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1909 · PDF PAGE 223

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…of gold for its throat, A scarlet bow for its horns. I have bought a lark in the lift For the price of a butt of sherry: With these, and God for a gift, It needs no wine to be merry! I have bought for a wafer of bread A garden of poppies and clover; For a water bitter and dead A foam of fire flowing over. From the Lamb and his prison fare And the owl’s blind stupor, arise! Be ye wise, and strong, and fair, And the nectar afloat in your eyes! Arise, O ambrosial moon By the strong immemorial spell, By the subtle veridical rune That is mighty in h…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 222

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…we lament thee, as awful anguish Seizes on the infinite maze of mortals. See we love that yearns to the golden portals Bound of the grey god. Love, thy children, laughter and sunlight, languish. Aphrodite, miracle of the flashed foam, Burns with beaten agony in the lashed foam; Down is the day-god. Ay! this first of Lesbian lamentations Still shall burn from zeon to idle zon ! (Chorus, epithalmy, ode, and pzean Dumb or dishevelled !) Still my songs shall murmur across the nations, Gain their meed of misery, praise, and yearning, Smite their str…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 176

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…lled of harmonies. Such songs were hers. What song is hers to-night When she is smitten in her bridal bed, Because I would not trust the God that gave Her smooth virginity to godlier might, My glory? There she lies divine and dead Because I would not trust the sullen wave | Of time ; and chose this way-—her grave. I had not thought the poison left her so— Smiling, enticing, exquisite. I meant Rather that beauty to destroy, to leave No subtle languors on that breast of snow, No curves by God’s caressing finger bent, To bid me think of her: I wou…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 99

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…he wheel may whirl again, That some dull devil in my ear may show me: ‘‘For John the Baptist’s head—so danced Salome !” ? VIII. Then, in God’s name forbear! It does not matter. Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter. Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well. For heaven they balance us an equal hell. We discard both; an infinite Universe Remains; we sum it up—an infinite curse. So—amIaman? I lack my wife’s embrace. Am I outworn? I see the harlot’s face. Is the love better and the knowledge worse? Shall I seek knowledge and coun…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 10

An Appeal to the American Republic

Swords that clang sharp on heaven’s anvil, white With heat of God’s own forehead that beholds The building broken that is made of might, Nor builded firm on justice’ iron height, Nor is not cast in mercy’s sliver mould :— Swords sharp to slay, when vengeance must its fill Drink of the bloody rill Wherein men lave their mouths, arise and smite and kill. Listen all lands, and wonder ! For the night Rolls back her beaten iron, and the day Breaks, and the passionate heralds of the light, Armoured with love for panoply of might, Rush on the portals …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 228

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…rd not in vain, lay down And died, to pass where cold and any pain Are not. So still the night is, like the crown Most white of the high God that glittereth, The stars surround the moon, and Nereids drown Their rippled tresses in her golden breath. Let us keep watch, my true love, caught at last Between my hands, and not remember death. Only bethink us of the daylight past, The long chase oversea, the storm, the speed Whereby we ran before the leaping blast, And left the swift pursuers at our need With one wrecked dragon and one shattered ; yea…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 54

The Mother’s Tragedy

…s About the skirts of Night: These bowed and shaped themselves and said : “It shall be thus!” And the intolerable luminous Death that is god bent down his head And answered: “ Thus, immutably, Above all days and deeds, shall be!” And the great Light that is above all gods Lifted his calm brow, spake, and all the seas, And all the air, and all the periods Of seasons and of stars gave ear, and these Vaults of the heaven heard The great white Light that shaped its secrecies Into one holy terrible word, | Higher than all words spoken; for He said: …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 87

The Soul of Osiris

…I too was wounded : shameful runs the song. She nursed me through that melancholy long Month of despair : she won my life from death. Ah God ! she won that most reluctant breath Out of corruption : love ! ah ! love is strong ! What waters quench it ? King Shalomeh saith. I am the king : you know it, friend ! We wed. That is the tale of how my wooing sped. And oh ! the quest : half won—incredible ? I am so brave, and pure—folk love me well. But oh ! my life, my being ! That is dead, And my whole soul—a whirlwind out of hell !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 344

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ath the warm essence of myrtle, the fragrance of pine, The languorous smoke of a temple obscene yet divine, Which gladdens the soul of a god in his passionate ire. So silent those nights, I could fancy the uttermost deep Engulfed us for ever,—for ever in silence to keep The tale of our wooing: till sweetly the murderous hours Had lulled us to rest; and the magical poison of flowers Had stolen our brains, and our eyelids were heavy with sleep. Ah love! They are banished, yet not so the strength of the spell Which holds both our beings in bondage…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 344

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…ath the warm essence of myrtle, the fragrance of pine, The languorous smoke of a temple obscene yet divine, Which gladdens the soul of a god in his passionate ire. So silent those nights, I could fancy the uttermost deep Engulfed us for ever,—for ever in silence to keep The tale of our wooing: till sweetly the murderous hours Had lulled us to rest; and the magical poison of flowers Had stolen our brains, and our eyelids were heavy with sleep. Ah love! They are banished, yet not so the strength of the spell Which holds both our beings in bondage…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 122

The Scented Garden

…es. The Satire is of course against those who think that the difficulty of self-created matter is overcome by postulating a self-created God. Thus [Persian text] Jade might become [Persian text] a maker of Jade, were only Jade a verbal root. As [Persian text] slayer from the root [Persian text] to slay. 5. The Takhallus being absent from this Ghazal, it is either spurious or unfinished ; or else affords us a ground for rejecting those Ghazals which but for the Takhallus would be declared not to be au- thentic. This latter view has guided us to …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 22

Mortadello

… innermost intent to save our hapless city. O Monica ! the meek and mystic eremite ! ALESSANDRO. No gardeners ? It’s odd !—O maid of—who God knows ! LORENZO. Her knees are worn with prayers ! With fasts her frame is weak ! ALESSANDRO. I know—I have been there ! I could not move or speak ! LORENZO. Yours is a loathsome mind. ALESSANDRO. You—cultivate the same ! These ladies you might find reciprocate your flame. With love the man who trifles, advancement surely misses— Affairs of state one stifles with very skilful kisses !

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1912 · PDF PAGE 293

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE NEW EVELYN HOPE IV No, indeed I For God above Is great to grant, is mighty to make, But how about Tolstoy's “Thoughts on Love "? And Havelock Ellis for culture’s sake? Delayed we may be for more lives yet, Through worlds I shall traverse not a few ; E'en Η͵ Ρ. Blavatsky I shall forget Ere again I read Annie Besant with you. V But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what’s meant I shall say By the novels of Evelyn Underhill, And Tchekhof's and Wedekind’s dramas gray. Why you loved Bergson I shall divine ; The Lords of Kar…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 293

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE NEW EVELYN HOPE IV No, indeed I For God above Is great to grant, is mighty to make, But how about Tolstoy's “Thoughts on Love "? And Havelock Ellis for culture’s sake? Delayed we may be for more lives yet, Through worlds I shall traverse not a few ; E'en Η͵ Ρ. Blavatsky I shall forget Ere again I read Annie Besant with you. V But the time will come, at last it will, When, Evelyn Hope, what’s meant I shall say By the novels of Evelyn Underhill, And Tchekhof's and Wedekind’s dramas gray. Why you loved Bergson I shall divine ; The Lords of Kar…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 407

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…ubstance is what Hermes Trismegistus calls the great Zelesma. When it produces splendour, it is called Light. It is this substance which God creates before everything else, when He says, “ Let there be light.” It is at once substance and movement. It is fluid, and a perpetual vibration. Its inherent force which sets it in motion is called magnetism. In the infinite, this unique substance is the ether, or the etheric light. In the stars which it magnetizes, it becomes astral light. In organized beings, light, or magnetic fluid. In man it forms t…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 407

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…ubstance is what Hermes Trismegistus calls the great Zelesma. When it produces splendour, it is called Light. It is this substance which God creates before everything else, when He says, “ Let there be light.” It is at once substance and movement. It is fluid, and a perpetual vibration. Its inherent force which sets it in motion is called magnetism. In the infinite, this unique substance is the ether, or the etheric light. In the stars which it magnetizes, it becomes astral light. In organized beings, light, or magnetic fluid. In man it forms t…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 53

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

JEPHTHAH. 31 By children loving me, to be a harness To drive me on the road of happiness To the far goal of heaven. Would to God It might be so a little ere I die! CHORUS OF ELDERS. This doubtful word his fuming lips gave forth: A maiden shall be slain for many men. This only of his fury seemed obscure. JEPHTHAH. A maiden shall be slain for many men. Surely, O people, and men of Israel, The prophecy is happy to the end. For see yon moon that creeps inviolate Against the corner of the mountains so, Slowly and gracefully to lighten us. So, ere th…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 73

Tale of Archais

…ound her the iron gates of hell In gloomy strength : so sweet, so terrible, So fair, her image in the brook might make A passionless old god his hunger slake By plunging in the waters, though he knew His drowning body drowned her image too. Yet she seemed gentle. Never thorn assailed The tender finger that would touch, nor failed The strong desire of Zeus, who wisely went, As was his wont, with amorous intent Among those pastures, and fresh fragrant lawns, And dewy wonder of new woods, where dawns A new flower every day, a perfect flower, Each …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 40

The Mother’s Tragedy

…stance. Mine old eyes look askance: It is my punishment to dwell In mine own self-created hell. [CORA vushes in. MADELINE. What curse of God hath smitten you? I see Exceeding horror in abiding shape, Blasting the countenance of peace and love With some distortion. O your mouth’s awry! CORA, 2% a hoarse, horrible voice, You cannot tell! I cannot tell myself. Some vital mist of blood is shrouding sight From all but my corruption’s self. Come here And look within mine eyes, if you can see

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1902 · PDF PAGE 42

Tannhäuser

…nderstand ? Believe ! No soul has crossed in utter sympathy And yet returned ; because of this decree : No man can look upon the face of God ! Yet Moses looked upon His hinder parts. And I —yes, goddess ! in this passionate Life in our secret mountain, well I know Thy beauty, and Thy love, (although they be Infinite, far beyond the mortal mind, Body, or soul to touch, to comprehend. And dwell in) that the utter intimate Knowledge of Thee, if once I ravelled out Thy secret, laid Thee naked to the bone— Nay, to the marrow ! were to come, aware. F…

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