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1911 · PDF PAGE 203

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…t of the Father of the Godsl Bear the bowls of Libation ! (dam). Be silent and secret I For it is by stealth that we are here assembled. Know that Saturn hath been deceived, having swallowed a black stone, thinking it to be his son, the child Jupiter. But Jupiter is here enthroned, and shall overthrow his father. Beware then lest ye break silence—until Jupiter be ready to make war! TYPHON. Him that speaketh will I slay forthright! [A longþause. 23

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1911 · PDF PAGE 203

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…t of the Father of the Godsl Bear the bowls of Libation ! (dam). Be silent and secret I For it is by stealth that we are here assembled. Know that Saturn hath been deceived, having swallowed a black stone, thinking it to be his son, the child Jupiter. But Jupiter is here enthroned, and shall overthrow his father. Beware then lest ye break silence—until Jupiter be ready to make war! TYPHON. Him that speaketh will I slay forthright! [A longþause. 23

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1912 · PDF PAGE 25

Sir Palamedes

Quod he: “ By Goddes holy spell, So high a venture was not known, Nor so divine a miracle. A certain beast there runs alone, That ever in his belly sounds A hugeous cry, a monster moan, As if a thirty couple hounds Quested within him. Now God saith (I swear it by His holy wounds And by His lamentable death, And by His holy Mother’s face !) That he shall know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace Who shall achieve this marvel quest.” Then Arthur sterte up from his place, And sterte up boldly all the rest, And sware to seek this…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 73

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aleister Crowley . I know no happiness , no pain , No swift emotion , no disdain , No pity ; but the boundless light Of the Eternal Love, unslain , Flows through me to redeem the night . Mine is a sad slow life ; but I , I would not gain release and die A moment ere my task be done . To falter now were treachery , I should not dare to greet the sun ! Yet in one hour I dare not hope, The mighty gate of Life may ope , And call me upwards to unite (Even my soul within the scope ) With That Unutterable Light. Steady of purpose , girt with Truth , I…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 314

Diary of a Drug Fiend

… become the partner of that murderous villain with his hypocritical piety, that was another matter. That was a matter of honour. I don’t know how long I stood there. I lived a lifetime in a second, and I made up my mind once for all to be done with such dirt. I slipped out and came here. I’m half insane myself at this moment with craving for H.; but I won’t take it till I’ve seen this thing through. The pain of my body helps me to bear up against the mortal anguish of my soul. Oh, I know it’s heroics and hysterics—you can call me what you like—…

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1930 · PDF PAGE 35

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 4)

…ance of names and natures, and enjoy the substance of simplicity by watching the wanderings of my shadows. I am not that which is not; I know not that which knows not; I love not that which loves not. For I am Love, whereby division dies in delight; I am Knowledge, whereby ail parts, plunged in the whole, perish and pass into perfection; and I am that I am, the being wherein Being is lost in Nothing, nor deigns to be but by its Will to unfold its nature, its need to express its perfection in ail possibilités, each phase a partial phantasm, and …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 51

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… so? He told you other thing. CHORUS. Nay, lord, no saying that we understood. JEPHTHAH. Speak thou its purport ; I may understand. For, know you, in the desert where I dwelt I had strange store of books obscure ; books written Not openly for fools, but inwardly Toward the heart of wise men. And myself Studied no little while upon these things, And, seeking ever solitude, I went Nightly upon a rock that stood alone Threatening the sandy wilderness, and prayed. Where many visions came before mine eyes So strange—these eyes have started from my h…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 26

Tannhäuser

" Thus," riddled he, " thy heart shall know its Peace ! " Let be ! I ride upon the sand instead, Look to the Cross, whereon I take mine ease ! Let be ! Just so the Roman soldier said. Esaias ? He is dead— as I am dead ! What was his symbol and his riddle's key ? Go, seek the stars and count them and explore! Go, sift the sands beyond a starless sea ! So, find an answer where the dismal shore Of time beats back eternity ! No more ! Let me ride on more hastily than this. That so my body may be tired of me. And fling me to the old forgetful kiss. …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 48

Konx Om Pax

…on Abiegnus, and my name is ‘ Flodden ' Iames. I am not up to small deceits or any sinful games: And I’ll tell in simple language what I know about the bounder That broke up our Society—and also broke the founder l ” The Clippers . . . . Eccentrics. Happy Hal Barthe with Tim Urah and Ike Baker . . Quick Change Artists. Le Marbre . . . . Lightning Calculator. Mac and Mic . . . . Face Artists. THE YONLY YEATS. \Vhat are Yeats? Berridge and his Magic Clasp. Mo Locke and Bill Feegur . Serios. Miss Schnarr . . . . Diseuse. Shaddai L. Hye in his grea…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 83

Sir Palamedes

…on my soul’s poor fort assailed By all the hosts of devilry ! Is there no medicine but death That shall avail me in my place, That I may know the Beauteous Breath And taste the Goodly Gift of Grace? Keep Thou yet firm this trembling leaf My soul, dear God Who died for men; Yea! for that sinner-soul the chief, Sir Palamede the Saracen!” 77

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1912 · PDF PAGE 100

Sir Palamedes

…seen the Beast? The quest that wins The loftiest prize of chivalry >?” Sir Knight,” he answers, “hast thou seen Aught of that Beast? How knowest thou, then, That it is ever or hath been, Sir Palamede the Saracen?” Sir Palamede was well awake. “Nay! I deliberate deep and long, Yet find no answer fit to make To thee. The weak beats down the strong; The fool’s cap shames the helm. But thou! I know thee for the shade that haunts My way, sets shame upon my brow, My purpose dims, my courage daunts. Then, since the thinker must be dumb, At least the k…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 116

Sir Palamedes

…tore down the tapestry That hid the door. All ashen-hued The knights laid hand to sword. But he (Sir Palamedes) in the gap Was found—God knoweth—bitterly Weeping. Cried Arthur: “Strange the hap! My knight, my dearest knight, my friend ! What gift had Fortune in her lap Like thee? Embrace me!” “ Rather rend Your garments, if you love me, sire!” (Quod he). “Iam come unto the end. All mine intent and my desire, My quest, mine oath—all, all is done. Burn them with me in fatal fire! For I have failed. All ways, each one I strove in, mocked me. If I …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 166

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…eet spirit cannot reach My fury. You are silent. Yet you love! I read it in the terror of your eyes, The crimson of your burning face. I know you love me! me! O she will rough— My overmastering desire to you— My queen, my wife, this maddens me. I know, Cora, Cora, tell die! JI would not—I was CORA (recove: zig). You fool! You beast! I hate you for your stupid self ! Tamdefiled! Go! Touch menot! Speak not ! Tam accursed of the Lord my God. [.SArzeks, Uxric (sttl/ passzonate, yet frill of tender concern). Darling! my darling! How have I done this…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 192

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… cry Of worlds in agony Answered the groans of those who weep, and cannot die. MINOS. Iron of heart and strong, We also suffer wrong. We know these words are just. not. Though thy song Were the sole word of Zeus, Should that avail to loose The bands of Being firm, invulnerable dews Tincturing its bitter brass, Shielding its vital mass From every word that cries, ‘‘ Thus, and thy day shall pass.” We avail ALACUS. Typhon ! Typhon ! Typhon ! Heard ye that awful moan Leap through the blackness from the miser- able throne? Vain as each pallid ghost,…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 37

Moonchild

… are — and it's no credit to guess right, my young friend, but a deceit of the devil, like winning at roulette. I'm deducing from what I know. Therefore, the fact that I'm wrong proves that there is something I don't know — and it worries me. But, clearly, we must get into a properly protected area without a moment wasted. That is, you must. I'll watch at the front. There must be somebody big behind that clumsy fool Akbar Pasha." "Yes; I've been guessing," admitted Cyril, with some shame. "Or, perhaps worse, I've let my ego expand, and taken th…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 140

The Soul of Osiris

…e eyes Behold my grief, and sympathise ! I cannot round the perfect wheel, Attain not to the fuller end. In part I love, in part I feel, Know, worship, will, and comprehend. O Mother Nephthys, fill me up Thine own perfection’s deadly cup ! My aspiration quails within me ; “ My heart is fixed,” in vain I cry ; The little loves and whispers win me : “ Eli, lama sabacthani ! ” O Chomse, moon-god, grant thy boon, The silver pathway of the moon ! Beyond the Glory of the Dawn, Beyond the Splendour of the Sun, Thy secret Spirit is withdrawn, The plume…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 133

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

H . O . Meredith . First man creating his first God In his own image dimly known , More treacherous than the quaking sod , And harder hearted than the stone ! Tiger and snake who hunted me , The thunder crash , the swollen stream , I worshipped - wanton cruelty , Mad perils of a maniac dream . I peopled earth a new found hell With the new devil of my soul , That thought might find a place to dwell And the dire chaos seem a whole . For strange I saw my first sun rise And felt his warmth upon my flesh And screaming , with distorted eyes Fled from…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 80

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…nues long, not pray jet me speak. VY YOU Denys fidgeting more and more. DENYS, ALAIN politely :| The wind has gone down some- ° what. We know you. [ALAIN falls into a fit of silent D laughter. DENYS rtses and puts ENYS. [Lronicadly.| I am too honoured. ALAIN. Well? DENYs. You speak of a lady tome. You mistake me ALAIN. [I hope so. DENYS. Do not entrust a stranger with your family secrets, is my advice—as a man of the world. ALAIN. But my nephew !— DENYS. I do not even know your lordship’s honourable nephew. ALAIN. I may yet show you a sneaking …

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1929 · PDF PAGE 163

Moonchild

This is a most dangerous place. Why did you bring us here? Surely you know that to touch the cone is certain death to us?" Iliel understood. The human souls had long since made themselves perfect, true images of the cosmos, by accepting the formula of Love and Death; they had made the great sacrifice again and again; they were veterans of the spiritual world-war, and asked nothing better than to go back to the trenches. But these others were partial souls; they had not yet [230] attained humanity; they had not understood that in order to grow o…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 33

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…straught. For our hope is in His holy Places, and our prayers ascend Fervent, and may sunder slowly The blue darkness at the end. For we know not where to send For a sword to cleanse the land, For a sharp two-edgéd brand, All our homesteads to defend. For amid the desert sand Lives an outcast of our race, Strong, immutable, and grand,

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