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1929 · PDF PAGE 248

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…s, The Pickwick Papers, Vanity Fair, Armadale, The Shaving of Shagpat, The Way of all Flesh, the Cabell epic: what have these to do with love? In France it is the same. It can be done once. Aucassin and Nicolette. But afterwards! Think of a nice young girl introduced into La Peau de chagrin, La Cousine Bette, Le Cousin Pons, Le Pčre Goriot, Eugénie Grandet, Le Colonel Chabert. There is not one story in all Balzac where love is the saving or even the main motive. Dumas --- think of d'Artagnan in love with a nice young lady and living happy ever …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 30

The Mother’s Tragedy

…owards East. See, see! I seek Thee on maternal knees ! Conceive Her pangs that bore Thee, when her shame Devoured Her, with no memory of love— As mine, as mine! O bitter memories! [4 fause. ULRIC. Tell me, dear friend! anxiety and love Are like to kill me. Tell me in three words. CORA, slowly and deliberately. I am a dancer and a prostitute! ULRIC smiles contemptuously. Why trick me with so pitiful a lie? Were you the vilest woman on the earth, Mere scum of filth shed off the city’s dregs— Were you the meanest and most treacherous— Were you the…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 144

The Winged Beetle

…asks me for my tears ? She flings the body of my sweet dead child Into my face with hell’s own epitaph, Profanes that shrine Of infinite love and infinite loss, My empty shrine, the one shrine undefiled, My one close-claspèd cross— And hers as much as mine ! Profanes it with a hideous laugh And a lie flung with a curse ; and I must hear, And must not stamp on the snake, because, forsooth This was my love, my peace, my faith, my truth, The rosebud of my youth ! It was—it is not—it can never be. This would corrupt God’s body with a breath. I see …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 254

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… Fresh as Spring, there kisses me on the forehead Sleep, like a sister.”” —The Academy, ‘©The Tale of Archais’ describes the meeting and love of _ Archais, daughter of Lamia and Charicles, and the means by which, with Aphrodite's aid, they eventually succeededin averting the curse of Zeus. ‘A Gentleman of the University of Cambridge’ wields a powerful pen, and much of his work is exceedingly beautiful. Unfortunately, we are unable to quote at any length, through want of space. The two stanzas appended are from the song on page 19: ‘Ere the grap…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 215

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…mooth varnished voice he began to tell me what he called the romance of his life. The first time he saw me he had fallen passionately in love with me ; but he was a married man, and his sense of honour prevented his yielding to his passion. He had, of course, no love for his wife, who didn’t understand him at all. He had married her out of pity; but for all that he was bound by his sense of right feeling, and above all by realising that to give rein to his passion, God-given though it was, would mean social ruin for me, for the woman he loved. …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 62

Collected Works (Vol. III)

56 ROSA MUNDI, AND OTHER LOVE-SONGS Il. THE NIGHTMARE, Up, up, my bride! Away to ride Upon the nightmare’s wings ! The livid lightning’s wine we'll drink, And laugh for joy of life, and think Unutterable things ! The gallant caught the lady fair Below the arms that lay Curling in coils of yellow hair, And kissed her lips. ‘‘ Away !” The lover caught his mistress up And lifted her to heaven, Drank from her lips as from the cup Of poppies drowsed at even. ‘* Away, away, my lady may! The wind is fair and free ; Away, away, the glint of day Is fade…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 282

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…He turns to the PEOPLE, lowers and raises the Lance, and makes ¥ upon them. Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Tue Propte. Love is the law, love under will. He lowers the Lance, and turns to East. The Priestess takes the Lance in her right hand. With her left hand she offers the Paten. The PRIEST kneels. Tue PRIEST. In my mouth be the essence of the life of the Sun! He takes the Host with the right hand, makes * with it on the Paten, and consumes it. Silence. The Priestess takes, uncovers, and offers the Cup, as before. Tue PRIEST…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 119

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…d the little sages unto kings. But look! the baby whispers—hush| nay| We shall disturb them loving—come away| Nay | L?’,AMOUR QUI PASSE, LOVE comes to flit, a spark of steel Struck on the flint of youth and wit3 Ay, little maid, for woe or weal, Love comes to flit. Hermes one whisper thrills. Admit! Kupris one smile aims—do you feel? Eros one arrow—has he hit ? Why do you sit there immobile? A spark extinct is not relit. Beyond resource, above appeal, Love comes to flit. TETE DE FEMME (MUSEE DU LUXEMBOURG). IT shall be said, when all is done, T…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 12

The Rites of Eleusis

…loin of carrots.” I make expeditions to the great mountains of the Himalayas, and hunt buffalo and tiger in the jungles of the Terai ; I love beauty in painting and sculpture ; I love poetry and music ; and I love flesh and blood. There is nothing that you enjoy that I do not enjoy as much as you do ; and I bear witness that nothing is worthy to be com- pared with ecstasy. What is the path to this immortal land ? To the Oriental, whose mind is, so to say, static, meditation offers the best path, a path which to us seems (and indeed is) intolera…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 180

The Law is for All

Chapter III A Verses 56-57 181 She has had no chance to Love unless she first renounced the respect of society, and found a way to drive the wolf of hunger from her door. Her chance is come! In any Abbey of Thelema any woman is welcome; there she is free to do her will, and held in honour for the doing. The child of love is a star, even as all are stars; but such an one we specially cherish; it is a trophy of battle fought and won! 57. Despise also all cowards; professional soldiers who dare not fight, but play; all fools despise! Commentary: T…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 10

Rosa Decidua

8 ROSA DECIDUA These years I have watched her fade, my masterful love And all-embracing pity strove Like athletes in an amorous bout to make Some child to tread upon that snake. But ever the worm slipped, escaped ; its spires Here crushed, there rose the stronger for the pressure That gave it purchase ; keener flamed the fires In its eyes triumphant. Now its soul asserts Its master-pleasure ; The worm exerts Its adult might, and in one bout The spine snaps of that child of Love and Pity, And mangled he falls out Of the fight. Just so child Herc…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 102

Collected Works (Vol. I)

THE FIVE KISSES 95 Struck from a diamond; listen, wife, and know How perfectly I love to watch you so. Wake, lover, wake, but stir not yet the child : Wake, and thy brow serene and low and mild Shall take my kisses, and my lips shall seek The pallid roses on thy perfect cheek, And kiss them into poppies, and thy mouth Shall lastly close to mine, as in the south We see the sun close fast upon the sea ; So, my own heart, thy mouth must close on me. Art thou awake? Those eyes of wondering love, Sweet as the dawn and softer than the dove, Seek no q…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 147

The Winged Beetle

ROSA DECIDUA 137 These years I have watched her fade, my masterful love And all-embracing pity strove Like athletes in an amorous bout to make Some child to tread upon that snake. But ever the worm slipped, escaped ; its spires Here crushed, there rose the stronger for the pressure That gave it purchase ; keener flamed the fires In its eyes triumphant. Now its soul asserts Its master-pleasure ; The worm exerts Its adult might, and in one bout The spine snaps of that child of Love and Pity, And mangled he falls out Of the fight. Just so child He…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 150

Little Poems in Prose

…How many times did I not hold myself back from leaping at her throat and crying, ‘Be imperfect then for once, wretched woman, that I may love you without discomfort and anger.’ For several years I admired her, my heart full of hatred. In the end it was not I who died of it.” “Ah,” said the others, “she died, then?” “Yes, it could not go on like that. Love had become for me a crushing nightmare; to con- quer or die, as the political phrase goes, was the alternative which Fate laid upon me. One evening in a wood by the shore of a mere, af- ter a …

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1954 · PDF PAGE 157

Magick Without Tears

…self might be in danger of calumny and pe:-secution ; for the secret is even easier to misinterpret than to profane. Lege! ludica! Tace! Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666

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1917 · PDF PAGE 1

The Law of Liberty

…and move and have our being. Hear her first summons to us men and women: “Come forth, O children, under the stars, and take your fill of love! I am aboye you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.” Later she explains the mystery of sorrow: ‘For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union.” “This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as nothing, and the joy of dissolution all.” It is shown later how this can be, how death itself is an ecstasy like love, but more intense, the reunion of the s…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 145

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…s her day of dearth, In her new birth forgets, and maddens into mirth, The stars swing censers of pale gold to God, Whose incense is the love-song of the free; Angels with mercy and with beauty shod Move in the mazes of an Eden, trod Not by the seemly spirits of the sea, But by brave men built wholly of desire And freedom’s mystic fire, To clothe its habitants with glorious attire. Clasp hands, O fair republic of the west, And leave the kingdoms to their sudden fate. With new-born love and ardour unrepressed, Let Lethe steep in its unquiet rest…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 122

Magick Without Tears

…of Magick can justify its past, redeem its present, and assure its future, by guaranteeing to every human being a life of Liberty and of Love. Such, then, are the words of Gerard Aumont. I should not like to endorse every phrase; but the whole exposition is so masterly in its terse, tense vigour, and so unrivalled by any other document at my disposal, that I thought it best to let you have it in its own original form, with only those few alterations which lapse of time has made necessary. Love is the law, love under will. Fraternally, 666

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1901 · PDF PAGE 23

The Mother’s Tragedy

…—how I hate the phrase !— So jest the matron newspapers. The end. Since then I lived, as I am living still, Wrapped in the all-absorbing love of him My child, my child! And now my selfishness Is shamed, and I have made the sacrifice To give this pure heart to that maidenly, And let mine old age grow upon my hair, Finding my happiness in seeing him The all-devoted, and in God’s good pleasure Have little children playing at my knees, That I may listen, in their innocent prayers, For Jesus’ voice. And I will never break The secret of his being to …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 113

The Mother’s Tragedy

…e falling of the first toad-spotted dew; The first lewd heaving ecstasy of matter. ‘I see all Nature claw and tear and bite, All hateful love and hideous: and the brood Misshapen, misbegotten out of spite; Lust after death; love in decrepitude. .

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