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1910 · PDF PAGE 397

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Us marsh-lights to forget the sun? There is one man of mortal men Worthy to win this benison, Sir Palamede the Saracen.” Then went 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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1929 · PDF PAGE 431

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…tions. This prima materia of the work need not be the pure gold of confidence. It is {684} quite sufficient if the client is morally and mentally unstable from fear, credulity, anxiety, desire or even natural uncertainty --- this last being, of course, an evident condition of any serious consultation whatever. Give him something to work on and little by little one is bound to fall into his line of thought, after which it is child's play to turn every incident to advantage. The client will come away from the consultation convinced of the superna…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 18

White Stains

… no longer any doubt of his complete insanity ; for three weeks he had been raving with absinthe, and satyriasis. He survived his confinement no long time ; the burning of the asylum with its inmates was one of the most terrible events of the war of 1870. So died one of the most talented Englishmen of his century, a man who for wide knowledge of men and things was truly to be envied, yet one who sold his birthright for a mess of beastlier pottage than ever Esau guzzled, who sold soul and body to Satan for sheer love of sin, whose mere lust of p…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 114

Sir Palamedes

…ilded halls, confessed A recreant! Achieved or not, This task hath earned a foison—rest. In Caerlon and Camelot Let me embrace my fellow-men ! To buss the wenches, pass the pot, Is now the enviable lot Of Palamede the Saracen!”

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1928 · PDF PAGE 176

Little Poems in Prose

…phlet 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 livelihood or pursue their pleasures. There are…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 99

Gargoyles

THE MORIBUND. I, THE Seven Wise Men of Martaban Sate round the dying man. They were so still, one would have said: If he were dying, they were dead! The first was agéd; in his beard He muttered never a weird. The next was beautiful and gay : He had no word to say. The third was wroth and rusty red, Yet not a word he said. gI

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1909 · PDF PAGE 44

The Holy Books

…waters gathered together from the heaven, And a crust of earth concealed the core of flame. l Around the globe gathered the Wide air, And men began to light fires upon the earth. 45

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1910 · PDF PAGE 400

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ering bold, Disdaining song and dalliance soft, Seeking one purpose to behold, And holding ever that aloft, Nor fearing God, nor heeding men. So thus his hermit habit doffed Sir Palamede the Saracen.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 400

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…ering bold, Disdaining song and dalliance soft, Seeking one purpose to behold, And holding ever that aloft, Nor fearing God, nor heeding men. So thus his hermit habit doffed Sir Palamede the Saracen.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 144

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…s And told the listless listening forests tales Of far - off mountains , and the pathless sea Where footsteps live only in the dreams of men . At dawn the sun called forth the hosts of leaves Marshalled to hail him in bright green and gold , Paling before him in the light of noon , Rich - clad in evening , as though each still leaf Spoke strange dreams to the sky and setting sun In speech to men and beasts inscrutable . Then night , hushing the day , brought them to sleep , And , haunted , woke the phantoms of still shapes Tossing their muted s…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 124

The Star in the West

…wley's estimate of the greatest nation on earth : O England ! England , mighty England falls ! Her days of wealth and majesty are done : Men trample her for mire !! and for her eldest daughter , America , he also has but scant praise , Thou heart of coin beneath a brazen breast ! Rotten republic , prostitute of gain !? Wealth and luxury are her curse , as they are every where else : The politician and the millionaire Regain maternal dung.3 Nevertheless in a patriotic poem entitled “ An Appeal to the American Republic ,” he strongly urges union …

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1954 · PDF PAGE 373

Magick Without Tears

…ly remark that the love of the mother for the off-spring is something that no man can understand: and you appear to prize it! Well, some men have had a jolly good shot at it, notably Emile Zola. The Usher goes into the corridor, and calls that name in strident and stentorian tones. In he waddles, the squat, obese, bespectacled, studious Jew, with the most devastating of all his thunderbolts under his arm-La Terre, and so what? La Terre to him is indeed the mother of all men, sole source of our essential nourishment, the earth to which we are al…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 262

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

262 To my amazement, I saw the doctor preparing to pitch camp. It was inexplicable imbecility. Shouts produced no effect and there was nothing for it but for me to go down. He had chosen a bivouac on bare ice, where there was hardly sufficient level ground to pitch the tents, but it was too late to pack up again, so I had to make the best of it. I asked him the reason for his extraordinary conduct. He replied that there was a rumour that I had broken my leg on a moraine. This was as antecedently unlikely as anything could possibly be; and anyho…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 23

Jephthah

JEPHTHAH. And blossom ; as when two-and-thirty men, The sons of Jair, on milk-white asses rode, And judged us righteously, and each abode Safe in the shadow of his vine ; as when The peace of Joshua lay upon the land, And God turned not away His piteous eyes, Nor smote us with the fury of His hand, Nor clouded over His mysterious skies, And storm and wind had no more might at all, And death and pestilence forgotten were, And angels came to holy men that call, And gracious spirits thronged the happy air; When God was very gracious to all folk, A…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 88

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…der, Gape like the ravening jaws of any beast To let the furious invaders down Into the bowels of the earth, and close Upon those grisly men of war, whose life Groans from the prison that shall crush it out. CHORUS. Be thou most blessed of the Lord for ever ! First ELDER. But what shall he that hath delivered us Have for his guerdon when he comes in triumph ? SECOND ED.DER. A milk-white ass shall bear him through the city. THIRD ELDER. And wreaths of roses be instead of dust. FOURTH ELDER. And dancing girls— Firtit ELDER. And feet of maidens mo…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 128

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…as the mother-lily, still By faint winds swayed ; Tender and pure, without a will— An English maid. No tree of poison, at whose feet All men lie dead ; No well of death, whose waters sweet Are tinged with red. No hideous impassioned queen For whom love dies; No warm imperious Messaline That slew with sighs. Fiercer desires may cast away All things most good ; A people may forget to-day Their motherhood. She will remain, unshaken yet By storm and sun ; She will remain, when years forget That fierier one. A race of clean strong men shall spring F…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 468

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…od 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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1910 · PDF PAGE 468

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…od 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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1899 · PDF PAGE 41

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

JEPHTHAH. And blossom ; as when two-and-thirty men, The sons of Jair, on milk-white asses rode, And judged us righteously, and each abode Safe in the shadow of his vine ; as when The peace of Joshua lay upon the land, And God turned not away His piteous eyes, Nor smote us with the fury of His hand, Nor clouded over His mysterious skies, And storm and wind had no more might at all, And death and pestilence forgotten were, And angels came to holy men that call, And gracious spirits thronged the happy air; When God was very gracious to all folk, A…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 66

Sir Palamedes

… dead, His brother smitten through the head, Himself sore wounded in the thigh, Weepeth upon the deed of dread, Alone among his murdered men, The champion fool, as fools were then, Utterly broken, like to die, Sir Palamede the Saracen.

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