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1926 · PDF PAGE 9

Liber Al vel Legis

…oodly therefore : dress ye all in fine apparel; eat rich foods and drink sweet wines and wines that foam! Also, take your fill and will of love as ye will, When,Where and with whom ye will '. But always unto me. 52. If this be not aright; if ye confound the space-marks, saying: They are one; or saying, They are many; if the ritual be not ever unto 9

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1961 · PDF PAGE 150

Liber Aleph

…al to thy common Consciousness, as it were a Point of View. Thus all things shall appear to thee very continually as to one in his first Love, by the Vision of Beauty, and by the Vision of Science hou shalt marvel constantly with Joy unfathomable at the Mystery of the Laws whereby the Universe is upheld. This is that which is written: True Wisdom and perfect Happiness. O my Son, it is in this Contemplation that one hath the Reward of the Oath; it is by this that the Tribulations are rolled away as a Stone from thy Tomb; it is with this that tho…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 77

The Star and the Garter

XXXII Tue note of the silence is changed; the quarrel is over That rather endeared than estranged: lover to lover Flows in the infinite river of knowledge and peace: Not a ripple or eddy or quiver: the monitors cease That were eager to warn, to awaken: a sleep is opposed, And the leaves of the rose wind-shaken are curled and closed ; Gone down in the glare of the sun; and the twilight perfumes Steal soft in the wake of the One that abides in the glooms. Walking he is, and slowly; thoughtful he seems, Pure and happy and holy; as one would who dr…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 204

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…ed by the King or Queen Beneath her firmly placed feet are leaping Flames of Fire. Brilliance, courage, beauty, force, sudden in anger or love, desire of power, enthusiasm, revenge. If ill dignified, she is superficial, theatrical, cruel, unstable, domineering She rules the heavens over one quadrant of the portion around the North Pole. V of Δ Princess and Empress of the Salamandersi Throne of the Ace of Wands. IX THE LORD OF THE WAVES AND THE WATERS; THE KING OF THE HOSTS OF THE SEA [01th of Cup: A BEAUTIFUL, winged, youthful Warrior with flying h…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 204

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…ed by the King or Queen Beneath her firmly placed feet are leaping Flames of Fire. Brilliance, courage, beauty, force, sudden in anger or love, desire of power, enthusiasm, revenge. If ill dignified, she is superficial, theatrical, cruel, unstable, domineering She rules the heavens over one quadrant of the portion around the North Pole. V of Δ Princess and Empress of the Salamandersi Throne of the Ace of Wands. IX THE LORD OF THE WAVES AND THE WATERS; THE KING OF THE HOSTS OF THE SEA [01th of Cup: A BEAUTIFUL, winged, youthful Warrior with flying h…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 63

Book 4 (Part II)

… the means. Only those are happy who have desired the unattainable. All possessions, the material and the spiritual alike, are but dust. Love, sorrow, and compassion are three sisters who, if they seem freed from this curse, are only so because of their relation to The Unsatisfied. Beauty is itself so unattainable that it escapes altogether; and the true artist, like the true mystic, can never rest. To him the Magician is but a servant. His wand is of infinite length; it is the creative Mahalingam. The difficulty with such an one is naturally t…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 217

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…. And the years shall pass in myriads over the Tree Whereon thou bloomest, O my Rose o’ the worlds, And one shall pluck thee forth ; and Love and Death Shall lie together, and there shall be born He who shall bear for ever into life The rose-tipped lilies under the silent stars, The silent stars, and the new-blushing roses. O Rose! my Rose o’ the World, my Rose of Roses, Thou shalt be born anew, and live for ever! XVIII THE YELLOW SQUARE DeatH! Death! In the cool green colonnades of time I pursue thee; thou art fled before me now In the silence…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 217

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…. And the years shall pass in myriads over the Tree Whereon thou bloomest, O my Rose o’ the worlds, And one shall pluck thee forth ; and Love and Death Shall lie together, and there shall be born He who shall bear for ever into life The rose-tipped lilies under the silent stars, The silent stars, and the new-blushing roses. O Rose! my Rose o’ the World, my Rose of Roses, Thou shalt be born anew, and live for ever! XVIII THE YELLOW SQUARE DeatH! Death! In the cool green colonnades of time I pursue thee; thou art fled before me now In the silence…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 163

Little Poems in Prose

…so nice, and so kind to women.” “Singular logic,” said I to myself. “Oh, I am hardly ever deceived, I have known ever so many of them. I love doctors so much, that although I am not ill I sometimes go and see them just for the pleasure of seeing them. Some of them say coldly to me, ‘There is nothing the matter with you,’ but there are others who understand me because I make eyes at them.” “And when they fail to understand you?” “Why, as I bother them uselessly, I leave ten francs upon the mantelpiece. They are so kind and so gentle, these men. …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 36

Clouds Without Water

… sound than pray for further favour; Than Attis knew or Abelard: even so Even though our sorrow, eating up our days, I suffer; than some lovely nun accurst Devour us also. Gods enjoy the savour Who beats her breast upon the convent bars, Of Man's thanksgiving ; from their holy place Even so you suffer : let its draught restore Beholding mortals, they are wroth to see All lovers (that invoke the sad cold stars) Tears ; they rejoice to see a proud glad face Unto good luck : then you and I once more Master of itself and of eternity. (Though still …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 27

Mortadello

…th sits, your vassal, in your eyes. MORTADELLO. I swear by Mary and the Mass, your rival dies. MAGDALENA. Then go, my knight and king. I love you. MORTADELLO. Queen, good-night ! [He steps from the gondola. MAGDALENA. God and his angels watch above you. MORTADELLO. At the light You may expect my news. MAGDALENA. Strike swift and sure and subtle ! Snap the pale thread, my wedding gift Fate’s empty shuttle !

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1913 · PDF PAGE 41

Book 4 (Part II)

…h is com- posed of nine strands of fine copper wire, in each of which are twisted small pieces of lead. Iron represents severity, copper love, and lead austerity. The Dagger is made of steel inlaid with gold; and the hilt is also golden. The chain is made of soft iron. It has t,^^ links. ^ 1 This is true of all magical instruments. The Hill of Golgotha is the circle, and the Cross the Tau. Christ had robe, crown, sceptre, etc. ; this thesis should one day be fully worked out. " See The Equinox, No. V, " The Vision and the Voice '': Xth Aethyr.

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1939 · PDF PAGE 41

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…centration. 6. Concentration! The sexual analogy still serves us. Do you remember the Abbe in Browning? Asked to preside at the Court of Love, he gave the prize to the woman the object of whose passion was utterly worthless, in this admirable judgment: "The love which to one, and one only, has reference Seems terribly like what perhaps gains God's preference." It is a commonplace, and in some circumstances (such as constantly are found among foul-minded Anglo-Saxons) a sort of joke, that lovers are lunatics. Everything at their command is press…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 16

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ur place, Ye Gadarean swine, too foul to fling Into the waters that abound and spring ! Back, to your mother filth! With hope, and youth Love, light, and power, and mastery of truth

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1905 · PDF PAGE 41

Oracles

…r their souls in pawn. O thy strong sons they are dark as night, Cruel and barren and false as the sea. They have cherishèd Hell for the love of thee, Filled with thy lust and abundant might, Filled with the phantom desire to free Body and soul from the sound and sight Of a world and a God that doth not right. O thy dark daughters ! their breasts are slack, Their lips so large and as poppies red ; They lie in a furious barren bed ; They lie on their faces ; their eyelids lack Tears, and their cheeks are as roses dead ; White are their throats, …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 12

Rosa Decidua

10 ROSA DECIDUA I am warned—that’s one word. Let my own back feel the lash ! All power of love is burnt right through to ash. Bray it in a mortar, mix with gall and ink, And give it to the children for a drink ! I’ll wait till she is dead, to bring those tears. I doubt not in the garden of my heart Whence she is torn that flowers will bloom again. May those be flowers of weeping, flowers of art. Flowers of great tenderness and pain, Broad lilied meers Lying in a lonely leafless forest Silent and motionless beneath the moon. I feel my weakness, …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 295

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

… The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, galloping Love ; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord I career, Pointing my flaming way With the spasm of night for a spear! Ο moon! O secret sweet! chalcedony clouds of caresses About the flame of our feet, The night of our terrible tresses ! Is it a wonder, then, If the people are mad with blindness, And nothing is stranger to men Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness? Nay! let him fashion an arrow Who…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 295

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

… The ambrosial moon—the moon ! For under the tawny star That shines in the Bull above I can rein the riotous car Of galloping, galloping Love ; And straight to the steady ray Of the Lion-heart Lord I career, Pointing my flaming way With the spasm of night for a spear! Ο moon! O secret sweet! chalcedony clouds of caresses About the flame of our feet, The night of our terrible tresses ! Is it a wonder, then, If the people are mad with blindness, And nothing is stranger to men Than silence, and wisdom, and kindness? Nay! let him fashion an arrow Who…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 99

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…lue, Where morning dew Sparkles with all the passion of the dawn ! The happy lawn Leads, by the stillest avenues, to groves Made soft by loves ; And all the nymphs have made a mossy dell Ward by the well Where even a Satyr might behold the grace Of such a face «As his? who perished for his own delights, So well requites That witching fountain his desire that looks. Two slow bright brooks Encircle it with silver, and the moon Strikes into tune The ripples as they break. For here it was Their steps did pass, Dreamy Endymion’s and Artemis’,? Who b…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 219

Collected Works (Vol. I)

212 THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST The shadows of my hopes devoured, The crowns of my intent cast down, The hate that shone, the love that lowered, Make up God’s universal frown. O Lord, O Hormakhou,! display The rosy earnest of the day ! The mighty pomp of desolate Dead kings, a pageant, moves along ; Dead queens unite in desperate, Unsatisfied, unholy song. O Khephra,? manifest in flesh, Arise, create the world afresh ! The silence of my heart is one With memory’s insatiate night ; I hardly dare to hope the sun. I seek the darkness, not the lig…

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