THE CHURCH TIMES

31 May 1901

(page 664)

REVIEWS.

The Soul of Osiris, by Aleister Crowley (Kegan Paul, 5s. net.), is a volume of ambitious verse, exhibiting considerable technical skill and a blatant disregard of good taste. What shall be said of a writer who puts into the mouth of Elijah such lines as these:—

Now let me die, to mix my soul

 With thy red soul, to join our hands,

To weld us in one perfect whole

 To link us with desirous hands.

Now let me die, to mate in hell

With Thee, O harlot Jezebel!