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1901 · PDF PAGE 131

The Soul of Osiris

… veritable lord ! O mystic bearer of the flaming sword ! O brows half see, O visionary star Seen in the fragrant breezes of the East ! O lover of my love, O avatar Of the All-One, O mystical High Priest ! O thou before whose eyes my weak eyes fail, Wonderful warden of the Holy Grail ! O thou, mine angel, whom these eyes have seen, These hands have handled, and this mouth has kissed ! O thou, the very tongue of fire, the clean Sweet-scented presence of a holier Christ ! Listen, and answer, and behold ! My wings Droop, O thou stronger than the im…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 36

Oracles

…o her lips again, And thence, unwavering, flies to mine, to drain All pleasure in one draught. No whispered sigh ; No change of breast ; love’s posture perfectly Once gained, we change no more. The fever grows Hotter or cooler, as the night wind blows Fresh gusts of passion on the outer gate. But we, in waves of frenzy, concentrate Our thirsty mouths on that hot drinking cup, Whence we may never suck the nectar up Too often or too hard ; fresh fire invades Our furious veins, and the unquiet shades Of night make noises in the darkened room. Yet,…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 153

Orpheus

Nothing but love: in vain my thoughts evoke That light amidst the deadly night and smoke Of this dread hour: there’s nothing serves nor skills Here, since that -hateful “I” of me awoke, Making me separate from the wings of life. Nothing avails me of the cruel strife With my own being: hideous sorrow fills My heart—O misery! my wife! my wife! Stay ! if I cannot be the Absolute, Let me be man! discard the wailing lute And wake the lyre: the mightier than me Drag up the courage in me to dispute The battle with despair: awake the strings Stronger t…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 5

The Holy Books

12. Come forth, 0 children, under the stars, and take your fill of love! 13. I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy. I4. Above, the gemméd azure is The naked splendour of Nuit; She bends in ecstasy to kiss The secret ardours of Hadit. The winged globe, the starry blue, Are mine, 0 Ankh-af-na-khonsu! I 5. Now ye shall know that the chosen priest and apostle of infinite space is the prince- priest the Beast; and in his woman called the Scarlet Woman is all power given. They shall gather my children into their f…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 35

Ambergris

…sed book behind—Shelley an open be- fore me. Shelley’s own birds are above Close to me (why should they fear me ?) May I believe it—that love Brings his bright spirit so near me That, should I whisper one word—Shelley’s swift spirit would hear me ?

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1912 · PDF PAGE 24

Mortadello

…But as mills give no flour unless we put some grist in, I ask you what her power and eminence consist in. LUCREZIA. Oh ! she has all the love that common folk can give her. ALESSANDRO. It’s rain from heaven above that goes to make a river. LUCREZIA. Springs swell it. ALESSANDRO. True. LUCREZIA. Beside she has wealth and rank. ALESSANDRO. Mere foam. LUCREZIA. But foam upon the tide of her prestige at Rome. Niece of a pope, adored already as a saint. ALESSANDRO. That’s something like a sword ! LORENZO. And yet her followers faint. LUCREZIA. Ah ! …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 31

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

HOMAGE PRELIMINARY The world of stranger deities and loves Than haunted Ida, or were hidden in The Cretan bowers, the Eleusinian groves, A world that trembles on thy Violin, Eager to be—and then the curtain drops Just as thy music, with my heart’s pulse, stops, Nay! To this world of ours they shall not reach. My rimes are shadows dancing in the breeze By moonlight; there is no delight in speech Such as the silence of our own heart’s ease; But even thy shadow is itself a sun Το the bleak universe of Everyone. Then open sesame! The fairy cavern O…

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The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

HOMAGE PRELIMINARY The world of stranger deities and loves Than haunted Ida, or were hidden in The Cretan bowers, the Eleusinian groves, A world that trembles on thy Violin, Eager to be—and then the curtain drops Just as thy music, with my heart’s pulse, stops, Nay! To this world of ours they shall not reach. My rimes are shadows dancing in the breeze By moonlight; there is no delight in speech Such as the silence of our own heart’s ease; But even thy shadow is itself a sun Το the bleak universe of Everyone. Then open sesame! The fairy cavern O…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 142

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…! His forehead shall be diademed With the faint light of stars, wherein The Eye gleams dominant and keen. Thereat thou swoonest; and thy love Shall catch the subtle voice thereof. He shall inform his happy lover; My foolish prating shall be over!

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1913 · PDF PAGE 142

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…! His forehead shall be diademed With the faint light of stars, wherein The Eye gleams dominant and keen. Thereat thou swoonest; and thy love Shall catch the subtle voice thereof. He shall inform his happy lover; My foolish prating shall be over!

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1928 · PDF PAGE 52

Little Poems in Prose

… that moment within my soul. My thoughts flitted with a lightness like that of the atmosphere; vulgar passions, such as hate and profane love, seemed to me as far away as the clouds which defiled at the bottom of the abyss under my feet. My soul seemed to me as vast and as pure as the cupula of the sky which covered me. The memory of earthly things reached my heart weakened and diminished, like the sound of the bells of the unseen cattle which were feeding far, very far, on the slope of the oppo- site mountain. Upon the small unstirred lake, bl…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 70

Liber Aleph

…hou understandest all these Things, being one of those Beings (or By-comings) whom we call Philo- sophers. All is a never ending Play of Love wherein our Lady Nuit and her Lord Hadit rejoice; and every Part of the Play is Play. All pain is but sharp Sauce to the Dish of Pleasure; for it is the Nature of the Universe that hath devised this everlasting Banquet of Joy. And he that knoweth not this is necessary as an Ingredient even as thou art; wouldst thou change all and spoil the Dish? Art thou the Master-Cook? Yea, for thy Palate is become fine…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 8

An Appeal to the American Republic

…s her day of dearth, In her new birth forgets, and maddens into mirth. The stars swing censers of pale gold to God, Whose incense is the love-song of the free ; Angels with mercy and with beauty shod Move in the mazes of an Eden, trod Not by the seemly spirits of the sea, But by brave men built wholly of desire And freedom’s mystic fire, To clothe its habitants with glorious attire. 6

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1899 · PDF PAGE 112

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… see in silent eyes More stars than all the skies Together hold within their limits gray, To watch the red lips move For slow delight of love Till the moon sigh and sink, and yield her sway Unto the eastern lord That draws a sanguine sword And starts up eager in the dawn, to see Bright eyes grow dim for sleep,

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1899 · PDF PAGE 41

Tale of Archais

…ce, that from the shrine A child might fling a stone and splash it in the brine. Within whose silver courts and lily bowers The Queen of Love led Charicles ; white flowers Blushed everywhere to scarlet, as her feet, Themselves more white, did touch them. On a seat, White with strewn rose, and leaves of silver birch Remote from courts profane, and vulgar search, They rested, till the hero’s tale was told. Then Aphrodite loosed a snake of gold From her arm’s whiteness, and upon his wrist Clasped it. Its glittering eyes of amethyst Fascinate him. …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 94

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… surprise. Besides, an everlasting aching Kept him for ever on the shove. At lunch or tea, asleep or waking, He felt the gentle hints of love. A parson too (O who could doubt it ?) Is best without it. When he began to read the text Preparatory to his sermon ’Twould rise, and he, beginning vexed, Would end by sundry oaths in German, Whose tendency to edification Was not clear to his congregation. By day, by night, eternal stands ! One long continuous emission — He left his cure in other hands And sought his cure of a physician, Who marvelled at …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 183

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…fore saith the Holy Qabalah that alone amongst the Shells is Nogah, the Sphere of Venus, exalted unto Holiness. (Venus is the Goddess of Love.) 173

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The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…fore saith the Holy Qabalah that alone amongst the Shells is Nogah, the Sphere of Venus, exalted unto Holiness. (Venus is the Goddess of Love.) 173

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1910 · PDF PAGE 66

Ambergris

…en he would save, As Itylus, light woven, tuned ! O swallow, Bewail their grave ! The gracious breast of Artemis may light me To men—yet loved I ever Artemis ? Surely the vine-song and the dance delight me, The sea-blue bowers where Aphrodite is. Terrible gods and destinies excite me, The strange sad kiss. Thus may no moon tell Earth my story after, No virgin sing my fame as virginal. Yet some night-leaves the southern stream may waft her, Some amorous nymph across the wood may call A loud made chant ; love, tears, harsh sombre laughter. No mor…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 210

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

30 ΤΗΕ RITES OF ELEUSIS Ah! sweeter still October, When russet leaves go grey, And sombre loves and sober Make twilight of the day. Dark dreams and shadows tenser Throb through the vital scroll, Man’s souli Lift, shake the subtle censer That hides the cruel coal ! Still sweeter when the Bowman His silky shaft of frost Lets loose on earth, that no man May linger nor be lost. The barren woods, deserted. Lose echo of our sighs— Lovkdies ?— Love lives—in granite skirted, And under oaken skies. But best is grim December, The Goatish God his power; T…

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