Household Gods: Large Print
- ISBN-10
- 1725541572
- ISBN-13
- 9781725541573
- Series
- Household Gods
- Pages
- 30
- Language
- English
- Published
- 2018-08-13
- Publisher
- Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
- Author
- Aleister Crowley
Description
Household Gods Aleister Crowley THE SCENE is at the hearth of CRASSUS, where is a little bronze altar dedicated to the Lares and Penates. A pale flame rises from the burning sandal-wood, on which CRASSUS throws benzoin and musk. He is standing in deep dejection. CRASSUS.Smoke without fire! No thrill of tongues licks up The offerings in the cup.Dead falls desire. Black smoke thou art, O altar-flame, that dost dismember, Devour the hearth, to leave no emberTo warm this heart. I see her still - Adela dancing here Till dim gods did appearTo work our will. The delicate girl! Diaphanous gossamer Subtly revealing herBrave breast of pearl! Now - she's withdrawn At dusk to the wild woods, Mystic beatitudesThat dure till dawn. Let life exclaim Against these things of spirit, Mankind that disinheritOf love's pure flame![He bends before the altar and begins to weep.] Ye household gods! By these male tears I swear That ye shall grant this prayer.All things at odds Shall be put straight - Harmonized, reconciled By some appointed childOf some far Fate![A curtain has been drawn aside during this invocation, andALICIA advances. She smiles subtly upon him; and, giving astrange gesture, makes one or two noiseless steps of dancing.] ALICIA.Master still sad? CRASSUS.These faint and fearful shores Of time are beaten by the surge of sense, Love worn away - by love? - to indifference.Who knows what god - or demon - she adores? Or in what wood she shelters, or what grove Sees her profane our sacrament of love? ALICIA.I saw her followThe stream in the hollowWhere never Apollo Abides.So thick are the treesThat never the breezeStirs them, or sees What satyr inhabits the glen, what nymph in the pools of it hides. Lighter of foot Than a sylph or a fairy, Sinuous, wary, I passed from the airyLawns, where the flute Of the winds made tremulous music for man. We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.
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- 2015-10-08
- 26 pages
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- 2019-01-16
- 376 pages
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