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1911 · PDF PAGE 171

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

… allowed to hide it as he chose. I gave up all hopebut in bringing ofi'the 9to ! chance 01 my medium’s being right, The sceptic kept both eyes on me all the time ; iii stirred a finger, he was up in arms, I did keep my back to the mantelpiece, but there was no way of writing down the number. But it was just at that point that my sceptic’s magnificent brain broke down. He had correctly argued everything so far; but then his brain said, “ It is im- portant that Crowley shall not know where I hide the paper with the number on it : I must hide it some…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 125

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ne ! So, breeze, too reluctant to take The dews of the night from our slumbers? Light breaks, and the breezes caress Cool limbs and soft eyes and fair faces ; The nightingales carol to bless The dawn of our maiden embraces, Yvonne! The woods wear a lovelier dress In the dawn of our maiden embraces ! PERDURABO.! EXILE from humankind! The snow’s fresh flakes Are warmer than men’s hearts. My mind is wrought Into dark shapes of solitary thought That loves and sympathises, but awakes No answering love or pity. What a pang Hath this strange solitude …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 187

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…er his head twin dragons bend and hold A cobra’s hood made of some metal dread Impossible on earth : how calm, how keen Flash their wise eyes, those judges of the dead, In silent state : how eager, how serene Are the broad brows: the heart shrinks up and sinks, Seeing no gallery to slip between And pass those agéd ones—oft a man thinks He faces truth ! I know this hour, alas ! That face to face with naked truth he shrinks. His web of woven fiction may not pass (Though he believes it to be truth) with them Who see his mind as though it were a gl…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 265

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ce of me—the middle course of them, Pure human love? And, if your song be true, As I, who heard the voice, the earnestness, Saw the deep eyes, and truth aflame in them, Know—then the choice be Mary’s and not mine } I love you better, were that possible ; Will make you a true wife, and lead your hand, Or be led by you, in the pleasant path. For me, I enter not—Blesséd be God !— In those dark problems that disturb your soul. Mine is the simple nature. Look at me! TANNHAUSER, O Lady pure, miracle of true love, I have a bitter word and harsh to say…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 197

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… I cried aloud to God in my despair. ‘The quest of quests! I seek it, for I dare ! Moonward ! on, moonward moon shone, A glory for God’s eyes to dwell upon, A path of silver furrowed in the air, A gateway where an angel might have gone. 1? And the full And forward gleamed a narrow way of earth Crusted with salt: I watch the fairy birth Of countless flashes on the crystal flakes, Forgetting it is only death that makes Its home the centre of that starry girth. Yet, what is life? The manhood in wakes. me The absolute desire hath hold of me. Death …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 198

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ou I thought within myselfa bitter thing, Standing abased. The golden marriage ring The queen had given—how her beauty stank Now in mine eyes, where once their passion drank Its secret sweets of poison. Let the spring Of love once dawn—all else hath little thank! Yet resolute I put my love away. It could not live in this.amazing day. Love is the lotus that is sickly sweet, That makes men drunken, and betrays their feet : Beauty, the sacred lotus: let me say The word, and make my purity complete. The whole is mine, and shall I keep a part ? O Be…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 96

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…wn, descend the steps to thee. Here is my breast. Look firmly in my face, . i And slay me. Is there fear writ large and deep In mine old eyes? Or shudderest thou with fear? JASON. More hate than fear. In sooth, I cannot strike. ' PELIAS, A kingis not so slain—except a madman May fall upon him with averted head.? Indeed, I conquer. [Aszde.] Even so, beware! oe Victory ill-nurtured breeds the babe defeat. [Aloud.] Listen, my brother’:s son!- Nay, stoop not so, — Bending ashaméd brows upon the earth ! I am well weary of the world of men. I grow bo…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 133

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…the world. MELUSINE. TO M. M. M. HANGS over me the fine false gold Above the bosom epicene That hides my head that hungereth. The steady eyes of steel behold, When on a sudden the fierce and thin Curledsubtle mouth swoopson my breath,

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1907 · PDF PAGE 12

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ce in fate Ere I spoke thus. For while I spoke The old smile, surely helpless, broke On your tired lips: the old light woke In your deep eyes: but silence falls Blank, blank: the species that appals, Not our old silence. I devise A motto for your miseries: ‘¢ There an embroidered garter lies, And here words—they lie too?”’ I see Your intuition of the truth Is still in its—most charming—youth. You need that physiology! XII. I LOVE you. That seems simple? No! Hear what the physiologist Says on the subject. Zo and fro ‘The motor axts of the brain …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 178

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ing 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, this endures; there is no lover, No loved one ; all the ages cover These things from sight: but this abides Floating above the whelming tides Of time and space: abides for ever Whether the lovers join or sever. There is no change: the love exists Beyond the moment’s suns and mists In me, abiding: and I see No lover in Eurydice…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 196

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…deed, a deed impossible was done Were the new Theseus heavier than the air. Nay! but a new thread phantom-frail was spun And men’s blind eyes discovered not the snare, Else were that elder cord and this yet one, Cut but in fancy. Yet, shall mortal dare To fling a wanton word against the Sun, And stand forth candidate for lot and share Where hangs Prometheus, rolls Ixion’s wheel, And the stone rolls upon the limbs of steel? LEpode. These echoes, in my mind foul torturers, Present my fears, and image my distrust. No answer comes, no voice the sil…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 83

Moonchild

… incarnated Satan, the epitome of successful [120] iniquity. The episode of the "Watcher" had not diminished the chief's prestige in his eyes; it was evidently an "accident"; S.R.M.D. had sent out a patrol and it had been ambushed by a whole division, as it were. So trivial a "regrettable incident" was negligibly normal. Akbar had no thought but of S.R.M.D. as a Being infinitely great in

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1906 · PDF PAGE 35

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…own;. Surely the laurel and crown have faded and left me alone. Vainly I cry in the sunlight; moon pities my passion in vain. Dark to my eyes is the one light, aching in bosom and brain. Surely, O Mother, thou knowest! not followed thy star? I have gone whither thou goest, bitterly followed afar, Have I 1 A secret Order, probably established by Crowley himself, Buried my heart in thy sorrow, cast down my soul at thy knees. Thou, thou hast left me no morrow. Days and desires, what are these? Nay, I have torn from my breast passion and love and d…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 208

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…tual demon of my work is there ! dead flame Where is the glittering circle? Where, ah, Flares darkness deeper, and demandsits name. Mine eyes peer deeper in the quivering gloom— What horrors crowd upon the aching sight ! Behold! the phantom! Icy as the tomb, His head of writhing scorpions in the womb Of deadlier terrors: how a charnel-light Gleams on his beet!~ frame! What poison drips Of slime and blood from his disastrous lips ! What oceans of decaying water steam For his vast essence! And a voice rolls forth With miserable fury from that str…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 216

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…eautiful 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 infinite ! Let Orpheus journey forth to see The Disk in peace and victory! Let him adore the splendid …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 243

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…cessant mystery of the search for Truth ! VENUS, Search out my mystery a little while ! TANNHAUSER. There is a flush of passion in thine eyes, An hunger in them; fascinate me now, My serpent-woman, drawing out my breath Into thy life, and mingling that in mine ! See the rich blood that mantles to my touch, Invites the tooth to bite the shimmering skin, Till I could watch the ripe red venom flow Slow on the hills of amber, staining them Its own warm purple. Look, the tender stream ! VENUS. Let its old sleepy fragrance lull thee now, Yet madden t…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 18

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…makes my face grey ; my senses swoon. Here, in the glamour of the moon, will not| some pitying godhead weep For cold grey anguish of her eyes, that look to God, and look in vain, For death, the anodyne of pain, for sleep, earth’s trivial paradise? Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer ‘fans my ears; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a savour still of death, A sweet warm smell of hidden flowers whose heavy petals kiss the sun, Fierce tropic poisons every one that fume and sweat through forest hours. They grow in darkness; h…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 56

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…n to gather flesh, to breathe, to stir. Such was the path, yet hard should find the work Glamour, to weave her web of gossamer Over such eyesight as the Earl’s for murk. He had watched for larve by the midnight roads, The stake-transpiercéd corpse, the caves where lurk The demon spiders, and the shapeless toads Fed by their lovers duly on the draught That bloats and blisters, blackens and cor- rodes. These had he seen of old ; so now he laughed, Not without bitterness deep-lying, that erst He had esteemed such foolish devil’s craft Part of his …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 253

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… ?), ii. 158 ‘* You are sad!" the Knight said, li, 140 You are silent, That we always were, iii. 2 You buy my spirit with those peerless eyes, 1. 132 You do not well to swell the list, ii, 182 You laughing little light of wickedness, iil, 114 “ You're a muddler and an idiot !"’ ii, 227 - You see I do not base my thesis, ii, 161 |You see, when I was young, they said, Who is Love, that he should find me as I ' You will not believe what I tell you? iii. 4x ii. 153 Who is that slinkard moping down the street, | You weary me with proof enough, ii. 1…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 194

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…voice and touch, her face she bent, Lifted and kissed me—oh! her lips were keen! I knelt before the ler voice was softer than a virgin’s eyes: ‘Go! my true knight: for thither, thither lies The only road for thee ; thou hast a prayer Walted each hour—my spirit will be there !” Too late I knew what subtle Paradise [Ter dreams and prayers portend: too fresh, too fair! I turned more wretched than myself knew yet. + I told my nameless pain I should forget Its shadow as it passed. The king did start, Gripped my strong hands, and held me to his heart…

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