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1912 · PDF PAGE 273

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…forgive me if I call thee Child— The weight of my mortality in years, I reckon not, but tribulations wild, With stormy battle, stress of life and fears. I see thee once again athwart the mist Of Time, and past the wane of many moons Not changed, with still a change—the same, I wist, Yet not—as purest daylight’s change from noon. ΙΙ I then beheld thee with thy tresses rolled In darkling curls and masses long adown : A child thou wert, in maiden’s youthful mould, \Vith childhood‘s pensive magic round thee thrown. 231

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1913 · PDF PAGE 179

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…ds of dun And brilliant amber. Soft! Let be The tender dream! Stay here with me! So, to this dream, this dream, I give Again the pulsing life I live: The faded sunset thrills the sweet Core of my soul ;—ah! nimble feet Grown old! Oh! autumn woodlands fraught With pensiveness of waking thought! The gray night gathers, soft and cold, The old dead dreams, dead dreams of old,— The cold, gray, windy breath of time, The old dead loves, the unsung rime : Autumn, the pale, gray, crispéd star, Virginal, golden nenuphar, Folden upon itself to sleep, To s…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 179

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…ds of dun And brilliant amber. Soft! Let be The tender dream! Stay here with me! So, to this dream, this dream, I give Again the pulsing life I live: The faded sunset thrills the sweet Core of my soul ;—ah! nimble feet Grown old! Oh! autumn woodlands fraught With pensiveness of waking thought! The gray night gathers, soft and cold, The old dead dreams, dead dreams of old,— The cold, gray, windy breath of time, The old dead loves, the unsung rime : Autumn, the pale, gray, crispéd star, Virginal, golden nenuphar, Folden upon itself to sleep, To s…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 38

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ves meth- ods for attaining the magical memory or memory of past lives, and an insight into the function of the aspirant in this present life. Liser III. LrserJucorum. An instruction for the con- trol of speech, action and thought. Lizer XIII. Grapuum Montis ABiEcNi. An account of the task of the Aspirant from Probationer to Adept. 32

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1926 · PDF PAGE 21

Liber Al vel Legis

…the Master: thou art the Holy Chosen One. 66. Write, and find ecstasy in writing! Work, and be our bed in working! Thrill with the joy of life and death! Ah! thy death shall be lovely: whoso seeth it shall be glad. Thy death shall be the seal of the promise of our agelong love. Come! lift up thine heart and, rejoice! We are one; we are none. 67. Hold! Hold! Bear up in thy rapture; fall not in swoon of the excellent kisses! 68. Harden! Hold up thyself! Lift thine head! breathe not so deep—die! 21

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1929 · PDF PAGE 14

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…ho inexplicably claimed to be MacGregor of Glenstrae. The boy's attitude to his parents is one of the most remarkable facts of his early life. His father was his hero and his friend, though, for some reason or other, there was no real conscious intimacy or understanding. He always disliked and despised his mother. There was a physical repulsion, and an intellectual and social scorn. He treated her almost as a servant. It is perhaps on this account that he remembers practically nothing of her during this period. She always antagonized him. He re…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 108

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… upon Dead Man’s Day, In Pere Lachaise his cemetery. AVE MORS. O VIRGIN ! O my sister! Ilear me, death! The tainted kisses of the harlot life Sicken me; hers is foul and fevered breath, This notsome woman I have made my wife. She lies asweat, aslime. QO hear me, thou! Wash with thy tears this desecrated brow ! With cool chaste kisses cleanse me! Lay me out Wrapped in a spotless winding-sheet, and soothe These nerves ill nuzzled by the black swine’s snout With thine eternal anodyne of truth! The foul beast grunts and snorts; but hear me, death! …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 57

Jephthah

… 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, my father. In my f…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 13

The Goetia

…e! Cibo hate that evil should be wrought in the THorid! 4 am be, that lighteneth and thundereth, 4 am be, from whom is the Shower of the Life of Earth: 4 am be, whose mouth ever flameth: J am be, the Begetter and aABanifester unto the Light: J am be; the Grace of the Tiorid: “Che beart Pirt with a Serpent” is Wp Mame! Come Chou forth, and follow ape: and make all Spirits subject unto 9B¢e so that everp Spirit of the firmament, and of the Cther: upon the Garth and under the Earth: on orp land, or in the THater: of whirling Air or of rushing fire…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 39

Oracles

…er our wrath, to flee away, to dive Into the deep recesses of his heaven. But we, one joy, one love, one shame for leaven, Quit hope and life, quit fear and death and love, Implacable as God, desired above All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed, Knit in one soul in one delicious bed More hot than hell, more wicked than all things, Vast in our sin, whose unredeeming wings Rise o’er the world, and flap for lust of death, Eager as any one that travaileth ; So in our lust, the monstrous burden borne Heavy within the womb, we wait the morn Of it…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 13

The Star in the West

… due reverence on the pages of this volume , they must seek it in the Sibyl line verses of those books from which this one has drawn its life -blood . And they are : Aceldama . The Tale of Archais . Songs of the Spirit . Jezebel . An Appeal to the American People . Jephthah . The Mother's Tragedy . The Soul of Osiris . Carmen Saeculare . Tannhäuser . Berashith . Ahab . The God -Eater Alice . The Sword of Song . The Star and the Garter . The Argonauts . Goetia .

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1910 · PDF PAGE 70

Ambergris

…waves and bear Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, Touch, draw me with thy kiss Into thine own deep bliss, Into thy sleep, thy life, thy imperishable crown ! Let that young godhead in thine eyes Pierce mine, fulfil me of their secrecies, Thy peace, thy purity, thy soul impenetrably wise. II. All things which are complete are solitary ; The circling moon, the inconscient drift of stars, The central systems. Burn they, change they, vary ? Theirs is no motion beyond the eternal bars. Seasons and scars Stain not the planets, the unfathome…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 59

The Scented Garden

…51 Buddhist and by no means a Mohammedan doc- trine. I am a little uncertain of my transla- tion. Literally [Persian text]. The wheel of life stands still, the axis is rusty. (This line, pencilled faintly in Major Lutiy’s M.S. has been difficult to decipher : we doubt the accuracy of the above. It is not an M.S. reading. Ed.) 2. Cf. Verlaine — c’est à recommencer. But “ be- ginning ” is here “ maruk ” [Persian text] not “ rah- sid ” ; and Mahbub says that here is a punning ref- erence to Marut [Persian text] (any connection with the Sanskrit Ma…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 40

The Winged Beetle

…d blessed babes to Pan ! Oh ! like a lion-hued nightingale She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail The barren rose-tree to renew Her life with that disastrous dew, Building the rose o’ the world alight With music out of the pale moonlight ! O She is like the river of blood That broke from the lips of the bastard god, When he saw the sacred mother smile On the ibis that flew up the foam of Nile Bearing the limbs unblessed, unborn, That the lurking beast of Nile had torn ! So (for the world is weary) I These dreadful souls of sense lay by. I …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 274

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…For to mine eyes thy simple act of grace Is one step onward, whither no one can see— A little further to the Great Unknown By ways where Life's Periodics plants her rood The Living Progress landmarks all alone, Soon passed :—thou reachest on to Womanhood! IV Fair—God grant that it be fair—thy world ! With influence of Goodness shed around Far from thee may the tongue of Spite uncurl With venom'd spleen, and vicious raucous sound 1 Have mercy, God! I am not proud, not proud! But all my pent—up wrath I pour on Spite It is enough! forgive these mur…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 274

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…For to mine eyes thy simple act of grace Is one step onward, whither no one can see— A little further to the Great Unknown By ways where Life's Periodics plants her rood The Living Progress landmarks all alone, Soon passed :—thou reachest on to Womanhood! IV Fair—God grant that it be fair—thy world ! With influence of Goodness shed around Far from thee may the tongue of Spite uncurl With venom'd spleen, and vicious raucous sound 1 Have mercy, God! I am not proud, not proud! But all my pent—up wrath I pour on Spite It is enough! forgive these mur…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 196

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

… thou shalt know, Rose, even as I, How the last dust of the world is naught but dust, And how thou shalt die, being the Immortal Rose. x LIFE MEN say: “ For love's sake and for beauty’s sake We would make our songs immortal; we would give The passionate cry of summer, the secret ache That thou, our poet, knowest ;” I would live A lonely virgin for thy sake, and I Would fret no more the earth, nor tire the sky With ever-unbidden song. Ah! I would give All that my spirit hath learned of thee, to live Lonely and pure with the memory of thy kiss, A…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 196

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

… thou shalt know, Rose, even as I, How the last dust of the world is naught but dust, And how thou shalt die, being the Immortal Rose. x LIFE MEN say: “ For love's sake and for beauty’s sake We would make our songs immortal; we would give The passionate cry of summer, the secret ache That thou, our poet, knowest ;” I would live A lonely virgin for thy sake, and I Would fret no more the earth, nor tire the sky With ever-unbidden song. Ah! I would give All that my spirit hath learned of thee, to live Lonely and pure with the memory of thy kiss, A…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 21

Liber Aleph

…o thine Environment. Yet is this Adaptation but Defence for the most Part, or at the best Subterfuge and Stratagem in the Tactics of thy Life, with but an accidental and subordinate Relation to thy true Will, whereof by Consciousness and by Reason thou mayst be ignorant, unless by Fortune great and rare thou be already harmonized in thyself, the Outer with the Inner, which Grace is not common among Men, and is the Reward of previous Attainment. Neglect not simple Introspections, therefore; but give yet greater Heed unto those Dreams and Phantas…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 212

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… the answering flame that nods, Kissing the brows that bend, Uniting all earth’s periods To one exalted end. Still on the mystic Tree of Life My soul is crucified ; 4 Still strikes the sacrificial knife Where lurks some serpent-eyed Fear, passion, or man’s deadly wife Desire, the suicide ! Before me dwells the Holy One Anointed Beauty’s King ;° Behind me, mightier than the Sun, To whom the cherubs sing, A strong archangel,® known of none, Comes crowned and conquering. An angel stands on my right hand With strength of ocean’s wrath ;* Upon my le…

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