil ; t…
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…a sleeps and yet wakes beyond. Here, in the crescent beach and bay, the sea, Curven and carven in warm shapes of dream, Answers the love-song of the lilied stream, And moves to bridal music. Stern and free, I05
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HYMN TO APOLLO 85 O hear me ! hear me ! hear me ! for my hands, Dews deathly bathe them ; sinks the stricken song ; Eyes that were feeble have become the strong, See thee and glisten. Blindness is mine ; my spirit understands, Weighs out the offering, accepts the pain, Hearing the pæan of the unprofane ! Lycian, listen ! God of the fiery face, the eyes inviolate ! Lord of soundless thunders, lightnings lightless ! Hear me now, for joy that I see thee sightless, Fervent to follow. Grant one boon ; destroy me, let me die elate, Blasted with light…
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…stood solitary, A dim light set therein. Near and at ease A jolly well-lit inn—no phantom airy ! Solid and warm, short snatches of light song Issuing cheery now and then. “ Be wary ! ” Quoth the wise Earl, “ I wander very long Far from my quest, assuredly to fall Sideways each step towards the House of Wrong, “ Were but one choice demented. Choice is small Here though. (A flash of insight in his mind) Which of these three gets answer to its call ? “ Yon shallop ?—leave to Galahad ! Resigned Yon hermit to be welcome Lancelot ! For me—the inn—wha…
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… in the moony twilight and the splendour Of music’s light, the desolate nightingale Fills all the interlunar air with tender Kisses like song, or shrills upon the scale, Till quivering moonrays shake again, to send her Luminous tunes through every sleepy vale, While the slow dancers rhythmically reap The fairy amaranth, and silver wheat of sleep. Now over all that scythe of sleep impending Mows the pale flowers of vision following ; Dryad and bird and fount and valley blending Into one dreamy consciousness of spring ; And all the night and all …
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…outh, And form desirable Of all the clustered love drew back : grew still “ O turn, my lover, turn thee to the South ! ” The girl’s warm song of the Siesta’s hour. Heedless of all that flower, Eager to feel the strong brown fingers close On the unshrinking rose And pluck it to his breast to perish there, With neither thought nor care Nor knowledge he went forth : none stayed, none dare Proffer a pavid prayer. There was a pavement bright with emerald Glittering on malachite Clear to the Sun : low battlements enwalled With gold the ground enthral…
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…and rended, Thus only the great peaks change That their image is moulded and bended Into all that a fancy may range ; And the silence my song could refigure To the note of a bird did I will, Of glory or rigour, of passion or vigour— The change were to ill ! For silence is better than singing Though a Shelley wove songs in the sky, And hovering is sweeter than winging ; To live is less good than to die. The secret of secrets is hidden Not in the lives nor in loves, but in wills That are free and unchidden, that wander unbidden To home in the hil…
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…exceedingly beautiful. Unfortunately, we are unable to quote at any length, through want of space. The two stanzas appended are from the song on page 19— ‘ Ere the grape of joy is golden With the summer and the sun, Ere the maidens unbeholden Gather one by one, To the vineyard comes the shower, No sweet rain to fresh the flower, But the thunder rain that cleaves, Rends and ruins tender leaves.
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…should break And pierce the hollow of my ear that hearkened, Lest God should speak and find me not awake— For his own sake. No voice, no song might pierce or penetrate That enviable universal state. The sun and moon beheld, stood still. Only the spirit’s axis, will, Considered its own soul and sought a deadlier deep, And in its monotone mood Of supreme solitude Was neither glad nor sad because it did not sleep ; But with calm eyes abode Patient, its leisure that galactic load, Abode alone, nor even rejoiced to know that it was God.
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…g breast ! The young delicious green, the drunken smell Of the fresh earth, the luxury of the glow Where many colours mingled into snow, Song-marvels in the air desirable. So lazily I lay, and watched my eyes In the deep fountain’s sun-stirred harmonies. I loved myself ! O Thou ! (I cried) divine Woman more lovely than the flowers of earth ! O Self-hood softer than the babe at birth, Sweeter than love, more amorous than wine, Where is thy peer upon the face of life ? I love myself, the daughter of the dawn. Come, silken night, in your deep wing…
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…thdrawn And look to the East like a fountain That shoots up the spray of the dawn. And the life of the mountain swims through me (So the song of a thrush in me thrills) And the dawn speaks to me, of old for it knew me The soul of the hills. I stand on the mountain in wonder As the splendour springs up in the East, As the cloud banks are rended asunder, And the wings of the Night are released. As in travail a maiden demented, Afraid of the deed she hath done, By no man lamented, springs up the sweet-scented Pale flower of the sun. So change not …
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…ago, so miserably long ! I was a maiden—oh how rich and rare Seemed the soft sunshine woven in my hair ! How keen the music of my body’s song ! How white the blossom of my body’s light ! How red the lips, how languorous the eyes, How made for pleasure, for the sleepy sighs Softer than sleep ; amorous dew-dreams of night
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… Where of old time burst out the vulture fire Cyclopean, that is dead, now, as a man’s desire. The drowsy cries of night birds, then the song Lovely and lovelorn in the listening vale, So wild and tender, swooping down in long Notes of despair, then lifting the low tale In golden notes to skyward in one throng Of clustered silver, so the nightingale Tunes the wild flute, as dryads he would gather To roof with music in the palace of the weather, With love despairing, dying as music dies ; With lost soul’s weeping, and the bitter muse Of such as …