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1906 · PDF PAGE 86

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…. And tune our kisses to a terrene rhyme. So, once again before we left the ship With right good will our bodies cling and slip, And the life’s flame sinks as the kisses climb. There never has been such a supreme kiss Since heaven and earth began to be as this ! Doubt nothing of it! yet our spirits knew Its savour was as roses fallen to dust: Our proper food was of Selenian dew, And love without a battle conquered lust. THE THIRTY-EIGHTH DAY. ‘The carcass of a beauty spent and done.” Lover's Complaint. ONE day from landing. Kamakura sees Pass t…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 90

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ain what other means is left to us In our dear peril.” Timon of Athens. Our love takes on a tinge of melancholy, The six months glory of life past on earth About to yield to Hades’ bridal birth, The world’s sad sympathy with Perse- phone. | | Yet I myself, while tuning to her kéy My sighs of sorrow, mused in secret mirth: ‘‘T am convinced at last of money’s worth, For lack of which she cannot cross the sea.” I told her, like a fool, a day too soon. She went and told her story to the priest ; She wept, and borrowed money of the | beast. She told…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 125

Moonchild

…he whole answer. Learned excursions into anatomy and physiology only beg the question; it does not explain why the heart is necessary to life to

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1929 · PDF PAGE 132

Moonchild

…s the crone, the woman past all hope of motherhood, her soul black with envy and hatred of happier mortals; the woman in the fullness of life is the sublime Persephone, for whose sake Demeter cursed the fields that they brought forth no more corn, until Hades consented to restore her to earth for half the year. So this "moon" of the ancients has a true psychological meaning, as sound to-day as when the priest of Mithras slew the bull; she is the soul, not the eternal and undying sun of the true soul, but the animal soul which is a projection of…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 236

Moonchild

…t battle. His intense love for all savage men, true men unspoilt by civilization, almost mastered him: he wanted to embrace them. He saw life assurgent, the menace of the enemy thwarted, and his joy flooded his heart so that his throat caught fire, and song leaped to his lips. And then chill caught him as he came suddenly upon a dreadful sight. Before him on the road stood a sign-post, the lance of a Spahi, thrust into the bank of a ditch; nailed to it was a placard on which was coarsely chalked the one word ESPION. A fatal curiosity drew him t…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 311

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

… of an abject and barbarous population. . (They are) a people for ages civilized and cultivated ; cultivated by all the arts of polished life while we were yet in the woods.” This obvious fact is not obvious to Mr. Archer. Like the clever journalist he is, he has documented himself with so many facts that he does not tell us that Indians are negroes, who throw their children to crocodiles, but on every page one can feel that he cherishes this view in his pate. His method of investigating India is the method of Count Smorltork; but Count Smorlto…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 14

Moonchild

…ned unspeakably mysterious. He had a habit of disappearing for long periods, and it was rumoured that he had the secret of the Elixir of Life. For although he was known to be over eighty years of age, [22] his brightness and activity would have done credit to a man of forty; and the vitality of his whole being, the fire of his eyes, the quick conciseness of his mind, bore witness to an interior energy almost more than human. He was a small man, dressed carelessly in a blue serge suit with a narrow dark red tie. His iron-grey hair was curly and …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 191

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…kin !1 I must not stoop and take my ease, Or touch the body lithe and thin. Bright body of the myriad smiles, Sweet serpent of the lower life, The smooth silk touch of thee defiles, The lures and languors of a wife. Slip to the floor, I must not turn : There is a lion in the way !? The stars of morning rise and burn: I seek the dim supernal day! Sleep there, nor know me gone: sleep there And never wake, although God’s breath Catch thee at midmost of the prayer Of sleep—that so dream turns to death ! Pass, be no more! The beckoning dawn Woos the…

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1996 · PDF PAGE 296

The Law is for All

… ego 92 annihilation of 95 conscious 41 death of sense of the 93 Egypt 74,85,93 Egyptian Book of the Dead 171 Eliot, George 44 elixir of life 140 Elizabeth I of England 44 Empedocles 59 Emperor (Atu IV) 78,138 energy 66,96,114 England 37,43,57 Equinox of the Gods 46,59,124 Esau 184 eschatology 126 eternal punishment 181 ethics 42,45.50,54,57.61,91,117,123, 161-162,170 ofThelema 36,162,185 etymology 38,41,100,101,155,170-171 eucharist 50,62,65,114,138 Euclid 38 eugenics 131,157 Euler, Leonhard 52 Europa 30 Europe 170 Eve 67 evil 26,32,47,62,91.9…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 21

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… pass passionate on pinions fect : Such quiet joys my eyes in slumber see— Let death’s keen sickle wander through the wheat ! I love not life o’ermuch; since loving thee My dreams arc sweet. Sing, little bird, it is dawn ; Cry ! with the day the woods ring; Now in the blush of the morn Sing ! Love doth enchain me and cling, Love, of the breeze that is born, Love, with the breeze that takes wing. Love that is lighter than scorn, Love, that is strong as a king, Love, through the gate that is horn,? Sing ! Then Charicles rejoicing quickly ran And …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 106

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…r than the root Of love or lust could plant our joy, my wife, We stand in this, the purple-seeded fruit Of yon youth’s fair and pitiable life. Do I not fear that you may treat me so? One day your passion slake itself some- how, Seek vigour from another murder? No! You harlot, for I mean to kill you—now. THE EYES OF PHARAOH. DEAD Pharaoh’s eyes from out the tomb Burned like twin planets ruby-red. Enswathed, enthroned, the halls of gloom Echo the agony of the dead. Silent and stark the Pharaoh sate : No breath went whispering, hushed or scared. O…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 89

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…e spirit’s kiss; the sleepless to-and-fro Movement of love’s desire too strong to know Or care for that it takes its substance of— As if life’s burden were not drear enough Or death’s deliverance not so far and slow. Our bodies almost perish, with one thought Crowned and completed, consecrate and shrined : A perfect temple of fine amber wrought, Whose shrine’s the body and whose lamp the mind. The heart is priest and sacrifice in one ; And, where it sinned or sorrowed, shall atone. 1 Proserpine, ravished by Hades, was sought by her mother Demet…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 140

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…rofessional work into a magical exercise. Do all, even the smallest work, in honour and glory of Adonai: excel in your special duties in life, because He is of you, and you of Him; do not think of Him as Adonai, but think of Adonai as the work; and of your daily work create a symbol of the Symbol of “The Great Work which is TO BE.” The Third Exercise. As the rush of your daily work tends to unbalance you, so do the pleasures you indulge in. Cultivate joyfulness in all your amusements; and, when joyful, break out into silent and inward praise of…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 160

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… mother of all Ere the first was, to fall After the end. And then, O soul endued (In this my solitude) With all the thousand elements of life, Shall I not call thee wife? O Muse long wooed !

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1905 · PDF PAGE 80

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…[emanding his fell purpose, threatening My present aid to you with men of valour Chosen of all your tribes, and charging him As he loves life, and victory, to content. [lis army with their present, brief success, Lest he pass by the barrier of our suffer- ing, And find our wrath no broken sword, and find Despair more terrible than hope. Go now! A SOLDIER. We go, my lord, less readily to sleep Than if you bade us march. No man of us jut stirs a littie, I warrant, in his dreams, And reaches out for sword-hilt. <All hail, Jephthah ! SOLDIERS. Jeph…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 92

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ens to lure and lend the light. XVI. Wisdom and Love, intenser glow ! Beauty and Strength, increase and burn ! Be brothers to the law of life ! Things as they are—their nature know! Act! Nor for faith nor folly turn ! The hour is nigh when man and wife, Knowing, shall worship face to face, Beget and bear the royal race. THE WHITE CAT. HAIL, sweet my sister! hail, adulterous spouse, Gilded with passionate pomp, and gay with guilt: Rioting, rioting in the dreary house With blood and wine and roses splashed and spilt About thy dabbling feet, and a…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 124

Collected Works (Vol. I)

A WOODLAND [DYLL So He who ordered this shall still work thus, And ere life’s lamp shall Hicker into death, And Time lose all his empire over us, A gleam of Ifope, of Knowledge, shall arise, A star to silver o'er Death’s glooming skies, And gladden the last labouring torch of breath. SONNET FOR G. FL KELLY’S DRAWING OF AN HERMAPHRODITE. O Bopy pale and beautiful with sin! O breasts with venom swollen by the snakes Of passion, whose cold slaver slimes and slakes The soul-consuming fevers that within Thy heart the fires of hell on carth begin! O …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 69

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…thin the sea— Because that rolls all landless from Japan. I did not know until I missed it here How beautiful that beauty is to me, That life that bears Death’s sigil! traced too clear, Blue lines within the beauty that is man. MARGARET. THE moon spans Heaven’s architrave ; Stars in the deep are set ; Written in gold on the day’s grave, ‘* To love, and to forget ;” And sea-winds whisper o’er the wave The name of Margaret. A heart of gold, a flower of white, A blushing flame of snow, She moves like latticed moons of light— And O! her voice is lo…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 60

Moonchild

…bsequience, 'this is the lady to whom I sold the quail.' She contradicted the statement brusquely; she had never been in the shop in her life. We proceeded on our walk. 'Tell me,' I said, 'exactly what you did do when you were out yesterday.' 'Nothing at all,' she answered. 'I went and sat in the park for a little. Presently my sister came and sat down with me, and we talked for a little. Then she went away, and came back in about half-an- hour. We talked some more, and them I came away back to Curzon Street.' "On our return I questioned her hu…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 52

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…id Visioned and unsubsisting save in foreign thought, To its own strength a slave by witchcraft brought ! This is not Love but Lust, not Life but Death is found :— All the halls of sense with strife cry and re- sound. The Brain awakes in wrath; behold! the foemen flee, All the earth is clad with gold, and all the Sea $ Driven back the demons yield, falter and cease ; For a little while the shield of sleep is peace. Clear and bright the lamp burns ; clean and sharp the sword,! While I watch their paths between before the Lord. A RONDEL. REsT, li…

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