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Page 27 of 1141929 · PDF PAGE 75
…ast and future mountebanks,' or Samuel Butler, first of that dynasty, has lied. "But other magicians sought to make this Homunculus in a way closer to nature. In all these cases they had held that environment could be modified at will by the application of telesmata or sympathetic figures. For example, a nine-pointed star would attract the influence which they called Luna — not meaning the actual moon, but an idea similar to the poets' ideas of her. By surrounding an object with such stars, with similarly-disposed herbs, perfumes, metals, talis…
1910 · PDF PAGE 455
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT The broad stair winds; he follows it; Dark is the way; the air is blind; Black, black the blackness of the pit, The light long blotted out behind! His sword sweeps out; his keen glance peers For some shape glimmering through the gloom: Naught, naught in all that void appears ; More still, more silent than the tomb! Yet now the good knight is aware Of some black force, of some dread throne, Waiting beneath that awful stair, Beneath that pit of slippery stone. Yea! though he sees not anything, Nor hears, his subt…
1910 · PDF PAGE 455
SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT The broad stair winds; he follows it; Dark is the way; the air is blind; Black, black the blackness of the pit, The light long blotted out behind! His sword sweeps out; his keen glance peers For some shape glimmering through the gloom: Naught, naught in all that void appears ; More still, more silent than the tomb! Yet now the good knight is aware Of some black force, of some dread throne, Waiting beneath that awful stair, Beneath that pit of slippery stone. Yea! though he sees not anything, Nor hears, his subt…
1910 · PDF PAGE 35
THE WIZARD WAY 25 By the hangmans hands is thrust Through the wet and writhing dust, Never black and never dried Hearts blood of a suicide. He had plucked the hazel rod From the rude and goatish god, Even as the curved moons waning ray Stolen from the King of Day. He had learnt the elvish sign ; Given the Token of the Nine : Once to rave, and once to revel, Once to bow before the devil, Once to swing the thurible, Once to kiss the goat of hell, Once to dance the aspen spring, Once to croak, and once to sing, Once to oil the savoury thighs Of…
1913 · PDF PAGE 119
…E . I HAVE a hope of deep - set woods 1 Where brown curled beech leaves strew the ground , And silk - haired primrose leaves around Make way for buds in fair green hoods ; And where the small dog - violets try To hide ashamed from passers by . I have a hope of free wide braes Swept keenly by sea - scented winds , Where , brave and tossed , one often finds Sea pinks ; where gulls upon their ways Go crying in the vault above That there 's no quest like that of Love . I have a hope that I may sit Some distant June , where , slow and clear , Wide -…
1913 · PDF PAGE 193
…ne echoing cry. And all the sky Is a chalice of white lilies rimmed with blood, With blood ; and the bitter flood Of thy tears is dying away, away, away, Beyond the hills, the hidden hills of day. These are but lilies, O my silent god ; Where thy feet have trod Upon the earthly way They have sprung, And the songs that have been sung Are faded with the day. My little heap of ashes, thou wast god, Yea, utterly wast thou god! So there are no more roses, no more roses ; There shall be no more songs to thee, Lord of the lilies and the silent sea Of …
1913 · PDF PAGE 193
…ne echoing cry. And all the sky Is a chalice of white lilies rimmed with blood, With blood ; and the bitter flood Of thy tears is dying away, away, away, Beyond the hills, the hidden hills of day. These are but lilies, O my silent god ; Where thy feet have trod Upon the earthly way They have sprung, And the songs that have been sung Are faded with the day. My little heap of ashes, thou wast god, Yea, utterly wast thou god! So there are no more roses, no more roses ; There shall be no more songs to thee, Lord of the lilies and the silent sea Of …
1901 · PDF PAGE 69
…fe, The smooth silk touch of thee defiles, The lures and languors of a wife. Slip to the floor, I must not turn : There is a lion in the way ! The star of morning rise and burn : I seek the dim supernal day ! Sleep there, nor know me gone : sleep there And never wake, although God’s breath Catch thee at midmost of the prayer Of sleep—that so dream turns to death.
1929 · PDF PAGE 87
…ext quarter of an hour leaning out and gasping for breath. Eckenstein was a great connoisseur of puzzles. It is extremely useful, by the way, to be able to occupy the mind in such ways when one has not the conveniences or inclination for one's regular work, and there is much time to kill in a hotel or a tent in bad weather. Personally, I have found chess solitaire and triple-dummy bridge or skat as good as anything. Eckenstein was a recognized authority on what is known as Kirkwood's schoolgirl problem, but we used to work all sorts of things, …
1899 · PDF PAGE 23
…rembling hand, Teach me to love ; I do not understand. He clasped her to him, but no word might say, And led her from the pool a little way, And there he laid her on the flowery mead, And watched her weeping. His forgotten reed Floated away, a ship for fairy folk, Along the limpid rivulet. Then broke From smitten heart and ravished lips the tongue Of fire that clad its essence with the robe of song. SONG OF CHARICLES O fountains of pale sapphire, and clear green, O hills of purple, and ye olive vales, Being music to my wing, and echo seen Of n…
1901 · PDF PAGE 10
…re Whose little period Is limited by God ; Whose poor abode Is the mean body, prey to all distemperature ? Yet, mortal, in the Light and Way Divine, Gird on the armour of the Holy One: Seek out the secret of the inmost shrine, Strong in the might and spirit of the sun. Arise, arise, arise, Give passage to mine eyes, Ye airs, ye veils; ye bucklers of the Snake! I knew the deepest cells, Where the foul spirit dwells; Called to the dead, the drowsed, arise ! awake! Their dark profoundest thought Was less than She I sought, It was as nought! I drew…
1913 · PDF PAGE 216
… Tillyard . I'd plant a hedge of briar -rose Across the paths that stray , Until at last thou wouldst forget That thou hadst walked that way . But yet if e'er I durst to look Into some strange man 's eyes, Thou wouldst be just as Jewish God , Impassive as the skies . * TWO THINGS. TWO things I ask of you , and they are these, When all my little deeds and I are dead , And life's last wave has gathered o'er my head , Forget me, as you would forget the breeze That sudden stirs at nightfall in the trees And with the first bright peep of stars is Al…
1909 · PDF PAGE 143
… won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of my sweet lays Lost all their wonted gold. VIII Greece and Rome and the Pagan lands I knew ere the Christ was born; I whistled songs between my hands, And blew through an old ram’s horn. I was wise indeed! For I lost my way Over the hills one summer’s day, And near wh…
1909 · PDF PAGE 143
… won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of my sweet lays Lost all their wonted gold. VIII Greece and Rome and the Pagan lands I knew ere the Christ was born; I whistled songs between my hands, And blew through an old ram’s horn. I was wise indeed! For I lost my way Over the hills one summer’s day, And near wh…
1910 · PDF PAGE 97
…vet, O Habib, That man would rise erect from mudded clay. Bid thou the Qazi to thine house ; I ween That he would sprout a member on the way. Or didst thou call upon him in the tomb Isa4 would rise, as silly Christians say. Thy podex being his, thine El Qahar Is always gold, and never rose and grey.5 1. The word used here is [Persian text] ‘ hearing ’ and also “ the Song and Dance of the Mevliviyeh dervishes.” Thus far Palmer ; and I can learn no more. But probably the word is used to emphasize the purely religious nature of the passion.
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
…eel the wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the god’s delight: Here, from the edge of night I pluck thee forth, a flower Too fair for the garish day,…
1913 · PDF PAGE 181
…eel the wind that blows From the secret grave of thee, my Rose. IV DECADENCE TwILicut, that is the thin gray ghost of day, Holds the dim way of death ; the darkness grows More sanguine-hearted as the hour is sped, And with less light is fed; Thine hour grows, grows alway : Thou art mine, mine own, mine own, thou sanguine Rose. Thou sanguine Rose! Deep-hearted as the hour Thou bearest as a flame; more argent-shod Than the eloquent bringer of the god’s delight: Here, from the edge of night I pluck thee forth, a flower Too fair for the garish day,…
1929 · PDF PAGE 136
… clearly set forth in His Words: it is His simplicity that baffles the unworthy. I hâve chosen the expressions in this Chapter in such a way that it is likely to mislead those magicians who allow selfish interests to cloud their intelligence, but to give useful hints to such as are bound by the proper Oaths to devote their powers to legitimate ends. Thou hast no right but to do thy will.” “It is a lie, this folly against self.” The radical error of ail uninitiates is that they define “self” as irreconciliably opposed to “not-self.” Each élément…
1905 · PDF PAGE 79
…t it is called the walking in delusion, the puppet show of delusion, the writing of delusion, the fetter of delusion, are aware that the way out of the desert is found by going into the desert. Will you, in your lonely lama-serai, accept this hymn from me, who, in the centre of civilization, am perhaps more isolated than you in your craggy fastness among the trackless steppes of your Untrodden Land ? ALEISTER CROWLEY. PARIS, A.B. 2446. I MIGHTEIST Self ! Supreme in Self-Contentment ! Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse ; Palpable, formless, i…
1929 · PDF PAGE 213
… staf of General Cripps." "It sounds like Anarchism. From each according to his powers; to each according to his needs, you know. By the way, what's it about? Anything?" "The people think it's about the violation of solemn treaties, and the rights of the little nations, and so on; the governments think it's about commercial expansion; but I who made it know that it is the baptism of blood of the New Aeon. How could we promulgate the Law of Liberty in a world where Freedom has been strangled by industrialism? Men have become such slaves that the…