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1899 · PDF PAGE 6

The Honourable Adulterers

…y to me there, And as I went 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…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 322

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…port after one glance at the incomparable beauty of the place; a beauty which varies every day and never tires. Look at the sunset every night. It is good for two hours of grand opera. It is almost stupefying to sit on the terrace of the villa and watch the ever- changing glories of night-fall. And night itself! There stands the Pole Star over the rock. As the months move the Great Bear wheels about its stable splendour, and one’s mind begins to work on a totally different scale of time. Each revolution of the heavens about the Pole is like the…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 142

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…y to me there, And as I went 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…

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1908 · PDF PAGE 19

Amphora

AMPHORA IX AIL to Thee, Lady bright, Queen of the stars of night ! Ave Maria ! Spouse of the Breath Divine, Hail to Thee, shrouded shrine, Whence our REDEEMER came ! Hail to Thy holy name ! Ave Maria ! Hail, Hail, O Queen, to Thee, Spouse of Eternity ! Ave Maria ! Mother in Maidenhood ! Saintly Beatitude ! Queen of the Angel Host ! Bride of the HOLY GHOST ! Ave Maria ! Amen. H 12

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1929 · PDF PAGE 156

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…m the ripple of the river to the fragrance of the flowers, is the language by which the subtle souls of nature speak to our senses. That night we were tied up under a teak tree, and as I lay awake with my eyes fixed ecstatically on its grace and vigour, I found myself in the embraces of the Nat or elemental spirit of the tree. It was a woman vigorous and intense, of passion and purity so marvellous that she abides with me after these many years as few indeed of her {268} human colleagues. I passed a sleepless night in a continuous sublimity of …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 295

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

… 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 Whose heart is sober and stout ! Let him pierce his God to the marrow! Let the soul of his God flow out! 117

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1911 · PDF PAGE 295

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

… 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 Whose heart is sober and stout ! Let him pierce his God to the marrow! Let the soul of his God flow out! 117

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1910 · PDF PAGE 184

The World’s Tragedy

THE GREY NIGHT. I3I AGRIPPA She must have An order from the prefect. MIRIAM, to a bystander. Knave Wilt earn a penny ? Beg this grace, For the death-dews stand on the bloodless face. IST BYSTANDER What is the name of the criminal ? A GREEK DISCIPLE FROM ALEXANDRIA Say, Logos, or Homoiousios ! JOHN Nay, Fool! Homoousios — lippis et nota ! THE GREEK Homoiousios, with the iota !

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1911 · PDF PAGE 19

Hail Mary

AMPHORA IX AIL to Thee, Lady bright, Queen of the stars of night ! Ave Maria ! Spouse of the Breath Divine, Hail to Thee, shrouded shrine, Whence our REDEEMER came ! Hail to Thy holy name ! Ave Maria ! Hail, Hail, O Queen, to Thee, Spouse of Eternity ! Ave Maria ! Mother in Maidenhood ! Saintly Beatitude ! Queen of the Angel Host ! Bride of the HOLY GHOST ! Ave Maria ! Amen. H 12

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1901 · PDF PAGE 55

The Mother’s Tragedy

THE FATAL FORCE 41 A holy habitation for the shrine Solitary, ’mid the night of broken brine That foamed like starlight round the desolate shore. So to the mine of that crystalline ore Golden, the electric spark of man is drawn Deep in the bosom of the world, to soar New-fledged, an eagle to the dazzling dawn With lidless eyes undazzled, to arise, Son of the morning, to the Southern skies; And fling its wild chant higher at the fall Of even, and of bright Hyperion; To mix its fire with dew, to call The spirit of the limitless air, made one In t…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 105

Oracles

I00 NIGHT IN THE VALLEY How flock the tribes of wings within the hollow, Even as darkness summons home the herd ! The still slow water slackens into sleep. The rose-glow dies, leaves cold Citlaltepetl’s steep. The chattering voices of the day depart. Earth folds her limbs and leans her loving breast Even to all her children : the great heart Beats solemnly the requiem of rest. The sea keeps tune ; the silent stars upstart Seeming to sentinel that sombre crest Where of old time burst out the vulture fire Cyclopean, that is dead, now, as a man’s …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 239

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…UPHEMIA. Come to his mummy, then! carr. You're not my mummy! That’s what I complain of; you always treat me as a Cheops, ever since that night on the Great Pyramid! EUPHEMIA. [Hides her head in his bosom.] Oh shame, shame! carr. Nota bit of it! Think of the infinite clearness of the night— “The magical green of the sunset, The magical blue of the Nile.” The rising of the great globed moon—the stars starting from their fastnesses like sentries on the alarm—the isolation of our stance upon the summit—the faery distance of Cairo and its spear-shar…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 239

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…UPHEMIA. Come to his mummy, then! carr. You're not my mummy! That’s what I complain of; you always treat me as a Cheops, ever since that night on the Great Pyramid! EUPHEMIA. [Hides her head in his bosom.] Oh shame, shame! carr. Nota bit of it! Think of the infinite clearness of the night— “The magical green of the sunset, The magical blue of the Nile.” The rising of the great globed moon—the stars starting from their fastnesses like sentries on the alarm—the isolation of our stance upon the summit—the faery distance of Cairo and its spear-shar…

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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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1910 · PDF PAGE 162

The Scented Garden

…e plain. sufflate the forest and the combe Eternally with love, with love, with love, the lily all abloom. Love me, your poet ; pass the night from twilight gloom to twilight gloom At podex-play with El Qahar within his Garden of Perfume !

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1929 · PDF PAGE 129

Moonchild

That night both parties were successful in causing things to happen; and the morning after Arthwait was securely incarcerated in the Quarantine Hospital of the city, and the newspapers were paragraphing a suspected case of Asiatic Cholera. However, in five days the symptoms abated; the case was declared non- infectious; and the pallid shadow of the disconcerted sorcerer was restored to the more congenial atmosphere of his Grimoire. [184]

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1909 · PDF PAGE 60

777

…el. 8. Sachiel. 3. Michael. g. Samael. 4. Anael. 10. Michael. 5. Raphael. 1x. Anael. 6. Gabriel. 12. Raphael. Angels of the Hours of the Night— 1. Gabriel. 7. Raphael. 2. Cassiel. 8. Gabriel. 3. Sachiel. g. Cassiel. 4. Samael. 10. Sachiel. 5. Michael. rz. Samael. 6. Anael, 12. Michael. Friday. Angels of the Hours of the Day— xr. Anael. 7. Michael. 2. Raphael. 8. Anael. 3. Gabriel. 9g. Raphael. 4. Cassiel. 10. Gabriel. 5. Sachiel. 11. Cassiel. 6. Samael. 12. Sachiel. Angels of the Hours of the Night— 1. Samael. 7. Sachiel. 2. Michael. 8. Samael.…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 135

The Winged Beetle

BELLADONNA 125 Come ! let the night fall ; let us drown what knows In what exults ; blot out the wizard figure Of thought, and build the many-coloured rose Your body on the cross, my body’s rigour. Chaos and Cosmos as God ebbs and flows Less than your thrust—wring out the extreme vigour ! Annihilation take us, till we rise Once more to the damnation in your eyes !

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1954 · PDF PAGE 76

Magick Without Tears

…our putt-that's 6, and you are not allowed to pick up. It's a far cry to the Nineteenth, and the sky threatens storm before the imminent night. Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666

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1898 · PDF PAGE 13

White Stains

…ise of a brighter bloom, till stricken and blasted in latter years by the lightning of his own sins) was steadily writing day after day, night after night, often working forty hours at a time, work which he destined to entrance the world. All England should ring with his praises ; bye-and-bye the whole world should know his name. Of these works none of the longer and more ambitious remains. How they were lost, and how those frag- ments we possess were saved, is best told by relating the romantic and almost incredible story of his life. The know…

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