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1899 · PDF PAGE 17

Tale of Archais

…nd forbidden dance Flashes the sunlight back with rhythmic glance Of dewy feet that trip ; while dainty falls Of spray-clad springs keep time : the summer haze Lies on the cornfields, the pale Corybant Dreams to the restless breeze that flings aslant Locks of vain love to strange and sunless rays That are the kiss of Bacchos’ wanton mouth. On such a lawn the tender Charicles Stretched limbs, that greet this morning of the May With sweet shy vigour, while from the south Toward his lips there came the shining breeze To taste life crystal-clear an…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 119

The Argonauts

…. The lovers are better Escaped from my toils Than these in the fetter Of the golden spoils. Yet still lies a doom For the royal lovers. Time bears in her womb That darkness covers A terror, and waits The hour that is Fate’s. 2

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1911 · PDF PAGE 84

Hail Mary

…e in the lambent heart of Mary. II Behold us, how we strive to good And evil catches us and sways us, How from child-life and maidenhood Time creeps and springs on us and slays us ! III But all our feebleness in Thee Is firm, in Thee our ways are steady. Equal for bliss or agony Thou callest us—and we are ready. B 77

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1913 · PDF PAGE 189

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ows ring The bells of sheep that muster to their fold . Beneath the rampart of the low , long range Green Sussex sleeps , nor fears that Time or Change Shall mar the music of her hill and lea ; Secure that nothing ever shall estrange Her children 's love , eternal as the sea That crowns her infinite serenity . 170

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1913 · PDF PAGE 105

The Book of Lies

…pires in their boughs that glow, Brooding on blood-thirst—these are not so strange And fierce as life’s unfailing shower. These die, Yet time rebears them through eternity. 99

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1922 · PDF PAGE 310

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…llow myself to think that it can be otherwise—we can make an appointment for the morning over our business affairs. Don’t let’s lose any time.” I shook hands hastily and slipped my hand into Maisie’s arm. She ran downstairs with me, leaving the others to wait for the lift.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 581

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES that time what God is for us, a Providence unknown and invisible, to which it aspires to the point of identifying itself with everything that she admires. It holds to her, it lives by her, although it does not see her, and would not even know how to understand her. If it was able to philosophize, it would perhaps deny the personal existence and intelligence of that mother which is for it as yet only a fatal prison and an apparatus of preservation. Little by little, however, this servitude annoys it; it twists itself, it…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 581

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

THE KEY OF THE MYSTERIES that time what God is for us, a Providence unknown and invisible, to which it aspires to the point of identifying itself with everything that she admires. It holds to her, it lives by her, although it does not see her, and would not even know how to understand her. If it was able to philosophize, it would perhaps deny the personal existence and intelligence of that mother which is for it as yet only a fatal prison and an apparatus of preservation. Little by little, however, this servitude annoys it; it twists itself, it…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 124

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

… let your Will to Love burn eagerly toward this creation in yourselves of the true Life that rolls its waves across the shoreless sea of Time! Live not your petty lives in fear of the hours! The Moon and Sun and Stars by which ye measure Time are themselves but servants of that Life which pulses in you, joyous drum-beat as you march trium- 118

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1922 · PDF PAGE 324

Diary of a Drug Fiend

310 The Diary of a Drug Fiend up the hill in an extremely business-like manner, looking back from time to time to make sure that we were all right. Dionysus seemed to think it his business to entertain us with an account of the various objects along the road. “ That’s the nice man’s house down there,” he said, “T’ll take you to lunch with him if you promise to behave properly. And that’s where the doat-woman lives,” he went on, apparently assured by our guarantees of proper conduct. The solemnity of the elder boy and the rollicking disposition …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 41

Orpheus

…ST So silent and wise In her cerement clothes, So secretly lies My soul in my snows; T awake, I arise, For my spirit now knows The first time in her eyes That a voice may unclose My petals: I hear it; I come; I clasp the warm ground In my passion profound. ORPHEUS In valleys heaped high, In drifts lying low, Swift slopes to the sky, Come forth to me, snow! 42

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1907 · PDF PAGE 63

Rodin in Rime

LAGE D’AIRAIN RESH in the savage vigour of the time, The golden youth stands in the golden prime, Erect, acute, astrain. We look and long For those bronze lips to blossom into song. He is silent. We reflect. Ourselves grown old Yearn somewhat toward that sensuous glow of gold. All this is folly. Rodin made him so, Evoked the strength, the goodliness, the glow. The form is little: in the mind there dwells Force to avail the childish heart that swells With aught that is. The golden prime is past— Aye! but a nobler gain is ours at last Who see man…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 126

The Winged Beetle

… ! Beneath my seas thy creaking timbers tremble, Gallant old barque ! I shake thee, stem and stern, With furious kisses in blind rage at Time Who hath wrought on thee his cold and common crime. So now I rise, laughing with love, and burn ! Those dissolute embers of thy lust grown dun, The ashen horrors of thy face, resemble The dull red glare of a November sun.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 46

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…‘My pure desires arose and cast out love That flew away, most like a wounded dove, Only the drops were mine its bosom bled. Now the last time it hovers by my head: ‘* Now the last time I turn and go to her.”’ The violet smiled at him; his fingers fair Plucked the sweet blossom to his breast; his eyes. Mused like delight, and like desire were wise. There was a maiden like the sun, to whom [lis footsteps turned amid the myriad bloom Of flowers and leafy pathways of the wood, Where, in a dell of roses white, she stood. He came to her and looked so…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 90

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…glishmen corresponding to {164} his description had started to walk down the valley to Brigue. I hurled myself headlong in pursuit. This time I was rewarded. I caught up with him some ten miles below Zermatt. I told him of my search for the Secret Sanctuary of the Saints and convinced him of my desperate earnestness. He hinted that he knew of an Assembly which might be that for which I was looking. He spoke of a Sacrament where the elements were four instead of two. This meant nothing to me; but I felt that I was on the right track. I got him t…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 243

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…knights who did not scruple to add the wisdom of the East to their own large interpretation of Christianity, and who represented in that time a movement towards the light of learning and of science, which has been brought to fruition in our own times by the labours of the Orientalists from Von-Hammer-Purgstall and Sir William Jones to Professor Rhys Davids and Madame Blavatsky, to say nothing of such philosophers as Schopenhauer, on the one hand; and by the heroic efforts of Darwin, Huxley, Tyndall, and Spencer, on the other. I have no sympathy…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 318

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

….'.. By wicked I mean contrary to my will. A.'. goodish; lengthy and reverie-like. Yet my heart is well. I spake it audibly. Before this time I had been haunted by the first of the two terrible doubts which I subsequently described in sections 36 and 38 of Sir Palamedes, but during the abominable "wind draught" of the first week of March I had made a partial image of this doubt in the "King-Ghost". I did not understand the essence of the doubt and it is hard to explain it in prose, even now. It seems at first sight to be a reflection of the all…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 196

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

THE EQUINOX BEGIN. END. OBJECT. TIME, NO. OF BREAKS. 10.21am. 10.23a.m. Red Cross 2m. Ios. Several breaks of the kind, “Oh, how well I’m doing it.” Seem quite to have forgotten what very long times I used to do. White tri- 10 m. 20 breaks. angle [This about harmonic of good; 20 m. 10 breaks is a good per- formance,] Apas-Akasa [Very difficult: slightest noise is utterly disturbing.] 10.55am. Intam. RedCross 6m. 7 breaks. [But it is to be observed that a break may be of varying length. I doubt if this was as good as White Triangle supra.] 11.44a…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 196

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

THE EQUINOX BEGIN. END. OBJECT. TIME, NO. OF BREAKS. 10.21am. 10.23a.m. Red Cross 2m. Ios. Several breaks of the kind, “Oh, how well I’m doing it.” Seem quite to have forgotten what very long times I used to do. White tri- 10 m. 20 breaks. angle [This about harmonic of good; 20 m. 10 breaks is a good per- formance,] Apas-Akasa [Very difficult: slightest noise is utterly disturbing.] 10.55am. Intam. RedCross 6m. 7 breaks. [But it is to be observed that a break may be of varying length. I doubt if this was as good as White Triangle supra.] 11.44a…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 128

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…r I should have none for myself. VAUGHAN, How? Have you then fallen? PERCY. Oh, yes, I have fallen. I am older every hour. [ have wasted time, I have wasted love. VAUGHAN. Perhaps it is not all waste after all. There is a use for everything, nothing is destroyed—believe so, anyhow! — FRIEND. What about this dinner of yours, Vaughan? Esmé will think us a long while gone. VAUGHAN. Hansom ! | : [Exeunt.

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