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…y questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (God praise thee, knight of adamant }) ; He plunges to that gruesome goal Firm as an old bull-elephant!
…It is) Thou! Triumph; the Will stealeth away (like a thief), The Strong Will that staggered Before Ra Hoor Khuit!—Hadit!—Nuit! IV To the God OAI Be praise In the end and the beginning! And may none fall Who Will attain The Sword, the Balances, the Crown! And that which thou hearest is but the dropping of the dew from my limbs, for I dance in the night, naked upon the grass, in shadowy places, by running streams. Many are they who have loved the nymphs of the woods, and of the wells, and of the fountains, and of the hills. And of these some were…
104 MORTADELLO Of devils burst ! Let through my steel ! By God, let go ! Ill kill him first ! The raging wheel of snakes and snow ! [He attacks THE LEGATE, whose attendants flee in fear. THE LEGATE falls. THE LEGATE. Jesu have mercy on my soul ! Im a dead man ! MORTADELLO. Ill scalp thy cursèd shaven poll, proud pelican ! MONICA. [Rushing out of the church.] What ! will you see this madman take the Legates life ? Cowards ! Ill face him first, although I am his wife. [She snatches a sword from a bystander and interposes. I am the Popes ! I…
…s head With feet made white with whitest fire, Above His forehead, that is red As blood with His Desire. I knew that Voice was more than God, And echo trembled for its trust : Sleep’s feet, like Death’s, with fire are shod, And Love is likest Lust. So I returned and sought her breast, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains ; I drank her kisses, and possessed Her pale maternal veins. I said : Drain hard my sudden breath, Be cruel for the vampire thrust ! Let Sleep’s desire be sweet as Death, And Love be clean as Lust ! I died amid her kisses : so This l…
… “Ts not—at last |!—achieved and ended? Why taste I not the Bounteous Breath, Receive the Goodly Gift of Grace? Now, kind king-eagle (by God’s death !), Restore me to mine ancient place! I am advantaged nothing then!” Then swooped he from the Byss of Space, And set the knight amid the fen. “God!” quoth Sir Palamede, “that I Who have won nine should fail at ten! I set my all upon the die: There is no further trick to try. Call thrice accurséd above men Sir Palamede the Saracen!”
… “Ts not—at last |!—achieved and ended? Why taste I not the Bounteous Breath, Receive the Goodly Gift of Grace? Now, kind king-eagle (by God’s death !), Restore me to mine ancient place! I am advantaged nothing then!” Then swooped he from the Byss of Space, And set the knight amid the fen. “God!” quoth Sir Palamede, “that I Who have won nine should fail at ten! I set my all upon the die: There is no further trick to try. Call thrice accurséd above men Sir Palamede the Saracen!”
…the blossoming bowers That slays with his merciless sabre the passion of flowers. This pastime had hope for its metre, And trust in high God for the tune, And passion of sorrow made sweeter Than loves of the leafiest June, When Artemis’ arrows are fleeter than rays of the moon. My hope in the ocean was founded, Nor changed for the wind and the tide ; My love by the heaven was bounded, And knew not a barrier beside ; My faith beyond heaven was grounded, as God to abide. Though death be the stain on our roses, The roses of heaven are white ; Thou…
…? Should I be silent, I, and be unsatisfied ? For solitude shall bend Self to all selffulness, and have one friend, Self, and behold one God, and be, and look beyond the End. VI, O Solitude ! how many have mistaken Thy name for Sorrows, or for Deaths or Fears ! Only thy children lie at night and waken How shouldst thou speak and say that no man hears ? O soul of Tears ! For never hath fallen as dew thy word, Nor is thy shape showed, nor as Wisdoms heard Thy crying about the city In the house where is no pity But in the desolate halls and l…
22 CHICAGO MAY May God damn every hour that severs us! ‘May God excite each hour to holy joy ‘That breaks the bestially monotonous Madness and shame of your own boy, your boy That is no man, no beast, not even God In those pale hours that you and he apart Drain the black poison of the period, Smite all damnation into either heart— (© Jesus! is there pity, is there none? Is there no peace, no passion in the sky? Is there no fervour in the blasting sun To make a symphony of sympathy? ‘Oh, but if I were only with you—when ?— ‘Who knows if all our …
…on earth, however great, can s tretch a cord, however fine, into a horizontal line that shall be absolutely straight.” The definition of God as infinite therefore denies man implicitly; while if he be finite, there is an end of the usual Christian reasons for worship, though I daresay I could myself discover some reasonably good ones. [I hardly expect to be asked, somehow.] The resulting equilibrium of God and man, destructive of worship, is of course absurd. We must reject it, unless we want to fall into Positivism, Materialism, or something o…
…OUT TEARS But nobody else will have the same set of qualities in his private museum; you have, as everyone has always done, made another God in your own image. Then the Vedantists define God as 'having neither quality nor quantity'; and some Yogis have a practice of setting up images to knock them down at once with "Not that! Not that! " And the Buddhists won't admit any God at all in anything at all like the sense in which you use the word. 3 What's worse, whatever you may mean by 'God' conveys no idea to me: I can only guess by the light of m…
8 JEPHTHAH. CHORUS. And who shall bridle him, or turn his way? For Fate alone of gods, inflexible, And careless of men’s deeds, is firm in heaven. PROPHET. I see a sword whose hilt is to thy hand. CHORUS. But which of us shall wield the shining blade? PROPHET. I see a dove departing to the hills. CHORUS. I pray it bring an olive-branch to us. PROPHET. The god has overcome me, I am silent. CHORUS. He lies as one lies dead; none wakens him. Nor life nor death must touch him now: beware! ELEAZAR. Beware now, all ye old wise men, of this. For high …
…y questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (God praise thee, knight of adamant }) ; He plunges to that gruesome goal Firm as an old bull-elephant!
…y questeth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (God praise thee, knight of adamant }) ; He plunges to that gruesome goal Firm as an old bull-elephant!
THE SCORPION A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY “ God is Love.”—Epistles of St John ό7
THE SCORPION A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY “ God is Love.”—Epistles of St John ό7
…n And sit beside me, equal to thy queen. For look ye to the burning south, and see The Sun grown amorous, and behold his fire Leap to my godhead. For without a man I single, I the mother, have conceived Of my own loins, and made me no less god Than all your gods! Ye people and ye priests, Behold the burden of my life, and fear, And know me Isis. Worship me, and praise The goodliest ruler of the world, the queen Of all the white immeasurable seas, And that vast river of our sowing-time, And of your Sun. Behold me made a god Of my own godhead, an…
THE NEW WINE 275 What God is in Himself the Agnostic declares is not given man to understand , much less to discuss , and this maxim finds full affirmation in “ Ascension Day, " when Crowley writes : I deny nothing —at the term It is just Nothing I affirm . Man is but an ephemeron : We float upon the blue Like sunlight specks in dew , And like the moonlight on the lake we lie .? Yet he rises : 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 unda…
…ician, no minutes! atom saying nay, is irresistibly fJung forth. In blinding light, amid the roar of ten thousand thunders, the Union of God and man is consummated. If the Magician is stiJl seen standing in the Circle, quietly pursuing his invocations, it is that ail the conscious part of him has become detached from the true ego which lies behind that normal consciousness. But the circle is wholly filled with that divine essence 3 ail else is but an accident and an illusion. The subséquent invocations, the graduai development and materializati…
… dumb men talk. He casts out devils with a word; Circleth his wand, and dead men rise. No such a wonder hath been heard Since Christ our God’s sweet sacrifice. “Now, by the glad blood of our Lord!” Quoth Palamede, “ my heart is light. I am the chosen harpsichord Whereon God playeth ; the perfect knight,