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Page 63 of 1961907 · PDF PAGE 48
…ar of the old ones, [know. (Zzd¢er a footman.) These blinds down ! (Zhe maz obeys.) But a tasty little morsel like your Molly—your first love. —Eh, my lad? There; there, don’t be angry ! Srr PERcY. You disgust me. [Zhe footman turns to go. Pshaw ! GLENSTRAE (0 footian). Wait ! (Zo Sir Percy.) Would you tell her sor Sir PERcy. If I deigned speech. GLENSTRAE. fora moment. (Lait servazt.) After which I shall leave you for an hour, my boy. I am to do some business — aha! some rather pleasant business, There! there! [Anter MOLLY TYSON. MOLLY. O! Sir…
1903 · PDF PAGE 21
…sehood without the slightest moral sense or idea of advantage; he asks himself “ Which is humorous ?” and acts accordingly. He chose his love deliberately, I am quite sure, with reference to his art alone. But if our Editor’s conjecture as to the real cause of his death is right, the fire he played with burnt him at last, and he died of the love he had invoked in play. It is the old-story of the magician strangled by the devil. As to what became of Alice we have no idea, if, indeed, she be after all a real person. In my judgment our poet was pe…
1905 · PDF PAGE 162
…! Ho there ! Travellers ! Mine host ! Open the door ! ” [In the second part—a joyous inn fireside—the Earl refuses power, knowledge, and love (offered him by a guest) by the symbolic drink of ale and the cherry cheeks of the maid. In part three she, coming secretly to him, warns him he must destroy the three vices, faith, hope, and charity. This he does easily, save the love of the figure of the Crucified ; but at last conquering this, he attains. These were never written.—R. P. L.]
1909 · PDF PAGE 7
27. Then the priest answered and said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely. brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: Ο Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous! 28. None, breathedthe light, faint and faery, of the stars, and two. 29. For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union. 30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as not…
1939 · PDF PAGE 57
… results, and also give a more detailed account of the sort of thing that is likely to occur in the course of the preliminary practices. Love is the law, love under will. 4Tannhäuser, written in Mexico, O.F., August, 1900. See also my Berashith, written in Delhi, April, 1901.
1954 · PDF PAGE 303
…rn up 7 times running, after this next spin. (Or, of course, any other series of 7.) Now you see how Coincidence links up with Prophecy! Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally, 666
1906 · PDF PAGE 56
…larve by the midnight roads, The stake-transpiercéd corpse, the caves where lurk The demon spiders, and the shapeless toads Fed by their lovers duly on the draught That bloats and blisters, blackens and cor- rodes. These had he seen of old ; so now he laughed, Not without bitterness deep-lying, that erst He had esteemed such foolish devil’s craft Part of his quest, his quest when fair and first He flung the last, the strongest horseman back With such a buffet that no skill amerced Its debt but headlong in his charger’s track He must be hurled, …
1913 · PDF PAGE 238
…tle don Perkins Lo, from quiet skies . Look above, look below , look around on every side .. Look down , O Lord , on this our Motherland Love not the dead o'ermuch ... Love with light step passes ... ... 21 206 213 196 204 170 194 Majestic as lone ruins reared of old ... My eyes are blue with gazing on thy deeps My heart is like a meadow ... My son is mine no more .. . .. . Night stirs but wakens not ... Nothing of strange or exquisite or rare Now your grey eyes are filled with tears .. . O brilliant blossoms that strew my way O dearest , if th…
1926 · PDF PAGE 6
27. Then the priest answered and said unto the Queen of Space, kissing her lovely. brows, and the dew of her light bathing his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat: Ο Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus; that men speak not of thee as One but as None; and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous! 28. None, breathedthe light, faint and faery, of the stars, and two. 29. For I am divided for love’s sake, for the chance of union. 30. This is the creation of the world, that the pain of division is as not…
1961 · PDF PAGE 15
…of our True Will, but diseased Appetites, manifest in us through false early Training. Thus the Tabus of savage Tribes in such matter as Love constrain that True Love which is born in us; and by this Constraint come ills of Body and Mind. Either the Force of Repression carries it, and creates Neuroses and Insanities; or the Revolt against that Force, breaking forth with Violence, involves Excesses and Extravagances. All these Things are Disorders, and against Nature. Now then learn of me the testimony of History and literature as a great Scroll…
1996 · PDF PAGE 83
…5 E.v. “Liber XV” is now celebrated weekly around the world.] 2 The Equinox 1(9). [See “Liber 811,” Works Cited.] 63. Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you! Commentary: All those acts which excite the divine in man are proper to the Rite of Invocation. Religion, as understood by the vile Puritan, is the very oppo site of all this. He—it—seems to wish to kill his—its—soul by forbidding every expression of it, and every practice which might awaken it to expression. T…
1905 · PDF PAGE 117
…t hounds on fears. She will not leave me comfortless. And why? Through the dimmed glory of my clouded eye She catches one sharp glint of love for her: She will not leave me ever till I die :— Nay, though [die! Beyond the distant gloom Heaven springs, a fountain, out of Change’s woh ! ‘Time would all men within the grave inter :— For Time himself shall no god find a tomb? Glory and love and work precipitate The end of man’s desire—so sayeth Fate. Man answers: Love is stronger, work more sure, Glory more fadeless than her shafts abate. Though all…
1905 · PDF PAGE 127
…’s hair : so fine Bloomed the fair flower of pleasure : Not the wild solar treasure Of gleaming light, but the moon’s shadowy pearl, The love of a young girl Before she knows that love : so mused the king ; “ I am not weary of 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 ; A…
1905 · PDF PAGE 86
Or saddening smile, the laughter not forbidden And love enfolding the green-woven sphere : Lastly, the burning year of flame and fume That burns men up in fire’s sepulchral womb. Fivefold: the child, the frail, the delicate: Then the strong laughing mischief: then the proud Fight toward manhood and the sense elate, Creative power and passion : then the loud Assertion of young will, the quickening rate And strength in blood, in youth with life endowed, And firmness fastening; the last lustre’s span Consolidates and shows the perfect man. Fivefol…
1913 · PDF PAGE 172
…mpearled, a thing from heaven hurled ; Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! A minstrel through a forest wayfaring Hath brought his love a shy and tender thing, A gentle bloom of the gods’ gardening. Oh! woe to me who have to tell this thing! The Rose doth sing : my song hath here its sting: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! O Rose Unknown! I heard the secret Call Out of the dark: there came unto mine ears A sound of laughter and a sound of tears, And then an utter silence. That was all; Until it happened one day to befall, Theve …
1913 · PDF PAGE 172
…mpearled, a thing from heaven hurled ; Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! A minstrel through a forest wayfaring Hath brought his love a shy and tender thing, A gentle bloom of the gods’ gardening. Oh! woe to me who have to tell this thing! The Rose doth sing : my song hath here its sting: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! O Rose Unknown! I heard the secret Call Out of the dark: there came unto mine ears A sound of laughter and a sound of tears, And then an utter silence. That was all; Until it happened one day to befall, Theve …
1996 · PDF PAGE 49
50 The Law is for All also Love is a sacrament of transubstantiation whereby we initiate our own souls; it is the Wine of Intoxication as well as the Bread of Nourishment. “Nor is he for priest designed Who partakes only in one kind.”1 1 [Crowley, “The Sevenfold Sacrament,” The Equinox III(l) (1919), p. 193.] 2 [Phyrne was a 4th century b.c.e. Greek courtesan who was the model for several famous images of Aphrodite.] We therefore heartily cherish those forms of Love in which no question of generation arises; we use the stimulating effects of ph…
1905 · PDF PAGE 186
…error in its season. Iler ravings picture the cessation of Such life as she had known: her mind conceives A God of Mercy, Happiness, and Love ; Reverses life and fact : and so believes. of So man grew up; and so religion grew. Now in the cons shall not truth dissever The man = and the old through, Cast God to black oblivion for ever? Picture no longer in fallacious thought A doer for each deed ! the real Jurks Nowhere thus hidden: there is truly nought Substantial in these unsubstantial works. maker, smite lie But work thou ever! Thou who art o…
1910 · PDF PAGE 74
…he sea sleeps and yet wakes beyond. Here, in the crescent beach and bay, the sea, Curven and carven in warm shapes of dream, Answers the love-song of the lilied stream, And moves to bridal music. Stern and free, The lion-shapen headland guards the shore ; The ocean, the bull-throated, evermore Roars ; the vast wheel of heaven turns above, Its rim of pain, its jewelled heart of love ; Sun-waved, the eagle wing Of the air of feathered spring Royally sweeps, and on the musical merge Watches alone the man. O silvern shape and span Of moonlight, rea…
1913 · PDF PAGE 171
…rth’s mire with their immortal fire : Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! He sang of blood, and how men mar and spill; He sang of love, and how men love and kill; He sang the world as never yet twas sung; He sang the will to fashion joy from ill: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing! And even as he sang with easy tongue, With lips that quivered as his spirit stung, Crying aloud unto the Muse who sings, New glory flung unto him to him clung: Oh! Woe to me who have to sing this thing| Oh! Woe to me who have to sing these things ; I wa…