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1899 · PDF PAGE 187

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… ever on my lips, and all thy charms Burn in my blood till pain itself grows sweet, Reluctant sorrow and quick passion meet ; We two one day will kneel in Heaven and touch God’s feet.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 96

Gargoyles

…rocess. Thus one man’s work is one man’s play; The melancholy help the merry. All tread the ordered stupid way At Paris, upon Dead Man’s Day, In Pére Lachaise his cemetery. 88

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1913 · PDF PAGE 69

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aleister Crowley . THE GOAD . AMSTERDAM , December 23rd , 1897. ET me pass out beyond the city gate . All day I loitered in the little streets Of black worn houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now , and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean , these old black streets ! a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun , and I Watch his red face pass over , fade away To other streets , and other passengers , See him take pleasure where the heathen pray , See him…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 79

Little Poems in Prose

…ng, forerunner of profoundest pleasures, spoilt the most toothsome things for him. The second, a man of wounded ambition, became, as the day fell, more bitter, more gloomy, more teasing; indulgent and sociable enough all day, in the evening he was pitiless, and it was not only upon others, but upon him- self also, that his twilight mania was wont to wreak its rage. The first died insane, unable to recognize his wife and child; the second bears in himself the inquietude of everlasting little-ease, and though he were dowered with all the honours …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 85

Gargoyles

…y, my wife, We stand in this, the purple-seeded fruit Of yon youth’s fair and pitiable life. Do I not fear that you may treat me so? One day your passion slake itself somehow, Seek vigour from another murder? No! You harlot, for I mean to kill you—now.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 6

The Honourable Adulterers

…ent like death away I wist _Its savour faded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went away, away, away, Out of the night that was to me the day, And_rode to meet the sun to hide in light The sorrow of the day that was the night. So I rode slowly in the morning gray, And all the meadows with the frost -were white. And lo! between the mountains there uprose The winter sun; and all the forest glows, And the frost burns like fire before my eyes, While the white breeze awoke with slumberous sighs And stirred the branches of the pine ; it knows, It sure…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 142

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ent like death away I wist _Its savour faded, nor my soul aware. I turned and went away, away, away, Out of the night that was to me the day, And_rode to meet the sun to hide in light The sorrow of the day that was the night. So I rode slowly in the morning gray, And all the meadows with the frost -were white. And lo! between the mountains there uprose The winter sun; and all the forest glows, And the frost burns like fire before my eyes, While the white breeze awoke with slumberous sighs And stirred the branches of the pine ; it knows, It sure…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 77

The Star and the Garter

…e One that abides in the glooms. Walking he is, and slowly; thoughtful he seems, Pure and happy and holy; as one would who dreams In the day-time of deep delights no kin to the day, But a flower new-born of the night’s in Hecate’s way. Love is his name, and he bears the ill quiver no more. He has aged as we all, and despairs; but the lady who bore Him, Eros, to ruin the ages, has softened at heart; He is tamed by the art of the sages, the magical art. No longer he burns and blisters, consumes and corrodes; He hath Muses nine for sisters; the ho…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 176

Little Poems in Prose

…aid Nestor Roqueplan in an immortal pamphlet which he has doubtless forgotten and which I, and pos- sibly Sainte-Beuve still remember to-day. “Where do dogs go?” do you say, O men of little observation? They go about their busi- ness. A business appointment; a love appoint- ment. Across the fog, across the snow, across the mud, beneath the burning dog-star, be- neath the rustling rain, they go, they come, they trot, they pass under carriages; excited by fleas, passion, necessity or duty. Like our- selves they rise early, and seek their liveliho…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 236

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…must be going, sir. EUPHEMIA. I wish you would stay and help me with the letters, Mr. Carr. We shall have a great deal to do in the next day or two. carr. Well, if you really wish it, I will try and be of what service I can. [carr, with his back to the audience, laughs with his hands, behind it. MRS. ossory. That is indeed kind of you, Professor! [carr’s hand-laugh grows riotous. GRANDFATHER. Where is Nurse? I want my whisky and milk. MRS. ossory. [Riugs.] I shall go down to lunch, Alfred. Lunch when you like, please, everybody. I fear the hous…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 236

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…must be going, sir. EUPHEMIA. I wish you would stay and help me with the letters, Mr. Carr. We shall have a great deal to do in the next day or two. carr. Well, if you really wish it, I will try and be of what service I can. [carr, with his back to the audience, laughs with his hands, behind it. MRS. ossory. That is indeed kind of you, Professor! [carr’s hand-laugh grows riotous. GRANDFATHER. Where is Nurse? I want my whisky and milk. MRS. ossory. [Riugs.] I shall go down to lunch, Alfred. Lunch when you like, please, everybody. I fear the hous…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 86

Mortadello

…e—I want to doff my flesh and skin, And soak my sultry bones in water to the chin. And here I’m tied by the leg ! Where have you been to-day ? ALESSANDRO. I wasted half an hour, I am ashamed to say, With an astrologer—who by his art infers A most unlucky day for the prison governors ! GOVERNOR. Oh God, yes ! Hear that noise ? ALESSANDRO. No. What ? that murmuring ? GOVERNOR. That’s a crowd somewhere. ALESSANDRO. Yes ? GOVERNOR. There’ll be more rioting. I wonder what about. ALESSANDRO. I really can’t conceive Why, in this weather, too, folks ar…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 156

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…covered to a height of several feet with a dense white mist which does not disappear till well after sunrise. I kept very quiet the next day, for repeated attacks of fever had begun to interfere with my digestive apparatus. Just as nightfall two deer came down to drink at the river side. It was rather dark for a shot and the deer could hardly be distinguished from the surrounding foliage, but the men very cleverly and silently held the boat and I let fly. The result was better than I expected. I hit exactly where I had aimed at and the deer dro…

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1908 · PDF PAGE 81

Amphora

AMPHORA VIII RAISE unto Mary, Queen of Heaven’s array, Whose word shall save us on the Judgement Day ! We serve Thee gracious, Thee compassionate— O keep us in the Way serene and strait ! O keep us in the Way of those who bless Thy favour filling out their feebleness, And keep us ever from the fatal way Of those unhappy ones who go astray ! Amen. P 74

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1910 · PDF PAGE 192

The Winged Beetle

…must be going, sir. EUPHEMIA. I wish you would stay and help me with the letters, Mr. Carr. We shall have a great deal to do in the next day or two. CARR. Well, if you really wish it, I will try and be of what service I can. [CARR, with his back to audience, laughs with his hands, behind it. MRS. OSSORY. That is indeed kind of you, Professor ! [CARR’S hand-laugh grows riotous. GRANDFATHER. Where is Nurse ? I want my whisky and milk. MRS. OSSORY. [Rings.] I shall go down to lunch, Alfred. Lunch when you like, please, everybody. I fear the house …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 339

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…EPHIROTH 167 The Unnameable One p>’DN (a demon) Fetters, [Job xxxvi. 8] Dp 168 Parentes Superni ANDY NIN) NIN 13° a 169 ‘The accentuator Day 170 ‘The Wand; (David’s) Staff bps Cloud py 3% (1—18) 171 Principium emittens bys Emanating from bys Angel L.T.N. of pros “The Face of God”; name x95 of an angel 172 Cut, divided ypa He affected. [Not written] yy’ Clusters ; grapes pay ‘The heel, the end. [Mic.vii.20] Spy Jacob wi73 Lighten mine eyes xy bi Day Demon of 3" Dec. AYA 174 Torches pene Splendor ei per cir- 9¥9D 1 AND cultum: B{r-(7x +7 & 175 Su…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 339

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…EPHIROTH 167 The Unnameable One p>’DN (a demon) Fetters, [Job xxxvi. 8] Dp 168 Parentes Superni ANDY NIN) NIN 13° a 169 ‘The accentuator Day 170 ‘The Wand; (David’s) Staff bps Cloud py 3% (1—18) 171 Principium emittens bys Emanating from bys Angel L.T.N. of pros “The Face of God”; name x95 of an angel 172 Cut, divided ypa He affected. [Not written] yy’ Clusters ; grapes pay ‘The heel, the end. [Mic.vii.20] Spy Jacob wi73 Lighten mine eyes xy bi Day Demon of 3" Dec. AYA 174 Torches pene Splendor ei per cir- 9¥9D 1 AND cultum: B{r-(7x +7 & 175 Su…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 68

Ambergris

…e promontory, Snatch my pale body in mid over-song, Drag me from sight of my Apollo’s glory With horses strong. Nay ! as Apollo half the day is shrouded, As Artemis twice seven nights is dark ; Surely he shines in other lands unclouded, Surely her shaft shall find another mark. So dawns the day on Acheron ghost-crowded, And on my bark. I know not how yon world may prove, nor whither Hermes conduct me to what farther end. Yet if these bays abide, this heart not wither, It cannot be I shall not find a friend. Some pale immortal lover draw me thit…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 66

Book 4 (Part I)

…e does not become consciousthat one has got on to the forbidden subject until one has gone right through with it. However, one continues day after day investigating thoughts and trying to check them; and sooner or later one proceeds to the next stage, Dharana, the attempt to restrain the mind to a single object. Before we go on to this, however, we must consider what is meant by success in Pratyahara. This is a very extensive subject, and different authors take widely divergent views. One writer means an analysis so acute that every thought is …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 18

Songs of the Spirit

When he dips down beyond the far flat land, Know never more the day and night apart, Know not where frost has laid his iron hand, Save only that it fastens on my heart ; Save only that it grips with icy fire These veins no fire of hell could satiate ; Save only that it quenches this desire. Let me pass out beyond the city gate. 8

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