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1909 · PDF PAGE 199

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…d stronger than prayer. “O beautiful, adorable, wonderful! O soul of wicked- ness! Supreme abomination, I invoke Thee! I worship Thee! I love Thee! Body and soul, I invoke Thee! Awake! Arise! Move! Manifest thy bliss to me, the soul that hungers for thy wisdom, as my body aches for thy kisses! “ Have not I wooed Thee and awaited Thee? But Thou comest not. By what spell may I conjure Thee? AmI the mock of Thy majesty? Ah, my god, my master, my lover— nay, that Thou art not. “But I love Thee! I worship Thee!” With supreme force she cried out upon…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 30

Mortadello

… my skirt with even a fugitive Faint thought of evil, cleanse my heart and soul thereof, As thou dost heal all men’s misdeeds with eager love. Our Lady of Vigilance, behold me ! I am weak. My life’s inheritance to take there are those that seek. There are evil men that hunt me to destroy me—Thou When they arise, confront them, hear thy virgin’s vow. Forgive them, even as I through thee am wholly shriven ; Let that absolve whereby all men may be forgiven ! Turn thou their hearts to grace, accept their penitence, That they may see thy face, gain …

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1954 · PDF PAGE 394

Magick Without Tears

…erior, a master and slave relationship, (d) the magical conditions at the time must be suitable and propitious; e.g., one would not make love to a salamandrine during a sandstorm. Of course, like all operations , any such efforts must be justified by their consonance with one's True Will. On this note I end this abortive letter. Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally, 666

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1929 · PDF PAGE 506

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…foot upon the neck of the Snake that strove to shake my faith in the existence of perfection. On July 8th, the Cat returned to New York. Love had conquered. We consecrated ourselves that same night to its service. But though the Cat had given herself thus simply and straightforwardly, she enjoyed the exercise of her power over me by tormenting me with doubts of her truth. She pretended to be disgusted by the sexual side of love and in a thousand ways kept me on pins and needles. Not many days elapsed before she suddenly left the city without le…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 95

The Argonauts

…tween the islands sheer and steep Our craft treads noiseless o’er the deep. Turned to the gold heart of the west, The sun’s last sigh of love expressed Ere the lake glimmer, borrow sleep From clouds and tinge their edges; weep That night brings love not to his breast, But only rest. We move toward the golden track Shed in the water: we look back Eastward, where rose is set to warn Promise and prophecy of dawn Reflected, lest the ocean lack In any space serene or slack Some colour, blushing o’er the fawn Dim-lighted lawn. And under all the shado…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 135

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…andum et auritas fidibus canoris Ducere quercus. —Ffor, Carm,, Taib. I. xii. INTRODUCTORY ODE. When virgin I came to him stainless, When love was a pleasure and painless ! _ What Destiny dreams and discovers Sur. a. : The fragrance men know for a lover's? | Peace turned into laughter and tears, ‘Borne down the cold stream of the years ! CALLIOPE, ORPHEUS. CALLIOPE. IN the days of the spring of my being, When maidenly bent I above Ant. a. The head of the poet, and, seeing Orpuegus Not love, was the lyre of his love ; ° When laurels I bore to the…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 107

The Law is for All

108 The Law is for All And he must love this chosen Form, love it with fearful fer­ vour; it is the face of his Fate that craves his kiss, and in her eyes Enigma blazes and smoulders; she is his death, her body his coffin where he may rot and stink, or writhe in damned dreams, self­ slain, or rise in incorruption self-renewed, immortal and identical, fulfilling himself wholly in and by her, splashing all space with sparkling stars his sons and daughters, each star an image of his own infinity made manifest, mood after mood, by her magick to mou…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 18

The Mother’s Tragedy

…f ! I am no saintly virgin wrapped in prayer, Nor is my life one river of clear water Drawn from the wells of God. You foolish child! My love for you you cannot understand, Nor the low motive—you have shown it me— Of this beginning of our talk. MADELINE. Say on! CORA, meaningly. Much less you understand the love I bear To Ulric! MADELINE gzves a little cry. Heart of Christ! it cannot be! | CORA. No, child; I tricked you. Is your secret out ?

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1901 · PDF PAGE 96

The Mother’s Tragedy

…our marriage-melody, We are careless, we Achzean Moulders of our destiny. Hell, it may be, for his playing, Renders Orpheus the decaying Love—in Hell, if Hell there be, I would seek Eurydice! If she be the demon sister Of my brain’s mysterious womb; If she brand my soul and blister Me with kisses of the tomb; If she drag me where the bistre Vaults of Hell gape wide in gloom ; Little matter! I have kissed her! Little matter! as a loom She has woven love around me, As with burning silver bound me, Held me to her scented skin For an age of deadly …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 25

Tannhäuser

…er him : he bade me not despair. " The Blood of the Osiris " was his word : (Meaning the Christ?) "The life, the tears, the tomb ! " The Love of I sis is its name ! " (I heard This for the love of Mary.) In her womb Brews the Elixir, and the roses bloom. For the Three Maries (so he said) were One : Three aspects of the mystic spouse of God, Isis ! This pagan ! " Look towards the Sun " (Quoth he) " And seek a winepress to be trod ; " With Beauty girdled, garlanded, and shod.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 134

The Scented Garden

…form that one Seeing it, might be well content to die. [So Allah blazes brighter than the noon ; No water stains His spotless unity. His love once hold thee, He will never loose ; But shake with rapture to the utmost “ I ” ; The perfume of His love is wonderful, And tender is He as a virgin’s eye, While for His beauty are no words of earth, Nor can the heavens this need with song supply.]3 So thou with Allah, man ! hold Him as dear (Nay, dearer !) as the apple of thine eye.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 97

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ndewed by tears Didst thou desert the courts of men . Tell me thy truth , grave Magdalen !" She trembled , and her eyes grew dim : “ For love of Him , for love of Him .” I ROSE FROM DREAMLESS HOURS . | ROSE from dreamless hours and sought the morn 1 That beat upon my window : from the sill I watched sweet lands , where Autumn light new - born Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill . If things so lovely are , why labour still To dream of something more than this I see ? Do I remember tales of Galilee , I who have slain my faith , and …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 169

Collected Works (Vol. I)

162 THE MOTHER’S TRAGEDY ULRIC. What is my life without the love of thee? CoRA. I hate each word as I do hate the devil. ULRIC. I am bound a slave Tt will eat me up. I, each evasion. To this wild passion. CORA. You cannot guess the horror that you speak. I tell you, if I know your golden heart, This detestation of yourself shall cry The cry of CEdipus—“‘ I have profaned 23 ULRIC., What sphinx more cruel? What new - CEdipus? You riddle, Cora, and it breaks my heart. [He seks exhausted. (Rallying.) By God, I swear to you no lie shall keep Its Dea…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 137

The Scented Garden

…e my tool doth entertain. I speak the truth ; falter, nor feign, Seeing my camel on the plain Girt for the Journey ; spared or slain, My love’s no moon to wax and wane. Allah our love with mercy sain ! Then death’s a splendid window-pane Through which I look the world to explain. Give me the Cup ! it’s wine I’ll drain, Thy podex to my member strain, And thrust, and pull, and writhe amain :— Thrill through each raptured dying vein That El Qahar’s dissolving brain Be of his Destiny the bane ! 1. Can this be a reference to the Western su- perstiti…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 66

Jephthah

62 JEPHTHAH. Flowers the ocean bears. All the garb that gladness wears To a rent uncouth attire Changed with cares ; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, - In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death ; Tears divide our labouring breath That our sister—O our sister ! Moon and sun and stars have kissed her She must touch the lips of death, Touch the lips whose coldness saith : Thou art clay. Let us fare away, away To the ice whose ocean gray Tumbles on the beach of rock, Where the wheeling…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 15

The Mother’s Tragedy

…o the East, and the room ts flooded with sunlight, CORA VAVASOUR (late of the Halls). ULRIC, tllegitimate son of Cora. MADELINE, girl in love with Ulric. THE SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY, as Chorus. SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY. ERE, in the home of a friend, Here, in the mist of a lie, The pageant moves on to the desolate end Under a sultry sky. Noon is upon us, and Night, Spreading her wings unto flight, Visits the lands that lie far in the West, Where the bright East is at peace on her breast: Opposite quarters unite. Soon is the nightfall of Destiny here; Nature’…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 55

The Soul of Osiris

…othe my body from your head ; you win The devil’s bargain ; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss ; my spirit for your skin ! O bitter love, consuming all my will ! O love destroying, that hast drained my life Of all those fountains of dear blood that fill My heart ! O woman, would I call you wife ? Would I content you with one touch divine To flood your spirit with the clinging strife Y

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1913 · PDF PAGE 222

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Edmund Vale . At the Bridal Steps he waits to bear his love in Himself, a round prowed galleon , white as drifted snow , But no reflection swims upon the iris 'd margin , No shadow falls on the smooth flood below . Down the thousand steps when the day was sinking Came the King's White Daughter, her peacocks, and her page, And before them moved the players of the charméd music singing , Death on the one hand and on the other Age . On the last Bridal step when the moon was on the river - Purple dark , with white stars, shining through above The P…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 67

The Star in the West

…hariot , nor would set " ; and in this mystic hour , the marriage of Day and Night , she prayed fervently to Aphrodite , fond goddess of lovers , and there amidst the thunder -smitten stone , beautiful and piteous , she waited , longing for that strong desire of love that had been so rudely snatched from her. Again , Love in the form of Aphrodite listens to her prayer , but is helpless to help her till she has sought aid from the lewd city of Aphaca , where Lust in the grim shape of Priapus dwelt . The large - lipped drawn -out grinning of that…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 98

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…d I toward thy bed , Yasmin ; Or when the wind beneath the moon is drifting like Or when coul aswood tas talk 1 And harping Planets talk love 's tune with milky wings outspread , Yasmin ; Give me thy love , O burning bright ! For one night or the other night Will come the Gardener in White and gathered flowers are dead , Yasmin !

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