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…a gentleman ! Sir Percival ! Would God I were dead too ! If he had lived — thank God he died ! Sir Percy, Lend me your pistol ; here’s a heart to hit ! Sir Percy descends, after taking farewell of Angela, and appears again on horse- back among his men. SIR PERCY. Arnold and Ritson, tend the wounded man ! To breakfast, gentlemen ! Looks up. Farewell ! ANGELA, waves her handkerchief and throws a kiss. Farewell ! Exeunt.
1909 · PDF PAGE 30
…rcumstance Occult or open keeps us twain apart! Lamenting through the dreary day there dance Anaemic thoughts; the bruised and bloodless heart Beats as if tired of life, as I am tired Who all these days have never seen your face, Nor touched the body that my soul desired, Nor have inhaled the perfume of the place That you make sweet —- black dogs of doubt and fear Howl at my heels while care plies whip and spur, Driving me down to the dull damned dead sphere Where is no sight or sound or scent of Her Our Lady Dian, but where hag and witch Hecat…
1910 · PDF PAGE 425
…nd ice, encounters oft The loathly sprites, the misty shapes Of monster brutes that lurk aloft. O! well he works: his youth returns, His heart revives: despair is doffed D 49
1910 · PDF PAGE 425
…nd ice, encounters oft The loathly sprites, the misty shapes Of monster brutes that lurk aloft. O! well he works: his youth returns, His heart revives: despair is doffed D 49
1912 · PDF PAGE 26
…e. Pan. Shrill, shrill Over the hill! ‘The hunter is hot—this is the kill Scream! Scream! Dissolving the dream Of life, the knife to the heart of the wife! The fountain jets Its flood of blood, And the moss that it wets Is an amethyst flame of violets. ‘Who shall escape Murder and rape When I am alive in my solemn shape? Shrili, shrill, 29
1912 · PDF PAGE 120
…e of Death, open thy petals wide! Aching with infinite sweetnesses within To crush the wavering insect, and to xvin From the deep crimson heart of thee a tide Of wondrous Life; as when the Crucified, Hanging in shame to expiata all sin, Found in the dying thief a soul akin Το His own soul. Is not all Truth allied? Ο miracle of miracles sublime, That all created things should sink to climb! Ο mystery incarnate of the soul, That dies but to be born anew! The whole One monstrous effigy of Life, that Time Scrawls with fantastic hands from pole to pole…
1912 · PDF PAGE 120
…e of Death, open thy petals wide! Aching with infinite sweetnesses within To crush the wavering insect, and to xvin From the deep crimson heart of thee a tide Of wondrous Life; as when the Crucified, Hanging in shame to expiata all sin, Found in the dying thief a soul akin Το His own soul. Is not all Truth allied? Ο miracle of miracles sublime, That all created things should sink to climb! Ο mystery incarnate of the soul, That dies but to be born anew! The whole One monstrous effigy of Life, that Time Scrawls with fantastic hands from pole to pole…
1928 · PDF PAGE 185
EPILOGUE With heart at peace I climbed the mountain trail Whence I could contemplate with quiet eyes The city: hospital, limbo, brothel, gaol, Where all iniquity opens flowerwise. O Satan, patron of my soul dismayed, You know I sought no refuge for vain sighs, But like an old pauper with his cinder-jade I coveted drunkenness from the mammoth trull Whose hell-born charms bring back my youth [thats strayed. While you still sleep obscure and leaden dull, Clouted with morning, rheumy-eyed, or preen Yourself in gold-laced evening, veiled in full, I…
1911 · PDF PAGE 32
…y be unto thee, who didst set thy feet in the North; whose forehead is pierced with the sharp points of the diamonds in thy crown; whose heart is pierced with the spear of thine own fecundity. Thou art an egg of blackness, and a worm of poison. But thou hast formulated thy father, and made fertile thy mother. Thou art the basilisk whose gaze turns men to stone, and the cockatrice at the breast of an harlot that giveth death for milk. Thou art the asp that has stolen into the cradle of the babe. Glory unto thee, who art twined about the world as…
1911 · PDF PAGE 120
…, save with sidelong glances. I enter immediately into trance. It seems that it is she of whom it is written, “The fool hath said in his heart ‘there is no God.’” But the words are not Ain Elohim, but La (=nay!) and Elohim contracted from 86 to 14, because La is 31, whichx 14 is 434, Daleth, Lamed, Tau. This fool is the fool of the Path of Aleph, and sayeth, which is Chokmah, in his heart, which is Tiphereth, that she existeth, in order first that the Wisdom may be joined with the Understanding; and he affirmeth her in Tiphereth that she may be…
1909 · PDF PAGE 70
…The Initiation I am the centre tco, and stand apart. Tam the All, who made the All, in All | Who ain, being Naught. 1 am the bloodbright Heart. Wreathed with the Snake, and chaos is their pall ‘Thou art as I; this mystery is ours. These blood-bought bastards of futility Can never know us, fair and free-born flowers. So they may say — they will — of you and me: '- These poets never know green cheese from chalk: ‘This is the sort of nonsense lovers talk.” Thy
1910 · PDF PAGE 441
…harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks him many a myriad vision, Warring within him masterless, Turning devotion to derision, Beatitude to beastliness. E 65
1910 · PDF PAGE 441
…harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks him many a myriad vision, Warring within him masterless, Turning devotion to derision, Beatitude to beastliness. E 65
1910 · PDF PAGE 58
…DEN OF EROS. 5 The throb of thy throat to the flit of our feet ! Come, I have chosen thee. DORIS Follow me then Deep in the dance to the heart of the glen ! MARSYAS Ho ! you are rich, you are red, you are ripe ! Pace me your passions to plaint of my pipe ! OLYMPAS Nay, I am with thee, my master, to match Every my song to thy lyrical catch. EROTION Nay, let us follow you — all in a ring ! Wonder of wisdom and wit on the wing ! ANAXIMANDER Come, my Giton, of the hyacinth hair ! Apollo, Apollo ! indeed they are fair ! HYLAS Kiss me again, my Lysan…
1912 · PDF PAGE 12
…on, shoot Thy glance to rapture’s darkling root, Discarding name, form, sight, and stress Even of this high consciousness; Pierce to the heart! I leave thee here: Thou art the Master. I revere Thy radiance that rolls afar, O Brother of the Silver Star! CROWLEY“ AHA l”
1913 · PDF PAGE 120
…ift? I am quick with flickering fantasies to-night Meshed in the quivering fabric of my soul Like tremulous visions of another sphere. O heart, are they sick memories of delight Lost long ago? Or glimpses of a goal That I shall win after long pain and fear? 80
1913 · PDF PAGE 120
…ift? I am quick with flickering fantasies to-night Meshed in the quivering fabric of my soul Like tremulous visions of another sphere. O heart, are they sick memories of delight Lost long ago? Or glimpses of a goal That I shall win after long pain and fear? 80
1911 · PDF PAGE 67
…n the breeze, and the air was lit with faint electric flames that gathered themselves into a hill of light. 50 I, being lifted up, and my heart overflowing, came into the funeral chamber that was exceeding bright, and there was the table for the feast, and beneath it the coffin wherein lay the body of the master. There too I saw barren wood bear roses, and I heard the voice of the master. After that I was shewn all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time, and many other things of great use and beauty. Then I took my leave of the old man of t…
1911 · PDF PAGE 67
…n the breeze, and the air was lit with faint electric flames that gathered themselves into a hill of light. 50 I, being lifted up, and my heart overflowing, came into the funeral chamber that was exceeding bright, and there was the table for the feast, and beneath it the coffin wherein lay the body of the master. There too I saw barren wood bear roses, and I heard the voice of the master. After that I was shewn all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time, and many other things of great use and beauty. Then I took my leave of the old man of t…
1911 · PDF PAGE 169
…e Archangels again are many, many other legions, and so on far below, so far that the eye cannot pierce. And on his forehead, and on his heart, and in his hand, is the secret sigil of the Beast. And of all this the glory is so great that all the spiritual senses fail, and their reflections in the body fail. It is very strange. In my heart is rapture, holy and in- effable, absolutely beyond emotion; beyond even that bliss 167