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1929 · PDF PAGE 195

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…able distance has to be covered) and crossed the lake to Baramula. The crossing should have taken five hours; it took twelve. We lazed a day among the delights of comparative comfort, marred only by the return of my malaria. But on the sixth I drove in a tonga to Srinagar, 132 days after leaving it. The expedition to Chogo Ri was over. {331} 42 After about a week in Srinagar, I accepted an invitation to stay with Radcliffe at his headquarters in Baramula, to go shooting. I travelled by dunga in order to see a little more of native life and char…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 40

Tale of Archais

…ves, looked never up, but with the swing Of strong fierce limbs, clove through the water gray. Hearing her voice, he answered, “ Ere the day Has fallen from his pinnacle must I Reach sea-girt Paphos, with a bitter cry To clasp the knees of Cytherea, and pray That she will aid me.” Then the billows lay Fondly quiescent while she answered him : “ Yea, are thine eyes with weeping grown so dim Thou canst not see who hovers over thee ? For I am she thou seekest. Come with me And tell me all thy grief ; thy prayer is heard Before thy spirit clothes i…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 70

Tale of Archais

…ow of a pain.” “ But I, but I ”—“ Yea, verily, fear not But stratagem may lift thy bitter lot From thy worn shoulders. Thus for half the day Thou art as free as air, as woodland fay Treading the circle of unearthly green, By maiden eyes at summer midnight seen. These hours of freedom thy may’st use to free Love from his toils, and joy and goodly gree Shall be thy guerdon. Listen ! I have power To change thy semblance in thy happier hour ; Thou shall assume the countenance of Love’s Divinest maiden in the darkling groves Of Ida. There shall thou…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 26

The Soul of Osiris

…OSIRIS. Only to me her eyelids sever And lips respire her equal breath ; Still in the unknown star I see The very god that is of me. The day’s pale countenance is lifted, The rude sun’s forehead he uncovers ; No soft delicious clouds have drifted, No wing of midnight’s bird that hovers ; Yet still the hard blind blue is rifted, And still my star and I as lovers Yearn to each other through the sky With eyes half closed in ecstasy. Night, Night, O mother Night, descend ! O daughter of the sleeping sea ! O dusk, O sister-spirit, lend Thy wings, th…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 143

Ambergris

…th with fiery light ; Thine heart a secret sun of flame ! I adore the insuperable might : I bow before the unspoken Name. For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and I to-morrow, born Now and again, on high, on high Travelling on Dian’s naked horn ! I am the Soul that doth create

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1913 · PDF PAGE 46

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Rupert Brooke. Day long and watch the Cambridge sky, And, flower -lulled in sleepy grass , Hear the cool lapse of hours pass , Until the centuries blend and blur In Grantchester , in Grantchester . . . . Still in the dawnlit waters cool His ghostly Lordship swims his pool, And tries the strokes , essays the tricks, Long learnt on Hellespont, or Styx ; Dan Chaucer hears his river still Chatter beneath a phantom mill ; Tennyson notes , with studious eye, How Cambridge waters hurry by . . . And in that garden , black and white , Creep whispers thr…

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1917 · PDF PAGE 4

The Law of Liberty

The times. A feast for the first night of the Prophet and his Bride! A Law of feast for the three days of the writing of the Book of the Law. A aberty. feast for Tahuti and the children of the Prophet—secret, O prophet! A feast for the Supreme Ritual, and a feast for the Equinox of the Gods. A feast for fire and a feast for water; a feast for life and a greater feast for death! A feast every day in your hearts in the joy of my rapture! A feast every night unto Nu, and the pleasure of uttermost delight! Aye! Feast! Rejoice! There is no dread her…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 62

Jephthah

…oo, changing these funereal vestments Will clothe in moonlike splendour, candid robes Of priestly purity, our joyous selves. O fortunate day! O measured steps of noon, Quicken, if once ye stayed for Joshua, To keep sweet music to our hearts. Away! [Exeunt all but Jared. JARED. I will await, and hide myself away Behind yon bushes, to behold the plot Bud to fulfilment. Then, Leviathan, I am thy master. Mockery of a God That seest this thing prosper—Ha! thine altar! Let me give thanks, Jehovah! O thou God That rulest Israel as sheep and slaves, Bu…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 20

The Poem

…AUGHAN. Esmé, I am here, your father. ESME, Ah! it comes back. He is dead. Oh, God! Oh, God! And we were to have been married a month to-day. . VAUGHAN. And he left the poem and could not finish it. ESME [ pointing to scattered papers on a table}, What have you been doing with those papers, father ?

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1901 · PDF PAGE 19

Carmen Saeculare

…orified ! O Spirit of Illimitable Light ! O Thou with style and tablet ! Answer me In that dread pomp of Triumph and of Right, The awful day : my witnesses are Ye That I have said in all men’s sound and sight The things that are to be. 17

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1901 · PDF PAGE 53

The Soul of Osiris

…lies anew ; I called her my love and God’s daughter ! I gave her a sceptre of may, I gave her a girdle of green, I drew her to music and day, I led her the beautiful way To the land where the Winds lie between. So still lingers sun upon sea, Still twilight draws down to the world ; The light of my spirit is she, The soul of her love is in me ; Lithe kisses with music are curled. Like light on the meadows we dwell ; Like twilight clings heart unto heart ; Like midnight the depth of the spell Our love weaves, and stronger than hell The guards of …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 87

Why Jesus Wept

…of the wonderful workings of the Holy Ghost, don’t you think so, my dear ? and I hear they’re to be received into fellowship next Lord’s Day. II AGÉD SISTER, do. The young people are interested in one anotherI, are they not ? I AGÉD SISTER, do. Yes ! it’s all very dear and blesséd. But hush ! how beauti- fully Mr. Worcester is expounding about Barabbas ! MR. G. K. CHESTERTON, do. This scene is all description and no drama, and ought to satisfy Mr. Bernard Shaw’s idea of a dramatic scene. (The beau- tiful woman gets up and goes. The poet hastily…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 139

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…AUGHAN. Esmé, I am here, your father. ESME, Ah! it comes back. He is dead. Oh, God! Oh, God! And we were to have been married a month to-day. . VAUGHAN. And he left the poem and could not finish it. ESME [ pointing to scattered papers on a table}, What have you been doing with those papers, father ?

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1912 · PDF PAGE 51

Mortadello

…staggers, and falls into ALESSANDRO’S arms. LUCREZIA. [Aside] Sandro, stay ! Follow the course agreed. ALESSANDRO. The dog must have his day. Oh ! but you’re hurt ! MORTADELLO. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It missed her heart. Give thanks to God, young sir. A PHYSICIAN, entering hastily, L PHYSICIAN. Make way ! All’s well. My art can save her. ALESSANDRO. Sure ? PHYSICIAN. If skill can say ! See ! there’s no dirt or venom on the dagger-blade ; A simple hur…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 288

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…, each feeling instinctively that he had found a sympathetic spirit. The march from Bhamo to Tengyueh had been rater eventful. The first day was a pleasant ride of about nine miles to Mamouk where we dined at the officers' mess. We were still in the Burmese atmosphere and the minds of the people were preoccupied with European affairs and disease. There was no trace of the singular horror with which I was to come in contact beyond the frontier, a horror from which I found no one but Litton himself entirely free, until I got into the sphere of Fr…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 185

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…history see Wilhelm Meinhold., 2 When Crowley was benighted on the way from Iguala to Mexico City, whither he was riding unattended. The day is over, when the lizard darted, A flash of green, the emerald outclassed ; Night is collapsed upon the vale: departed All but the Close, suggestive of the Vast. The heavy tropic scent-inspiring gloom Clothes the wide air, the circumambient cether. The earth grins open, as it were a tomb, _ And struggling earthquakes gnash their teeth beneath her. The night is monstrous: in the flickering fire Strange face…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 80

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…oo, changing these funereal vestments Will clothe in moonlike splendour, candid robes Of priestly purity, our joyous selves. O fortunate day! O measured steps of noon, Quicken, if once ye stayed for Joshua, To keep sweet music to our hearts. Away! [Exeunt all but Jared. JARED. I will await, and hide myself away Behind yon bushes, to behold the plot Bud to fulfilment. Then, Leviathan, I am thy master. Mockery of a God That seest this thing prosper—Ha! thine altar! Let me give thanks, Jehovah! O thou God That rulest Israel as sheep and slaves, Bu…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 121

The Soul of Osiris

…er, blood, and tears, For the remission of our carrion years. So deepen all the mountains : even so The wandering shadows close upon the day ; The sunlight burns its fading ruby glow On the chaotic way. Night falls, and I must tread the dizzy steep Again, to plunge to the devouring deep. The blessing of the Highest shall be set On your white heads, O monarchs of the snow ! The blessing of the Highest, lightening yet The burdens that ye know. So, as three golden arrows of the sun Strike, may the threefold sacrament be One !

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1905 · PDF PAGE 25

Orpheus

…of inmost being Wraps thee in, and cuts the world away ; Sight and sound lose hearing and lose seeing, All the night is one with all the day? Hearken to her sighing! Life droops down as dying, Melting in the clasp of amorous limbs and hair ; All the darkening world Round about ye furled— Dost thou know, or, knowing, dost thou care? 26

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1913 · PDF PAGE 203

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…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 shook in every limb ; He shook for pity , he shook for fear , He shook for love of his Mary dear . He loves her dear as she smiles to him , Poor Mary F…

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