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1901 · PDF PAGE 13

The Mother’s Tragedy

…clove, The foam, incarnate Love, Maiden, as light leaps the dawn-gardens in, So in the Love and Light, Life slain, yet infinite, The God-Man’s night, Leaps pure the Soul rearisen from the embrace of Sin. | Yet, in the terror of that Breast, abides So sweet and deadly a device, a lure Deep in the blood and poison of her sides, Swart, lean, and leprous, that her stings endure. Even the soul of grace Abideth not her face Without vague longing, infinite desire, Stronger because suppressed, Unto the wide black breast, The lips incarnate of blood, fl…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 138

The Soul of Osiris

…e to hope the sun. I seek the darkness, not the light. O Lord Harpocrates, be still The moveless centre of my will ! My sorrows are more manifold Than His that bore the sins of man. My sins are like the starry fold, My hopes their desolation wan. O Nuit, the starry one arise, And set thy starlight in my skies ! In darkness, in the void abyss, I grope with vain despairing arms. The silence as a serpent is, The rustle of the world alarms. O Horus, Light in Darkness, bless My failure with thine own success ! My suffering is keen as theirs That in …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 461

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ulph me, though God mock me well, I follow as I sware; I follow, Though it be unattainable. Nay, more! Because I may not win, Is’t worth man’s work to enter in! The Infinite with mighty passion Hath caught my spirit in a gin. Come! since I may not imitate The Beast, at least I work and wait. We shall discover soon or late Which is the master—I or Fate!” 85

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1910 · PDF PAGE 461

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…ulph me, though God mock me well, I follow as I sware; I follow, Though it be unattainable. Nay, more! Because I may not win, Is’t worth man’s work to enter in! The Infinite with mighty passion Hath caught my spirit in a gin. Come! since I may not imitate The Beast, at least I work and wait. We shall discover soon or late Which is the master—I or Fate!” 85

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1910 · PDF PAGE 118

The Winged Beetle

…hunched, a moaning mass—How near God was those nights of June ! Death ! the mere thought of it ! For now—where is the ship ? where is my man ? The blood is bursting from my brow ; my choked shrieks prostitute to Pan ! Great Pan it is that thrusts his sword into my throat and strangles me ! Great Pan that clubs me on the sward with his robust brutality ! Ah no ! ah no ! Let me go blind rather than let that face of fear Swollen, its black indenture signed with blood, most maculate, appear ! Come then, O ship, the dream is past ! Could not I watch…

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1917 · PDF PAGE 3

The Law of Liberty

…I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky. Tome! Tome !” And with these words “ The Manifestation of Nuit is at an end.” In the next chapter of our Book is given the word of TI] Hadit, who is the complement of Nuit. He is eternal energy, the Infinite Motion of Things, the central core of all being. The manifested Universe comes from the marriage of Nuit and Hadit; without this could no thing be. This eternal, this perpetual marriage-feast is then the nature of things themselves; and therefore…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 150

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 1)

…olling for salmon. Our wiil to kill a tiger is poorly conveyed by a charge of small shot fired at a range of one hundred yards. Our talisman must, therefore, be an object suitable to the nature of our Operation, and we must hâve some such means of applying its force to such a way as will naturally compel the obedience of the portion of Nature which we are trying to change. If one will the death of a sinner, it is not sufficient to hâte him, even if we grant that the vibrations of thought, when sufficiently powerful and pure, may modify the Astr…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 15

The Poem

…bducting my son. He’s coming with me now or, there'll be a fuss.) Mark my words, you rascal. — : [Enter two Footmen. VAUGHAN. Seize that man. [Zhey sezze and hold him after a struggle.| EEsmé! go away to your room; this is no place for you. Now, sir, say all you have to say. [Esmé watts in the doorway. BRANDON. . Give me my son, and be damned to you. That’s all; and it’s plain enough, I hope. PERCY. Father, I am leaving Mr. Vaughan’s house, as I shall only get him into trouble if I stay. But I will

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1899 · PDF PAGE 235

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… receives the kiss of the dainty-lip runlet. Here the green moss is my seat, Beech is a canopy o’er me, Calm and content the retreat ; | Man, my worst foe, cannot bore me ; Life is a closed book behind—Shelley an open before me. Shelley’s own birds are above Close to me (why should they fear me ?) MayI believe it—that love Brings his bright spirit so near me That, should I whisper one word—Shelley’s swift spirit would hear me. Heaven is not very far; Soul unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loos…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 34

The Soul of Osiris

22 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Then, as a man betrayed, and doomed Already, I arose and went, And wrestled with myself, consumed With passion for that sacrament Of shame. From that day unto this My cheek desires that hideous kiss. Her hate, her scorn, her cruel blows, Fill my whole life, consume my breath ; Her red-fanged hatred in me glows ; I lust for her, and hell, and death ; I see that ghastly look, and yearn Toward the brands of her that burn. Sleep shuns me ; dreams divide the night (My parched throat thirsty for her veins), That she and I with …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 483

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…dour clutched, Like all the rest, begins to crumble. Where is the Beast? His bliss exceeded All that bards sing of or priests mumble; No man, no God, hath known what he did. Only this baulked him—that he lacked Exactly the one thing he needed. 107

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1910 · PDF PAGE 483

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…dour clutched, Like all the rest, begins to crumble. Where is the Beast? His bliss exceeded All that bards sing of or priests mumble; No man, no God, hath known what he did. Only this baulked him—that he lacked Exactly the one thing he needed. 107

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1911 · PDF PAGE 57

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…us thing, [63111161 It was dawn, it was fire, it was birth, it was spring, Jeanne! But this is the curse, that it quickens its rate, Lest man by love should escape from fate And win from the dust to the Uncreate, Jeanne ! Nay, we are lovers, you and I— And we must die, and our love must die! How have we striven, each of us, Jeanne! To break the bars of the prison-house, Jeanne! We have raged like cats in a ring of fire, Driven by desire that was true Desire, The hate οί the lower, the love of the Higher, Jeanne! What is the end of it, Jeanne? Why…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 57

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…us thing, [63111161 It was dawn, it was fire, it was birth, it was spring, Jeanne! But this is the curse, that it quickens its rate, Lest man by love should escape from fate And win from the dust to the Uncreate, Jeanne ! Nay, we are lovers, you and I— And we must die, and our love must die! How have we striven, each of us, Jeanne! To break the bars of the prison-house, Jeanne! We have raged like cats in a ring of fire, Driven by desire that was true Desire, The hate οί the lower, the love of the Higher, Jeanne! What is the end of it, Jeanne? Why…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 163

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…y - delight ; And out of death - God ever more reborn , Till , waxing fair and subtle and supreme , Desiring his own spirit to possess , Man of the bright eyes and the ardent dream Saw paradise , and God was Consciousness . 144

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1929 · PDF PAGE 136

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…t his programme of spiritual development. There are no superstitious terrors, no propitiatory practices; the while object is to enable a man to free himself from the fetters of desire which hamper his actions, and (incidentally) produce the phantasms which we call phenomena. In Buddhism, the universe is conceived as an illusion, created by ignorant cravings. It is, in fact, a dream as defined by Freud's hypothesis. Allan was already at heart a Buddhist. The more he studied the Tripitika, "the three baskets of the law" --- waste paper baskets I …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 31

The Goetia

…Seventeenth Spirit is Botis, a Great President, and an Earl. He appeareth at the first show in the form of an ugly Viper, then at the command of the Magician he putteth on a Human shape with Great Teeth, and two Horns, carrying a bright and sharp Sword in his hand. He telleth all things Past, and to Come, and reconcileth Friends and Foes. He ruleth over 60 Legions of Spirits, and this is his Seal, etc. (18.) Baruin.—The Eighteenth Spirit is Bathin. He is a Mighty and Strong Duke, and appeareth like a Strong Man with the tail of a Serpent, sitti…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 28

White Stains

… perishable ink, But in our pulses’ quick delight to live From day to day renewed, as if a fount Of God’s mysterious stream, that here a man May wet his ankle, and again immerse Unto his knees, and yet again assay To cross its silver depth and find himself Swimming in crystal coldness on a sea Broad as God’s mercy and as deep as Love.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 392

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… the Saracen. Then, rising from the hideous meal, He plunges to the land of men With nerves renewed and limbs of steel. Who is the naked man that rides Yon tameless stallion on the plain, His face like Hell's? What fury guides The maniac beast without a rein?

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1910 · PDF PAGE 392

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

… the Saracen. Then, rising from the hideous meal, He plunges to the land of men With nerves renewed and limbs of steel. Who is the naked man that rides Yon tameless stallion on the plain, His face like Hell's? What fury guides The maniac beast without a rein?

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