FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION
Search the corpus.
Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
1,324 matching pages
Page 24 of 671903 · PDF PAGE 64
…st obloquy i’ th’ world For me to lose.” All’s Well. There was no secret cave of the wood’s womb Where we might kiss all day without a start Of fear that meant to stay and must depart, Nor any corner where the sea’s perfume Might shelter love in some wave-carven tomb. But Maytime shone in us ; with words of art I drew her down reluctant to my heart, When night was silence and my bed the gloom. So without sin we took strange sacrament, Whose wine was kisses, and whose bread the flower Of fast and fervent cleaving breast to breast. As lily bends …
1911 · PDF PAGE 56
…STORAL TO RA YMOND RADCL YFFE “ Hey diddle diddle! the cat and the fiddle ! The cow jumped over the moon‘” I LAID mine ear against your heart, Jeanne I A masterpiece of nature turned A masterpiece of art, With your blanched Egyptian beauty foiled By the hungry eyes, and the red mouth soiled By the honey of mine that your greed has spoiled, Jeanne The body a corpse and the soul inurned ! Against your heart I laid mine ear, Jeanne! And the clock went ticking, ticking. How could I choose but hear, Jeanne ? Ah me I what thoughts came pricking Like s…
1911 · PDF PAGE 56
…STORAL TO RA YMOND RADCL YFFE “ Hey diddle diddle! the cat and the fiddle ! The cow jumped over the moon‘” I LAID mine ear against your heart, Jeanne I A masterpiece of nature turned A masterpiece of art, With your blanched Egyptian beauty foiled By the hungry eyes, and the red mouth soiled By the honey of mine that your greed has spoiled, Jeanne The body a corpse and the soul inurned ! Against your heart I laid mine ear, Jeanne! And the clock went ticking, ticking. How could I choose but hear, Jeanne ? Ah me I what thoughts came pricking Like s…
1954 · PDF PAGE 146
…, that all the other darkness that I have ever conceived would be like bright light beside it. His voice comes in a whisper: 0 thou that art master of the fifty gates of Understanding, is not my mother a black woman? 0 thou that art master of the Pentagram, is not the egg of spirit a black egg? Here abideth terror, and the blind ache of the Soul, and lo! even I, who am the sole light, a spark shut up, stand in the sign of Apophis and Typhon . I am the snake that devoureth the spirit of man with the lust of light. i am the sightless storm in the…
1902 · PDF PAGE 43
…See then how equal God and man are made ! For I have clothed me in the veil of flesh, And strive toward thy finite consciousness As thou art reaching to my infinite, Nurturing my Godhead at the breast of Sin With milk of fleshly stings— even to pain :— Tannhauser. I see, I see the Christian mystery ! That was the purpose of High God Himself, Clothed in the Christ ! Ah ! Triumphed He at last ? Nay, not in death ! The slave— He rose again ! Alas! Alas! Venus. Alas indeed, my knight ! We love not ! Being both enamoured of Just the one thing that i…
1905 · PDF PAGE 137
…e place A starry bed I saw, Gemmed with strange stones in many a space Of godlike rune and law. Such fancies as the fiery face Of living Art might draw. But rising up I lift my head Beyond the ripples clean : My arms with spray dew-diamonded Stretched love-wise to my queen That danced upon the light, and shed Her own sweet light between. But never a mortal joy might know, Hold never a mortal lover! Whose limbs like moonshine glint and glow, Throb, palpitate, and hover :— Pale sunrise woven with the snow Athwart a larchen cover! So danced she in…
1912 · PDF PAGE 42
36 But plucking up his will, doth launch A mighty poison-dippéd dart : It fareth ever sure and staunch, And smiteth him upon the haunch. Then as Sir Palamede overhauls The stricken quarry, slack it droops, Staggers, and final down it falls. Triumph! Gape wide, ye golden walls! Lift up your everlasting doors, O gates of Camelot! See, he swoops Down on the prey! The life-blood pours: The poison works : the breath implores Its livelong debt from heart and brain. Alas! poor stag, thy day is done! The gallant lungs gasp loud in vain: Thy life is spi…
1914 · PDF PAGE 16
CHICAGO MAY PART II—LONDON Jaxvary I Ap yet I have been faithful : T have tried All a man might to wake a soul within The lazar life of you, sought single-eyed Salvation for you—even through your sin, Alas! you cannot sin ; for sin means will. Chicago May can only gorge and swill. ‘Oh! T have flamed at you, thrust deep my ki Into the fat about your hampered heart! I would have taken you to be my wife; T would have doctored you with love and art. With the first quarter-glass of dry champagne ‘The rift that was clouds hopelessly again. Ah, but I …
1996 · PDF PAGE 136
…says: be strong! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art: if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein! Commentary: It is absurd to suppose that “to indulge the passions” is necessarily a reversion or degeneration. On the con trary, all human progress has depended on such indulgence. Every art and science is intended to gratify some fundamental need of nature. What is the ultimate use of the telephone and all the …
1996 · PDF PAGE 58
…he ordinary sense, but even to advocate it in a sense which is calculated to shock the most abandoned lib ertine, can do no less than startle and alarm the magician, and that only the more so as he is familiar with the theory and prac tice of his art. “What is this, in the name of Adonai?” I hear him exclaim: “is it not the immemorial and unchallenged tradition that the exorcist who would apply himself to the most elementary operations of our Art is bound to prepare himself by a course of chastity? Is it not notorious that virginity is by its…
1904 · PDF PAGE 22
…led with the destinies of states, Even of such an one so dear to me Who thus a score of years have nurtured it. JASON. I hear thee. Thou art grown like royal wine Better with age. Forgive my violence! PELIAS. [Aside.] The fish bites hard. [A/oud.] There is a prophecy: “Once stirred, Iolchus never shall know peace Till in its temple hangs the Golden Fleece.” Now thou hast so disquieted our days, The time is come: seek thou Aea’s isle, And hang this trophy on our temple walls! JASON. Tell me what is this fleece. PELIAS. Let women sing. WOMEN. In …
1904 · PDF PAGE 61
…ermission, and yet thou comest not to answer these my propositions here made unto thee. For the which thine averseness and contempt thou art guilty of great disobedience and rebellion, and therefore shall I excommunicate thee, and destroy thy name and seal, the which I have enclosed in this box; and shall burn thee in the immortal fire and bury thee in immortal oblivion; unless thou immediately come and appear visibly and affably, friendly and courteously here unto me before this Circle, in this triangle, in a form comely and fair, and in no wi…
1903 · PDF PAGE 112
THE FIFTIETH DAY Suffolk : “ If I depart from thee I cannot live. Margaret : “ let me hear from thee, For whereso’er thou art in this world’s globe I have an Iris that shall find thee out.” II. King Henry VI. At noon she sailed for home, a weeping bride Widowed before the honeymoon was done. Always before the rising of the sun I swore to come in spirit to her side And lie like love ; and she at eventide Swore to seek me and gather one by one The threads of labyrinthine love new spun, Cretan for monstrous shadows serpent-eyed. So the last kiss p…
1930 · PDF PAGE 67
…s the cryptographie use of the language of the laboratory. The Master Therion is sanguine that his présent réduction of ail cases of the art of Magick to a single formula will both elucidate and vindicate Alchemy, while extending chemistry to cover ail classes of Change. There is an obvious condition which limits our proposed operations. This is that, as the formula of any Work eflfects the extraction and visualization of the Truth from any “First Matter”, the “Stone” or “Elixir” which results from our labours will be the pure and perfect Indiv…
1930 · PDF PAGE 51
kiss wilt thou then be willing to give ail 5 but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose ail in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye corne to my joy. I charge you earnestly to corne before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich headdress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am ail pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sen…
1904 · PDF PAGE 16
…AS. With what audacious foot and impious voice Strides this young man and talks? Let him advance, Trembling at our offended majesty. Who art thou whose rude summons startles us From work of state to listen a young mouth Beardless? Speak, man, for shortly thou shalt die. JASON. Athena speaks.
1930 · PDF PAGE 98
…he Illusions of Success. But one instant’s self-satisfac¬ tion or Expansion of thy Spirit, especially in this State of dryness, and thou art lost. For thou mayst attain the False Union with the Démon himself. Beware also of even the pride which rises from having resisted the temptations. But so many and so subtle are the wiles of Choronzon that the whole world could not contain their énumération. The answer to one and ail is the persistence in the literal fulfil- ment of the routine. Beware, then, last, of that devil who shall whisper in thine …
1996 · PDF PAGE 126
…then Wit to find the Cause of this Pain in the Sense of Separation, and its Cessation by the Union of Love, it is the Summit of our Holy Art to present the whole Being of our Star to Our Lady in the Nuptial of our Bodily Death. We are then to make our whole Engine the true and real Appurte nance of our Force, without Leak, or Friction, or any other Waste or Hindrance to its Action. Thou knowest well how an Horse, or even a Machine propelled by a Man’s Feet, becometh as it were an Extension of the Rider, through his Skill and Custom. Thus let t…
1905 · PDF PAGE 47
42 THE BLOOD-LOTUS Why art thou paler when the moon grows loftier in the troublous sky ? Why dost thou beat and heave when I press lips of fire, hell’s princeliest boon, To thy mad petals, green and gold like angels’ wings, when as a flood God’s essence fills them, and the blood throughout their web grows icy cold ? To thy red centre are my eyes held fast and fervent, as at night Some sad miasma lends a light of strange and silent blasphemies To lure a soul to hell, to draw some saint’s charred lust, to tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, a…
1912 · PDF PAGE 103
…the sea with shining face To know at last the Bounteous Breath, To taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Ah! Palamede, thou hast mistook! Thou art the butt of all confusion! Not to be written in my book Is this most drastic disillusion! So weak and ill was he, I doubt If he might hear the royal feast Of laughter that came rolling out Afar from that elusive Beast. G 97