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Page 22 of 1241919 · PDF PAGE 91
…n his throat, wherein his spirit abideth. Ah, serpent Apep, but I love Thee! 26. My God! Let Thy secret fang pierce to the marrow of the little secret bone that I have kept against the Day of Vengeance of Hoor-Ra. Let Kheph-Ra sound his sharded drone! let the jackals of Day and Night howl in the wilder- ness of Time! let the Towers of the Universe totter, and the guardians hasten away! For my Lord hath revealed Him- self as a mighty serpent, and my heart is the blood of His body. 27. I am like a love-sick courtesan of Corinth. I have toyed with…
1919 · PDF PAGE 417
…They have to be attuned to the Upaédhyaya’s mind—one with the Over-Soul,—or, break away. This is a somewhat high-flown description—it is little more than an advocacy of docility, a quiet acceptance of the situation as it is, and an acquiescence in the ultimate sublime purpose. The question of the crossing of the abyss now arises, and we reach a consideration of the Brothers of the Left Hand Path. 24. Thus do the “Brothers of the Shadow”—the murder- ers of their Souls, the dread Dad-Dugpa clan. “The Brothers of the Shadow” or of the Left Hand Pa…
1930 · PDF PAGE 14
… was not so easy to get them to go out and murder a lot of inoffensive people at the word jump. They had to be supplied with something a little more tangible. You will notice how all this sort of argument is invariably of the ad captandum variety. It is pro- duced out of nowhere for a definite purpose ; and, as the French say, does not rime with anything. If it did, of course, it would immediately be exposed as nonsense. It is satisfied that nobody can disprove it any more than they can prove it. Take a concrete example. A nice young gentle- ma…
1904 · PDF PAGE 76
…. I can make you strong and happy again. O what rapture ! SIR PERCY. What is it ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Here, let me give you this medicine. A little prick of pain, and then — pleasure — Oh ! (She bends caressingly over the arm of Sir Percy de Percivale, and stabs it with a needle.)
1910 · PDF PAGE 141
…ul to get to God. GOVINDA The third should be the final period. What portent may we look for ? ALEXANDER By this dial We must wait yet a little, majesties ! CHAU I tell you of the Oracle. I took (So that it might be an exhaustive trial) A snow-white bird with purple tail-feathers Wherein pale flames of gold mingled and shook. Here, too, my wisest ministers Gathered to solve the riddle of the Star. But so the balky brute Crushed in this gnarled fist Maintained the unequal war That at the dagger-sweep Strongly she leapt — I missed !
1909 · PDF PAGE 390
…ned alive, for form’s sake, and in order to show their fellow black men that my justice was impartial; but apart from this unim- portant little fact nothing followed the recovery of the mighty box. I had undertaken the difficult task of civilising the negroes ; and as it would be quite impossible for me to lose for an instant the sight and thought of my personal mission, I was not a little perplexed at the duality it presented at first. But I soon found out the truth. Cut in the most precious wood of the island, a cover was made of my shape, an…
1909 · PDF PAGE 390
…ned alive, for form’s sake, and in order to show their fellow black men that my justice was impartial; but apart from this unim- portant little fact nothing followed the recovery of the mighty box. I had undertaken the difficult task of civilising the negroes ; and as it would be quite impossible for me to lose for an instant the sight and thought of my personal mission, I was not a little perplexed at the duality it presented at first. But I soon found out the truth. Cut in the most precious wood of the island, a cover was made of my shape, an…
1905 · PDF PAGE 165
LA COUREUSE Written in the Quartier Latin, Paris. A FADED skirt, a silken petticoat, A little jacket, a small shapely shoe, A toque. A symphony in gray and blue, The child ripples, the conquering master-note Sublety. Faint, stray showers of twilight float In shadows round the well-poised head ; dark, true, Joyous the eyes laugh—and are weeping too, For all the victory of her royal throat. She showed her purse with tantalizing grace : Some sous, a franc, a key, some stuff, soft grey. The mocking laughter trills upon her tongue : “ There’s all my…
1909 · PDF PAGE 127
…costume; for though the summer was at its height she was clad from head to foot in ermine, starred, more heavily than is usual, with the little black tails in the form offleurs-de-lis. “In extreme contrast to this monster was a young girl crouching upon the floor. At first sight one would have hardly suspected a human form at all, for from her head flowed down on all sides a torrent of exquisite blonde gold, that completely hid her. Only two little hands looked out, clasped, pleading for mercy, and a fairy child-face, looking up—in vain—to that…
1909 · PDF PAGE 127
…costume; for though the summer was at its height she was clad from head to foot in ermine, starred, more heavily than is usual, with the little black tails in the form offleurs-de-lis. “In extreme contrast to this monster was a young girl crouching upon the floor. At first sight one would have hardly suspected a human form at all, for from her head flowed down on all sides a torrent of exquisite blonde gold, that completely hid her. Only two little hands looked out, clasped, pleading for mercy, and a fairy child-face, looking up—in vain—to that…
1911 · PDF PAGE 32
…, though I be planted so firmly upon the earth, yet is my blood wine and my breath fire of madness. With these wings, though they be but little, I lift myself above the crown of the yod, and being without fins I yet swim in the inviolate fountain. I disport myself in the ruins of Eden, even as Leviathan in the false sea, being whole as the rose at the crown of the cross. Come ye unto me, my children, and be glad. At the end of labour is the power of labour. And in my stability is concentrated eternal change. For the whirlings of the universe ar…
1922 · PDF PAGE 274
…ity. The studio was full of subtle incense. No smoke was visible ; it was as if the atmosphere had somehow been impregnated with it. Our little party fell very silent. He had given Lou and myself some tablets which had the effect of silencing the nervous restlessness which had begun to seize us after even so short an abstinence from heroin. “‘T want you to hang on a little,’ explained our host. “The sting of abstinence will make the indulgence worth while. You have noticed, I am sure, that the vast majjority of doses fail to produce any definit…
1954 · PDF PAGE 471
438 MAGICK WITHOUT TEARS them, they learn a little-very little-more, getting their Science from a Shilling Handbook and so on, till they know just enough to become dangerous agitators . No, anything like a real education demands leisure, the conversation of the wise, the means of travel, and the rest. There is only one solution : to pick out the diamonds from the clay, cut them, polish them, and set them as they deserve. Attempt no idiot experiments with the muck of the mine! You will observe that 1 am advocating an aristocratic revolution. And…
1907 · PDF PAGE 49
…. and happy again. I can make you strong O what rapture ! Sir PERCY. What is it ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Here, let me give you this medicine. A little prick of pain, and then—pleasure—Oh ! [She bends caressingly ever the arnt of SIR PERCY DE PERCIVALE, and stabs it with a needle. Get a doctor to give you a prescription like this—they ask a hundred francs—oh! it is a shame! Buy a little syringe; and that is Heaven for all your life—How do you feel? Sirk PERCY. Why, I am well at once. I never felt better in my life. The devil take my trouble 1 A demagog…
1906 · PDF PAGE 108
… brain. Who travelled live may travel dead; The soul’s no tenant of the head. They had hanged my body by the neck; Bang went the trap. A little speck Shot idly upon consciousness Unconscious of the head’s distress When with dropped jaw the body swung So queer and limp; the purple tongue Shooting out swollen and awry. Men cheered to see the poisoner die. Not he! He grinned one visible grin, The last; then, muffled in his sin, IIe lived and moved unseen of those Nude souls that masquerade in clothes, Confuse the form and the sensation, And have t…
1910 · PDF PAGE 298
…r. Idly she strummed old-fashioned simple tunes. The door opened. A jolly lad came in and shook the snow from his furs. “Been too bored, little girl?” he said cheerily, confident. “No, dear!” she said. ‘I’ve been fiddling a bit.” “Give me a kiss, Lily!” He bent down and put his lips to hers; then, as if struck by lightning, sprawled, a corpse. She looked down lazily through half-shut eyes with that smile of hers that was a snarl. Francis BENDICK. 280
1910 · PDF PAGE 298
…r. Idly she strummed old-fashioned simple tunes. The door opened. A jolly lad came in and shook the snow from his furs. “Been too bored, little girl?” he said cheerily, confident. “No, dear!” she said. ‘I’ve been fiddling a bit.” “Give me a kiss, Lily!” He bent down and put his lips to hers; then, as if struck by lightning, sprawled, a corpse. She looked down lazily through half-shut eyes with that smile of hers that was a snarl. Francis BENDICK. 280
1912 · PDF PAGE 419
…oughout {his metrical mmance."?יי -—P1«N1:/ufx' Chm/111'.? LO0K üllï! FUR TIIE FHRTHL'BMING PUBLICATIONS AHA! REPRINTED FROM EQUINOX III LITTLE POEMS IN PROSE By CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Translated by ALEISTER σκοννιεν ERGILDOUNE A Novel by ALEISTER CROWLEY WIELAND ὁCO. Telephone: 8987 City.
1912 · PDF PAGE 419
…oughout {his metrical mmance."?יי -—P1«N1:/ufx' Chm/111'.? LO0K üllï! FUR TIIE FHRTHL'BMING PUBLICATIONS AHA! REPRINTED FROM EQUINOX III LITTLE POEMS IN PROSE By CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Translated by ALEISTER σκοννιεν ERGILDOUNE A Novel by ALEISTER CROWLEY WIELAND ὁCO. Telephone: 8987 City.
1913 · PDF PAGE 171
…een tomb . And he rose again to be All the pulsing world to me. "SEASCAPE . ACROSS the sandy shallows The salt winds cry and mourn ; The little twittering swallows Cry out their notes ; forlorn The grass at the sea 's edge On the cliff ledge . A cold grey sky ; the wind Rustles through the trees ; Chilled grasses weep ; unkind To them the icy breeze . Brown hedgerows sway and creak , The wind 's so bleak . 152