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Page 39 of 1961913 · PDF PAGE 195
…shall I come to thee Who am at last awakened? Oh, my Rose, My Rose of my lost World, O Rose! Rose! Rose ! Pity me for that now I may not love thee, Pity me for the unquenchable desire, Never to be gratified, I bear toward thee! Pity me for my youth, the scattered dreams That are fallen from the shattered casket of my soul. Yet will I ravish thee even now, my queen ; I will fasten my fangs in thy breast, and drink thy blood, Thy leprous blood, to make me mad with hate, And frenzied with unsatisfied desire— I will make my bed with thee, thou harl…
1913 · PDF PAGE 195
…shall I come to thee Who am at last awakened? Oh, my Rose, My Rose of my lost World, O Rose! Rose! Rose ! Pity me for that now I may not love thee, Pity me for the unquenchable desire, Never to be gratified, I bear toward thee! Pity me for my youth, the scattered dreams That are fallen from the shattered casket of my soul. Yet will I ravish thee even now, my queen ; I will fasten my fangs in thy breast, and drink thy blood, Thy leprous blood, to make me mad with hate, And frenzied with unsatisfied desire— I will make my bed with thee, thou harl…
1910 · PDF PAGE 85
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING Of Bhakta Yoga the “ Narada Stra” says: 58. Love (Bhakti) is easier than other methods. 59. Being self-evident it does not depend on other truths. 60. And from being of the nature of peace and supreme bliss.* This exquisite little S@tra commences: 1. We will now explain Love. 2. Its nature is extreme devotion to some one. 3. Love is immortal. 4. Obtaining it man becomes perfect, becomes immortal, becomes satisfied. 5. And obtaining it he desires nothing, grieves not, hates not, does not delight, makes no effort. 6…
1910 · PDF PAGE 85
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING Of Bhakta Yoga the “ Narada Stra” says: 58. Love (Bhakti) is easier than other methods. 59. Being self-evident it does not depend on other truths. 60. And from being of the nature of peace and supreme bliss.* This exquisite little S@tra commences: 1. We will now explain Love. 2. Its nature is extreme devotion to some one. 3. Love is immortal. 4. Obtaining it man becomes perfect, becomes immortal, becomes satisfied. 5. And obtaining it he desires nothing, grieves not, hates not, does not delight, makes no effort. 6…
1905 · PDF PAGE 246
…irit: and above Hangs Sin, vast vampire, the corrupt, that swings Her unredeeming wings Over the world, and flaps for lust of Death —and Love! VENUS. This man was drained of music! Five new songs Chase the three ancient to oblivion! Oh! Love is grown fury! TANNHAUSER. Kall me! VENUS. In the kiss. [TANNHAUSER Sleeps, ACT III. For Love is lord of truth and loyalty, Lifting himself out of the lowly dust On golden piumes up to the purest sky, Above the reach of loathly sinful lust, Whose base affect through cowardly distrust Of his weak wings dare …
1898 · PDF PAGE 17
… 13 LOT. And while he lingered ... they brought him forth, and set him without the city. GEN. xix. 16. TURN back from safety : in my love abide, Whose lips are warm as when, a virgin bride, I clung to thee ashamed and very glad, Whose breasts are lordlier for the pain they had, Whose arms cleave closer than thy spouses own, Thy spouseO lover, kiss me, and atone ! All my veins bleed for love, my ripe breasts beat And lay their bleeding blossoms at thy feet ! Spurn me no more ! O bid these strangers go ; Turn to my lips till their cup overf…
1903 · PDF PAGE 62
…uble fiery sting Exalting us in joy foreseen to swell A mighty exultation ; it befell, However, that I saw the shadowy thing Lurk behind love, and flap a scornful wing, Seeing our honour stood a citadel. I saw the foolishness of love and saith : “ I am exalted over shame and death, But will not take my fill of death and shame.” For each kiss leaps, a more insistent breath, And adds fresh fuel to the amorous flame, Not quells it—Is not honour but a name ? 42
1911 · PDF PAGE 75
THE SCORPION A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY “ God is Love.”—Epistles of St John ό7
1911 · PDF PAGE 75
THE SCORPION A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS BY ALEISTER CROWLEY “ God is Love.”—Epistles of St John ό7
1929 · PDF PAGE 129
… annoyed to this day when I think of it. I ought to have followed the ideal of Gauguin. It was absurd to have got so far only to fall in love with a white woman. I know now that white women introduce the idea of impurity into love in one way or another. There is something either vicious or intellectual about them. Love should be a strictly physiological matter, with just that amount of natural emotion that goes with it. But then, such simple happiness is not for me. Anyhow, I decided to spend a month on Waikiki Beach. I had a vague idea of gett…
1899 · PDF PAGE 55
…est shrine. I am of those Who hear their brazen clanging as they close Fastward on life, I wane to-night, wearied with endless strife, A lover always, never yet a wife, Lost in loves woes. O bitter doom ! Fierce love flames up, then sinks in eddying gloom Across the waves Whose awful stillness are lovers graves, Who chant in fearful melody the staves Of bitter doom. Not unperceived of Cypris did her song Die fitfully upon her tremulous tongue, Nor fell the melody on cruel ears : The bright-throat goddess sped through many spheres Of sight, b…
1901 · PDF PAGE 44
…se of purple blisses Beats calm and cool and light. No life so fair with roses, No day so swift to close is ; No cushion so reposes Fair love so sweet and slight. Sleep greets the morn and takes us ; The wood that wonders makes us Soft noises heard above. The sunny snake forsakes us, The noon sun lastly wakes us, To watch the wooing dove ; And day draws on delighted To leave us there benighted, Once more divinely plighted In perfect moon of love.
1905 · PDF PAGE 94
…yer. Thy wing too wide, and the bliss too sweet for me to share. Thou art Nature and God ! I am broken in the wheelings of thy car ; Thy love-song unheard or unspoken, and I cannot see thy star. Thou art not cold, but bitter is thy burning cry to me. My tiny heart were fitter for a mortal than for thee. But I cast away the mortal, and I choose the tortured way, And I stand before thy portal, and my face is cold and grey. Thou lovest me with a love more terrible than death ; But thou art in the above, and my wings feel no wind’s breath. Thou art…
1913 · PDF PAGE 317
…ty of her well-belovéd son! Il THE BINARY TuE binary is more particularly the number of woman, mate of man and mother of society. Man is love in intelligence; woman is intelligence in love. Woman is the smile of the Creator content with Himself, and it is after making her that He rested, says the divine parable. Woman stands before man because she is mother, and all is forgiven her in advance, because she brings forth in sorrow. Woman initiated herself first into immortality through death; then man saw her to be so beautiful, and understood her…
1913 · PDF PAGE 317
…ty of her well-belovéd son! Il THE BINARY TuE binary is more particularly the number of woman, mate of man and mother of society. Man is love in intelligence; woman is intelligence in love. Woman is the smile of the Creator content with Himself, and it is after making her that He rested, says the divine parable. Woman stands before man because she is mother, and all is forgiven her in advance, because she brings forth in sorrow. Woman initiated herself first into immortality through death; then man saw her to be so beautiful, and understood her…
1898 · PDF PAGE 32
I said : the height is as the deep, Twin breasts of one white dove ; Death’s face is as the face of Sleep, And Lust is likest Love. And with my blood I forced the door That guards the palaces of sin ; I reached the lake’s cinereous shore ; I passed those groves within. My blood was wasted in her veins, To freshen them, who stood like death, Our Lady of ten thousand Pains With heavy kissing breath. I said : Our Lady is as God, Her hell of pain as heaven above ; Death’s feet, like Sleep’s, with fire are shod, And Lust is likest Love. Our Lady cru…
1899 · PDF PAGE 10
…ngs of a dove ; We are sheltered in the shadow of thy wing. Are the roses dead to-day ? Is the wine spilt ? Is the flute Broken ? Is thy lover fled ? Has the dancer danced away ? Is the voice of ocean mute ? Is the hour of dreamland dead ? Nay, the slumbers of thine head Shall be until thy lures. Love shall gird thee as a garment while thy very life endures Sing, lute, sing a sweeter measure, Drown the wild discordant notes, Life, sob out thy chant of pleasure (Love a lure, and life a treasure) As a thousand thrushes passion Throbbed it from a…
1901 · PDF PAGE 58
…ventre ! ”—Old proverb. The worst of meals is that we have to meet. They trick my purpose and evade my will, Remind my conscience that I love her still, And pull my spirit from its lofty seat. For I withdraw myself : my stealthy feet Seek half-ashamed the alembic which I fill To the epic-mark—one sonnet to distil, In this poor miracle—my love to cheat. Dinner clangs cheerily from my lady’s gong. A man must eat in intervals of song ! Swift feet run back to hide my hate of her. And then—that hate flies truant, as my thought Rests (surely it besee…
1929 · PDF PAGE 35
…ychology!" she laughed back at him. "I ought to deny it indignantly. And I surely am crazy to leap in the dark — only it isn't dark when Love is the lamp." "Be careful of love!" the old magician warned her. "Love is a Jack o' Lantern, and hovers over bogs and graves; it's but a luminous bubble of poisonous gas. In our Order we say 'Love is the law, love under will.' Will is
1899 · PDF PAGE 84
…ilver the woods glow When the sun is low, And the moon sails up like music on a sea of breathing snow. Chain and curse are passed away ; Love proclaims the day. Dawned his sunrise oer the sea, Changing olive waves to be Founts of emerald and sapphire ; he is risen, we are free. Light and dark are wed together Into golden weather ; Sun and moon have kissed, and built Palaces star-gilt Whence a crystal stream of joy, loves eternal wine, is spilt.