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Page 62 of 671907 · PDF PAGE 10
4 THE STAR AND THE GARTER Or be our lonely haunt the sand Of the Sahara: let us go Where some oasis, subtly planned For love, invites the afterglow ! There let us live alone, except Some bearded horseman, pennoned, ride Over the waste of ochre, swept By wind in waves, and sit beside Our tent a little, bring us news Of the great world we have lost for—this ! What fool exclaims—‘‘to lose!”? To lose ? Ay ! earth and heaven for one small kiss ! But he shall sing beside our fire The epic of the world’s desire; How Freedom fares, how Art yet revels S…
1907 · PDF PAGE 228
EPILOGUE AND DEDICATION 222 of art, literature, or philosophy.! But/ing to thy word,” and interpret ‘‘ thy word ” we do hear—well, what Gibbon has to/as ‘‘ The Works of Aleister Crowley.” say. | But this is to anticipate; let us answer Thereis surely a positive side to all this; we agree that Pagans must have been more spiritual than their successors, if only because themselves openly scoffed at their mythology without in the least abandoning the devout performance of its rites, while the Christian clung to irrelevant historical falsehood as if…
1905 · PDF PAGE 118
…—the intense sublime Master of all philosophy and play, Lord of all love and music and sweet rhyme. Follow thou him! Work ever, if thy heart Be fervent with one hope, thy brain with art, Thy lips with song, thine arm with strength to smite : Achieve some act ; its name shall not depart. Christ laid Love’s corner-stone, and Czesar built The tower of glory ; Sappho’s life was spilt From fervent lips the torch of song to ignite : Thou mayst add yet a stone—if but thou wilt. ’ Browning, in '‘ ‘The Householder.” And yet the days stream by; night sha…
1905 · PDF PAGE 15
…he song the immortals sing Is so fast barred behind the iron sky. Speak but thine anger quickly; let me die!” ‘*But I forgive thee, thou art good and kind.” ‘“O love! mind, You love me!” ‘‘ Nay, I was awhile afraid, Being so white and tender ; for a maid I lived alone with flower and brook, nor guessed Another dwelt within the quiet nest That these woods build me; hold my tremb- ling hand, Teach me to love; I do not understand.” He clasped her to him, but no word might say, And led her from the pool a little way, And there he laid her on the fl…
1907 · PDF PAGE 59
ROSA MUNDI 53 Skilled by black art to mock the Gods profound In their abyss of under ground. Beware! Who hath entered hath no boast to make, And conscious Eden surelier breeds the snake. Be silent! O! for silence’ sake ! 8. That asks the impossible. Smite! Smite! Profaned adytum of pure light, Smite ! but I must sing on. Nay ! can the orison Of myriad fools provoke the Crowned-with- Night Hidden beyond sound and sight In the mystery of Ilis own high essence? Lo, Rose of all the gardens of the world, Did thy most sacred presence Not fill the Rea…
1907 · PDF PAGE 167
… the man becomes identified with what he invokes, of necessity. VOL. ITT. Therefore in memory only is there life, And in sweet shapes of art : The same thought for the ointment and the knife— Oh lightning! blast the image of my wife Out of my mind and heart! How can one hour dissolve a year’s delight ? One arrow striking the full eagle-flight lDrop him so swift, giving no time to die, No dusk to herald and delay the night? «AV serpent stung her sleeping: if the abyss Know any cell more dolorous than this, Were there a sharper tooth to destiny T…
1929 · PDF PAGE 418
418 Are one as they were one ere time began, Are one on earth as they are one in heaven; Where the soul is given a new name, Confirming with an oath the same, And with celestial wine and bread Is most delicately fed, Yet suffereth in itself the curse Of the infinite universe, Having made its own confession Of the mystery of transgression; Where it is wedded solemnly With the ring of space and eternity; And where the oil, the Holiest Breath, With its first whisper dedicateth Its new life to a further death. This experience lasted throughout the …
1907 · PDF PAGE 177
LIBER SECUNDUS VEL AMORIS 17! O Zeus,” I cried, ‘‘ art thou to rise Out of Olympus’ ecstasies ! Omnipotent ! but to control The first breath of a human soul !—” The thunder rolled through heaven again, Void was the spring-delighted plain Of that gigantic phantasy. I turned to my Eurydice Evenassheturned. The faint breath glows,— The lightning of a living rose. The bright eyes gleam—night’s spotless stars Glimmering through folded nenuphars. The red mouth moves, still to the word: ‘* Ves, love!” and ‘‘yes, love!” Then I heard No sound and saw no…
1906 · PDF PAGE 47
… the soul of spring,” He said, ‘‘none happier in this causeless chain Of life that bears no fruit of pain, No seed of sorrow,” yet his heart was stirred, And, wasting no weak word On the invulnerable air, that had No soul of memories sad, He passed through all the palace: in his bowers He stooped and kissed the flowers ; And in his hall of audience stayed awhile, And with a glad strange smile Bade a farewell to all those lords of his; And greeted with a kiss The virgins clustered in his halls of bliss. Next, passing through the city, gave his h…
1907 · PDF PAGE 61
…an hook 2?) Enough; [see This I can answer—or Ernst Llaeckel can ! Now, God Almighty, rede this mystery ! What of the love that is the heart of man? Take stars and airs, and write it down ! Mill all the interstices of space With myriad verse——own Thy disgrace ! Diminish Thy renown ! Approve my riddle ! This Thou canst not do. 17. O living Kose ! O dowered with subtle dew Of love, the tiny eternitics of time, Caucht between flying seconds, are well filled With these futilides of fragrant rhyme ; In Love’s retort distilled, [In sunrays of fierce …
1907 · PDF PAGE 175
…ke angels clustering round a god. Let memory wake from its abode Of dim precision lost for long The grace and grandeur of the song ! Who art thou, love, by what sweet name I quicken ? By whom, O love, my soul is subtly stricken? O Love, O Love, I linger On the dear word and know not any mean- ing, Nor why J chant; there is a whisper wean- ing My soul from depths I knew to depths I guess, Centred in two words only: ‘‘ Love” and * Yes.” What lyrist’s gentle finger’ Strikes out a note, a key, a chord unheard of ? What voice intones a song I know n…
1906 · PDF PAGE 138
…y robes. Criosda! my darling dear brother, do look at me! [She has removed the robes. CRIQSDA is now seen to be dressed ina dark- green tartan kilt and quast-military tunic with silver buttons, A dirk hangs at his stde. Its hilt ts of unusual shape, being surmounted by the circle and cross famtliar to visttors to Lona. Criosda! Ah yes, look up, look up! How pale you are! There is no blood in your lips. CRIOSDA. [Starting violently from her arms. Blood! Blood! Maurya. Lie still, dear, you are ill. Now! That is better. Come—can you walk a little …
1944 · PDF PAGE 14
…ose this arrangement to be arbitrary, but it is not. It is necessitated, as will appear later, by the structure of the universe, and in particular of the So‐ lar System, as symbolized by the Holy Qabalah. This will be explained in due course. THE ORIGIN OF THE TAROT The origin of this pack of cards is very obscure. Some authorities seek to put it back as far as the ancient Egyptian Mysteries; others try to bring it forward as late as the fifteenth or even the sixteenth century. But the Tarot certainly existed, in what may be called the classica…
1939 · PDF PAGE 65
…he emancipation of the exalted from the thrall of the commonplace expression of Nature. 5. Now what is Magick? Magick is the science and art of causing change to occur in conformity with the Will. How do we achieve this? By exalting the will to the point where it is master of circumstance. And how do we do this? By so ordering every thought, word and act, in such a way that the attention is constantly recalled to the chosen object. 6. Suppose I want to evoke the 'Intelligence' of Jupiter. I base my work upon the correspondences of Jupiter. I ba…
1939 · PDF PAGE 67
…ice-axe for the wand, my drinking flask for the chalice, my machete for the sword, and a chapati or a sachet of salt for the pantacle of art! Habit soon familiarised these rough and ready succedanea. But I suspect that it may have been the isolation and the physical hardship itself that helped, that more and more my magical operation became implicit in my own body and mind, when a few months later I found myself performing in full operations involving the Formula of the Neophyte (for which see my treatise Magick) without any external apparatus …
1919 · PDF PAGE 317
… from peak to peak of tragedy. The book reminds us a little of James Thomson, The City of Dreadful Night, in this respect. With infinite art the climax is set off by an ad- venture of the hero’s sister with a man dying of consumption at St. Moritz, and this single glimpse of Paradise makes the surrounding gloom more visible and shameful. It is unfortunately the case that stories of this kind are only too true to life. Few of us, indeed, but have some experience of the classes in which such abomina- tions are not only possible but actual. It is …
1906 · PDF PAGE 225
…et, being seventeen, they were but one, and that one none, as before hath been showed. And this enumera- tion isa great Mysterium of our art. Whence a light hidden ina Cross. Now therefore having brooded upon the ocean, and smitten with the Sword, and the Pyramid being builded in its just proportion, was that Light fixed even in the Vault of the Caverns. With one stroke he rent asunder the Veil; with one stroke he closed the same. And entering the Sarcophagus of that Royal Tomb he laid him down to sleep. Four guarded him, and One in the four; S…
1909 · PDF PAGE 411
…New Age: «The illusion of reality is more than staggering; it is haunting. . . . Many passagesare on the very highest level of realistic art. . . . Lingg’s suicide and death are Titanic. In pure realism nothing better has been done, and I do not forget Tolstoy’s ‘ The De: of Ivan Ilyitch!’ It is a book very courageous, impulsively generous, and of a shining distinction. . . .” Saturday Review : “ He (Mr, Harris) is a born writer of fiction, ...Those two books of his, ‘ Elder Conklin’ and ‘ Montes, the Matador,’ contained the best short stories …
1909 · PDF PAGE 411
…New Age: «The illusion of reality is more than staggering; it is haunting. . . . Many passagesare on the very highest level of realistic art. . . . Lingg’s suicide and death are Titanic. In pure realism nothing better has been done, and I do not forget Tolstoy’s ‘ The De: of Ivan Ilyitch!’ It is a book very courageous, impulsively generous, and of a shining distinction. . . .” Saturday Review : “ He (Mr, Harris) is a born writer of fiction, ...Those two books of his, ‘ Elder Conklin’ and ‘ Montes, the Matador,’ contained the best short stories …
1905 · PDF PAGE 184
… 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 our palace of art. We are one as the dew that is drawn By the sun from the sea: we are curled In curves of delight and of dawn, On the lone, the immaculate lawn, 3eyond the wild way of the world. M