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1910 · PDF PAGE 143

Ambergris

…ut thy brow Twine, and the disk of flaming light Is on thee, seated in the prow Of the Sun’s bark, enthrones above With lapis-lazuli for love And ruby for enormous force Chosen to seat thee, thee girt round With leopard’s spell, and golden sound Of planets choral in their course ! O thou self-formulated sire ! Self-master of thy dam’s desire ! Thine eyes blaze forth with fiery light ; Thine heart a secret sun of flame ! I adore the insuperable might : I bow before the unspoken Name. For I am Yesterday, and I To-day, and I to-morrow, born Now an…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 24

The Winged Beetle

14 ROSA COELI XIV Give me thine hand, Rose of the Stars, and we will soar above Wisdom and Strength and Love, Into the sphere where all delight retires In azure flames and silver-edgéd fires. Now through the veil we shoot Like snaky lightning through a thundercloud Up to the awful precipice-skirted place Where deaf, blind, palsied, mute There sits the leprous God ; we laugh aloud Seeing him face to face, Blowing him like a shaken sheaf of snow With a brief gust of wind Over the cliffs of his ensanguine throne ; Seating ourselves thereon, as men…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 218

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

38 THE RITES OF ELEUSIS Caught in that fiery wave, Her love and life she gave With one last kissing cry the unborn child to save. And thou, Ο Zeus, the sire Of Bromius—hunter dire !4- Didst snatch the unborn babe from that Olympian fire: In thine own thigh most holy That offspring melancholy Didst hide, didst feed, on light, ambrosia, and moly. Ay ! and with serpent hair And limbs divinely {air Didst thou, Dionysus, leap forth to the nectar air ! Ay! thus the dreams of fate We dare commemorate, Twining in lovesome curls the spoil of mate and mate…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 301

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

… the stars! Ο virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! By the force of the fashion Of love, when I broke Through the shroud, through the cloud, Through the storm, through the smoke, Το the mountain of passion Volcanic that woke— By the rage of the mage I invoke, I invoke! By the midnight of madness, The lone-lying sea, The swoon of the moon, Your swoon into me ; The sentinel sadness Of cliff-clinging pine, That night of delight You were mine, you were mine! You were mine, Ο my saint, My maiden,…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 218

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

38 THE RITES OF ELEUSIS Caught in that fiery wave, Her love and life she gave With one last kissing cry the unborn child to save. And thou, Ο Zeus, the sire Of Bromius—hunter dire !4- Didst snatch the unborn babe from that Olympian fire: In thine own thigh most holy That offspring melancholy Didst hide, didst feed, on light, ambrosia, and moly. Ay ! and with serpent hair And limbs divinely {air Didst thou, Dionysus, leap forth to the nectar air ! Ay! thus the dreams of fate We dare commemorate, Twining in lovesome curls the spoil of mate and mate…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 301

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

… the stars! Ο virgin in armour, Thine arrows unsling In the brilliant resilient First rays of the spring! By the force of the fashion Of love, when I broke Through the shroud, through the cloud, Through the storm, through the smoke, Το the mountain of passion Volcanic that woke— By the rage of the mage I invoke, I invoke! By the midnight of madness, The lone-lying sea, The swoon of the moon, Your swoon into me ; The sentinel sadness Of cliff-clinging pine, That night of delight You were mine, you were mine! You were mine, Ο my saint, My maiden,…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 187

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…l tear . Some are purple and cold - flecked grey , For her who has journeyed through life 's midway , Whose hands have cherished , whose love has blessed And cradled fair sons on her faithful breast , Who serves her household in fruitful pride , And worships the gods at her husband 's side . 168

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1913 · PDF PAGE 125

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…0. I am thine! [They drink and greet as before. Nay, drink ! 1. Art thou armed ? 0. With a knife. [o. draws the dagger from her hair. 1. Love is better than life. [o. cats a L, or af possible, the Sigil of N.O.X., on 1.’s breast. o. Let us dance! 85

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1913 · PDF PAGE 125

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…0. I am thine! [They drink and greet as before. Nay, drink ! 1. Art thou armed ? 0. With a knife. [o. draws the dagger from her hair. 1. Love is better than life. [o. cats a L, or af possible, the Sigil of N.O.X., on 1.’s breast. o. Let us dance! 85

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1905 · PDF PAGE 120

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…or this! And when I go To sleep the last sleep in the slumberous snow, Let child and man and woman yet re- call One little moment that I loved you so ! Let some high pinnacle my tombstone be, My epitaph the murmur of the sea, The clouds of heaven be fleeces for my pall, My unknown grave the cradle of the free. TWO SONNETS ON HEARING THE MUSIC OF BRAHMS AND TSCHAIKOWSKY. To C. G. LAMB. I. My soul is aching with the sense of sound Whose angels trumpet in the angry air ; Wild mzenads with their fiery snakes en- wound In the black waves of my abund…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 45

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…h ! oh! GLENSTRAE. and so you shall, my dear, so you shall. Come and live with my wife as her com- panion, and we will try and find your lover for you. No doubt the arts of this—er— designing female will soon lose their power —there, there, no thanks, I beg! I never could bear to see a pretty wench cry—there, there ! AIOLLY. O sir, my lord, how can I thank you? GLENSTRAE. Come in, my dear, and let us see your father about it... . Can you spare an old man a kiss? MOLLY. O my lord! GLENSTRAE (4issing her). There, there! Where is your father? - [ …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 24

Jephthah

…e thou our judge, as Joshua long ago. JEPHTHAH. Swear by the Name unspoken that the truth Flashes between the lips that tremble thus! Ye love me not; ye fear me; ye might thrust Some petty obstacle before my hands When I would grasp your promise, and betray Your faith for fear of me. I read thy thoughts, Old man; I trust no word of thine, but these Full-hearted mourners, them will I believe Upon their oath most solemn and secure. _ But take thou warning now, I shall not spare Grey hairs or faltering limbs for treachery. ELEAZAR. Lift up your ha…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 19

Carmen Saeculare

…en, Nor count the deadly cost. Only I see the century as a child Call Truth and Justice, Light and Peace, to guide ; Wisdom and Joy, and Love the undefiled, Lead up true worship, its eternal bride. Stormy its birth ; its youth, now fierce and wild ! Its end, how glorified ! O Spirit of Illimitable Light ! O Thou with style and tablet ! Answer me In that dread pomp of Triumph and of Right, The awful day : my witnesses are Ye That I have said in all men’s sound and sight The things that are to be. 17

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1904 · PDF PAGE 87

Why Jesus Wept

…SIR HERPES Z. Yes, indeed, a most fortunate event. The children weigh 46 lbs between the three of them. All boys ! I. Godly for “ are in love with one another ”.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 122

Oracles

…t its fellow gather close, Yet stirred not : now the intruder moves, Turns the tune slowlier to grave rows Of palm trees, losing life in loves Less turbid than the mildest dream That ever stirred the stream Whereon night floats, a shallop faint, Ivory and silver bow and beam, Dim-figured with the images Divinely quaint Of gold engraved, forth shadowing sorceries. So the king dreamed of love : and passing on The shape moved quicker, winnowing with faint fans The soundless air of thought : the noonday sun Seemed to the mightiest of a thousand kha…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 103

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…ound you. Was it by fall of chance? Then what a stake against What odds I have won | Was it determined in God’s ordinance? Then wondrous love and pity for His son ! Or was it part of an eternal law? Then how ineffably beneficent! Each thought excites an ecstasy of awe, A rapture tending the mind's firmament. 61

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1912 · PDF PAGE 103

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…ound you. Was it by fall of chance? Then what a stake against What odds I have won | Was it determined in God’s ordinance? Then wondrous love and pity for His son ! Or was it part of an eternal law? Then how ineffably beneficent! Each thought excites an ecstasy of awe, A rapture tending the mind's firmament. 61

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1907 · PDF PAGE 153

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…e Child-kisses on the stem. The leaves laugh low, and_ frosty-footed Time Shoulders a lighter burden ; in the dale Some distant notes of lovely music climb, Thrown from the golden-throated night- ingale, Pale sobs of love and life With death and fear at strife, Fiercely beset and hardly conquering, When spring’s bright eyes at last Flash through the sullen past, And tune its pain to tears, its peace to sing. The earth's lips cling To the child’s bosom, and low smiles revive ; Love is new-born upon the golden hour, And all the life of all the ex…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 198

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…s manifest in Hell —I am again a child, a playful child. ORPHEUS., And therefore, O most beautiful and mild Sweet mother! art the girl beloved again Of Hades mighty on the Nysian plain. And therefore are thine eyes with sorrow dim For me, and thy word powerful with Him. PERSEPHONE, Ah me! no fruit for guerdon, Who bore the blossom’s burden ; There shines no sunlight toward Persephone. Ravished, O iron-eyed ! From my young sisters’ side, Torn and dragged down below the sundered sea, No joy is mine in all thy bed, And all thy sorrow shaken on my …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 31

The Mother’s Tragedy

…e fill my soul With hatred and its parody, disgust— It touches not my question! This one fact O’ermasters all eccentric circumstance : I love you—you, and not your attributes! CORA. Great noble soul! I hate myself the more That I must wound you further with the truth. A double prong this poisoned poniard Snaps in our hearts. I kept the secret long. Your breath, that burns upon me, wraps me round With whirling passion, pierces through my veins With its unhallowed fire, constrains, compels, Drags out the corpse of twenty years ago From the untrus…

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