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1913 · PDF PAGE 22

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…s as strong as a virgin in the prime of her womanhood , She is as tender as a mother with her babe at breast. My soul was aflame for her love . I went out to her and reached up but was unworthy . I strove for her as a river that strives towards a wide ocean . I caught at the jewels in her hair , but they evaded me . The great diadem that is set in the midst of her forehead mocked me So that I was provoked and blasphemed against her , For my longing was greater than I could bear . But she took pity on me . She touched mine eyelids with her lips …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 42

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…amp must be wasted, And the delicate hurt must ache, And the sweet lips moan untasted, My lady lie lonely awake. The night is taken from love, and love’ S guerdon Is life and its burden. To-night if I turn to my lover I must'ask: If she be? who am I? To-night if her heart I uncover No heart in the night I espy. I am grips with the question of eld, and the sphinx holds fast My eyes to the past. Who am I, when I say I languish? Who is she, if I call her mine? And the fool’s and the wise man’s anguish Are burnt in the bitter shrine. The god is far…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 59

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

… a fleeting visit to town, when the sunlight excites and the breeze braces one. It is this idea of the Young Dionysus with which I am in love. I always feel myself as about eighteen or twenty; I always look at the world through those eyes. It is my constant sorrow that things do not always accommodate themselves to that point of view; and it is my eternal mission to redeem the universe to that state of intoxicated innocence and spiritual sensuality. I bring ye wine from above. ...From the vats of the storied sun. For every one of ye love, ...An…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 128

Orpheus

…ur: still there lingereth Some sad white lustre on the icy brows, Some breast-curve surely indicating breath, Some misty glamour of deep love within The eye’s cold gleam! some dimple on the chin Hinting of laughter: even now she seems A folded rosebud, where the ivory skin Closes the ripe warm centre flower, the mind, The spirit that was beautifully kind, The sense of beauty shadowed in deep dreams, Sent through the horn gates by some sleepy wind. All lingers: all is gone: a little while, And all the live sweet rapture of the smile Of her whole…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 220

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…ow are short wands with flames issuing, surmounted respectively by the symbols of LL and 8, representing the Decan. Victory after strife: Love: pleasure gained by labour: carefulness, sociability and avoiding of strife, yet victory therein: also insolence, and pride of riches and success, etc. The whole dependent on the dignity Tiphareth of ( ?יGain). Hereunto are allotted the great Angels?לאטיסand?הימלע of the Schemhamphorash. 178

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1912 · PDF PAGE 220

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…ow are short wands with flames issuing, surmounted respectively by the symbols of LL and 8, representing the Decan. Victory after strife: Love: pleasure gained by labour: carefulness, sociability and avoiding of strife, yet victory therein: also insolence, and pride of riches and success, etc. The whole dependent on the dignity Tiphareth of ( ?יGain). Hereunto are allotted the great Angels?לאטיסand?הימלע of the Schemhamphorash. 178

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1928 · PDF PAGE 81

Little Poems in Prose

…d. I do not demand from my journalist the heroic virtues of that adventure, but I do ask that he should not pass sentence upon those who love solitude and mystery. In our chattering race there are individuals who would accept with less repugnance the last penalty of the law if they were allowed to make a lengthy speech from the scaffold free from

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1928 · PDF PAGE 137

Little Poems in Prose

…shed forth the desire of greatness, beauty, glory, all that which makes a man be- lieve in immortality. But this miraculous girl was too lovely to live long, and some days after I had become acquainted with her she died. It was I myself that buried her, one day when the Spring swung its thurible even within cemeteries. It was I that buried her, well shut up into a bier of perfumed wood, incorruptible as are the cof- fers of India. And as my eyes remained fastened on the place wherein was buried my treasure, I saw (on a sudden) a little person w…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 24

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…these fickle wines to weep For one day Lethe on my threatening fear— Wine makes the ear more sharp, the eye more clear. I have sought in Love forgetfulness- and sleep— My love’s a bed of needles made to pierce, That drink be given to these women fierce ! LA BEATRICE. AS I one day to nature made lament In burnt-up lands, calcined of nutriment, Asin my musing thought’s vague random dart I slowly poised my dagger o’er my heart, I saw in full noon o’er my forehead form A deathly cloud far pregnant with the storm, That bore a flock of devils vicious…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 21

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… Angel has not come again. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) Why did God deal her out such pain? (O Holy Spirit, pity her !) Her love-hours held the Holy Ghost. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh: !) Where is he now she needs him most? (O Holy Spirit, pity her !) Joseph drinks deep outside the inn. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) She is half hated by her kin. (O Holy Spirit, pity her !) The agony increases fast. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) Each spasm is a holocaust. (O Holy Spirit, pity her !) There are three…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 38

Konx Om Pax

…e Fourth House, and the third way is all full of lions, and a person might be afraid; only whenever one comes to bite at you, there is a lovely lady who puts her hands in its mouth and shuts it. So we went through quite safely, and I thought of Daniel in the lions’ den. The Fourth House is the most wonderful of all I had ever seen. It is the most heavenly blue mansion; it is built of beryl and amethyst, and lapis lazuli and turquoise and sapphire. The centre of the floor is a pool of purest aquamarine, and in it is water, only you can see every …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 244

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…lent, Nor do sea and storm deny their music, Nor do flower and breeze refuse their kisses: So my soul is flooded with their magic; So my love completes the joy of living. I am like the sun, to whom there gather All the brightest molten seas of glory, All the isles and continents of starland. Shall I never, like the sun, be gladdened, Filled with their life, fructified, and answer Rays of gold to bid the gray horizon Melt, recede, and brighten into azure, Sing as Horace sang, and flood the ocean

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1899 · PDF PAGE 35

Tale of Archais

THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 27 The fading moon drifts sorrowful above. Then Charicles must ask his weeping love To lead him to the fountain of her tears. But she, possessed by vague and violent fears, Spake not a little while, and then began : “ O thou, a child of Heaven, and a man, Even so my lover, shall my woeful song So move thy spirit for my bitter wrong (God-nurtured though thou be) against the rods Laid on me by my mother, whom the gods, Righteous in anger, doomed, for fiery sin Kindled by hell-flames, cherishéd within Her lustful heart, for sin…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 60

The Mother’s Tragedy

…the lion’s mask and play his part Before the throne. Be ready, and be strong. PACHAD. I shall do so. Come, let us go together In hateful love and sacrilegious hate, Disease and godhead. I am still the god. [ Exeunt. Enter RATOUM. RATOUM. I stood upon the desert, and my eyes Beheld the splendid and supernal dawn Flame underneath the single star that burns

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1903 · PDF PAGE 20

The God-Eater

…over strong loathing by vast will, Hideous rapture of death. That’s for thee, man ! Thine are the scalding tears of sympathy, The tender love for the young flower. And these Are none of the priest’s. Enough ! [Exit. The door clangs again. The curtain falls; a scene drops. WRupna, an aged and wizened hag, of gigantic stature, is dis- covered seated C. The scene represents a lonely hill-top covered with stones. A little coarse grass grows in places. Three great menhirs stand up C. Moonlight.| Rupua. The rune of the breath. The saga of death. The …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 14

Rosa Mundi

…et chamber of my heart. Behind the brass of my anonymous brow. Ay ! let the coward and slave who writes write on ! He is no more harm to Love than the grey snake Who lurks in the dusk brake

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1898 · PDF PAGE 10

Jezebel

…g of a chariot grew Frightful through all the city vast : Men were afraid. But I—I knew Jehu was here, whose sword should dip Deep in my love’s adulterous lip. The spirit filled me. And behold ! I saw her dead stare to the skies. I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning with old infamies. On her incestuous mouth I fell, And lost my soul for Jezebel. I followed him afoot, afire ; Beneath her window he drew rein ; She looked forth, clad in glad attire, Haggard and hateful, once again ; And taunted him. His bastard blood Quailed, but his viol…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 122

The Mother’s Tragedy

… fame as virginal. Yet some night-leaves the southern stream may waft her, Some amorous nymph across the wood may call A loud mad chant; love, tears, harsh sombre laughter. No more at all. Oh, mother, Oh, Demeter, in my burthen Let me assume thy sorrow singular; A branching temple and an altar earthen, A fire of herbs, a clayen water-jar; An olive grove to bind the sacred girth in Lone woods afar. Let life burn gently thence, as when the ember In one faint incense-puff to shrineward dies. No care, no pain, no craving to remember, One leap towar…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 77

Tannhäuser

…ten Heart, That David never knew : my pettiness Exceeding through Her mercy and Her might The King and Priest of Israel ; for I know Her love, and She hath shewn to me Her face, 75

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1910 · PDF PAGE 52

Ambergris

…n the breathless strife ; So silent, under scourge and knife ; So tranquil, in the surge of things ; I bring them from the well of Life, Love, from celestial water-springs ! From the shrill fountain-head of God I draw out water with the rod

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