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THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD SIR PALAMEDES THE SARACEN KNIGHT; AND OF HIS FOLLOWING OF THE QUESTING BEAST ALEISTER CROWLEY 3
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XXXVI Ort, as Sir Palamedes went Upon the quest, he was aware Of some vast shadow subtly blent With his own shadow in the air. It had no shape, no voice had it Wherewith to daunt the eye or ear; Yet all the horror of the pit Clad it with all the arms of fear. Moreover, though he sought to scan Some feature, though he listened long, No shape of God or fiend or man, No whisper, groan, shriek, scream, or song Gave him to know it. Now it chanced One day Sir Palamedes rode Through a great wood whose leafage danced In the thin sunlight as it flowed F…
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…uoth he, “no futile fires, Nor play upon an idle reed, Nor penance vain, nor fatuous prayers— The Gods are ours, and we are theirs.” Sir Palamedes plucks the pipe The satyr tends, and blows a trill So soft and warm, so red and ripe, That echo answers from the hill In eager and voluptuous strain, While grows upon the sounding plain A gallop, and a questing turned To one profound melodious bay. Sir Palamede with pleasure burned, And bowed him to the idol grey That on the altar sneered and leered With loose red lips behind his beard. Sir Palamedes…
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THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD SIR PALAMEDES THE SARACEN KNIGHT AND OF HIS FOLLOWING OF THE QUESTING BEAST BY ALEIST ER CROWLEY RIGHTLY SET FORTH IN RIME WIELAND & COMPANY, 3 GREAT JAMES ST. BEDFORD ROW, LONDON. ANNO PSEUDO CHRISTI, MCMXII. PRICE FIVE SHILLINGS NET
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…the applauding murmur round : Sir Lancelot girt him there and then To ride to that enchanted ground Where amid timeless snows the den Of Palamedes might be found. 21
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92 How weak Sir Palamedes grows! We hear no more of bouts and blows! His weapons are his ten good toes! He that was Arthur's peer, good knight Proven in many a foughten fight, Flees like a felon in the night! Ay! this thy quest is past the ken Of thee and of all mortal men, Sir Palamede the Saracen !
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XVIII Sir PALAMEDES for a space Deliberates on his rustic bed. “T lack the quarry’s awful pace” (Quod he); “my limbs are slack as lead.” So, as he gets his strength, he seeks The castles where the pennons red Of dawn illume their dreadful peaks. There dragons stretch their horrid coils Adown the winding clefts and creeks : From hideous mouths their venom boils. But Palamede their fury ’scapes, Their malice by his valour foils, Climbing aloft by bays and capes Of rock and ice, encounters oft The loathly sprites, the misty shapes Of monster brute…
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VIII Know ye where Druid dolmens rise In Wessex on the widow plain? Thither Sir Palamedes plies The spur, and shakes the rattling rein. He questions all men of the Beast. None answer. Is the quest in vain? With oaken crown there comes a priest In samite robes, with hazel wand, And worships at the gilded East. Ay! thither ride! The dawn beyond Must run the quarry of his quest. He rode as he were wood or fond, Until at night behoves him rest. —He saw the gilding far behind Out on the hills toward the West! With aimless fury hot and blind He flung…
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…ops delight In murder of many a myriad men, Following exultant into fight Sir Palamede the Saracen. Now when a year and day are done Sir Palamedes is aware Of blue pavilions in the sun, And bannerets fluttering in the air. Forward he spurs; his armour gleams; Then on his haunches rears the steed; Above the lordly silk there streams The pennon of Sir Palamede! Aflame, a bridegroom to his spouse, He rides to meet with galliard grace Some scion of his holy house, Or germane to his royal race.
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…ill I hang, or saw him through, Or burn with fire, who doubts upon This doctrine, hotototon spells The holy word otototon.” The poor Sir Palamedes quells His rising spleen ; he doubts his ears. “ How may I catch the Beast?” he yells. The smiling sage rebukes his fears: ‘Tis easier than all, Sir Knight! By simple faith the Beast appears.
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…in of daisies! Here’s a charmer! There’s a charmer ! Praise the God that crazes men, the God that raises All our lives to ecstasy !” Sir Palamedes was too wise To mock their gentle wooing; He smiles into their sparkling eyes While they his armour are undoing. “ For who” (quoth he) “ may say that this Is not the mystery I miss?” Soon he is gathered in the dance, And smothered in the flowers.
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82 Of light! How lucent is the fog! How noble is my cabbage-head ! How sweetly fragrant is the bog!” “God’s wounds!” (Sir Palamedes said), “What have I done to earn this portion? Must I, the clean knight born and bred, Sup with this filthy toad-abortion ?” Nathless he stayed with him awhile, Lest by disdain his mental torsion Slip back, or miss the serene smile Should crown his quest ; for (as one saith) The unknown may lurk within the vile. So he who sought the Beauteous Breath, Desired the Goodly Gift of Grace, Went equal into life and death,…
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… of his blood Joins in that cry’s soul-shaking flood. For many a chiliad counted well His soul stayed in its proper Hell. Then, when Sir Palamedes came Back to himself, the shrine was dark. Cold was the incense, dead the flame; The slain babe lay there black and stark. What of the Beast? What of the quest? More blind the quest, the Beast more dim. Even now its laughter is suppressed, While his own demons mock at him!
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…The hermit blessed His convert : on the horizon Appears the Beast. ‘To thee the rest!” He cries, to urge the good knight on. But no! Sir Palamedes grips The hermit by the woebegone Beard of him; then away he rips, Wood as a maniac, to the West, Where down the sun in splendour slips, And where the quarry of the quest Canters. They run lik e hippogriffs! Like men pursued, or swine possessed, Over the dizzy Cretan cliffs They smash. And lo! it comes to pass He sees in no dim hieroglyphs, In knowledge easy to amass, This hermit (while he drew his b…
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Then as he rushes forth the note Roars from that Beast’s malignant throat With laughter, laughter, laughter, laughter! The wits of Palamedes float In ecstasy of shame and rage. “O Thou!” exclaims the baffled sage; “ How should I match Thee? Yet, I will so, Though Doomisday devour the Age. Weeping, and beating on his breast, Gnashing his teeth, he still confessed The might of the dread oath that bound him: He would not yet give up the quest. “Nay! while I am,” quoth he, “ though Hell Engulph me, though God mock me well, I follow as I sware; I fo…
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…tirred. With vigour rude, The blast tore down the tapestry That hid the door. All ashen-hued The knights laid hand to sword. But he (Sir Palamedes) in the gap Was found—God knoweth—bitterly Weeping. Cried Arthur: “Strange the hap! My knight, my dearest knight, my friend ! What gift had Fortune in her lap Like thee? Embrace me!” “ Rather rend Your garments, if you love me, sire!” (Quod he). “Iam come unto the end. All mine intent and my desire, My quest, mine oath—all, all is done. Burn them with me in fatal fire! For I have failed. All ways, ea…
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Beast. Standing up, that he may enjoy the reward, he findeth another answer to the riddle. Yet abideth in the quest. xxxviii. Sir Palamede is confronted by a stranger knight, whose arms are his own, as also his features, This knight mocketh Sir Palamede for an impudent pretender, and impersonator of the chosen knight. Sir Palamede in all humility alloweth that there is no proof possible, and offereth ordeal of battle, in which the stranger is slain, Sir Palamede heweth him into the smallest dust without pity, x…
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SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT xxv, Upon the Pacific Ocean, he, thinking that It is not-Self, throweth himself into the sea. But the Beast setteth him ashore. xxvi. Rowed by Kanakas to Japan, he praiseth the stability of Fuji-Yama. But, an earthquake arising, the pilgrims are swallowed up. xxvii. Upon the Yang-tze-kiang he contemplateth immortal change. Yet, perceiving that the changes themselves constitute stability, he is again baulked, and biddeth his men bear him to Egypt. xxviii. In an Egyptian temple he hath performed the Bloody Sacrif…
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