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Page 51 of 1121912 · PDF PAGE 7
…UNIVERSE, DERIVED BY DOCTOR JOHN DEE THROUGH THE SKRYING OF SIR EDWARD KELLVI PART IL THE FORTV-EIGHT CALLS 99 STEPNEY 129 THE TELL-TALE HEART. ADAPTED FROM THE STORY OF E. A. POE, Βγ ALEISTER CROWLEY x31 SORITES 142 A DESCRIPTION OF THE CARDS OF THE TAROT, WITH THEIR ATTRIBUTIONS; INCLUDING A METHOD OF DIVINATION BY THEIR USE 143 ON—ON—“POET” ... ELDER EEL "5 THE SPADGER 230 To PERSIS :31 WAITE’S WET OR THE BACKSLIDER’S RETURN 233 MY CRAPULOUS CONTEMPORARIES NO. VI. AN OBITUARY 243 THE NEW EVELYN HOPE 250 REVIEWS 253 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS meme…
1926 · PDF PAGE 10
me: then expect the direful judgments of Ra- Hoor-Khuit! 53. This shall regenerate the world, the little world my sister, my heart and my tongue, unto Whom I send this kiss. Also, O scribe and prophet, though thou be of the princes, it shall not assuage thee nor absolve thee. But ecstasy be thine and joy of earth: ever To me! To me ! 54. Change not as much as the style of a letter; for behold! thou, Ο prophet, shalt not behold all these mysteries hidden therein. 55. The child of thy bowels, he shall behold them. 56. Expect him not from the East…
1898 · PDF PAGE 57
…s dear to us, and now By double kinship rendered doubly dear. For O! my father comes to gladden me With those enduring kisses that endow Heart, hope, and life with gladness. Comes he soon ? ELEAZAR. Maiden most perfect, daughter of our lord, And ye, most fairest branches of our tree, Maidens of Israel, we await you here That ye, no other, may go forth to meet The chief victorious. And after you Those villains that once cast him out shall forth In sackcloth to his feet, if haply so He spare their vagabond and worthless lives. . ADULAH. Not so, m…
1899 · PDF PAGE 13
…ominions touch they not afield ? Pours not the sea its long exultant flood On either’s coast ? The rose has one same bud, And the vine’s heart one purple pledge doth yield. Are we not weary of the fangéd pen ? Are we not friends, and men ? Let us look frankly face to face—and quarrel then ! For by the groves of green and quiet ways, And on the windy reaches of the river, In moonlit night and blue unbroken days, And where the cold ice breaks in pallid bays, And where dim dawns in frosty forest shiver, Where India burns and far Australia glows, W…
1905 · PDF PAGE 81
… Lighting the dull sky with a slumberous glow; Hear the strange sounds of winter chaunt; Feel the keen wisdom of the winter thrill Young hearts with passionate foretaste Of death in some wild waste Of deserts darkening at some wild god’s will, Of frozen steppes awaiting the repose That only death discovers, never sleep. My misery is this That I must wake to childhood gold and rose, And maidenhood, and wifehood, and still keep Bound on Life’s fatal wheel—revolving bliss. O that worn wisdom and the age of sorrow Could learn its bitter lesson, and…
1905 · PDF PAGE 115
…etested pang. I live—that shames me! Iam not a man. _ Nothing can I to sharpen or to span My throat with iron fingers, or my sword In my heart’s acid where the blood began Long since to leap, and now drops deadly slow, Clotted with salt and sulphur and strong woe. I shall not die: the first sight of the sward Stained with the spectral corpse had stung me so, Not stabbed me, since I saw her and survive. I shall not die—Ah! shall I be alive? This hath no part in either: bale and bliss Forget me, careless if I rot or thrive. Heaven forgot me—or sh…
1907 · PDF PAGE 106
…ut not at the same joke. All girls are blind with their own smoke. A man may come, his lazy day, Cuddle and coo an hour away, Yet in his heart is bound to feel: “ N o woman '5 worth an inch of steel.” Woman has always played the sphinx. An open secretl How the minx Covers her single aim, poor saint! With many a foxy futile feint. The same thing civilized or wild: “I want a man: I want a child.” Man has a real secret—kept Close as a Rosy Cross adept! The safer that the sapient sheep Have never guessed he’d one to keep.
1910 · PDF PAGE 41
THE WIZARD WAY 31 And the rose of no terrene graff, And the lamp of no olive oil With hearts blood that alone may boil. With naked breast and feet unshod I follow the wizard way to God Wherever he leads my foot shall follow ; Over the height, into the hollow, Up to the caves of pure cold breath, Down to the deeps of foul hot death, Across the seas, through the fires, Past the palace of desires ; Where he will, whether he will or no, If I go, I care not whither I go. For in me is the taint of the faery blood. Fast, fast, its emerald flood Leaps…
1913 · PDF PAGE 198
…assionless sense remains Of golden hours that are passed and fled, when the joys of love without number Fanned into fire his smouldering heart, and turned into flame his brains With purple and crimson stains. And the hour of the Rose is fallen, and the light of her eyes is fled, There is only a sense of vaguest dream, of calm, unending repose 160
1913 · PDF PAGE 198
…assionless sense remains Of golden hours that are passed and fled, when the joys of love without number Fanned into fire his smouldering heart, and turned into flame his brains With purple and crimson stains. And the hour of the Rose is fallen, and the light of her eyes is fled, There is only a sense of vaguest dream, of calm, unending repose 160
1905 · PDF PAGE 241
… The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls, And falls! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon’s! , Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, The song that soars, and reads the starry runes, And swoons ! None but the dead can tune the lyre of love! Come, love, thy body serpentine and bright ! What love is…
1898 · PDF PAGE 8
…he pangs of night My shuddering body swoons ; my eyes Absorb her eyelids lazy light, And read her bosom to devise Fresh blossoms of the heart of hell And secret joys of Jezebel.
1901 · PDF PAGE 10
viii PROLOGUE. Thou cam’st to obsess me first that Easter Eve, When, from the contemplation of His pain, I turned to look into my own heart’s heave, And saw the bloody nails made fast again. Thou cam’st to obsess me first that Easter Eve ! The lustre of old jet was over thee, And through thy body coursed the scented blood ; Thy flesh was full of amorous ecstasy : Polished, and gloomier than some black full flood, The lustre of old jet was over thee ! In thy great brazen blackness I am bathed ; Through all thy veins, like curses, my blood runs ;…
1905 · PDF PAGE 61
… sound, as spring Had whispered, “ Follow,” hiding in her wing Her glorious head and flowing breast of wine. Though in the hollow of her heart be set So deep and awful a fire, though the net Of all her robes be frail as we are fine, We gather, listening to the living lyre Like falling water shot with amber fire, And blown aloft by winds even to heaven’s desire. Deep starry gems set in a silver sea, Sullen low voices of dark minstrelsy, Light whispers of strange loves, of silver woven, Dumb kisses and wild laughter following: All these as lives …
1905 · PDF PAGE 117
…thine arrow the unseated air, The heaven void of thee, why the thunder-thong Slipped from the tether, and the fatal stone Sped not to my heart, not to mine alone? Ah why not? but to hers as she lay sleeping By hate, not fate, quelled, fallen, and overthrown? She lies so pitiful and pure—and I, Breast to her breast, mouth to her mouth, I lie, Hand upon hand, and foot on foot, sore weeping— Can she not live again or I not die? 118
1914 · PDF PAGE 22
…r Be worthy of a marriage with the moon| ‘Oh! but the moon has purity enough, Lustral for all the least that she might love! Ah! then my heart flings free to flare afar Beyond the fierce phantastic flames of foam To Her, for strength and constancy a star, For magick she's the moon! to Her! to Home! “Blow, blow, thou wintry wind !"—and blow away ‘The last foul fetich of Chicago May! PART IV—CHERBOURG Max Yes: Iam you, but for a moment only. ‘That leaves an ache: that leaves me less than man, ‘That leaves me more than God, too sad, too lonely To …
1905 · PDF PAGE 140
…kin! O bitter love, consuming all my will! O love destroying, that hast drained my life Of all those fountains of dear blood that fll My heart! wife ? Would I content you with one touch divine To flood your spirit with the clinging strife O woman, would I call you Of perfect passionate joy, the joy of wine, The drunkenness of extreme pleasure, hlled From sin’s amazing cup? Oh, mine, mine, mine, Mine, if your kisses maddened me or killed, Mine, at the price of my damnation deep, Mine, if you will, as once your glances willed ! Take me, or break …
1901 · PDF PAGE 71
…soul In the abodes of night, that I have dared, With the first knowledge, to make good my spirit Against its fate, to steel my flinching heart
1901 · PDF PAGE 72
…me I dare not turn and run. My oath grows urgent as my days are done. Almost mine hour is on me : for its sake I tell you this, as if my heart should break, The infinite desire—a burning sun. The listening fear—the sun-devouring snake ! ”
1905 · PDF PAGE 177
I72 THE HILLS For stronger control is than urging, And mightier the heart of the sea Than her waves deep-merging and striving and surging That deem they are free. In spirit I stand on the mountain, My soul into God’s withdrawn And look to the East like a fountain That shoots up the spray of the dawn. And the life of the mountain swims through me (So the song of a thrush in me thrills) And the dawn speaks to me, of old for it knew me The soul of the hills. I stand on the mountain in wonder As the splendour springs up in the East, As the cloud ba…