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1929 · PDF PAGE 56

Moonchild

…tomime order. The particular specimen whose hide — if they have hides — I was anxious to add to my collection of theosophical tea- cups, spirit cigarettes, and other articles of vertu was an artist of singular refinement, for he performed upon only one instrument, as a rule; but of that instrument he had acquired the most admirable mastery. It was a common broomstick. This genial spectre — or rather non-spectre, for the are but rarely seen, only heard, conditions precisely opposed, I beg you to note, to those that we require in little boys — th…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 40

The Mother’s Tragedy

26 THE MOTHER'S TRAGEDY This tragedy is terrible to me. Even I, its spirit, shudder as I see; I, passionless, the moulder of men’s hope, The slayer of them, cast no horoscope Divining what befell, And I am moved: Both love, and both are worthy to be loved. Ah Fate! if thou hadst cast the dies Whence no appeal, in any other wise! I am the soul of the grim face of things; Mine are the Sphinx’s wings; Mine own life lives with this event! Yet even I, its very self, lament The execrable tyranny, The rayless misery Of this wild whirlpool sea of circu…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 479

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…lamede. Life, life, pure life is bubbling in his blood. All youth comes back, all strength, all joy indeed Flaming within that throbbing spirit-flood! 103

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1910 · PDF PAGE 479

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…lamede. Life, life, pure life is bubbling in his blood. All youth comes back, all strength, all joy indeed Flaming within that throbbing spirit-flood! 103

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1928 · PDF PAGE 5

Little Poems in Prose

…sorbing, that in spite of myself it claims for me a broth- erhood with him. Charles Baudelaire is incomparably the most divine, the most spiritually-minded, of all French thinkers. His hunger for the Infinite was so acute and so persistent that nothing earthly could content him even for a moment. He even made the mistake—if it be, after all, a mis- take!—of feeding on poison because he recog- nized the banality of food; of experimenting with death because he had tried life, and found it fail him. The thought of Baudelaire has thus been universa…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 51

Tannhäuser

…inewy glitter of serpenthood, That I may look once more into his face. And, kissing, kill him ! Thus to hold him fast, Drawing his human spirit into mine For strength, for life, for poison ! Ah, my God ! These pangs, these torments ! See ! the sleeper wakes ! I am triumphant ! For he reaches out The sleepy arms, and turns the drowsy head To catch the dew dissolving of my lip. Wake, lover, wake ! Thy Venus waits for thee ! Draw back, look, hunger !—and thy mouth is mine G 49

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1905 · PDF PAGE 67

Oracles

…, Thy glorious vision ! O thou Starlight face, And crownèd diamond of my self and soul, Thou Queenly Angel of my Higher Will, Form in my spirit a more subtle fire Of God, that I may comprehend the more The sacred purity of thy divine Essence ! O Queen, O Goddess of my life, Light unbegotten, Scintillating spark Of the All-Self ! O holy, holy Spouse Of my most godlike thought, come forth ! I say, And manifest unto thy worshipper In more candescent fulgours ! Let the air Ring with the passion of my holy cry Unto the Highest. For persistent will

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1912 · PDF PAGE 150

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…of Hosts] Glory be to the Ruach Elohim which moved upon the Face of the Waters of Creation] ᾽ AMEN! [Make the Invoking AHIH Pentagram of Spirit AGLA Passive and pro- nounce these names: HCOMA.] AL Pentagram of Water ALHIM TzBAVTh‘] [Make the Invoking and pronounce: } And Elohim said : Let us make Adam in Our image; and let them have dominion over the Fish of the Seal In the Name of A L, Strong and Powerful, and in the name of ALI-11M TzBAVTh, Spirits of Water, adore your Creator! [Make Sigil of Eagle with cup] In the name of GBRIALand in the si…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 150

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…of Hosts] Glory be to the Ruach Elohim which moved upon the Face of the Waters of Creation] ᾽ AMEN! [Make the Invoking AHIH Pentagram of Spirit AGLA Passive and pro- nounce these names: HCOMA.] AL Pentagram of Water ALHIM TzBAVTh‘] [Make the Invoking and pronounce: } And Elohim said : Let us make Adam in Our image; and let them have dominion over the Fish of the Seal In the Name of A L, Strong and Powerful, and in the name of ALI-11M TzBAVTh, Spirits of Water, adore your Creator! [Make Sigil of Eagle with cup] In the name of GBRIALand in the si…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 179

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…mong blue tresses that escape The golden torque that binds her hair, Whose swarthy splendours drench the air. She comes! she comes! ‘The spirit glances In quick delight to hold her kiss ; The fuming air shimmers and dances ; The moonlight’s trembling ecstasies Swoon ; and her soul, as my soul, trances, Knowing no longer aught that is ; Only united, moving, mixed, A music infinitely fixed. Music that throbs, and soars, and burns, And breaks the possible, to dwell One moving monotone, nor turns, Making hell heaven, and heaven hell, The steady imp…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 160

Oracles

…r hers. So he bent down, and passed away beyond In space, in time. [The myriad ministers Of God, seeing her soul, prayed God to send One spirit yet to turn him—subtly stirs The eternal glory of god’s mouth ; “ The end Is not, nor the beginning.” Such the speech Our language fashions down—to comprehend.] The wood broke suddenly upon the beach, Curved, flat ; the water oozing on the sand Stretched waveless out beyond where eye might reach, A grey and shapeless place, a hopeless land ! Yet in that vast, that weary sad expanse The Earl saw three st…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 13

The Star in the West

… line verses of those books from which this one has drawn its life -blood . And they are : Aceldama . The Tale of Archais . Songs of the Spirit . Jezebel . An Appeal to the American People . Jephthah . The Mother's Tragedy . The Soul of Osiris . Carmen Saeculare . Tannhäuser . Berashith . Ahab . The God -Eater Alice . The Sword of Song . The Star and the Garter . The Argonauts . Goetia .

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1910 · PDF PAGE 70

Ambergris

AMBERGRIS 61 FROM ORACLES The Hermit’s Hymn to Solitude I. Mightiest Self ! Supreme in Self-Contentment ! Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse ; Palpable, formless, infinite presentment Of thine own light in thine own soul’s eclipse ! Let thy chast lips Sweep through the empty æthers guarding thee (As in a fortress girded by the sea The ranging winds and wings of air Lift the wild waves and bear Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, Touch, draw me with thy kiss Into thine own deep bliss, Into thy sleep, thy life, thy imperishable crown…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 196

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…A lonely virgin for thy sake, and I Would fret no more the earth, nor tire the sky With ever-unbidden song. Ah! I would give All that my spirit hath learned of thee, to live Lonely and pure with the memory of thy kiss, And thy passionate, tearing lips, and thine arms around me, Knowing naught of the world, and caring naught, save this: Love, through this woman, hath found me. . . .

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1913 · PDF PAGE 196

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…A lonely virgin for thy sake, and I Would fret no more the earth, nor tire the sky With ever-unbidden song. Ah! I would give All that my spirit hath learned of thee, to live Lonely and pure with the memory of thy kiss, And thy passionate, tearing lips, and thine arms around me, Knowing naught of the world, and caring naught, save this: Love, through this woman, hath found me. . . .

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1905 · PDF PAGE 212

Collected Works (Vol. I)

THE HOLY OF HOLIES 205 No angel, but the very light And fire and spirit of Her, Unmitigated, eremite, The unmanifested myrrh, Ocean, and night that is not night, The mother-mediator.! O sacred spirit of the Gods !? O triple tongue !* Descend, Lapping the answering flame that nods, Kissing the brows that bend, Uniting all earth’s periods To one exalted end. Still on the mystic Tree of Life My soul is crucified ; 4 Still strikes the sacrificial knife Where lurks some serpent-eyed Fear, passion, or man’s deadly wife Desire, the suicide ! Before me…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 63

Ambergris

…ost Night Dwelt, inaccessible to sound and sight ; Shielded from Voice, impervious to Light. Lo ! on the barren bosom, on the brine, The spirit of the Mighty One arose, A flickering light, a formless triple flame,

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1913 · PDF PAGE 162

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…urch five years ago Such a dry , withered , cracked and crabbed thing As might have made the trees forget to grow . To church ! God is a spirit , not a creed ; He is an inner , outward - moving power : 143

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1901 · PDF PAGE 71

The Mother’s Tragedy

…nobleness To soothe the rancour of my stricken soul In the abodes of night, that I have dared, With the first knowledge, to make good my spirit Against its fate, to steel my flinching heart

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1902 · PDF PAGE 141

Tannhäuser

…at wept ! O mystery of Love ! Clasping my hands upon the scarlet rose That flamed upon my bosom, the keen thorns Pierced me and slew! My spirit was withdrawn Into Her godhead, and my soul made One With the Great Sorrow of the Universe, The Love of I sis ! Then I fell away Into some old mysterious abyss Rolling between the heights of starry space ; Flaming above, beyond the Tomb of Time, Blending the darkness into the profound Chasms of matter—so I fell away Through many strange eternities of Space, Limitless fields of Time. I knew in me That I …

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