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…. PROPHET. A harlot shall be mother of Israel. CHORUS. He speaks of her who sighed for Gilead. PROPHET. A maiden shall be slain for many men. CHORUS. A doubtful word, and who shall fathom it? | PROPHET. Thy help is from the hills and desert lands. CHORUS. Our help is from the hills: we know the Lord. PROPHET. Death rides most violently against the sun.
…lad news Unto the meek ; the broken heart to loose, To utter to the captive liberty, The prison’s opening to all the bound, And unto all men to proclaim aloud The year acceptable before the Lord. Therefore He fills my voice with silvery sound, And by His spirit, a pillar of fire and cloud, My eyes are lightning, and my tongue a sword. 72
…t leap, Chain thee with lips that leave Kisses of blood to weave Castles of hope in sleep. Poppy ! best flower whose bud Sends dreams to men that die, I drain thy drowsy flood That our impatient blood May mingle utterly. So, Hermes, thou art wed, So, Aphrodite, mine, In one sweet spirit shed
REINCARNATION In life what hope is always unto men ? Stories of Arthur that shall come again To cleanse the Earth of her eternal stain, Elias, Charlemagne, Christ. What matter then ? What matter who, or how, or even when ? If we but look beyond the primal pain, And trust the Future to write all things plain, Graven on brass with predestined pen. This is the doom. Upon the blind blue sky A little cloud, no larger than an hand ! Whether I live and love, or love and die, I care not : either way I understand. To me—to live is Christ ; to die is gai…
…or an hour: imagining This vast vain thing, We call it God, and Father. Empty hand And prayer unplanned Stretch fatuous to the void. Ah! men my friends, What fury sends This folly to intoxicate your hearts? Dread air disparts Your vital ways from these unsavoury follies, Black melancholies Sit straddled on your bended backs. The throne Of the unknown Is fit for children. We are too well ware How vain is prayer, How naught is great, since all is immanent, The vast content 56
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218 CARMEN SAECULARE The Isis of the World hath raised her veil One moment, that fresh glory of the stars May glow through winter, where the sun is pale; Melt snow-bound lilies; bid the prison bars, Wherein men bow their heads and women wail, Blossom to nenuphars. The sacred lotus of the universe Blossoms this century—a million tears Melted the ice of Eve’s accursed curse : A million more have watered it—it peers, A resurrection fragrance, to disperse Men’s folly and their fears. The contemplation of those awful eyes, The flaming void, the godh…
…e and Meredith would have caused my instant execution, by the most painful, if the least pro- longed, of deaths. Aye ! no society, since men gathered together, was ever so easy to approach, to seat oneself among, to slip away from, or to be hurled in derision from their midst ! Dreaded as they were by the charlatan, no set of men could have been more closely-knit, more genial, more fraternal. United by a bond of mutual respect, even where they differed of mutual re- spect, I say, by no means of mutual admiration, for it was the sincere artist…
… the germ-cells from the female organ of gen- eration, by suction up through the tube of the meatus urinarius ; restraining in his own semen, let him practise copulation. If by chance the se- men begins to move, let him stop its emission by the practice of the YONI-MUDRA. Let him place the semen on the left hand duct, and stop further intercourse. After a while, let him continue it again. In accordance with the instructions of his preceptors, and by uttering the sound hoom, let him forcibly draw up through the contraction of the Apana Vayu the …
…oung birds, so happy in the rare Fresh life of earth : myself am bound to sing, Feeling the resurrection crown me king. I am so happy as men never were. Of sorrow much, of suffering a share, Leave me unmoved, or leave me conquering. O miserable ! that it should be so ! Lord Jesus, Sufferer for the sins of man, Thou didst invite me to Thy shame and loss. And I am happy ! Pity me ! Bestow The right to work in the eternal Plan, The right to hang on the eternal Cross ! I
…ing thought aloft: It blazed in battle on his plume: With sage and warrior enfeoffed, He rushed alone through tower and tomb. The myriad men, the cohorts armed, Are shred like husks: the ensanguine brand 80
…ace; magnificence! no less. Ay! thou shalt drink the hemlock; thou shalt suffer And die for self respect, for love of others! To-day are men indissolubly brothers? Is my life smoother than the Greek’s or rougher? The Greek at least shall stead me in my craft. Crucify Crowley! Nay, my friends! the draught. 66
…eil ; For I am he that doth beget The Rood, and bear the Holy Graal. Yet is my manhood woman-frail, Barren my motherhood. Then how Shall men my mystic mountain scale? These ram’s-horn thumbs jut from my brow To push them to the miry slough Wherein the foes of Set are caught. Come, let us pluck the Golden Bough From the brave Tree of life and thought ! Who heareth naught, he heedeth naught. Come, we are safely housed and shrined Where subtler images are wrought Than boast the treasuries of Mind! 201
…eil ; For I am he that doth beget The Rood, and bear the Holy Graal. Yet is my manhood woman-frail, Barren my motherhood. Then how Shall men my mystic mountain scale? These ram’s-horn thumbs jut from my brow To push them to the miry slough Wherein the foes of Set are caught. Come, let us pluck the Golden Bough From the brave Tree of life and thought ! Who heareth naught, he heedeth naught. Come, we are safely housed and shrined Where subtler images are wrought Than boast the treasuries of Mind! 201
18 VI S1r PaLaMepE the Saracen The earth from murder hath released, Is hidden from the eyes of men. Sir Arthur sits again at feast. The holy order burns with zeal : Its fame revives from west to east. Now, following Fortune’s whirling wheel, There comes a dwarf to Arthur's hall, All cased in damascenéd steel. A sceptre and a golden ball He bears, and on his head a crown ; But on his shoulders drapes a pall Of velvet flowing sably down Above his vest of cramoisie. Now doth the king of high renown Demand him of his dignity. Whereat the dwarf begi…
18 VI S1r PaLaMepE the Saracen The earth from murder hath released, Is hidden from the eyes of men. Sir Arthur sits again at feast. The holy order burns with zeal : Its fame revives from west to east. Now, following Fortune’s whirling wheel, There comes a dwarf to Arthur's hall, All cased in damascenéd steel. A sceptre and a golden ball He bears, and on his head a crown ; But on his shoulders drapes a pall Of velvet flowing sably down Above his vest of cramoisie. Now doth the king of high renown Demand him of his dignity. Whereat the dwarf begi…
… The biograph is a sufficient proof of this. ecstatic attains an illumination (so-called) at the expense of sober reason and solid judg- ment.” Mysticus would not, I think, wish to contest this view, but rather would argue that if this be the case, it is at least a choice between two evils. Sober reason and solid judgment offer no prize more desirable than death after a number of years, less or greater, while ecstasy can, if the facts stated in this dialogue are accepted, give the joys of all these years in a moment. But for the sake of argumen…
…sh some of them. The real trouble about Mr. Crowley is this: he is a true poet—he cannot compromise. The persecution of silly and unkind men has wounded him. It is for literary men now to come forward and stand by him. Hear this: ‘Wein the world of woe who stray Lift up our hearts to Thee and pray: Turn all our pain to virgin might, And all our sorrow into light!’ May his enemies learn from these words to ‘lift up’ their hearts with him.”—Euzglish Review. ‘**“ Mortadello’ is a drama of old Venice. It dis- plays a similar fearlessness of treatme…
…w of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat : O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous! 28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two. 29. For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union. 30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all. 31. For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all…
…w of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat : O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of Thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous! 28. None, breathed the light, faint & faery, of the stars, and two. 29. For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union. 30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all. 31. For these fools of men and their woes care not thou at all…