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1898 · PDF PAGE 98

White Stains

…t in her heart my sorceress has songs more sinful, that I learn As she sings slowly all their shame, and makes me tingle with delight At new debaucheries, whose might rekindles blood and bone to flame. The circle gathers. Negresses howl in the naked dance, and wheel On poniard-blades of poisoned steel, and weep out blood in agonies ; Strange beast and reptile writhe ; the song grows high and melancholy now ; The perfume savours every brow with lust unutterable of wrong ; Clothed with my flower-bride I sit, a harlot in a harlot’s dress, And laug…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 277

Magick Without Tears

…to his next suitably chosen vehicle. The tendency of the Ruach is of course to disintegrate more or less rapidly under the impact of its new experiences of after-death conditions. It is therefore of the very first importance to train the mind in every possible way, and to bind it to the Higher Principles by steady, by constant, by flaming Aspiration, fortified by the sternest discipline, and by continuously reformulated Oaths. Such a man will be fully occupied after his death with the unremitting search for his new instrument; he will brush asi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 392

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…he idle to wander as their whim may whisper, from one delicious prospect to another, assured that wherever one goes there is always some new beauty to delight the eye, some new token of truth for the ear; at every winding of the way some new perfume makes one's nostril twitch with pleasure. And yet the variations are so subtle that one soon comes to understand that the infinite diversity of one's impressions depends less on external objects than on the modulations of one's moods. The solitude and silence of these shadowy groves soothe sense and…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 31

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ll enough the change in the weather. Owen was saying— “That’s all right, that’s all right, that’s exactly what I do. You come and see my new group. I'll do another sketch of you—-same day, same time. That’s all right.” Somebody introduced the new-comer—Mr. King Lamus—and murmured our names. “ Sit down right here,” said Owen, ‘‘ what you need is a drink. I know you perfectly well; I’ve known you for years and years and years, and I know you've done a good day’s work, and you've earned a drink. Sit right down and I’ll get the waiter.” I looked at…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 60

Jephthah

…through the crystal air of eve with a pzan deep and vast. Jephthah! SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS II. Forth, maidens, with your hands White with new lilies ! Forth, maidens, in bright bands, Virgins whose one sweet will is To sing the victory of our God in all sky-girdled lands! Elohim! SEMICHORUS I. With dancing feet, and noise Of timbrels smitten, With tears and tender joys, With songs unwritten, With music many-mouthed, with robes in snowy equipoise. Jephthah!

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1906 · PDF PAGE 109

Gargoyles

I bore myself. Death was so dull. The dead are strangely beautiful To the new-comer; it wears off. II. They told me I was damned. The Shroff! Gave me ten dollars Mex. (For ease Of English souls the dead Chinese Are taxed) to pay my way in hell. On one pound sterling one lives well. For luxuries are cheaply paid Since Satan introduced Free Trade; And necessaries—woe is me !|— Are furnished to the damned soul free. Ill. God’s hell, Earth’s heaven, are not so far. Dinner brought oysters, caviar, ) Anchovies, truffles, curried rabbit (Bad for the a…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 25

Songs of the Spirit

…to-day, Like a spring-flower that slowly opens out Its willing petals to the tender dawn, My soul may open to the knowledge of A dawn of new thought that may lead—— Voice. To God. Ph. Hope hardly dared to name it ! 15

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1903 · PDF PAGE 51

Alice: An Adultery

…And the whole body by the spirit smitten Groaned : so I went and left my love behind, Danced the gross “ hula,” hardly disinclined, By a new lust emphatically bitten ; And so in flames at harlot glances litten I sought that solace I shall never find. Fool ! not to tell her. Triple fool to fly The sunny glance, the moonlight meditation, For even the light of heaven. How much worse The dark antithesis, the coarser curse Of Eden ! Pass, O shadows of creation, Into the daybreak of Eternity ! 31

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1929 · PDF PAGE 569

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… was decided that the Ape and I should rent from him the top floor of his house, which we did on my return from the Continent. But now a new ordeal was prepared for me. Despite her quality, the Ape of Thoth began to show the effects of her long strain, anxiety and suffering. I called in a doctor who suspected the beginnings of phthisis, complicated with nervous weakness so serious that practically all her reflexes were abolished. The girl's courage is so infernally sublime that she performs miracles of camouflage to prevent me discovering her c…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 95

White Stains

… aught thou wilt, are with thy mind, and thy account With God shall bear my name the more ; give me the knowledge, me the power For some new sin one little hour, and bankrupt God the creditor : Steal from his stock of suffering ; his tender mercies rob at will ; Destroy his graciousness, until he must avenge the name of king. Strange fascinations whirl and wind about my spirit lying coils ;

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1899 · PDF PAGE 78

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…through the crystal air of eve with a pzan deep and vast. Jephthah! SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS II. Forth, maidens, with your hands White with new lilies ! Forth, maidens, in bright bands, Virgins whose one sweet will is To sing the victory of our God in all sky-girdled lands! Elohim! SEMICHORUS I. With dancing feet, and noise Of timbrels smitten, With tears and tender joys, With songs unwritten, With music many-mouthed, with robes in snowy equipoise. Jephthah!

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1899 · PDF PAGE 179

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…re; In the strong chain of music I am bound And all myself before myself lies bare. Drown me, oh, drown me in your fiery stream! Wing me new visions, fierce enchanting birds ! Peace is less dear than this delirious fight! For all the glowing fragrance of a dream And all the sudden ecstasy of words Deluge my spirit with a lake of light.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 94

Tale of Archais

… firm old pinnacles, sky-defying, Still the icy feet of the wind relentless Walk in their meadows. Fields that flower not, blossom in no new spring- tide ; Fields where grass nor herb nor abounding darnel Flourish ; fields more barren, devoid, than ocean’s Pasture ungarnered. Deserts, stone as arid as sand, savannahs Black with wrecks, a wilderness evil, fruitless ; Still, to me, a land of the bluest heaven Studded with silver. Castles bleak and bare as the wrath of ocean, Wasted wall and tower, as the blast had risen, Taken keep and donjon, an…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 31

The Book of Lies

…y, love is death, and death is life to come. Man returneth not again; the stream floweth not uphill; the old life is no more; there is a new life that is not his. Yet that life is of his very essence; it is more He than all that he calls He, In the silence of a dewdrop is every tendency of his soul, and of his mind, and of his body; it is the Quintessence and the Elixir of his being. Therein are the forces that made him and his father and his father’s father before him. This is the Dew of Immortality. Let this go free, even as It will; thou art…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 158

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…been going the pace. Cockie wanted to take me out and buy me some jewellery to replace what was stolen; but I wouldn’t let him, except a new watch and a wedding ring. I’ve got a horrid feeling about that. It’s frightfully unlucky to lose your wedding ring. I feel as if the new one didn’t belong to me at all. We had a long talk about Gretel being away. We tried one or two places, but they wouldn’t give us any. I wish Cockie had taken out his diploma. ' The papers are disgusting. It’s the silly season, right enough. Every time one picks one up, t…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 51

Songs of the Spirit

…. Soul of my soul, we never can forget— But, is our parting burnt across the skies ? Is the last word said ? Must our lips be set Not to new song, but to the bitter sighs As of a child whose flower-garden dies, Who knows no hope of some enduring spring ? 41

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1913 · PDF PAGE 178

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…! And her sisters of the sea Their bewailing ceased . As it paled towards the dawn, From the light they filed ; But she laughed with joy new - born , " Is this life ? ” she said . There was labour of the day , Dust upon her feet , Scorching of the shadeless way , Clamour of the street ; All a human want and pain , Laughter fraught with tears ; Toil , when toil we know is vain , Hope , when hopes are fears ; 159

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1917 · PDF PAGE 1

The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse

…e justice that surpasses shame, ‘The victory, the splendour, ‘The sacred fountain that is whitled From depths beyond that older world ‘A new world to engender.* ‘The kingdom is extended? Night Dwells, and I contemplate the sight ‘That is not seeing, but the light ‘That secretly is kindled, tatty th ide, tn its darkness the Light may set

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1922 · PDF PAGE 3

Poetica Erotica

Impenetrable pleasure dies Beneath the madness of new dreams; The slow sweet breath is turned to sighs More musical than many streams Under the moving silver beams, Fretted with stars, thrice woven across. White limbs in amorous slumber toss, Like sleeping foam, whose silver gleams On motionless dark seas; it seems As if some gentle spirit stirred. Their lazy brows with some swift word. So, in the secret of the shrine, Night keeps them nestled, so the gloom Laps them in waves as smooth as wine, As glowing as the fiery womb Of some young tigress…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 129

White Stains

… and the pool Of rank putrescence from the stool Thy hanged corpse gave, whose luscious stink Excites these songs sublime. The rod Gains new desire ; dive, howl, cling, suck, Rave, shriek, and chew ; excite the fuck, Hold me, I come ! I’m dead ! My God !

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