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1909 · PDF PAGE 60

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…ed)— The Angels of the Spring : Caracasa, Core, Amatiel, Commissoros. ; The Head of the Sign of the Spring : Spugliguel. The Name of the Earth in the Spring : Amadai. The Names of the Sun and Moon in the Spring: The Sun, Abrayen; The Moon, Agusita. The Angels of the Summer: Gargabel, Tariel, ariel, The Head of the Sign of the Summer: Tubiel. The Name of the Earth in the Summer: Festativi. The Names of the Sun and Moon in the Summer: The Sun, Athemay; The Moon, Armatus. The Angels of the Autumn : Tarquam, Gnabarel. The Head of the Sign of the Au…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 108

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ngry bulls Broke from the stable as the first swift shaft Of dawn smote into it: and stainpings fierce Resounded, shaking the all-mother earth. Whereunto came the calm and kingly man, Smiling as if a sweet dream still beguiled His waking brows; not caring any more For spring or summer ; heeding least of all That tumult of ox-fury. Suddenly A light sprang in his face ; the great hand shot Forth, and broke in the brass-bound door; the day Passed with him inwards; then the brazen hoofs Beat with a tenfold fury on the stone. But Jason, swiftly turn…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 90

Orpheus

…nd In the light of my face! Heaven thunders behind, Hell shakes for a space, As I fling the loud sound to the sky, and the vaults of the Earth give place. O mystical tune Of a magic litten Of music, the moon, The stars unsmitten, The sun, the unhewn Stones deeply bitten By runic fingers of time, where decrees of the Fates are written| Time listens, obeys me; All Nature replies ; Nought avoids me, nor stays me, Not checks, nor defies. Tribute she pays me From seas unto skies. But Death—shall he heed me or hear? shall he list to the lyre and aris…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 105

Gargoyles

…e pale path with his purple feet, Heedless of stones and serpents. Hail! he holloaed To the new Rahan whom he bowed to greet Kissing the earth: O holy master, say If a fair female hath passed this way! Vv. The Bhikkhu blessed the irritated man. Then the slow sloka serpentine began: 97 H

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1913 · PDF PAGE 55

The Book of Lies

…s, as the HIMOG is All-glorious Within? It may be so. How then distinguish the inglorious and per- fect HIMOG from the inglorious man of earth? Distinguish not! But thyself Ex-tinguish: HIMOG art thou, and HIMOG shalt thou be.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 73

Collected Works (Vol. I)

66 JEPHTHAH Of earth, and leave thy mantle, and thy lyre, A double portion of thy spirit to render, That yet the banner may fling out on high, And yet the lyre teach freemen how to die! Master, the night is falling yet again. I hear dim tramplings of unholy forces : I see the assembly of the foully slain : The scent of murder steams: riderless horses , Gallop across the earth, and seek the inane : The sun and moon are shaken in their courses : The kings are gathered, and the vultures fall Screaming, to hold their ghastly festival. Master, the s…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 83

Orpheus

ORPHEUS O hours not of day But of zons that roll ! Earth stretches away From pole unto pole; Four seasons decay, Ere one sound of thy soul, O fervent and following years, springs over the solar goal ! Come forth to the sound Of the seven sweet strings! Advance and rebound! Be your pomp as a king’s! Girdled around With seasons and stings As a serpent’s encompassing Time. Come forth! on the heavy grey wings! Ye arbiter lords That sit as for doom, Bright splendour of swords Leaps forth in your gloom ! But stronger my chords Shall lift in your womb…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 34

The Winged Beetle

… fell light as dew, Lighting up the shimmering veil Maiden pure and aery frail That the spiders wove to hide Blushes of the sylvan bride Earth, that trembled with delight At the male caress of Night. Velvet soft the wizard trod To the Sabbath of his God. With his naked feet he made Starry blossoms in the glade, Softly, softly, as he went To the sombre sacrament, Stealthy stepping to the tryst In his gown of amethyst. Earlier yet his soul had come To the Hill of Martyrdom, Where the charred and crooked stake Like a black envenomed snake

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1954 · PDF PAGE 94

Magick Without Tears

…inal I to the Natural Order of the Elements. I shall call the male principle M, the Female F. M 1 Khien: "Heaven-Father" F 1 = = Khwgn: "Earth-Mother" M 2 __ li: The Sun F 2 - - Khan: The Moon F 3 - - Tui: Water M 4 ===== Sun: Air Note how admirably they have preserved the idea of balance. M 1 and Flare perfection. M 2 and F 2 still keep balance in their lines. The four "elements" show imperfection; yet they are all balanced as against each other. Note, too, how apt are the ideograms. M 3 shows the flames flickering on the hearth, F 3, the wave…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 225

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. 203 A SONNET OF BLASPHEMY. XALTED over earth, from hell arisen, There sits a woman, ruddy with the flame Of men’s blood spilt, and her uncleanly shame, And the thrice-venomous vomit of her prison. She sits as one long dead: infernal calm, Chill hatred, wrap her in their poisonous cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, above All shameful deeds, is L…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 64

Rodin in Rime

… upon the forest: ‘groves are gray With filtered glamours of the day, the steely ray flung off his shield. She kneels, yon spirit of the earth; she kneels and looks toward the east. In her gray eyes awakes the beast from slumber into druid mirth. She is amazed, she eager, she, exotic orchid of the glade! She waits the ripe, exultant blade, life tempered by eternity. 40

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1910 · PDF PAGE 370

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

IN THE TEMPLE Tue subtle-souled dim radiant queen Burns like a bale-fire through the mist; The slender earth is bright and green, Emerald, gray and amethyst; The wavering breeze has slowly kissed The way between Her zone and wrist. Pale guardian of the altar-flame, Syren of old, perfidious song, A murmuring runnel lately came In streaming hate of mortal wrong. Wait, for, my goddess, not for long The snake is tame. . . . See! He is strong! The wide-set temple-pillars gleam, As marble white, and tall as pines; The doorway to immortal dream Lies t…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 370

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

IN THE TEMPLE Tue subtle-souled dim radiant queen Burns like a bale-fire through the mist; The slender earth is bright and green, Emerald, gray and amethyst; The wavering breeze has slowly kissed The way between Her zone and wrist. Pale guardian of the altar-flame, Syren of old, perfidious song, A murmuring runnel lately came In streaming hate of mortal wrong. Wait, for, my goddess, not for long The snake is tame. . . . See! He is strong! The wide-set temple-pillars gleam, As marble white, and tall as pines; The doorway to immortal dream Lies t…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 167

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… being 's depths doth slowly stir The royal knowledge : she is wholly wise . The mystic moon o' erhangs her , whence of late The gods to earth transferred their charge , and she , The perfect Mother of the Uncreate , Hath taken to her flesh , that is to be The way of carnal birth , the door of fate Betwixt the borders of Infinity . 148

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1899 · PDF PAGE 201

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ollen by the snakes Of passion, whose cold slaver slimes and slakes The soul-consuming fevers that within Thy heart the fires of hell on earth begin ! O heart whose yearning after truth forsakes The law of love! O heart whose ocean breaks In sterile foam against some golden skin ! O thou whose body is one perfect prayer, One long regret, one agony of shame, Lost in the fragrance, speeding, subtle and rare, Up to the sky, an avenue of flame! My soul, thy body, know the same delight, And burn that incense still in Heaven’s despite.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 59

The Holy Books

…oves have brought to birththe Father and Creator of all things. 5. He hath established the elements; the aether, the air, the water, the earth, and the fire. 6. He hath established the wandering stars in their courses. 7. He hath ploughed With the seven stars of his Plough, that the Seven might move in- deed, yet ever point to the unchanging One. 61

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1910 · PDF PAGE 254

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… has sunken low; Lantern-light and the moorland smells, The rain on the good brown soil. Over the moorland we go, we go, Through the wet earth we toil... . Sunken, sunken was the sun Ere ever the moon uprose, And the tall dark trees cast shadows dun Over the lonely way; Over the moorland the long path goes We trod at the close of day. We sped to reach the dark green hill, The Hill of the Bloody Bowl, And the shadows were watching, watching us still As we crept in the shadowless path, Over the moor to the Mother Troll With the heart that was pie…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 254

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

… has sunken low; Lantern-light and the moorland smells, The rain on the good brown soil. Over the moorland we go, we go, Through the wet earth we toil... . Sunken, sunken was the sun Ere ever the moon uprose, And the tall dark trees cast shadows dun Over the lonely way; Over the moorland the long path goes We trod at the close of day. We sped to reach the dark green hill, The Hill of the Bloody Bowl, And the shadows were watching, watching us still As we crept in the shadowless path, Over the moor to the Mother Troll With the heart that was pie…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 261

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…ere is a smallflame thereah.] TAURUS ane! LIBRA draw the imter veil aflarl. LIBRA 761717775 and hneels. LIBRA. Daughter of Glory, child Of Earth’s Dione mild By the Father of all, the [Egis-bearing King! 83

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1911 · PDF PAGE 261

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…ere is a smallflame thereah.] TAURUS ane! LIBRA draw the imter veil aflarl. LIBRA 761717775 and hneels. LIBRA. Daughter of Glory, child Of Earth’s Dione mild By the Father of all, the [Egis-bearing King! 83

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