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Page 33 of 1121910 · PDF PAGE 423
…ly wight: “T will believe!” The hermit blessed His convert : on the horizon Appears the Beast. ‘To thee the rest!” He cries, to urge the good knight on. But no! Sir Palamedes grips The hermit by the woebegone Beard of him; then away he rips, Wood as a maniac, to the West, Where down the sun in splendour slips, And where the quarry of the quest Canters. They run lik e hippogriffs! Like men pursued, or swine possessed, Over the dizzy Cretan cliffs They smash. And lo! it comes to pass He sees in no dim hieroglyphs, In knowledge easy to amass, This…
1907 · PDF PAGE 60
…d but he—for such a thought is hardly an illusion—but Bones must not and shall not think that there is an opposition of black and white, good and evil, truth and falsehood. One of our weaker brethren (and I alas! had relied on him as strong among the strong 1) recently plumed himself vastly on this per ception of the Illusion of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil— though “Why in the name of Glory was he proud?” considering that he had the authentic dictum of very Tikkunim for referring that Tree to Malkuth, the first and easiest broken of th…
1912 · PDF PAGE 426
…d ‘whispering hair,’ and corpses and poppies, jostle one another in a heaving brew ofiridescent, quasi-putrescent, ultra-modemity. Quite good reading all the same, Take p. 44:— - « « « And we must thank the mysterious V. B. N. for a really inspired line— “Thou lyric laughter of the enfranchised male.’ ++... The naughty new ‘male,’ smashing our windows with his inverted commas . . . . unless, indeed, as Mr. Aleister Crowley authoritatively hints in his sacerdotal preface, . . . But the time, we think, is hardly ripe for such disclosures, althoug…
1912 · PDF PAGE 426
…d ‘whispering hair,’ and corpses and poppies, jostle one another in a heaving brew ofiridescent, quasi-putrescent, ultra-modemity. Quite good reading all the same, Take p. 44:— - « « « And we must thank the mysterious V. B. N. for a really inspired line— “Thou lyric laughter of the enfranchised male.’ ++... The naughty new ‘male,’ smashing our windows with his inverted commas . . . . unless, indeed, as Mr. Aleister Crowley authoritatively hints in his sacerdotal preface, . . . But the time, we think, is hardly ripe for such disclosures, althoug…
1913 · PDF PAGE 598
…‘whispering hair,’ and corpses and poppies, jostle one another in a heaving brew of iridescent, quasi-putrescent, ultra-modernity. Quite good reading all the same. Take p. 44:—.. . « And we must thank the mysterious V. B. N. for a really inspired line— “Thou lyric laughter of the enfranchised male.’ + +... The naughty new ‘male,’ smashing our windows with his inverted commas . . . . unless, indeed, as Mr. Aleister Crowley authoritatively hints in his sacerdotal preface, . . . But the time, we think, is hardly ripe for such disclosures, although…
1913 · PDF PAGE 598
…‘whispering hair,’ and corpses and poppies, jostle one another in a heaving brew of iridescent, quasi-putrescent, ultra-modernity. Quite good reading all the same. Take p. 44:—.. . « And we must thank the mysterious V. B. N. for a really inspired line— “Thou lyric laughter of the enfranchised male.’ + +... The naughty new ‘male,’ smashing our windows with his inverted commas . . . . unless, indeed, as Mr. Aleister Crowley authoritatively hints in his sacerdotal preface, . . . But the time, we think, is hardly ripe for such disclosures, although…
1898 · PDF PAGE 7
…und him in my phrenzy, till he became the prey of a real physical fear ! How I shrieked out I know not what strange words ! And the poor good old man tried all he could to calm me ; he thought I was mad ! The fool ! I was in the death struggle with self : God and Satan fought for my soul those three long hours. God conquered—now I have only one doubt left—which of the twain was God ? Howbeit, I aspire ! I
1905 · PDF PAGE 145
…h of Ill. Here and hereafter hath he joy : in both the joy of rectitude Who thinks “ I did the right ” and goes rejoicing on the Path of Good. A-many verses though he can recite of Law, the idle man who doth it not Is like an herd who numbereth cows of others, Priesthood him allows nor part nor lot. Who little of the Law can cite, yet knows and walks therein aright, and shuns the snare Of passion, folly, hate entwined : Right Effort liberates his mind, he doth not care
1961 · PDF PAGE 29
…e Will may speak in True Dreams; for it is written that He giveth unto His Beloved in Sleep. Prepare thyself therefore in this Way, as a good Knight should do. a
1904 · PDF PAGE 81
…n Mahakalpa until an Asankhya1 of Crores 2 have passed away ; and Maha Brahm a will still sit lone and meditate upon his lotus throne.’ ‘Good, good!’ said the magus, ‘though there seems a rem iniscence of the Bhagavad-Gita and the Light of Asia somehwere. Surely y ou don’t read Edwin Arnold ? ’ ‘I do,’ said the God disconsolately, ‘we Hindu Gods have to. It’s the only way we can get any clear idea of who we really are.’ “Well, here was Perdu’ R Abu, after his latest fiasco, installed as a W orthy, R espect- able, Perfect, Ancient and Accepted, …
1928 · PDF PAGE 93
…f the brain of an actor, one day Fanciullo joined a conspiracy which had been got up by some discontented noblemen. There are everywhere good people ready to denounce those atrabilious individuals who want to depose princes and reconstitute soci- ety without consulting it. The nobles in ques- tion were arrested, and with them Fanciullo; there was no doubt that one and all would be condemned to death. I would gladly believe that the Prince was annoyed at finding his favourite comedian amongst the rebels. The Prince was neither better nor worse t…
1902 · PDF PAGE 146
… exaggerated Catholicism under an ultra- Egyptian passion for death. . . . Aleister Crowley is a true poet." " We quote . . . There is a good deal of similar drivel further on." " Real and striking gifts both of im.igination and expression." "Mr Crowley out-Swinburne's Mr Swinburne. . . . Shows no mean technical accom- plishment." "The pupil is in some ways greater than the master (Mr Swinburne)." " Most exalted moods of mysticism . . . richness and visionary splendour of the imagery and the aptness and transfiguring power of the rhythms . . . …
1929 · PDF PAGE 37
…there is no enemy within the gates; and to-night we shall take you under guard to a protected area. To-morrow the fun will begin in [55] good earnest. Meanwhile, here is the preliminary knowledge with regard to the project. Before you start, you have to take a certain vow; and we cannot allow you to do that in ignorance of all that it implies, down to the tiniest iota." "I am ready." "I am going to make everything as simple as I possibly can. You have a good imagination, and I think you should be able to follow. "See here: I take a pencil and a…
1904 · PDF PAGE 111
OUTSIDE THE SPANISH CLOISTER (ODE TO A.W.P. ESQ.) Foetus-face ! I hate your swinish Snivels against what is good. Mixed with pseudo-libertinish Would-be-naughty-if-you-could Show of dirty words from drabs Picked up east of Leicester Square. Yes ! The Ocean hath its crabs. (Otherwise ? Bah ! God knows where.) Climb the Matterhorn with porters To pretend you need no guide ! You O God ! seduce the daughters That smile smugly at your side. You the debauchee of Zermatt ! ! You ! Who cannot see a snub. Skin-thick ! Skull-thick ! παχυs δεqματο…
1913 · PDF PAGE 133
…ow - mesh ; And strange the spinning river whirled Past stone and tree which had no feet , And in my misbegotten world A Devil - god was good to meet . I found a stone my limbs to wound , ' Twas joy to watch the gushing blood , To know God drink it in the ground And thunder forth his thanks for food . 114
1906 · PDF PAGE 100
…uth, my friend, if you would wear your crown This side of Orcus, you should go away. POLLUX. Ay! let the men work! Fora mind as yours Is good, and skill as theirs is also good. CASTOR. But mix the manual and the mental—well, No ship was built by pure philosophy. POLLUX. Nor yet designed by artisans. JASON. Enough ! Come, great Alcides, it is time to go. ARGUS. A fool allows a moment’s irritation To move the purpose of a thousand years. Go, go! HERACLES. Remember! We are met this day To call upon the name with praise and prayer Of great Athena, …
1910 · PDF PAGE 80
… bend above) Through bright lids filled thereof Perfect and pure, Thy bloom of maidenhood. I could not : if I could, I would not : being good, Also endure ! Cruel, to tear or mar The chaliced nenuphar ; Cruel to press The rosebud ; cruel to scar Or stain the flower-star With mad caress. But crueller to destroy The leaping life and joy Born in a careless boy From lone distress. More cruel then art thou The calm and chaste of brow, If thou dost this. Forget the feeble vow Ill sworn ; all laws allow Pity, that is Kin unto love, and mild List to th…
1912 · PDF PAGE 118
…and sadness Were plucked. As a flower perisheth, So all sin died. And in that place All they did know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace. Then fell the night. Above the baying Of the great Beast, that was the bass To all the harps of Heaven a-playing, There came a solemn voice (not one But was upon his knees in praying And glorifying God). The Son Of God Himself—men thought—spoke then. “ Arise! brave soldier, thou hast won The quest not given to mortal men. Arise! Sir Palamede Adept, Christian, and no more Saracen ! On wake…
1904 · PDF PAGE 95
…ain hypnotic vision, They tried cold water and castration, In vain the tool persistent stood it all ; Doctor and surgeon did no mortal good at all. The patient died. His coffin crowned with flowers From various ladies roses, lilies, laurel, As some last tribute to his wondrous powers Was oak, and bound with brass. The moral Of this sad tale is so extremely patent That to repeat it were banal and blatant. Learn from this fable counterfeit presentment (Shakespeare) Of Truth this fact (Ive sought it far !) The best of blessings is divine …
1912 · PDF PAGE 92
76 MORTADELLO ABBESS. You goggle-eyed gudgeon ! I will tear your guts out yet. GOVERNOR. Good Sandro, calm the lady ! ABBESS. I am calm ! Dont fret ! What, gyve and rack for that sweet saint ! GOVERNOR. She asks for it ! Cant you leave well alone ? ABBESS. Oh, sophistry is wit With callous dogs ! GOVERNOR. I serve the dogs ; my prisoners Are no more slaves than I ! ABBESS. Prince of philosophers ! Heres Mortadello ! A CITIZEN. Now, my Governor ! [He throws a knife, THE GOVERNOR ducks and it just misses his head. GOVERNOR. [Pointing to the as…