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1905 · PDF PAGE 204

Collected Works (Vol. I)

THE ILOLY PLACE 197 The limitations of this deadly night That folds me for the sign of death and sin—- O Light ! descend! My feet move vaguely on In this amazing darkness, in the gloom That I can touch with trembling sense. There shone Once, in my misty memory, in the womb Of some unformulated thought, the fame And smoke of mighty pillars ; yet my mind Is clouded with the horror of this same Path of the wise men: for my soul is blind Yet: and the foemen I have never feared I could not see (if such should cross the way), And therefore Iam strang…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 112

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…ut naked to the knife, My whole soul twitching with the stress Of the expected yet surprising strife, A martyrdom of blessedness. Though Death came, I could kiss him into life ; Though Life came, I Could kiss him into death, and yet nor live nor die! XXX Yet I that am the babe, the sire, the dam, Am also none of these at all;

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1909 · PDF PAGE 112

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…ut naked to the knife, My whole soul twitching with the stress Of the expected yet surprising strife, A martyrdom of blessedness. Though Death came, I could kiss him into life ; Though Life came, I Could kiss him into death, and yet nor live nor die! XXX Yet I that am the babe, the sire, the dam, Am also none of these at all;

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1906 · PDF PAGE 75

Gargoyles

Enough! when all is ended, when The poppied pleasure purples pain— Death—shall I laugh or smile? Amen! I'll wake, one last fond cup to drain, And then—to sleep again, to sleep again! 67

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1904 · PDF PAGE 83

The Argonauts

…l, tossed on life’s unceasing ocean, Whose waves of joy and sorrow never cease, Eternal change—one changeless thing, commotion ! Even in death no hint of calm and peace!— Here is the charm, the life-assuaging potion, Here is a better home for thee than Greece! Come, lover, to my deep, soft, sleepy breast! Here is thy rest! O mortal, sad is life! But in my kisses Thou may’st forget its fever-parchéd thirst. Age, death, and sorrow fade in slender blisses: My swoon of love drinks up the draught accurst. And all thy seasons grow as sweet as this is…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 93

Little Poems in Prose

XXVII AN HEROIC DEATH FANCIULLO was an admirable buffoon, and, what was more, on terms of something like friendship with the Prince. But for people who are devoted by profession to comedy serious affairs have a fatal attraction, and strange as it may seem that ideas of patriotism and free- dom should possess themselves masterfully of the brain of an actor, one day Fanciullo joined a conspiracy which had been got up by some discontented noblemen. There are everywhere good people ready to denounce those atrabilious individuals who want to depose …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 66

Jephthah

…; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, - In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death ; Tears divide our labouring breath That our sister—O our sister ! Moon and sun and stars have kissed her She must touch the lips of death, Touch the lips whose coldness saith : Thou art clay. Let us fare away, away To the ice whose ocean gray Tumbles on the beach of rock, Where the wheeling vultures mock Our distress with horrid cries, Where the flower relenting dies, And the sun is sharp to slay ; Wher…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 79

White Stains

…is a sword whose blade is red, Love is a deed whose fruit is dead ; Love is a tiger, fierce of power, Easily fades a spring-tide flower. Death shall come slow and soft, with the stealthy tread of a leopard ; While the few stars have grown dim, as he seeks for an innocent prey. Death shall pounce soon on the fold, where Love was a treacherous shepherd ; So with hot lips shall he come, ere the mountains are silver and grey. Life shall gasp out in the gloom, and all our desires shall perish ; Hope and its roseate crown shall fall in the dark to th…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 11

The Mother’s Tragedy

PROLOGUE ix The terror that vibrated in the breath. Hell, Death, and Sin must hear, Tremble and visibly fear, Shake the intangible chain that hungereth. That Mother of Mankind Sprang in the thunder-wind ! The strong words bind ~ For evermore, Amen! the keys of Hell and Death. Central, supreme, most formidable Night, Gathered its garments, drew itself apart, Gaunt limbs appear athwart the coprolite Veil of deep agony, display the heart; Even as a gloomy sea, Wherein dead fishes be, Poisonous things, nameless; the eightfold Fear, Misshapen crab a…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 222

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…was sinking Came the King's White Daughter, her peacocks, and her page, And before them moved the players of the charméd music singing , Death on the one hand and on the other Age . On the last Bridal step when the moon was on the river - Purple dark , with white stars, shining through above The Princess took her gold crown and cast it off for ever , Because for her gold crown she had slain her love . Forth from the thousand steps on the gleaming water , Leaving Death and Age in the Kingdom of Faerie , Sailed the page , the peacocks , and the K…

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1908 · PDF PAGE 62

Amphora

…wake refreshed to worship Thee, Thy children from infernal harm For ever free, Until we pray Thine holy breath To keep us in the Land of Death. Amen. 55

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1901 · PDF PAGE 104

The Soul of Osiris

…cries thy litany ! Thy mitre sits, divided strength, to end thy church and thee ! ” The third face spake and said : “ Welcome, O Man, to Death ! Thy little span of life is sped, Sighed out thy little breath. The worm that never dies is thine ; the fire that lingereth ! ” “ Three voices has thy frame, Their music is but one. Fool-demon, slave of night and shame, That canst not see the sun ! I am the Lord thy God : make thou homage and orison ! ” The wild heads sank in fear : Then, troubled, to those eyes Remembrance crept of many a year, Barred …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 294

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…OX “ Regarding these five Paths, I will now ask you to observe that the Tarot Keys attached to four of them, viz., The Wheel of Fortune, Death, the Devil, and the Hanged Man, are of more or less sinister and terrible import, and that only the symbol of Temperance appears to promise aid. ‘Therefore by this straight and narrow Path of D let the Philosophus advance like the arrow from the centre of wp (Qsheth) the Bow of Promise; for by this hieroglyphic of the arrow hath Sagittarius ever been represented. And as this sign of Sagittarius lieth bet…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 294

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…OX “ Regarding these five Paths, I will now ask you to observe that the Tarot Keys attached to four of them, viz., The Wheel of Fortune, Death, the Devil, and the Hanged Man, are of more or less sinister and terrible import, and that only the symbol of Temperance appears to promise aid. ‘Therefore by this straight and narrow Path of D let the Philosophus advance like the arrow from the centre of wp (Qsheth) the Bow of Promise; for by this hieroglyphic of the arrow hath Sagittarius ever been represented. And as this sign of Sagittarius lieth bet…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 579

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…er. The good man consoled himself in the vein of Galileo, and answered them: “You may laugh as much as you like. All I know is, that the death certificate was signed and the burial licence made out; eighteen hours later they were going to bury me, and here I am.” CHAPTER III THE GRAND ARCANUM OF DEATH WE often become sad in thinking that the most beautiful life must finish, and the approach of the terrible Unknown that one calls death disgusts us with all the joys of existence. Why be born, if one must live so little? Why bring up 1 Made by boi…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 579

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…er. The good man consoled himself in the vein of Galileo, and answered them: “You may laugh as much as you like. All I know is, that the death certificate was signed and the burial licence made out; eighteen hours later they were going to bury me, and here I am.” CHAPTER III THE GRAND ARCANUM OF DEATH WE often become sad in thinking that the most beautiful life must finish, and the approach of the terrible Unknown that one calls death disgusts us with all the joys of existence. Why be born, if one must live so little? Why bring up 1 Made by boi…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 150

Oracles

…r flower. Like unto foam this body whoso sees, its mirage-nature comprehends aright, Breaking dread Mara’s flower-pointed shaft he goes, Death’s monarch shall not meet his sight. Like one who strayeth gathering flowers, is he who Pleasure lusteth on ; As the flood whelms the sleeping village, so Death snaps him—he is gone. Like one who strayeth gathering flowers is he whose thoughts to Pleasure clings ; While yet unsatisfied with lusts, there conquereth him the Iron King. As the bee gathers nectar, hurts not the flower’s colour, its sweet smell…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 172

The World’s Tragedy

…adst thou but made thee Emperor, And led thy legions into war ! Thou broken reed — a birth unclean, A life sucked up in sordid spleen, A death absurd, most foully wrought To the shape of thy father’s leper-thought. This be thy doom, that thou shalt see The curses that are born of thee ! Thou black bat that hast barred the sun From the sight of man, thou minion Of death and disease, of toil and want, Of slavery, knavery, greed and cant, Of bigotry, murder, hypocrisy — Speak thou the things that are seen of thee ! ISSA Canst thou not save me, Pan…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 144

Tannhäuser

…eate and uncreate, living and dead, The Mystery of Pain. I am the Mother, I the silent Sea, The Earth, its travail, its fertility. Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness, return to me- To Me! TCKKVULLAND8PRAS8.rRINTEES.BDISIBirROH.

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1911 · PDF PAGE 62

Hail Mary

…wake refreshed to worship Thee, Thy children from infernal harm For ever free, Until we pray Thine holy breath To keep us in the Land of Death. Amen. 55

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