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1904 · PDF PAGE 39

The Sword of Song

…resolve that doubt of man’s ? How many are Hegelians ? This, though I hold him mostly true. But, to teach others that same view ? Surely long years develop reason.45 After long years, too, in thy season Bloom, Concentration’s midnight flower ! After much practice to this end I gain at last the long sought power (Which you believe you have this hour, But certainly have not, my friend !) Of keeping close the mind to one Thing at a time—suppose, the Sun. I gain this (Reverence to Ganesh’ !)46 And at that instant comprehend (The past and future ten…

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1947 · PDF PAGE 9

The Last Ritual

death shall be lovely : whoso seeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our age long love. Come ! lift up thine heart and rejoice ! We are one ; we are none. There is help and hope in other spells. Wisdom says : be strong ! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal ; refine thy rapture ! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art : if thou love, exceed by delicacy ; and if thou do ought joyous, let there be subtlety therein ! But exceed ! exceed ! Strive ever to more ! and if thou art truly mine—and…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 23

The Holy Books

…nd if thou art truly mine—and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous !—death is the crown of all. 73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, Ο man, unto thee. 74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long and desires death much is ever the King among the Kings. 75. Aye! listen to the numbers and the words: 76.4638ABK24ALGMOR3 YX24 89RP S TOVAL. What meaneth this, Ο prophet? Thou knowest not; nor shalt thou know ever. There cometh one to follow 22

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1905 · PDF PAGE 134

Oracles

…elled sword ; the tingling waves absorb Into their lustre as they move the light of all the sky. I am so faint for utter love I sigh and long to die. Far on the misty ocean’s verge flares out the Southern Cross, And the long billows on the marge of coral idly toss, This night of nights ! The stars disdain a lustre dusk or dim. Twin love-birds on the land complain, a wistful happy hymn. I turn my face toward the main : I laugh and dive and swim. Now fronts me foaming all the light of surf-bound waters pent ; Now from the black breast of the nigh…

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1926 · PDF PAGE 22

Liber Al vel Legis

…nd if thou art truly mine—and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous !—death is the crown of all. 73. Ah! Ah! Death! Death! thou shalt long for death. Death is forbidden, Ο man, unto thee. 74. The length of thy longing shall be the strength of its glory. He that lives long and desires death much is ever the King among the Kings. 75. Aye! listen to the numbers and the words: 76.4638ABK24ALGMOR3 YX24 89RP S TOVAL. What meaneth this, Ο prophet? Thou knowest not; nor shalt thou know ever. There cometh one to follow 22

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1909 · PDF PAGE 143

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE LOST SHEPHERD VI Under the willows the stream runs strong When the wind is shrill and high ; I wandered on, and I wandered long, Under the fleecy sky. A voice came out of a cloud to me, Saying, ‘‘ Hast thou brought thy heart with thee?” And much I marvelled, and won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of m…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 143

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

THE LOST SHEPHERD VI Under the willows the stream runs strong When the wind is shrill and high ; I wandered on, and I wandered long, Under the fleecy sky. A voice came out of a cloud to me, Saying, ‘‘ Hast thou brought thy heart with thee?” And much I marvelled, and won a song, And so the day passed by. VII I was a shepherd in other days, Ere ever the earth was old ; I wandered far into the Northern ways To bring back my sheep to the fold. Heyday ! but the time was drear and long, For I lost my pipe and my mountain-song, And all the others of m…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 90

Little Poems in Prose

…sy for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I think, the finest example of feminine denseness that one might meet in a long day’s march. We had passed a long day together which had seemed short to me; we had promised ourselves that we should have all our thoughts in common, and that thenceforward our two souls should be no more than one. A dream which has nothing original about it, after all, unless it be that, imagines by all men, it has been realized by none. In the evening you were a little tired, and wanted to sit down in …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 152

Orpheus

…ain Of the marred lives: I meditate awhile Not on the mere light of the girl, the smile Deepening down to the extremest kiss; Not of the long joys of the little isle Set in Ionian waters, where the years Passed, one long passion, too divine for tears, Too deep for laughter: but on that divine Sense beyond sense, the shadow of the spheres Lost in the all-pervading light of love: That bliss all passion and all praise above ; Impersonal, that fervour of the shrine Changed to pure peace that had its substance of (153

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1909 · PDF PAGE 221

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

… my clamorous dithyrambs Like a stain on the shield of the sky. With blood and censer and song I rent the mysterious veil : My eyes gaze long and long On the deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kisses awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. But—God! I was not content With the blasphemous secret of years ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grevious graft By the swing of h…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 221

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

… my clamorous dithyrambs Like a stain on the shield of the sky. With blood and censer and song I rent the mysterious veil : My eyes gaze long and long On the deep of that blissful bale. My cold grey kisses awake From the silence of utmost eld The grey cold slime of the snake That her beautiful body held. But—God! I was not content With the blasphemous secret of years ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grevious graft By the swing of h…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 203

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… went off with Alice Scott , And I was pitied for what he 'd done , In 1741. But Jimmy dear , you mustn 't cry ; Those bad old times are long gone by . And now I watch the children play And never grieve till they ' re away . You little boys are bold and strong And after mischief all day long ; Your pretty bodies , swift and free , Your shrilling voices , call to me . Oh Jimmy dear , will you away With Mary Ford to come and play ? That I may have you for my own , And never more be all alone ." And Mary stretched her arms to him , Till Jimmy shoo…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 58

Little Poems in Prose

XVII A WORLD IN A MANE LET me breathe long, long, the scent of thine hair; let me plunge my whole face into it as a thirsty man does in the water of a spring; let me stir thy tresses with thy hand like a per- fumed kerchief to wave memories in the air! If thou couldst know all that I see, all that I feel, all that I hear in thy hair! my soul goes journeying upon the wings of perfume like that of other men upon the wings of music. Thy hair contains a world of dream, full of sails and masts; it holds great seas whose winds bear me to charming cli…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 360

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…sible to distinguish the good money from the bad, except that the coiners had thoughtlessly struck one dollar of Amadeo II, who lived so long ago that his coins should have been more worn than these were. As we approached Madrid we found the people increasingly suspicious and unwilling to accept our pesos, and in the last hundred kilometres of so it was extremely difficult to get them to take our money at all and, therefore, to get food or shelter. But when we came to the city itself, instead of the nuisance reaching a climax, we found that it …

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1954 · PDF PAGE 90

Magick Without Tears

…wife has been savagely mauled by her Peke, he has to smile, and say that "there is a claim of error." Not good enough. N. It has taken a long while to clear the ground. That I did not expect; the above propositions are so familiar to me, they run so cleanly through my mind, that, until I came to set them down in order, I had no idea what a long and difficult business it all was. Still, it's a long lane, etc. We have seen that "Two" (or "Many") are unsatisfactory as origin, if only because they 4. "Vision" is a dreadfully bad word for it; "tranc…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 178

Oracles

THE HILLS I73 So, vague as a ghost swift faded, Steals dawn, and so sunset may see How her long long locks deep-braided Fall down to her breast and her knee. So night and so sunrise discover No light and no darkness to heed. Night is above her, and brings her no lover ; And day, but no deed. Such a sense is up and within me, A tongue as of mystical fire ! Love, beauty, and holiness win me To the end of the great desire, Where I cease from the thirst and the labour, As the land that no ploughman tills Lest the robber his neighbour unloosen the s…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 32

Jephthah

…the war. | But Victory lights on the banner Of Israel like to a bird; It flaps in the air, and Hosanna! Flings up to the sky for a word! Long streams of light horsemen are flashing Through fields where the tempest was lashing, Through the pools of the battle-blood splashing, Long swords to the rout of the herd. For fighters slip down on the dying, And flying folk stumble on dead, And the sound of the pitiless crying Of slaughter is heavy and red, The sound of the lust of the slayer As fierce as a Persian’s prayer, And the sound of the loud harp…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 97

Orpheus

…After the end. And then, O soul endued (In this my solitude) With all the thousand elements of life, Shall I not call thee wife ? O Muse long wooed! Long called to in the forest, on the mountain, Reached after in the fountain, Grasped in the slumberous sea, And yet, ever, aye, ever! escaping me! But here where the wise pen And silver cadences outrunning song, And clear sweet clean-chiselled English, sharp and strong Of the one man among the latter men Who lived with Nature, saw her face to face, And died not: here in this consummate place, Immo…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 58

White Stains

…ad, since it has no power to grow, to bloom ; Live, since I may not bury it within The gaping tomb Where virtue lies, that I, imperious, Long since interred with hope, and all life’s joy save sin.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 23

Gargoyles

‘* Nay,” said the barber, ‘‘ long ago he passed Where all delights are ’stinguished at the last, And all good things forgotten, wallahy! He died—aha now !—no—yes—let me see! Ten years, three months, four days, as I’m a sinner, Since Hassan let the—shame—at Ali’s dinner.” 15

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