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1901 · PDF PAGE 105

The Mother’s Tragedy

…my eyes Are moist because their passion was so fair, So pure and comely that no sacrifice Seems to waft up a sweeter savour there, Where God’s grave ear takes prayer. O desecrated lovers! O divine Passionate martyrs, virgin unto death! O kissing daughters of the unfed brine! O sisters of the west wind’s pitiful breath, There is One that pitieth! One far above the heavens crowned alone, Immitigable, intangible, a maid, Incomprehensible, divine, unknown, Who loves your love, and to high God hath said: ‘To me these songs are made!”

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1907 · PDF PAGE 236

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…w of the moon. Under the stars will I go forth, my brothers, and drink of that lustral dew: I will return, my brothers, when I have seen God face to face, and read within those eternal eyes the secret that shall make you free. END OF your lips, and flowers upon your eyes, and a sword in your hearts, and ye also shall see God face to face. Thus shall we give back its youth to the world, for like tongues of triple flame we shall brood upon the Great Deep— Hail unto the Lords of the Groves of Eleusis ! VOL. IIT.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 72

The Winged Beetle

62 AFTER JUDGMENT For while I praised the pearl-clear skin, The bright lithe body’s supple growth, By God ! I could not even begin To say one word about her mouth ! God ! hadst Thou given me that one word, I now might praise Thee, though Thou damn. But oh ! not ever a soul hath heard Its echo, O Thou great I Am ! Lo ! Thou hast made the winds, the stars, The sun, the moon, the great grave earth ; Thou has touched the swaying nenuphars With music, and made godly mirth With corn and wine ; Thou hast made Thee man ; Thou hast loved and suffered, d…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 243

The Book of Thoth

l Adjustment! Rhythm writhes through every act. Wild is the dance; its balance is exact. m In Mother‐Deeps of Ocean the God­Man Hangs, Lamp of the Abyss Aeonian. n Eagle, and Snake, and Scorpion! The Dance Of Death whirls Life from Trance to Trance to Trance. s Solve, coagula! By V.I.T.R.I.O.L. shewn, The Tincture, the Elixir, and the Stone. y Ιο παν! upon the summits the God‐goat Leaps in wild lust of ecstasy afloat. p Bellona, scream! Unhood the Hawks! The roar Of Universes crashing into War! h Nuit, our Lady of the Stars! Event Is all Thy pl…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 31

Jephthah

…ame With iron, massacre, and flame, And turn their own devouring blade On city fired and violate maid, That Israel conquer, and men know God is our God against a foe. For the web of the battle is woven Of men that are strong as the sea, When the rocks by its tempest are cloven, And waves wander wild to the lee; When ships are in travail forsaken, And tempest and tumult awaken ; When foam by fresh foam overtaken Boils sanguine and fervent and free. For its sides are a million of paces; Its centre is Death as he stands Pale-horsed, where the icie…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 90

The Soul of Osiris

…ountain summit in the thunders and the snow, I look to the shimmering valley and weep : I loved you so ! For a moment cease the winds of God upon the reverent head ; I lose the life of the mountain, and my soul is with the dead ; Yet am I not unaware of the splendour of the height, Yet am I lapped in the glory of the Sun of Life and Light :— Even so my heart looks out from the harbour of God’s breast, Out from the shining stars where it entered into rest— W

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1905 · PDF PAGE 179

Oracles

I74 THE HILLS No God in this silence existing, No heaven and no earth of Him skills, Save the blizzards unresting, whirling and twisting Adrift on the hills. So witless and aimless and formless I count the Creator to be ; Not strong as who rides on the stormless And tames the untamable sea. But motion and action distorted Are marks of the paths He hath trod. Hated or courted, aided or thwarted :— Lo, He is your God ! But mine in the silence abideth ; Her strength is the strength of rest ; Not on thunders or clouds She rideth But draweth me down…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 12

Rosa Coeli

…set deep Still glowing with the glamour Of your life’s blood, and ashen gold With floating gossamer your hair, that might enfold A giant god, and strangle him anon With starry serpents like Laocoon, A stoic god that might enamour And draw him with its tendrils into time. VII Y mouth was wet with the delicious crime Of kissing you, one night, when in a vision Your hair was like a forest of tall pines In winter ; black strange dwarfs with crooked spines And elfin eyes, and bleating mouths that worked All manner of grimace and bleak derision Bore …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 476

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…nd rode upon That knight. His lance-head fairly struck The barred strength of his morion, And rolled the stranger in the muck. “ Now, by God’s death!” quoth Palamede, His sword at work, “I will not leave So much of thee as God might feed His sparrows with. As I believe The sweet Christ’s mercy shall avail, So will I not have aught for thee ; Since every bone of thee may rail Against me, crying treachery.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 476

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…nd rode upon That knight. His lance-head fairly struck The barred strength of his morion, And rolled the stranger in the muck. “ Now, by God’s death!” quoth Palamede, His sword at work, “I will not leave So much of thee as God might feed His sparrows with. As I believe The sweet Christ’s mercy shall avail, So will I not have aught for thee ; Since every bone of thee may rail Against me, crying treachery.

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1911 · PDF PAGE 204

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

PART II CENTRUM IN CENTRI TRIGONO I. SPHINX L HERMANUBIS Ι. TYPHON I. TYPHON. Hail unto thee, thou great god Hermanubis! Art thou not the messenger of Jupiter? HERMANUBIS. Hail unto thee, thou great god Typhon ! Art thou not the executor of his vengeance? TYPHON. Brother Hermanubis, what is the hour? HERMANUBIS. Noon. Brother Typhon, what is the place? TYPHON. The summit of Olympus Brother Hermanubis, what is thy position? HERMANUBIS. Upon the rim of the Wheel. And thine? TYPHON. Upon the rim of the Wheel. HERMANUBIS. Let us seek the centre of …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 204

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

PART II CENTRUM IN CENTRI TRIGONO I. SPHINX L HERMANUBIS Ι. TYPHON I. TYPHON. Hail unto thee, thou great god Hermanubis! Art thou not the messenger of Jupiter? HERMANUBIS. Hail unto thee, thou great god Typhon ! Art thou not the executor of his vengeance? TYPHON. Brother Hermanubis, what is the hour? HERMANUBIS. Noon. Brother Typhon, what is the place? TYPHON. The summit of Olympus Brother Hermanubis, what is thy position? HERMANUBIS. Upon the rim of the Wheel. And thine? TYPHON. Upon the rim of the Wheel. HERMANUBIS. Let us seek the centre of …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 255

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…re, No more together we’ll enter the Enchanted garden of make—believe, Nor my sad soul listen While thine deceive. No more you'll be the God of Sacrifice, Nor I the crucified Ah, Garden of Allah—how bitter sweet Thy fruit. Why breakest thou the heart? Why spoilest thou the soul with notes From thy golden lute? Lo ! our garden a common room, Our Chinese god burnt clay, and The singing of verses a funeral hymn That awakes with awakening day. ’Twas all such a meaningless play, Poet prend ton lure—Je disparaitre. Hail I Poet, take my hand—we’ll walk …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 255

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…re, No more together we’ll enter the Enchanted garden of make—believe, Nor my sad soul listen While thine deceive. No more you'll be the God of Sacrifice, Nor I the crucified Ah, Garden of Allah—how bitter sweet Thy fruit. Why breakest thou the heart? Why spoilest thou the soul with notes From thy golden lute? Lo ! our garden a common room, Our Chinese god burnt clay, and The singing of verses a funeral hymn That awakes with awakening day. ’Twas all such a meaningless play, Poet prend ton lure—Je disparaitre. Hail I Poet, take my hand—we’ll walk …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 21

The Sword of Song

…ernal life already, And shun delights, laborious days Of labour living (Milton’s phrase) In strenuous purpose to—? to cease ! “A fig for God’s eternal peace ! True peace is to annihilate The chain of causes men call Fate, So that no Sattva66 may renew Once death has run life’s shuttle through.” (Their dages put it somewhat thus) What’s fun to them is death to us ! That’s clear at least. B ut never mind! Call them idolaters and blind! We’ll talk of Christ. As Shelley sang, “Shall an eternal issue hang * Great slam—a term of Bridge-Whist. Bara is…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 33

The Soul of Osiris

…s. For lo ! she saw me, and beheld My trembling lips curled back to curse ; Laughed with strong scorn, whose music knelled The empire of God’s universe. And on my haggard face upturned She spat ! Ah God ! how my cheek burned !

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1904 · PDF PAGE 39

Why Jesus Wept

… the world ! Love ! Love ! I love you so, my darling. Oh my white golden heart of glory ! MOLLY. I love you, love you so. SIR PERCY. Ah, God ! I love you ! I shall faint with love. I love you so. (Angela, Lady Baird, is discovered behind the trees. She suffers the torments of hell.) ANGELA, While the duet continues. Ah ! if there were a devil to buy souls, Of if I had not sold mine ! Quick bargain, God ! Hell catch the jade ! Blister her fat red cheeks ! Rot her snub nose ! Poison devour her guts ! Wither her fresh clean face with old grey scab…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 97

The Scented Garden

God’s constant affection. 89 XXI THE LOVE POTION Whoso hath fair Habib to sing and play1 May scoff at all the jinseng of Cathay.2 That naked podex knows a sacred spell To exorcise the Jinn that bring decay. One glance, one touch, and acorn springs to oak— God sees the daystar, and invokes the day. If Suleiman3 with all his concubines From dusk to dawn consecutively lay, Yet at thy buttock’s velvet, O Habib, That man would rise erect from mudded clay. Bid thou the Qazi to thine house ; I ween That he would sprout a member on the way. Or didst th…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 170

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE EQUINOX The Three Mighty Names of God Almighty coming forth from The Thirty [Ethyrs THE First Name— LAZodaPeLaMeDaZodaZODaZodILa— ZodUOLaTaZodaPeKALaTaNuVaDaZ- odaBeReTa. The Second Name-— IROAIAEIIAKOITaXEAEOHcSIOI- ITEAAIE. The Third Name— LaNuNuZodaTaZodODaPeXaHEM- AOANuNuPeRePeNuRAISAGIXa. Ended are the Forty—eight Calls or Keys. 128

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1912 · PDF PAGE 170

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

THE EQUINOX The Three Mighty Names of God Almighty coming forth from The Thirty [Ethyrs THE First Name— LAZodaPeLaMeDaZodaZODaZodILa— ZodUOLaTaZodaPeKALaTaNuVaDaZ- odaBeReTa. The Second Name-— IROAIAEIIAKOITaXEAEOHcSIOI- ITEAAIE. The Third Name— LaNuNuZodaTaZodODaPeXaHEM- AOANuNuPeRePeNuRAISAGIXa. Ended are the Forty—eight Calls or Keys. 128

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