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1929 · PDF PAGE 29

The Stratagem and Other Stories

… as easily as a trained deaf-mute can sometimes read the speech of a distant man from the movements of his lips. Gradually as we worked, day by day, I found my grasp of detail ever fuller. It is not only that I could read emotions; I could tell whether he was thinking 3465822 or 3456822. In the year following my illness we made 436 experiments of this kind, each extending over sev- eral hours; in all 9363, with only 122 failures, and these all, without exception, partial. The year following, our experiments were extended to a reading of his dre…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 110

The Mother’s Tragedy

…, Not trusting life to its own ecstasy, Not mixing poison with the loving-cup. I, maker of mad rhymes, the reaper she! We lingered but a day upon the lawn. O Thou, the other Reaper! come to me! Thy dark embraces have a germ of Dawn!

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1905 · PDF PAGE 108

Oracles

…ghastly comrades to the domèd wall That crowns the grey cathedral. There they go— The parasites of death, decay and woe, Gorged with the day’s indecent festival. I think these birds were once the souls of priests. They haunt by ancient habit the old home Wherein they held high mass in days of old. But now they soar above it—for behold ! God hath looked mercifully down on Rome, Promoting thus her children to be beasts. I03

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1907 · PDF PAGE 102

Rodin in Rime

…ls thy face; 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

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1912 · PDF PAGE 49

Sir Palamedes

… range Of Palamede his archer skill. All night he sits, with ardour strange And hope new-fledged. A gambler born Aye thinks the luck one day must change, Though sense and skill he laughs to scorn. So now there rush a thousand rats In sable silence on the corn. They sport their square or shovel hats, A squeaking, tooth-bare brotherhood, Innumerable as summer gnats 43

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1913 · PDF PAGE 200

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

162 THE EQUINOX Dies down to dusk; The day is dim... . Hawthorn and musk. . . . The seraphim Play on the breeze : The ponds are stirred By the mysteries Of the secret Word. The lost Word floats Over the dunes In silver notes And golden tunes, And mystic runes. O secret Rose! O secret Flame! The west wind blows The secret Name Into the ears Of the wandering lights That love their fears In the summer nights, And in autumn rejoice By the haunted meres, Hearing the voice Of the seven spheres, Who are merged in the sun, Whom the moonlight frees, And…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 200

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

162 THE EQUINOX Dies down to dusk; The day is dim... . Hawthorn and musk. . . . The seraphim Play on the breeze : The ponds are stirred By the mysteries Of the secret Word. The lost Word floats Over the dunes In silver notes And golden tunes, And mystic runes. O secret Rose! O secret Flame! The west wind blows The secret Name Into the ears Of the wandering lights That love their fears In the summer nights, And in autumn rejoice By the haunted meres, Hearing the voice Of the seven spheres, Who are merged in the sun, Whom the moonlight frees, And…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 75

The Star in the West

…the primary want of our being must inevitably conquer . Looking back on history we find few parallels to the general lust of the present day . Two thousand years of the Cross have to - day left as token of its mor ality 80,000 prostitutes on the London streets alone .' In 1861 Henry Mayhew stated that the assumed number of prostitutes in London was about 80,000 . And further adds :

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1906 · PDF PAGE 130

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…y swear ; all wit that looks aslant Shamed at the shameful covenant ;! ‘Vherefore: this brooding over truth She much avers cuts short my day, Steals love and laughter from my youth, Will dye my beard in early grey. **Go forth to war! Shall Judah still Set mockery to thy kingly will?” May be. I often feel a ghost Creeping like darkness through my brain ; Sensed like uncertainty at most, Nowise akin to fear or pain. Yet it is there. To yield to such And brood, will not avail me much. Ho! harness me my chariot straight, My white-maned horses fleet…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 139

The Star in the West

…quence of events led to an open feeling of disgust , for Nature never permits man to borrow without paying back , the general settlement day will always sooner or later arrive , and then a new epoch of time will be heralded in . Secret vice is the very worst form of vice ; like a hidden gin we fall betwixt its jaws unawares . The crass and studied silence that mothers and fathers maintain over their children as regards all subjects of sex is probably responsible for fifty per cent : and more of all the sexual crimes and sexual ills of the prese…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 155

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 133 AN ODE. VOICE of sightless magic Clear through day’s crystal sky, Blithe, contemplative, tragic, As men may laugh or sigh, As men may love or sorrow, Their moods thy music borrow To bid them live or die. | So sweet, so sad, so lonely, In silent noontide only Thy song-wings float and lie On cloud-foam scarred and riven By God’s red lightnings shriven, And quiet hours are given To him that lingers nigh. Fain would I linger near thee Amid the poppies red, Forget this world, and hear thee As one among the dead, Amid the da…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 218

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ove dies ; No warm imperious Messaline That slew with sighs. Fiercer desires may cast away All things most good ; A people may forget to-day Their motherhood.

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1919 · PDF PAGE 67

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

LIBER CAVSZ Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli and such others whose ex- istence may one day be divulged unto you. Beware lest you interpret them either in the Light or in the darkness, for only in L.V.X. may they be understood. 31. Also He conferred upon D.D.S., O.M., and another, the Authority of the Triad, who in turn have delegated it unto others, and they yet again, so that the Body of Initiates may be perfect, even from the Crown unto the Kingdom and beyond. 32. For Perfection abideth not in the Pinnacles, or in the Foundations, but in the o…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 46

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…d in the bridal kisses kissed to death.” So grew the newer blossom and was glad: Sweet little hopes her faint fair forehead had That one day such a death might crown her days. And so God too was glad, the story says. THE FAREWELL OF PARACELSUS TO APRILE.! THou Sun, whose swift desire to-day is dull, And all ye hosts of heaven, whose lips are mute, And trees and flowers and oceans beautiful Among whose murmurs I have struck this lute With joy supreme or agony acute, And love transcending everything alway, Pity me, pity, since the poisonous root …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 185

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…up the slopes to the shoulder and establish the camp at a point whence Chogo Ri could have been reached without question, given one fine day. But my orders were formal and I never thought of disobedience. Of course, if I had foreseen the volte-face of the weather, I might have decided otherwise. I was a little worried by the failure of Pfannl and Wessely to maintain the communications for which arrangements had been made. I could not see their party on the glacier below and wondered whether they had not broken loose. It was just the sort of thi…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 188

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX On the 7th of March P. left Calcutta for Benares, arriving there on the following day, and lodging at the Hétel de Paris he continued his concentration practices. In his diary on this date he writes: “The fear of the future seems practically destroyed, and during the last six months I have worked well. This removes all possible selfishness of incentive (after 4% years) Maitri-Bhavana is left, and that alone. Aum!” At Benares he visited the temples, and had a long conver- sation with Sri Swami Swayam Prakashananda Maithila; and then …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 188

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

THE EQUINOX On the 7th of March P. left Calcutta for Benares, arriving there on the following day, and lodging at the Hétel de Paris he continued his concentration practices. In his diary on this date he writes: “The fear of the future seems practically destroyed, and during the last six months I have worked well. This removes all possible selfishness of incentive (after 4% years) Maitri-Bhavana is left, and that alone. Aum!” At Benares he visited the temples, and had a long conver- sation with Sri Swami Swayam Prakashananda Maithila; and then …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 98

Songs of the Spirit

…crown of night. And I beheld his robe, and on its hem Were writ unlawful words to say, Broidered like lilies, with a gem More clear than day. And round him shone so wonderful a light As when on Galilee Jesus once walked, and clove the night And calmed the sea. I scarce could see his features for the fire That dwelt about his brow, Yet, for the whiteness of my own desire, I see him now ; Because my footsteps follow his, and tread The awful bounds of heaven, and make 88

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1913 · PDF PAGE 93

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… A LINNET who had lost her way n Sang on a blackened bough in Hell, Till all the ghosts remembered well The trees , the wind, the golden day . At last they knew that they had died When they heard music in that land , And someone there stole forth a hand To draw a brother to his side .

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1929 · PDF PAGE 27

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…h. Twenty-eight closely written notebooks referring to this first period are at the dis- posal of my executors. III In the middle of the day, in my third year, my father was dangerously ill. I bicycled over to Peterborough at once, never thinking of my work. (My father is a canon of Peterborough Cathedral.) On the third day I received a telegram from Professor Blair, “Will you be my wife?” I had never realized myself as a woman, or him as a man, till that moment, and in that moment I knew that I loved him and had always loved him. It was a case…

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