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1905 · PDF PAGE 103

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ing a strong compulsion on my soul To go some whither.”” And the dreams were one (We somehow knew), and, looking such a kiss «As lovers’ eyes can interchange, our lips Met in the mute agreement to obey. So, girding on our raiment, as to pass Some whither of long doubtful journeying, We went forth blindly to the horrible Damp darkness of the pines above. there Strange beasts crossed path of ours, such beasts as earth Bears not, distorted, tortured, loathable, Mouthing with hateful lips some recent blood, Or snarling at our feet. But these attack…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 195

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…d Gladdens my face--I leave the court be- hind. Am I stark mad? Pave 5 Y see—O Mary Mother, speak and save! I stare and stare until mine eyes are blind— There was no jewel in the ring she gave ! | My face grows grim and Oh! my pure heart! Adulterous love began So subtly to identify the man With its own perfumed thoughts. the grape Into the furtive brain—-a spirit shape Kisses my spirit as no woman can. 1 love her—yes; and I have no escape. So steals I never spoke, I never looked! But she Saw through the curtains of the soul of me, And loved me …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 259

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…iry, and celestial. T rose wiuun the elemental ball, And lo! the Ancient One of Days did sit ! His head and hair were white as wool, His eyes A flaming fire: and from the splendid mouth Flashed the Eternal Sword ! 1 Lo! Lying at his feet as dead, I saw The leaping-forth of Law: Division of the North wind and the South, he lightning of the armies of the Lord ; East rolled asunder from the rended West ; Height clove the depth: the Voice begotten said : ‘* Divided be thy ways and limited !” Answered the reflux and the indrawn breath : ‘¢ Let there…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 24

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…pair, the purpose to be passed Into the circle, that, serene and vast, Girds all, and is itself the All—to die— So stood she there, with eyes of victory Fixed on the sun, about to sink his rays Beneath the ocean, that the pallid bays Fringed with white foam. But, as in pity, yet The sun forgot his chariot, nor would set, VOL. I. Since as he sank the maiden thought to leap Within the bosom of the vaulted deep From that high pedestal. And seeing this, That yet an hour was left her, Archais Lift up her voice and prayed with zeal divine To Aphrodit…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 29

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…for her grace, a raptured worshipper, Where but a moment earlier had he striven A sacrilegious robber. And all heaven Seemed open to his eyes as she looked down Into their love, half smiling, with a frown Coquetting with her forehead. Then a change, Angry and wonderful, began to range Over her cheeks ; she bitterly began : ‘“*T will not yield to thee—a mortal man Alone shall know my love. No God shall come From his high place and far immortal home To bend my will by force. Freeborn, I live In freedom, and the love that maidens give To men I giv…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 67

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…d three sets of lenses, two artificial. If I go and put on somebody else's glasses I shall get another kind of blur. As the lenses of my eyes change in the course of my life, what my sight tells me is different. The point is that we are quite unable to judge what is the truth of the vision. Why then do I put on my glasses to read? Only because the particular type of illusion produced by wearing them is one which enables me to interpret a prearranged system of hieroglyphics in a particular sense which I happen to imagine I want. It tells me noth…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 17

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… So lone and far Lies the poor garter, that I gaze Thither; it casts no vivid rays. But hither? I behold the star ! XXIV. Now your grave eyes are filled with tears; Your hands are trembling in my own ; The slow voice falls upon my ears, An undulating monotone. Your lips are gathered up to mine ; Your bosom heaves with fearful breath ; Your scent is keen as floral wine, Inviting me, and love, to death. You, whom I kept, a sacred shrine, Will fling the portals to the day ; Where shone the moon the sun shall shine, Silver in scarlet melt away. The…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 61

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… the corners of the card a Man, an Eagle, a Bull, and a Lion. Within the circle a naking shining figure with female breasts, with closed eyes in the sign of Earth —right foot advanced, right hand advanced and raised, left hand lowered and thrown back. The hands grip each a ray of dazzling light, spiral, the right hand being dextro- and the left hand lzvo-rotary. A red scarf conceals the fact of male genital organs, and suggests by its shape the letter 5. Such is the conventional hieroglyph.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 268

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… ! Thy face, O mother ! Splendour of the Gods! Behold ! amid the glory of her hair And light shed over from the crown thereof, Wonderful eyes less passionate than Peace That wept! That weot! O mystery of Love! Clasping my hands upon the-scarlet rose That flamed upon my bosom, the keen thorns Pierced me and slew! My spirit was with- drawn Into Her godhead, and my soul made One With the Great Sorrow of the Universe, The Love of Isis! Then I fell away Into some old mysterious abyss Rolling between the heights of starry space ; Flaming above, beyon…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 55

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ite air of the lea; All the bright sea is aflame, and the caps of it, golden or hoary, Leap in the light of the sun, in the light of the eyes of the sea. Triumph is born like a flower, and the soul of the adept is free. Heard

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1906 · PDF PAGE 48

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ne’s love grew up in him: he knew The spirit of that dew In his own soul; and this indeed was love. The faint girl bent above With fixed eyes close upon him ; oh! her face Burned in the rapturous grace Feeding on his; and subtly, without touch, Grew as a flower that opens at the dawn Their kiss: for touch of lips is death to love. Even as the gentle plant one finger presses, However soft the tress is Of even the air’s profane caresses, It closes, all its joy of light withdrawn ; The sun feels sadness in his skies above, Because one flower is fo…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 207

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…amantine blades from the armoury Of the amazing forges of the sea: The folk that follow with undaunted mien The utmost beauty that their eyes have seen— O patient sufferers! yet your storm-scarred brows Burn with the star of majesty : your vows Have given you the wisdom and the power To weld eternities within one hour, To bind and braid the North wind’s serpent hair, And track the East wind to his mighty lair Even in the caverns of the womb of dawn ; To take the South wind and his fire with- drawn And clothe him with your kiss ; to seize the We…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 94

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…unto me. I am the soul serenely free ; I dare to seek the austere ordeal That drags the hoodwink of the Real Back from the Maker’s livid eyes Lustred with hate. At noon I came Blind in the desert, saw the sun Leap o’er the edge, a fury of flame Shouting for rapture over his prize, The maiden body of earth. Outrun The violent rays; the dawn is dashed In one swift moment into dust. Long lies the Jand with sunlight splashed, Brutally violate to his lust. Alone and naked I watched through The appalling hours of noon ; I parched ; I blistered: all t…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 184

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… delight. Slow feet are our measures that move 3 Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are made soft as the dove ; We mingle and move as the seas, The light of the passionate dawn That kissed us, and would not awaken, Grew golden and bold on the lawn ; The rays of the sun are withdrawn At last, and the blossoms are shaken. Oh, fragrant the breeze is that stirs The grasses around us that lean ! Oh, sweet is the whisper that purrs From those wonderful lips that are hers, From the passionate l…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 34

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…, rather better if you invent your own tricks. I will only mention one: roll the tongue back towards the uvula, at the same time let the eyes converge towards an imaginary point in the centre of the forehead. There are all sorts of holinesses indicated in this attitude, and innumerable precedents on the part of the most respectable divinities. Do, please, forget all this nonsense! The advantage is simply that your attention is forced to maintain the awkward position. You become aware sooner than you otherwise would of any relaxation; and you th…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 26

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… in their swinish sport. So with meet words of gratitude the dame That rules our lives withdrew, triumphant flame Kindling in her bright eyes and sunwarmed hair, Burning in dawny cheeks as the fresh air Kissed, cleansing them from that infested den Of obscene deities and apish men, Rivalling their gods in petty filthiness. So Love’s white-bosomed Queen gat full success In the first season of her sojourning. Then, on the verge of night, she went a-wing To that most damnéd pestilence-rid marsh, And, changing her bright shape, she donned the harsh…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 201

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… the Master, vivid. Far, affrighted, The stunned air shudders on the skin. In vain The Master of La Comédie Humaine Shadows the deep-set eyes, genius-lighted. Epithalamia, birth songs, epitaphs, Are written in the mystery of his lips. Sad wisdom, scornful shame, grand agony In the coffin folds of the cloak, scarred mountains, lie, And pity hides i' th' heart. Grim knowledge grips The essential manhood. Balzac stands, and laughs. The upshot was that Rodin invited me to come and stay with him at Meudon. The idea was that I should give a poetic in…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 373

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… on her and was about to depart. She detained me to show me this "something". She went and took a folded cloth from a drawer. "Shut your eyes," she said. When I opened them, they saw a cloth four feet or more in length, on which was a magnificent copy, mostly in appliqu‚ silk, of the stele. She then told me that in February 1979, she and her young man had gone to the south of France to get cured of the opium habit. In such cases insomnia is frequent. One night, however, he had gone to sleep and on waking in the morning found that she, wakeful, …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 227

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…e from ten:? thus he left seven. [fe cut and left three: he cut and left one: he cut and became. Thus fourfold. Eightfold? He opened his eyes: he cleansed his heart: he chained his tongue: he fixed l Achad, unity, adds to thirteen. There follow attributions of the ‘‘ thirteen times table.”’ 2 These are the Buddhist '‘ paths of enlightenment.” 3;The eightfold path. The rest is very obscure. Tredecim Voces. Ordinis In- ceptio. Vitae, Viae.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 46

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…river, fifty years away, There was a young man once Ruddier than autumn suns With gold hair curling like the spring sun’s gold, And blue eyes where stars lurked for happi- ness, And lithe with all a young fawn's loveliness. Such are the dwellers of the fire that fold Fine wings in wanton ecstasy, and sleep Where the thin tongues of glory leap Up from the brazen hold And far majestic keep Of Djinn, the Lord of elemental light. But he beheld some sight Beyond that city’s joy: his gentle word The old king gently heard. (This king was Zohra’s fathe…

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