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1912 · PDF PAGE 287

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…y developed, He had that simplicity of vision, that flashing insight, which stamps the highest types of intelligence. When only six years old, while meditating on the increasing difficulty οἳ earning an honest living, and the increasing risk of earning a dishonest one, he saw a fond mother give her little boy a penny to buy sweets. In a single second his mind was made up; his career was determined. How, thrilled the Master— Thought—how can I get that penny? A rapid calculation assured him of the soundness of his instinct. Probably at least a hund…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 287

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…y developed, He had that simplicity of vision, that flashing insight, which stamps the highest types of intelligence. When only six years old, while meditating on the increasing difficulty οἳ earning an honest living, and the increasing risk of earning a dishonest one, he saw a fond mother give her little boy a penny to buy sweets. In a single second his mind was made up; his career was determined. How, thrilled the Master— Thought—how can I get that penny? A rapid calculation assured him of the soundness of his instinct. Probably at least a hund…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 63

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…y — how different from the Monthly Drink, which I will also touch upon ! — I will tell you when I have relieved my necessities — I am an old man of eighty now, and you must humour me — with the row of warm foetuses and pox-holes which my chaplain has just brought for my midmorning per- formance. [61]

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1907 · PDF PAGE 209

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… QUARTUS VEL MORTIS MY WIFE LYSANDER (reads). ‘* The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage." That is an old device. Midsummer Night's Dream, What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore The Muse herself, for her enchanting son Whom universal Nature did lament When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory body down the stream was sent Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Lycidas. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star.…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 12

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…at 124, Victoria Street. The Editor will be glad to receive any books on mysticism, magic, Egyptology, philosophy, and similar subjects. Old books out of print are especially welcome. Another feather in the cap of H. P. B. That incomparable dodderer, Franz Hartmann, has published a portrait of Cag- liostro which she had given him. (She had it taken when she was Cagliostro, you understand.) This sounds all very reasonable and likely; but the diffi- culty is that the portrait is not of Cagliostro at all, but of Stanislas Augustus, the last King o…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 12

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…at 124, Victoria Street. The Editor will be glad to receive any books on mysticism, magic, Egyptology, philosophy, and similar subjects. Old books out of print are especially welcome. Another feather in the cap of H. P. B. That incomparable dodderer, Franz Hartmann, has published a portrait of Cag- liostro which she had given him. (She had it taken when she was Cagliostro, you understand.) This sounds all very reasonable and likely; but the diffi- culty is that the portrait is not of Cagliostro at all, but of Stanislas Augustus, the last King o…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 68

Mortadello

…ey is money : I’ve too much in desperate ventures ; I’ve lost ten thousand sequins, such are Fate’s calentures.” MORTADELLO. This is the old tale. GABRIELE. So I sneered. He looked me hard Between the eyes, and in his beard his malice jarred. “ Here’s a doubloon : you promise me seven more to- morrow ? Back in my pouch I slap it. See ?” MORTADELLO. You could not borrow Upon the credit of the State ? GABRIELE. Not one doubloon. MORTADELLO. Why, this is treason ! GABRIELE. That or Fate. MORTADELLO. Knave or buffoon, I’ll tan his hide. D’ye think …

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1944 · PDF PAGE 99

The Book of Thoth

…indicate the quintessential quality of the Lord of the Aeon1. At the bottom part of the card, therefore, is shown the destruction of the old‐ established Aeon by lightning, flames, engines of war. In the right‐hand corner are the jaws of Dis, belching flame at the root of the structure. Falling from the tower are broken figures of the garrison. It will be noticed that they have lost their human shape. They have become mere geometrical expressions. 1See Liber AL. III. 3‐9; II ‐ 13; 17‐18; 23‐29; 46; 49‐60; 70‐72. This suggests another (and total…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 298

Magick Without Tears

…ostern of my consciousness, ready to challenge every thought-and woe to the intruder who cannot give the countersign! This time the dear old ruffian thought the matter serious enough to report Higher Up. "It is put plainly enough, emphatically enough, incontrovertibly enough" was the gist of his communication "that the first and most irretrievable trick of the enemy is to dupe you into passing Captain Coincidence as 'Friend', whereas he is naturally the most formidable of all your foes when it comes to a question of proof." Quite right , Sergea…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 12

The Holy Books

He, my prophet, hath chosen, knowing the law of the fortress, and the great mystery of the House of God. All these old letters of my Book are aright ; but ï is not the Star. This also is secret; my prophet shall reveal it to the wise. 58. I give unimaginable joys on earth: cer- tainty, not faith, While in life, upon death; peace unalterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice. 59. My incense is of resinous woods and gums; and there is no blood therein: because of my hair the trees of Eternity. 60. My number is II, as all their num…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 113

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…ey crowd of all classesofsociety, Christian andSaracen. Note esfiecially ISAAC, afat good-temferedjew, and an URCHIN of some twelve years old. Infront arejugg/ers, tumolers, singers and dancers, huchsters, etc., all of whom ply their trade merrily. The Oficial Procession now enters, the guard clearing away thesefolh. All take their seats, chatting. The Bishop is enthronea’, in full canonicals. He is sugfiported by three acolytes, bearing bel/, book and candle. LAYLAH brought in and [Sound to stake. The Bishop rises at a signalfrom the King, andoeg…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 113

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…ey crowd of all classesofsociety, Christian andSaracen. Note esfiecially ISAAC, afat good-temferedjew, and an URCHIN of some twelve years old. Infront arejugg/ers, tumolers, singers and dancers, huchsters, etc., all of whom ply their trade merrily. The Oficial Procession now enters, the guard clearing away thesefolh. All take their seats, chatting. The Bishop is enthronea’, in full canonicals. He is sugfiported by three acolytes, bearing bel/, book and candle. LAYLAH brought in and [Sound to stake. The Bishop rises at a signalfrom the King, andoeg…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 112

Mortadello

…ases of silver. MORTADELLO. What flagons ! ALESSANDRO. Ay, Cellini’s masterpiece. 1ST MASK. And these ? ALESSANDRO. Dug recently from an old grave in Greece. But that’s the shell ; the truth lies darkling in the deep.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 180

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…e past is dead—let London lights Mingle with London’s autumn nights! . . . The dull-red gleams of burnished fire, The wind-harp songs of old desire, Lost, pallid, steal through Autumn’s veils, The unsung songs, forgotten tales. . . . Autumn in London, young and bare, Autumn in London, gray and fair. . . . Through hazes of the times of eld Through mazes of the world compelled By the magic of the memory Of the love born by a sunlit sea— Through the gray dusk a faint pink glows, The aureole of a flower that blows In the garden of the gods: too lon…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 180

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…e past is dead—let London lights Mingle with London’s autumn nights! . . . The dull-red gleams of burnished fire, The wind-harp songs of old desire, Lost, pallid, steal through Autumn’s veils, The unsung songs, forgotten tales. . . . Autumn in London, young and bare, Autumn in London, gray and fair. . . . Through hazes of the times of eld Through mazes of the world compelled By the magic of the memory Of the love born by a sunlit sea— Through the gray dusk a faint pink glows, The aureole of a flower that blows In the garden of the gods: too lon…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 195

Collected Works (Vol. III)

LIBER TERTIUS VEL LABORIS 189 n amorous play, the ancient saws of eld And wisdom mystical From bearded lips must fall, Old eyes behold what young eyes ne’er beheld : Namely, the things beyond the triple veil Of space and time and cause, eternal woof Of misery overproof : And aged thoughts assail The younger hopes, and passion stands aloof, And silence takes possession, and the tale Of earth is told and done. Then from the Sire of all the Gods, from War And Love and Wisdom and the eternal Sun Worship is torn afar : While unto Thee, O Hades, turn…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 248

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ns, ll. 3 In such a conflict I stand neuter, 11. 183 In the Beginning God began, i. 251 In the blind hour of madness, |. 64 In the brave old days, 1. 82 In the days of the spring of my being, ili, 129 In the dim porchway, 1i. 69 In the fevered days and nights, il. 195 In the grim woods, i. 36 In the heather deeply hidden, iil, 136 In the hospital bed she lay, il. 1 In the night my passion fancies, i. 175 In the sorrow of the silence of the sunset, li. 25 In the spring, in the loud lost places, iil. 211 In the storm that divides the wild night, …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 9

Rosa Decidua

…nor water flows, But such a poison as Locusta never Distilled from toad, asp, viper, scorpion, Nightshade, gall, orpiment, Jews’ hearts, Old women’s tongues, by monstrous arts ; But this my poison drips, without endeavour, From the mere soul of the world’s rose ! What alchemy of hell this ronyon Venus has skill of ! Wonder that I live ! This has been like a bag-pipe drone to wail Its monotone through high, low, fast and slow. It has been like a secret cancer, Forcing all servants of the life to give Their work to the usurper ; all its themes as…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 117

The Scented Garden

The Origin of Religion. 109 Be this the song of El Qahar In gold on ivory enscrolled.5 1. Ascetic. Zahid, indifferently to represent the fat easy-going, conventional materialist, self-styled orthodox, common to all religions, and the despe- rate devotee who does not set his life at a pin’s fee when heaven is at stake. El Haji probably wishes to kill the two birds with one stone. 2. Another hint that all Religion is subjec- tive ; and that consequently mean men are Evan- gelicals, gross men Roman Catholics, cowards be- lievers in Eternal Punishm…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 69

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…n houses tottering, like the fate That hangs above my head even now , and meets Prayer and defiance as not hearing it. They lean , these old black streets ! a little sky Peeps through the gap, the rough stone path is lit Just for a little by the sun , and I Watch his red face pass over , fade away To other streets , and other passengers , See him take pleasure where the heathen pray , See him relieve the hunter of his furs , All the wide world awaiting him , all folk Glad at his coming , only I must weep ; Rest he or sink , my weary eyes invoke…

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