A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

by William Blake

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I Saw A Chapel All Of Gold

That none did dare to enter in,
And many weeping stood without,
Weeping, mourning, worshipping.

I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door,
And he forc’d and forc’d and forc’d,
Down the golden hinges tore.

And along the pavement sweet,
Set with pearls and rubies bright,
All his slimy length he drew
Till upon the altar white

Vomiting his poison out
On the bread and on the wine.
So I turn’d into a sty
And laid me down among the swine.

- William Blake

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The Chimney Sweeper

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue,
Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep,
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curl’d like a lambs back was shav’d, so I said.
Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head’s bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair

And so he was quiet. & that very night.
As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight
That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack
Were all of them lock’d up in coffins of black,

And by came an Angel who had a bright key
And he open’d the coffins & set them all free.
Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind.
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he’d be a good boy,
He’d have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Tho’ the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

by William Blake

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Linear Light From The Ivory Tower A Posthumous Poetry Collection

Book: Linear Light From The Ivory Tower A Posthumous Poetry Collection by Sheryl Mathis

Linear Light from the Ivory Tower is a posthumous poetry Anthology of Sheryl Williams Mathis. Sheryl, an African-American Wiccan in Georgia, was a lover of all things metaphysical and natural. She often expressed her deepest feelings through her poetry. After her death in 2001, her daughter, DaKarai Noshell Yuko, made it her mission to collect and compile her poems into two books, in honor of her mother's loving memory. Linear Light from the Ivory Tower is the first book.

Sheryl, an African-American Wiccan from Georgia, was a lover of all things metaphysical and natural. She often expressed her deepest feelings through her poetry. Some of Sheryl's poems have been featured in:

* IMAGE OF MYSTIC TRUTH by NEW WORLDS UNLIMITED 1980
* YEARBOOK OF MODERN POETRY by YOUNG PUBLICATIONS 1980
* OUR Twentieth Century'S Greatest POEMS by WORLD OF POETRY PRESS 1981
* THE FAMILY TREASURY OF GREAT POEMS by WORLD OF POETRY PRESS 1981
* EARTHSHINE by POETRY PRESS 1982
* AMERICAN POETRY ANTHOLOGY by AMERICAN POETRY ASSOCIATION 1982
* POETRY OF LOVE-PAST AND PRESENT by FINE ARTS PRESS 1982
* POEMS OF THE HEARTLAND by FAIRLANE HOUSE 1990's
* HONEY CREEK ANTHOLOGY OF CONTEMPORARY POETRY by FAIRLANE HOUSE 1990's Sheryl's many awards include:
* THE GOLDEN POET AWARD by WORLD OF POETRY PRESS 1989 * AWARD OF MERIT by WORLD OF POETRY PRESS 1989

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The Witches Creed

Hear Now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night,
When dark was our destiny's pathway,
That now we bring forth into light.

Mysterious water and fire,
The earth and the wide-ranging air,
By hidden quintessence we know them,
And will and keep silent and dare.

The birth and rebirth of all nature,
The passing of winter and spring,
We share with the life universal,
Rejoice in the magical ring.

Four times in the year the Great Sabbat
Returns, and the witches are seen
At Lammas and Candlemas dancing,
On May Eve and old Hallowe'en.

When day-time and night-time are equal,
When sun is at greatest and least,
The four Lesser Sabbats are summoned,
And Witches gather in feast.

Thirteen silver moons in a year are,
Thirteen is the coven's array.
Thirteen times at Esbat make merry,
For each golden year and a day.

The power that was passed down the age,
Each time between woman and man,
Each century unto the other,
Ere time and the ages began.

When drawn is the magical circle,
By sword or athame of power,
Its compass between two worlds lies,
In land of the shades for that hour.

This world has no right then to know it,
And world of beyond will tell naught.
The oldest of Gods are invoked there,
The Great Work of magic is wrought.

For the two are mystical pillars,
That stand at the gate of the shrine,
And two are the powers of nature,
The forms and the forces divine.

The dark and the light in succession,
The opposites each unto each,
Shown forth as a God and a Goddess:
Of this our ancestors teach.

By night he's the wild wind's rider,
The Horned One, the Lord of the Shades.
By day he's the King of the Woodland,
The dweller in green forest glades.

She is youthful or old as she pleases,
She sails the torn clouds in her barque,
The bright silver lady of midnight,
The crone who weaves spells in the dark.

The master and mistress of magic,
That dwell in the deeps of the mind,
Immortal and ever-renewing,
With power to free or to bind.

So drink the good wine to the Old Gods,
And Dance and make love in their praise,
Till Elphame's fair land shall receive us
In peace at the end of our days.

And Do What You Will be the challenge,
So be it Love that harms none,
For this is the only commandment.
By Magic of old, be it done!

Doreen Valiente, "Witchcraft For Tomorrow" pp.172-173

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Paganistic Poem

By Daniel Edmonds

Go ahead and talk about us, as we seem to make you doubt,
Because God has condemned us by what we can't live without.
Preach at us when we draw near just like all Christians do.
But don't come running back to us when spirits walk on through.

We freeze your conversations when we pass you on the street,
If only we saw your true God, oh wouldn't that be sweet
We may well be exploited by your taunts forevermore
But we will not be swayed from the things we most adore.

We endured with admiration of our gods through burning days
And salvaged what we could from our true Karmic Phrase
To say what we believe is wrong, you really have some nerve
We deserve some freedom from the one you claim to serve.

Say that we are sinners, as we have no common sense?
As if we'd copy what you do at our own self-expense!
You look up at your "true" god to receive his holy smile,
It doesn't mean that we agree, or will change our pagan style.

You can laugh at our starvation, and our divining games,
But know that when we rest at last, our time will come again
You've picked up quite the story, likely brainwashed from the womb,
What happened to love thy neighbor - you've been corrupted, but by whom?

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The Benevolent Witch

With friendly wand awhirling air
And kindly smile without a care,
A plump stripped cat in her abode
'Next a croaking green and warty toad,
A long haired whimsical wonderful witch
Completes a spell without a hitch.
And laughing joy and turn around
To bring her love to earth abound.
Deosil thrice and widdershins
Bind and hold and wash of sins,
Til this age is safely kept
And no more tears of pain are wept.

Authored and contributed by Toadie

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Panchanga Tantra The Magic Of The Indian Calendar System

Book: Panchanga Tantra The Magic Of The Indian Calendar System by Regulagedda Akshay

The fable of Apara Ganita and the Mystical Garden of Enchanted Numbers is obviously fictional. The inspiration is Leelavati Ganitam, a chapter in the ancient mathematical treatise, the Siddhanta Siromani, written by Bhaskaracharya in 1150CE. The Leelavati Ganitam is fascinating not only for its treatment of indeterminate analysis and a method to solve Pell’s Equation, but also, as a Canadian university’s website on mathematical history puts it, for its poetic conversation between the narrator and a narratee named Leelavati1. The similarity between this poetic construct and the conversation between Apara Ganita and the dwara palika is probably noticeable. Frame stories are not common for scientific research papers, but they certainly have a historical precedent.

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Ssotbme Revised An Essay On Magic

Book: Ssotbme Revised An Essay On Magic by Ramsey Dukes

Here is a new, revised edition of a book first published by The Mouse That Spins in April 1975 as ‘SSOTBME’ an essay on magic, its Foundations, Development and place in modern life. Since then it has run to two English, one American, two Polish and at least one German edition — and earned many friends along the way.

The book was originally conceived in 1974 as an essay to be included within a longer book. Christopher MacIntosh had proposed a collection of essays on topics such as Tantricism, Zen Buddhism and other exotic religious ideas which had been attracting wider interest in the West since the hippy era — and he thought it would be rather interesting to include a piece on Western Ritual Magic. The required contribution was written, but the book idea was shelved (as it were). That left a nice essay which was worth editing and publishing in its own right.

The publishing house was called ‘The Mouse That Spins’ because Companies’ House would not permit my use of ‘The Imperial Publishing House Of Great Britain’— a name which I considered rather cool and revolutionary at the time. It is less easy to explain why the book was originally published anonymously. So I won’t. Ramsey Dukes was asked to revise the text for this edition, on the assumption that he wrote the essay — however his style was more verbose than the original (maybe an effect of the corrupting influence of word processors since 1974) so his main additions have been ghettoised into appended chapters in smaller print in order to preserve the integrity of the original.

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Sweet Bell Of The Garden

"Sssssh," mother's teaching now
And She's wearing the face of a child
Moonfaced self sure maiden
Not quite wild

She's bearing snails and centipedes
She's laughing in the sun
She's Walking in the lowlands now
And She's only just begun

She's singing in the cricket's song
She's dancing in the dew
She's come, Sweet Bell of the Garden
To enchant you.

-Merry- June 5, 1995

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Various Essays On Lucid Dreaming

Book: Various Essays On Lucid Dreaming by Stephen La Berge

A number of Techniques facilitate lucid dreaming. One of the simplest is asking Yourself many times during the day whether you are dreaming. Each time you ask the question, you should look for evidence proving you are not dreaming. The most reliable test: Read something, look away for a moment, and then read it again. If it reads the same way twice, it is unlikely that you are dreaming. After you have proved to yourself that you are not presently dreaming, visualize yourself doing what it is you'd like. Also, tell yourself that you want to recognize a nighttime dream the next time it occurs. The mechanism at work here is simple; it's much the same as picking up milk at the grocery store after reminding yourself to do so an hour before.

At night people usually realize they are dreaming when they Experience unusual or bizarre occurrences. For instance, if you find yourself flying without visible means of support, you should realize that this happens only in dreams and that you must therefore be dreaming. If you awaken from a dream in the middle of the night, it is very helpful to return to the dream immediately, in your imagination. Now envision yourself recognizing the dream as such. Tell yoursel, "The next time I am dreaming, I want to remember to recognize that I am dreaming." If your intention is strong and clear enough, you may find yourself in a lucid dream when you return to sleep.

Even if you're a frequent lucid dreamer, you may not be able to stop yourself from waking up in mid-dream. And even if your dreams do reach a satisfying end, you may not be able to focus them exactly as you please. During our years of research, however, we have found that spinning your dream body can sustain the period of sleep and give you greater dream control. In fact, many subjects at Stanford University have used the spinning technique as an effective means of staying in a lucid dream. The task outlined below will help you use spinning as a means of staying asleep and, more exciting, as a means of traveling to whatever dream world you desire. When spinning, try to notice whether you're moving in a clockwise or counter-clockwise direction. - Stephen LaBerge and Jayne Gackenbach

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The Sick Rose

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

by William Blake

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The Indian Serenade By Percy Bysshe Shelley

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me -- who knows how?
To thy chamber window, Sweet!

The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream--
And the Champak's odours
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must on thine,
O beloved as thou art!

O lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast:
O press it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last

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Odin Lament

by Carol E. Meacham/Kano Runstafr Odinsdottir @ Copyright 1991 by Carol E. Meacham

This poem may be used in ritual, but I ask that you give appropriate author credit if published.

I heard the horn's cry
Clouds on the wind fly
Wood smoke and blood's tang
The call of the wolf rang
Long and loud in the stillness
Deep and wide in the vastness
A star's shine in the vast night
A tiny spark, proclaiming it's right
To be, as I am, whole
By Odin's decree playing it's role
Until the hour of need
When all bonds are freed
And the final winter arrives
Of Odin's host, not one alive
To proclaim what has been
What was to be and be again
"It is time," declared our lord
"When death will wait on our swords
When Light will perish in the dark
When sons and daughters see the mark
Of That Which proves a dying day
Come to steal the souls away
From your old Father's hand
What warriors here, from every land!
'Twould be a sorry sight,
Were we not to fight
Against the Norn's decree.
Come, my shieldmen, to me!
Where is Thor, my warrior son
Who's chariot makes the day to run
Cursed Loki, trickster, fool!
Condemned to lie in the poison pool!
Go away from me, betraying child!
You who makes the Fates run wild!
Traitor to Balder, fair as the light!
Because of you, the world in blight.
Faithful Tyr, Mighty Thor,
Beautiful Freya, to live no more
In Asgard's sacred halls of gold
All for Loki, mischief bold!
Oh, that I might hold back time,
For one more day of fairest clime
But now Ragnarok will claim my bones
The world will end with agony's groans
As your wise old Father at last retires
To Hela's embrace and Muspellheim's fires
Oh, my son, my faithful wife,
How long, how long our graceful lives?
Oh Asgard, beloved golden land
How long, how long, your rule to my hand?
My ravens, my wolves, my Valkyries fierce
Death's cold barbs, my heart they pierce
I did not know, I could not see
The runes did not reveal that need
But no more words, now march on
To war, to death, 'til time is gone!
For all that we have given here
I will not flinch, I will not fear
Oh my children, fight well and true
I go before to welcome you
Go not easy into death
Let not Hela steal your last breath
Whatever is left beyond the veil
I know that you can never fail!
For was it not all foretold
In runes and stones and tales of old?
And through it all the sun will rise
You see, your Father is Truly Wise!
For was not a new day promised?
Ah, but that sunrise I will miss
For after me will come a new lord
To take up the fight and claim the sword
So sing of me, when you gather here,
I will listen, never fear
For though I am gone, my power fades
I still can hear your prayers for aid
And I will answer, as I may,
And help to chase your fears away."
So the Lord did go out to Ragnarok
Fought til Hela's cold arms did lock
About the AllFather's ancient form
Oh, what wailing, what storms!
Grievous day, to come at last
After so long the fateful blast
Brave Thor, taken by the Serpent's coils
It's poison in his veins did roil
Soon he, too, did follow the path
Vanquished by the Serpent's wrath.
There the Hammer did lay,
Quiet and still, it's master away
Gone forever from Thor's hand
Quiet and still, the newborn land
Without it's gods to guard
A new race to be it's ward
And tell the tales as were told
Of ancient gods in a land of gold.

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Poetic Edda Edda Saeundar Hinns Froda

Book: Poetic Edda Edda Saeundar Hinns Froda by Benjamin Thorpe

Saemund, son of Sigfus, the reputed collector of the poems bearing his name, which is sometimes Also Called the Elder, and the Poetic, Edda, was of a highly distinguished family, being descended in a direct line from King Harald Hildetonn. He was born at Oddi, his paternal dwelling in the south of Iceland, between the years 1054 and 1057, or about 50 years after the establishment by law of the Christian religion in that island; hence it is easy to imagine that many heathens, or baptized favourers of the old mythic songs of heathenism, may have lived in his days and imparted to him the lays of the times of old, which his unfettered mind induced him to hand down to posterity.

The youth of Saemund was passed in travel and study, in Germany and France, and, according to some accounts, in Italy. His cousin John ogmundson, who later became first bishop of Holum, and after his death was received among the number of saints, when on his way to Rome, fell in with his youthful kinsman, and took him back with him to Iceland, in the year 1076. Saemund afterwards became a priest at Oddi, where he instructed many young men in useful learning; but the effects of which were not improbably such as to the common people might appear as witchcraft or magic: and, indeed, Saemund's predilection for the sagas and songs of the old heathen times (even for the magical ones) was so well known, that among his countrymen there were some who regarded him as a great sorcerer, though chiefly in what is called white or innocuous and defensive sorcery, a repute which still clings to his memory among the common people of Iceland, and will long adhere to it through the numerous and popular stories regarding him (some of them highly entertaining) that are orally transmitted from generation to generation.

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Listening Prayer

HERE ARE OUR FAVORITE PRAYERS, AFFIRMATIONS, POEMS, AND QUOTES:

"Do not wait for leaders:"do it alone,"person to person"-Mother Teresa"

Thank you to the Mother

Thank you to the Father

Thank you to the Living Spirit

within all things.

Abracadabra

Trinka Five

Gypsy Magic

Comes Alive

HERE IS A GYPSY TRANSLATION OF THE LORD'S PRAYER:

My sweet God,

who art there in Heaven,

may thy name come hallowed;

may thy kingdom come hither;

may they do all that thou wishest upon earth,

as in Heaven.

Give me to-day my daily bread,

and forgive me all that I cannot pay thee,

as I shall forgive other men all that they do not pay me.

Do not let me fall into evil desire;

but take me out from all wickedness.

For thine is the kingdom,

thine the power,

thine the glory now and ever.

Go with God!

Stay with God!

Go, for God's sake!

Stay, for God's sake!

By God!

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a nice plump missionary.

-Oscar Wilde

Wealth can not exist in the wrong place.

Growth can not exist where no foundation is established.

Prosperity occurs where good foundation is set at the right place.

Anything worth doing is worth doing slow.

-Mae West

ELEPHANT WONDERING

A seed

Has sprouted beneath a golden leaf

In a dark forest.

This seed is seriously contemplating

Seriously wondering about

The moseying habits

Of the Elephant.

Why?

Because

In this lucid, wine-drenched tale

The Elephant is really --

God,

Who has

His big foot upon us,

Upon the golden leaf under which lies

This sprouting

Universe

Wherein

We are all a little concerned

And

Nervous.

-Hafiz

Here is a prayer for unexpected income:

We dwell in the midst of infinite abundance.

The abundance of God is our infinite source.

The river of life is always flowing.

It flows through us into lavish expression.

Good comes to us through unexpected avenues.

God works in myriad ways to bless us.

We now open our minds to receive our good and wonderful things

begin to happen.

With God as our source, everything amazes us.

We give freely and fearlessly into life and life gives back to

us with fabulous increase.

Blessings come in expected and unexpected ways.

God provides for us and we are grateful.

And so it is.

The Prosperity Prayer

by Lynn Robinson Copyright 2002

"Dear God "

"I surrender my financial affairs and concerns about money to your Divine care and love."I ask that you remove my worries, anxieties and fears about money, and replace them with faith.

I know and trust that my debts will be paid and money will flow into my life.

I have only to look to nature to see proof of the abundance you provide.

I release all negative thoughts about money, and know that prosperity is my true state.

I commit to being grateful for all that I now have in my life.

I learn to manage my finances wisely, seeking help where needed.

And finally, I ask you to help me understand my purpose in life and to act on that purpose with courage and strength.

I know that prosperity will come, in part, by doing work I love.

Please help me use my skills and knowledge to be of service in the world.

Thank you, God.

Amen

GOD SPEAK TO ME

The man whispered,

"God speak to me."

And a meadowlark sang,

but the man did not hear.

Then the man yelled,

"God speak to me."

And thunder rolled across the sky,

but the man did not listen.

The man looked around and said,

"God let me see you."

And the stars shined brightly,

but the man did not notice.

And the man shouted,

"God show me a miracle!"

And a life was born,

but the man did not know.

So the man cried out in despair,

"Touch me God and let me know you are here."

Whereupon,

God reached down and touched the man,

but the man brushed the butterfly away

and walked on.

So remember,

don't miss out on a blessing

just because it isn't packaged the way you expect.

Take notice of the things around you.

-Author unknown

A beautiful exerpt from an article posted at the Yunsai Society can be found on this page. It is too long to post here, but is well worth reading.

"I relax and cast aside all mental burdens,"allowing God to express through me "His perfect love, peace, and wisdom."

-from Scientific Healing Affirmations by Paramahansa Yogananda

The Prayer of Protection:

The light of God surrounds me

The love of God enfolds me

The power of God protects me

The presence of God watches over me

Where ever I am - God is

And all is well.

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Household Gods Comedy

Book: Household Gods Comedy by Aleister Crowley

"The Household," a one-act Comedy that makes readers roar With laughter, is eaxctly one of those masterpieces by This important Bristish writer that needs to be rediscovered by contemporary readers.

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Magic Poems

Book: Magic Poems by John Foster

Here is a wonderful Collection of poems about every kind of magic you can think of, with zany full-colour illustrations by the inimitable Korky Paul. Poets featured include Tony Mitton, Michaela Morgan, and Jack Prelutsky. Children will love the humor that runs throughout, and the book is a great Introduction to poetry, whether at home or at school. This gifted pair work so well Together. The collection is in constant demand. If this combination of verse and illustration doesn't make you laugh out loud, then you must have missed out on the sense of humour gene.

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Introduction To The Elder Edda

Book: Introduction To The Elder Edda by John Ronald Tolkien

The Elder Edda is not a single continuous narrative, but a collection of poems, most of which are preserved in the Konungsbok, or Codex Regius (King's Book), copied in Iceland about A.D. 1270. The poems are the work of many poets. Their language suggests that they were composed between 800 and 1100 A.D. and first written down between 1150 and 1250 A.D. The poems are a rich source of Information for culture and belief among the Vikings. They are not, however, purely Scandinavian. Christian Irish influence is likely, while the Sigurd story draws on actual events among the tribes that invaded the Roman Empire between 350-600 A.D.

The Elder Edda first came to scholarly attention in the seventeenth century as antiquarian interest in the non-classical past was growing in Europe. It was published in its entirety just as intense romantic and nationalistic interest in the perceived tribal ancestors of the European nation states emerged towards the end of the eighteenth century. This interest, combined with the new science of philology, ensured popular and scholarly interest in texts like the Elder Edda. Some of the lays were available in bowdlerized versions even for children by the later nineteenth century. In the hands of Richard Wagner, the Elder Edda became the foundation of one of the century's masterpieces. While northern legends and the Scholarship based on it were misused by the Nazis to develop and further their ideas of race, they are seriously misrepresented by such ideas. In the 1960s, the poet W. H. Auden in collaboration with an Old Norse scholar, Paul B. Taylor, produced a Translation of sixteen of the poems.

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Myth Ritual And Religion

Book review: Myth Ritual And Religion by Andrew Lang

The original edition of Myth, Ritual and Religion, published in 1887, has long been out of print. In revising the book I have brought it into line with the ideas expressed in the second part of my Making of Religion (1898) and have excised certain passages which, as the book first appeared, were inconsistent with its main thesis. In some cases the original passages are retained in notes, to show the nature of the development of the author's opinions. A
fragment or two of controversy has been deleted, and chapters xi. and xii., on the religion of the lowest races, have been entirely rewritten, on the strength of more recent or earlier information lately acquired.

The gist of the book as it stands now and as it originally stood is contained in the following lines from the preface of 1887: "While the attempt is made to show that the wilder features of myth survive from, or were borrowed from, or were imitated from the ideas of people in the savage condition of thought, the existence--even among savages--of comparatively pure, if inarticulate, religious beliefs is insisted on throughout". To that opinion I adhere, and I trust that it is now expressed with more consistency than in the first edition. I have seen reason, more and more, to doubt the validity of the "ghost theory," or animistic hypothesis, as explanatory of the whole fabric of religion; and I present arguments against Mr. Tylor's contention that the higher conceptions of savage faith are borrowed from missionaries. It is very possible, however, that Mr. Tylor has arguments more powerful than those contained in his paper of 1892.

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