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Page 22 of 1281910 · PDF PAGE 48
… till evening, or dead ? I knew not, but the wonder of her face Grew as the dawn and never satiated. She knew not in her strong imperial soul How hopeless was the slavery of life, How by the part man learns to love the whole, How each mans mistress calls herself a wife. I tired not of the tigress limbs and lips Only, my soul was weary of itself, Being so impotent, who only sips The dewdrops from the flower-cup of an elf, Not comprehending the mysterious sea Of black swift waters that can drink it up, Not trusting life to its own ecstasy, Not …
1910 · PDF PAGE 314
…ad of scarlet were her lips, comely was her countenance, most pleasing to the sight was her earthly body, a temptation to the Angels her soul. Her eyes expressed the Infinite Sweetness, the Love Merciful; the Pure Innocence of the Eternal Equi-balanced. They were like crystalline drops of dew falling on a perfect rock of Carrara marble; eyes that looked upon you and created you holy; eyes clearer than the clearest rivulet, more beautiful than the most royal amethyst; eyes that illuminated the darkest corner of Hell; eyes that set the fashion to…
1910 · PDF PAGE 314
…ad of scarlet were her lips, comely was her countenance, most pleasing to the sight was her earthly body, a temptation to the Angels her soul. Her eyes expressed the Infinite Sweetness, the Love Merciful; the Pure Innocence of the Eternal Equi-balanced. They were like crystalline drops of dew falling on a perfect rock of Carrara marble; eyes that looked upon you and created you holy; eyes clearer than the clearest rivulet, more beautiful than the most royal amethyst; eyes that illuminated the darkest corner of Hell; eyes that set the fashion to…
1922 · PDF PAGE 76
62 The Diary of a Drug Fiend moral code has become meaningless for it. A more than Satanic pride swells in one’s soul. As Baudelaire says: “Hast thou not sovereign contempt, which makes the soul so kind?” As we drove up the Butte Montmartre towards the Sacré Coeur, we remained completely silent, lost in our calm beatitude. You must understand that we were already excited to the highest point. The effect of the heroin had been to steady us in that state. Instead of beating passionately up the sky with flaming wings, we were poised aloft in the i…
1961 · PDF PAGE 145
…empt thee, flattering with their Lips, that thou betray thyself to them. And they feign falsely, with every Wile, and cast about for thy Soul, until either in Love or in Wrath or in some other folly thereof, thou speak Truth, profaning thy Sanctuary. So was it ever, and herein I call to my Witness Samson of Timmath, that was lost by this Error. Now for any Woman, any Lie sufficeth; and think not in thine Extremity that Truth is Mighty, and shall prevail, as it does with any Man, for with a Woman her whole Craft and Device is to persuade thee of…
1899 · PDF PAGE 10
…d. And suddenly I felt a kiss enclose My whole live body, as a rich red rose Folding its sweetness round the honey-bee. I felt a perfect soul embracing me, And in my spirit like a river flows A passion like the passion of the sea.
1910 · PDF PAGE 139
…lood, A sleepy and reluctant river Even as thou drawest, with thine eyes on mine, To me across the sense-bewildering flood That holds my soul for ever !
1911 · PDF PAGE 14
AMPHORA V HE shadows fall about the way ; Strange faces glimmer in the gloom ; The soul clings feebly to the clay. For that, the void ; for this, the tomb ! But Mary sheds a blessed light ; Her perfect face dispels the fears. She charms Her melancholy knight Up to the glad and gracious spheres. O Mary, like a pure perfume Do thou receive this failing breath, And with Thy starry lamp illume The darkling corridors of death ! Amen. T 7
1905 · PDF PAGE 142
… Watched by the distant eagle’s drowsy wing, Stars and grey summits, and the winds that sing Slow dirges in eternal monotone. Such is my soul’s desire, being weary of This vain eternity of sleepless dreams That is my life; withal there still may be In other worlds, the hope of other love Than this that floods my veins with poisonous streams, And wastes with wan desire of me. the soul
1907 · PDF PAGE 276
THE NEW WINE 269 >> tortures his very soul ; rather would he be reborn in the lowest depths of Orcus and point out to others the path of salvation , than attain to the uttermost bliss , whilst others are being damned . George Eliot , know ingly or unknowingly , set the true lyre of Buddhism reverberating in her grand and noble prayer , “ The Choir Invisible .” May I reach That purest heaven , be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony , Enkindle generous ardour , feed pure love , Beget the smiles that have no cruelty , Be the swe…
1910 · PDF PAGE 71
…ed the word along, the signal of wide war. All earth took up the sound, And, being in one tune securely bound, Even as a star became the soul of silence most profound. IV. Thus there, the centre of that death that darkened, I sat and listened, if Gods voice should break And pierce the hollow of my ear that hearkened, Lest God should speak and find me not awake For his own sake. No voice, no song might pierce or penetrate That enviable universal state. The sun and moon beheld, stood still. Only the spirits axis, will, Considered its own soul …
1899 · PDF PAGE 146
…d. And suddenly I felt a kiss enclose My whole live body, as a rich red rose Folding its sweetness round the honey-bee. I felt a perfect soul embracing me, And in my spirit like a river flows A passion like the passion of the sea.
1907 · PDF PAGE 43
…ius or Amati Shriek in my stomach ! Sarasate , Such strains ! Such music as once Sadi Made Persia ring with ! I who fish up No such from soul may yet cry : Vade Retro Satanas ! Tom Bond Bishop !2 We have mentioned “ Why Jesus Wept ” as one of the most irregular of Crowley's poems , yet its irregu larities are regularly irregular throughout , bearing a similar relationship to a true poem like “ Rosa Mundi ” | The Sword of Song , vol . ii, p . 145 . * Ibid . vol . ii, p . 148. Browning's cacophony in “ The Flight of the Duchess " is truly extraor…
1996 · PDF PAGE 302
…2 in psychology 163 lack of, in the average man 183 magical 70 non-identity of any two wills 70 of the father, effect on child 67 of the soul 74 program for realization of 40 -41 pure 46 subconscious 66,119 to change 74 to create 60,68,179 to die 147 to “go” 155 to live 132,133,137,147 to love 70,75 transcendent of mind 118 true 31.40,41,54,56.64.67.68,71, 95.96.101,110,132,148,150,163 of the body 143,146 two as the number of 138 unconscious 60 womb 29 women 84.85.128,172-178.179-181 and childbearing 71 and children 147 doctrine of “having no s…
1909 · PDF PAGE 79
…sub- stances, Mind and Divine Spirit, as a third to these He added Holy Love, the venerable Charioteer uniting all things.” “Filling the Soul with profound Love.” “The Soul of man does in a manner clasp God to herself. Having nothing mortal, she is wholly inebriated with God. For she glorieth in the harmony under which the mortal body sub- sisteth.” “ As rays of Light his locks flow forth, ending in acute points. ZOROASTER, ” Vedana.—Pertaining to Sensation we may first notice in the beginner’s concentrating mind the class of distracting though…
1909 · PDF PAGE 79
…sub- stances, Mind and Divine Spirit, as a third to these He added Holy Love, the venerable Charioteer uniting all things.” “Filling the Soul with profound Love.” “The Soul of man does in a manner clasp God to herself. Having nothing mortal, she is wholly inebriated with God. For she glorieth in the harmony under which the mortal body sub- sisteth.” “ As rays of Light his locks flow forth, ending in acute points. ZOROASTER, ” Vedana.—Pertaining to Sensation we may first notice in the beginner’s concentrating mind the class of distracting though…
1913 · PDF PAGE 480
…w. The primitive signs of thought trace themselves by them- selves in the light, which is the material instrument of thought. God is the soul of light. The universal and infinite light is for us, as it were, the body of God. The Qabalah, or transcendental magic, is the science of light. Light corresponds to life. The kingdom of shadows is death. All the dogmas of true religion are written in the Qabalah in characters of light upon a page of shadow. The page of shadows consists of blind beliefs. Light is the great plastic medium. The alliance of…
1913 · PDF PAGE 480
…w. The primitive signs of thought trace themselves by them- selves in the light, which is the material instrument of thought. God is the soul of light. The universal and infinite light is for us, as it were, the body of God. The Qabalah, or transcendental magic, is the science of light. Light corresponds to life. The kingdom of shadows is death. All the dogmas of true religion are written in the Qabalah in characters of light upon a page of shadow. The page of shadows consists of blind beliefs. Light is the great plastic medium. The alliance of…
1905 · PDF PAGE 251
… too big to understand himself. TANNHAUSER. With heart too seared to understand himself! With mind too wise to understand himself ! With soul too small to understand himself ! ELDEST PILGRIM. Cling to the Cross, sir, there is hope in that ! TANNHAUSER. You know not, friend, the man to whom you speak. I have lived long in miracles enough, Myself the crowning miracle of all, That Iam merely here. God speed you, sirs! I ask your blessing, not to stay therewith My soul’s own need (though that is dire enough) But—he that blesseth shall himself be bl…
1901 · PDF PAGE 48
36 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. That draws its music from some bubbling well, Looks long, looks deadly, looks desirable, The touch that fires, the next kiss, and the whole Body embracing, symbol of the soul, And all the perfect passion of an hour. Turn to me, pluck that amaranthine flower, And leave the doubtful blossoms of the sky ! You dare not kiss me ! dare not draw you nigh Lest I should lure you to remain ! nor speak Lest you should catch the blood within your cheek Mantling. You dared enough—so long ago !— When to my blossom body clean as snow Yo…