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Page 32 of 771913 · PDF PAGE 66
Aleister Crowley. ON GARRET HOSTEL BRIDGE . L ERE in the evening curl white mists and wreathe 11 in their vapour All the gray spires of stone , all the immobile towers ; Here in the twilight gloom dim trees and sleepier rivers , Here where the bridge is thrown over the amber stream . Chill is the ray that steals from the moon to the stream that whispers Secret tales of its source , songs of its fountain - head . Here do I stand in the dusk ; like spectres mournfully moving Wisps of the cloud - wreaths form , dissipate into the mist , Wrap me in…
1913 · PDF PAGE 151
… hand, The lesser peaks—my will withdrawn To invoke the dayspring from the dawn, Changing that rosy smoke of light To a pure crystalline white ; Though the mist of mind, as draws A dancer round her limbs the gauze, Clothe Light, and show the virgin Sun A lemon-pale medallion! Thence leap we leashless to the goal, Stainless star-rapture of the soul. So the altar-fires fade As the Godhead is displayed. Nay, we stir not. Everywhere Is our temple right appointed. All the earth is faery fair For us. Am I not anointed? The Sigil burns upon the brow A…
1913 · PDF PAGE 151
… hand, The lesser peaks—my will withdrawn To invoke the dayspring from the dawn, Changing that rosy smoke of light To a pure crystalline white ; Though the mist of mind, as draws A dancer round her limbs the gauze, Clothe Light, and show the virgin Sun A lemon-pale medallion! Thence leap we leashless to the goal, Stainless star-rapture of the soul. So the altar-fires fade As the Godhead is displayed. Nay, we stir not. Everywhere Is our temple right appointed. All the earth is faery fair For us. Am I not anointed? The Sigil burns upon the brow A…
1905 · PDF PAGE 134
… flower of fire, a flame from Heaven to us All triumph to foretell, A glory of unspeakable delight, A flower like lightning, adamant and white. There needs no more or sun or sea Or any light ; On golden wheels Eternity Revolves in Night. The island peoples are too proud and free And full of might To care for time or space, but glorious wend A royal path of flowers to the end. I pray thee, God, to weapon me With this keen fire, That I may set this people free As my desire ; That the white lilies of our liberty Grow on Life’s crags still higher, …
1907 · PDF PAGE 66
…hen church was out! moon Was low on Rossett Ghyll;? The organ’s melancholy tune Grew subtle, far, and still. the All drest in black, her white, white throat Like moonlight gleamed ; she moved Along the road, towards the farm, Too happy to be loved. ‘‘O Katie Carr! how sweet you are!” She only hurried faster: She found an arm about her waist: A maiden knows her master. Through grass and heather we walked to- gether ; So hard her heart still beat She thought she saw a ghost, and fast Flickered the tiny feet. ‘“*O Katie Carr, there’s one stile mor…
1909 · PDF PAGE 55
…8 to 10. The attri- bution of the paths can then be found from the column ‘Graphic Tree of Life.” Cots. XV.-XVIII.— Daath—Lavender, Grey-white, Pure violet, Grey - flecked gold. Herschel—Silver flecked white. Cot. XVI., Linz 10.—For A, V, ZL, and V. Cot. XIX.—Urim and Thummim = Auramoth and Thoum Mou, Egyptian Gods. They are methods of divination by Z\ and VW’. Cot. XX., Line 32.—These Gods preside over the pieces in ‘‘ Rosicrucian Chess.” A ot A Bishop Qwovyxae 20K V of A Quen Ireaoypes A ot A Knight DNWOK pwn V ot A pawn KAREZNYC Vo Acate Tav…
1911 · PDF PAGE 90
…his sadai/ehem] You must sleep, whisper of the west wind! LAYLAH. I shall have evil dreams. SAID OMAR. No! you shall not sleep to—night, white fairy of Paradise, black—eyed gazelle of the wilderness! LAYLAH. Be gentle with me . . . Iache . . . Ihave been stung by a scorpion. SAID OMAR. There are no scorpions in the winter. Where is the wound? [LAYLAH phi: her hand la her heart, and/”all: falnllhg limp across the saddleöazu.] Call Ibrahim, the wise physician! On to the houses! [Exeunt The voice oflhe nymph of[he well,faintlyfrom below. " Truth c…
1911 · PDF PAGE 90
…his sadai/ehem] You must sleep, whisper of the west wind! LAYLAH. I shall have evil dreams. SAID OMAR. No! you shall not sleep to—night, white fairy of Paradise, black—eyed gazelle of the wilderness! LAYLAH. Be gentle with me . . . Iache . . . Ihave been stung by a scorpion. SAID OMAR. There are no scorpions in the winter. Where is the wound? [LAYLAH phi: her hand la her heart, and/”all: falnllhg limp across the saddleöazu.] Call Ibrahim, the wise physician! On to the houses! [Exeunt The voice oflhe nymph of[he well,faintlyfrom below. " Truth c…
1924 · PDF PAGE 3
…ork of every individual citizen, and against the very foundations of public morality. The allegation that a man has been imprisoned as a white slaver is as vitally damaging as any that can be made. 3
1905 · PDF PAGE 159
… was clothed in silver mail Of purity, and iron-helmeted With ignorance of fear : so through the hail Of flowers, of cries, of looks, of white and red, Fear, hatred, envy, love—nay, self-conceit Of girls that preened itself and masqued instead
1912 · PDF PAGE 82
4o OLYMPAS. THE EQUINOX There's no such doom in Destiny‘s Harvest of horror. The white fount Of speech is stifled at its source. Know, the sane spirit keeps its course By this, that everything it thinks Hath causal or contingent links. Destroy them, and destroy the mind! Ο bestial, bottomless, and blind Black pit of all insanity! The adept must make his way to thee] This is the end of all our pain, The dissolution of the brain I For 101 in this no mortar sticks ; Down comes the house~a hail of bricks! The sense of all I hear is drowned ; Tap, ta…
1912 · PDF PAGE 236
…particular it represents drug- habits, the sottish excess of pleasure and the revenge of nature] XLV THE LORD OF DOMINION Two of Wamis A WHITE Radiating Angelic Hand, issuing from clouds, and grasping two crossed wands Flames issue from the point of junction. On two small wands above and below, with flames of five issuing therefrom, are the symbols of ὀand?ד for the Decan. Strength, domination, harmony of rule and of justice, Boldness, courage, fierceness, shamelessness, revenge, reso- lution, generous, proud, sensitive, ambitious, refined, restles…
1912 · PDF PAGE 82
4o OLYMPAS. THE EQUINOX There's no such doom in Destiny‘s Harvest of horror. The white fount Of speech is stifled at its source. Know, the sane spirit keeps its course By this, that everything it thinks Hath causal or contingent links. Destroy them, and destroy the mind! Ο bestial, bottomless, and blind Black pit of all insanity! The adept must make his way to thee] This is the end of all our pain, The dissolution of the brain I For 101 in this no mortar sticks ; Down comes the house~a hail of bricks! The sense of all I hear is drowned ; Tap, ta…
1912 · PDF PAGE 236
…particular it represents drug- habits, the sottish excess of pleasure and the revenge of nature] XLV THE LORD OF DOMINION Two of Wamis A WHITE Radiating Angelic Hand, issuing from clouds, and grasping two crossed wands Flames issue from the point of junction. On two small wands above and below, with flames of five issuing therefrom, are the symbols of ὀand?ד for the Decan. Strength, domination, harmony of rule and of justice, Boldness, courage, fierceness, shamelessness, revenge, reso- lution, generous, proud, sensitive, ambitious, refined, restles…
1904 · PDF PAGE 89
…enth day, a quiver; The eighth day, a stag; The ninth day, an horn; The tenth day, a sandal of silver; The eleventh day, a silver box of white sandal wood; The twelfth day, a whisper; The thirteenth day, a black cat; The fourteenth day, a phial of white gold; The fifteenth day, an egg-shell cut in two; The sixteenth day, a glance; The seventeenth day, an honeycomb; The eighteenth day, a dream; The nineteenth day, a nightmare; The twentieth day, a wolf, black-muzzled; The twenty-first day, a sorrow; The twenty-second day, a bundle of herbs; The …
1906 · PDF PAGE 32
…sleep : Rest, Jet us rest from passion there, deep! O how deep! Deep calleth unto deep, Amen ! hast thou no passion, thou ? Even now the white flames kindle on thy universal brow. I hear white serpents hiss and wild black dragons roll ; And the storm of love is on thee—ah ! shall it touch thy soul? Nay, O my mother, in eternal calm thy virginal depths lie. The peace of God, that passeth understanding, that am [! Even I, perceiving deeply beneath the eyes of flame The soul that, kindling, is not kindled: I have known thy Name. Awake, O soaring b…
1901 · PDF PAGE 39
…t me die, at last desired, At last beloved of thee my queen ; Now let me die, with blood attired, Thy servant naked and obscene ; To thy white skull, thy palms, thy feet, Clinging, dead, infamous, complete. Now let me die, to mix my soul With thy red soul, to join our hands, To weld us in one perfect whole, To link us with desirous bands. Now let me die, to mate in hell With thee, O harlot Jezebel.
1901 · PDF PAGE 131
…one, to bring salvation unto Hell. O angel of my spiritual desire ! O luminous master of the silver feet ! O passionate rose of infinite white fire ! O cross of sacrifice made bitter-sweet ! O wide-wing, star-brow, veritable lord ! O mystic bearer of the flaming sword ! O brows half see, O visionary star Seen in the fragrant breezes of the East ! O lover of my love, O avatar Of the All-One, O mystical High Priest ! O thou before whose eyes my weak eyes fail, Wonderful warden of the Holy Grail ! O thou, mine angel, whom these eyes have seen, The…
1904 · PDF PAGE 140
…thy twat, thy hand, Thy lips could rouse me ; that were grand, My darling ! I cannot piss : I cannot shite. Come quickly to me, warm and white ! Well fuck like buggery all night, My darling ! Aye ! In your scented arms Ill creep. Well grip and kiss : well laugh and weep. And fuck each other off to sleep, My darling ! And after, when I come to die, Youll lift your hot lascivious thigh And squirt your spendings in my eye, My Darling ! [142]
1910 · PDF PAGE 35
26 AMBERGRIS Now, ere youth fades, flows in peace past woody bank and green eyot. Highest, white heather and rock, Mountain and pine, with young laughter, Breezes that murmur and mock Duller delights to come after, Wild as a swallow that dives whither the sea wind would waft her. Lower, an ocean of flowers, Trees that are warmer and leafier, Starrier, sunnier hours Spurning the stain of all grief here, Bringing a quiet delight to us, beyond our belief here. Lastly, the uttermost sea, Starred with the flakes of spray sunlit, Blue as its caverns …