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1905 · PDF PAGE 135

Oracles

…nging foam, Ride like a ghost upon the crest, the silver-rolling comb ; Float like a warrior to his rest, majestically home. But oh ! my soul, what seest thou, whose eyes are open wide ? What thoughts inspire me idling now, lone on the lonely tide ? Here in the beauty of the place, hope laughs and says me nay ; In nature’s bosom, in God’s face, I read Decay, Decay. Here in the splendour of the Law that built the eternal sphere, Beauty and majesty and awe, I fail of any cheer. Here, in caprice, in will divine, I see no perfect peace ; Here, in t…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 99

Ambergris

…tal, throned above the moon ! Inspire a holy tune Lighter and lovelier than flowers and wine Offered in gracious gardens unto Pan By any soul of man !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 10

Rosa Decidua

…s Here crushed, there rose the stronger for the pressure That gave it purchase ; keener flamed the fires In its eyes triumphant. Now its soul asserts Its master-pleasure ; The worm exerts Its adult might, and in one bout The spine snaps of that child of Love and Pity, And mangled he falls out Of the fight. Just so child Hercules Strangled two serpents in his pretty Red fists, achieved twelve labours, won to ease, And was done down to death and madness by The subtle poison that himself distilled. So all the God in life is chilled To a corpse. Th…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 205

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…nets from the Sun Ye are but satellites of the One. But should your revolution stop Ye would inevitably drop Headlong within the central Soul, And all the parts become the Whole. Sloth and activity and peace, When will ye learn that ye must cease? TYPHON. How should I cease from lethargy? HERMANUBIS. How should I quench activity? SPHINX. How should I give up ecstasy? 01.01 What shines upon your foreheads? .`1,־5.1-1? (tagetker). The Eye within the Triangle. * Serenade: Drdla. 25

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1911 · PDF PAGE 205

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…nets from the Sun Ye are but satellites of the One. But should your revolution stop Ye would inevitably drop Headlong within the central Soul, And all the parts become the Whole. Sloth and activity and peace, When will ye learn that ye must cease? TYPHON. How should I cease from lethargy? HERMANUBIS. How should I quench activity? SPHINX. How should I give up ecstasy? 01.01 What shines upon your foreheads? .`1,־5.1-1? (tagetker). The Eye within the Triangle. * Serenade: Drdla. 25

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1912 · PDF PAGE 275

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

… a telegram which informed him that his favourite uncle had been disembowelled by a mad bull; Wieland, his head among the fire—irons, his soul among the stars, was trying to remember two important engagements which he had written down in his note—book five minutes earlier; Ethel Archer, talked to by Meredith Starr, but not listening to him, sat pale and classical on the edge of a table in default of a promontory, saying softly: “ Bysses— —aster—kisses—caster—blisses—faster—this is—master— misses —disaster — Pisces —poetaster*Cambyses—chaster; Mad…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 275

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

… a telegram which informed him that his favourite uncle had been disembowelled by a mad bull; Wieland, his head among the fire—irons, his soul among the stars, was trying to remember two important engagements which he had written down in his note—book five minutes earlier; Ethel Archer, talked to by Meredith Starr, but not listening to him, sat pale and classical on the edge of a table in default of a promontory, saying softly: “ Bysses— —aster—kisses—caster—blisses—faster—this is—master— misses —disaster — Pisces —poetaster*Cambyses—chaster; Mad…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 201

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…he East the far ephemeral gold. O Wisdom! Mother of my sorrow! Rise! And lift my love to thine immortal eyes ! THE TWO LOVES. Wuar is my soul? The shadow of my will. What is my will? The sleeper’s sigh at waking. Osiris! Orient godhead ! Jet me still Rest in the dawn of knowledge, ever slaking My lips and throat where yon rose-glimmer- ing hill, The Mountain of the East, its lips is taking To Thy life-lips: I hear Thy keen voice thrill ; Arise and shine! the clouds of earth are breaking! The clouds are parted: yes! And there above I bathe in et…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 269

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…come At last a Christ upon the waiting world, Redeem it to more purpose than the last ! So fills his sorrow, and Her sympathy, My common soul, that I am fain to fall Upon my face, and cry aloud to God: ‘©OQ Thou, Sole Wise, Sole Pure, Sole Merciful, Who hast thus shown Thy mystery to nan : Grant that his coming may be very soon See, the sobs shake me like a little child. 9? e The moon is crescent, waxing in the West. Take the last kiss, dear. What is the strange song? [Zhe great Goddess ariseth, weeping Jor the slain Osiris TANNHAUSER, the perf…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 18

Clouds Without Water

VIII You love me! trite and idle word to darken (With all its glow) the splendour of our sun! No soul of heaven or hell may hearken The unbearable device that we have done. Nor may Justine nor Borgia understand Nor Messalina nor Maria guess The infernal chorus swelling darkly grand That echoed us our everlasting ’ Yes! ’ Nor shall the Gods perceive to damn or praise The deed that shakes their essence into dust, Disrupts their dreams, divides their dreary days. Supreme, abominable, rides our lust Armed in the panoply of brazen youth And strength…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 147

The Winged Beetle

…s Here crushed, there rose the stronger for the pressure That gave it purchase ; keener flamed the fires In its eyes triumphant. Now its soul asserts Its master-pleasure ; The worm exerts Its adult might, and in one bout The spine snaps of that child of Love and Pity, And mangled he falls out Of the fight. Just so child Hercules Strangled two serpents in his pretty Red fists, achieved twelve labours, won to ease, And was done down to death and madness by The subtle poison that himself distilled. So all the God in life is chilled To a corpse. Th…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 80

Mortadello

…us dagger-sweep ! GABRIELE. Ay ! she’s not dead, black fool ! But mine for the torture—Drink Black lees of hell’s own wine, thy poisoned soul to sink In mire and filth of agony, shame—Christ, I’ll drench Desire of hate in her own rotting body’s stench. But death—not death ! Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! ORLANDO. I am a dead man. GABRIELE. He saith it ! Now to achieve the pinnacle of my plan ! Princess, I arrest you in the Doge’s name. MONICA. Arrest ! GABRIELE. No less ! MONICA. [Rising with arms outstretched.] Nay, look, my lord, behold my hands, my breast, …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 227

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…wing Of birth, have lent me glamour of desire, And I will go as a god, to mould afresh With my most inner and supernal fire A veil for a soul, a veil of soft, white flesh; Yea! I will mould from out the universe A new blind angel, with a spirit’s curse. (v) The hour of love is passed; we lie asleep Dreaming of love; we wake to love again. Upon my heart you hide your eyes and weep, And so I understand, and share your pain. And when you ask of love I will not speak, But crush your lips for only answering; I feel your hot breath on my neck and che…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 227

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…wing Of birth, have lent me glamour of desire, And I will go as a god, to mould afresh With my most inner and supernal fire A veil for a soul, a veil of soft, white flesh; Yea! I will mould from out the universe A new blind angel, with a spirit’s curse. (v) The hour of love is passed; we lie asleep Dreaming of love; we wake to love again. Upon my heart you hide your eyes and weep, And so I understand, and share your pain. And when you ask of love I will not speak, But crush your lips for only answering; I feel your hot breath on my neck and che…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 71

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…en to Nile, to the terror Typhon! Ah me! but the glory of ravening storm Enswathes thee and wraps thee in frenzy of form. Be still, O my soul! that the spell may dissolve As the wands are upraised, and the zeons revolve. Behold! in my beauty how joyous Thou art, O Snake that caresses the crown of mine heart! Behold! we are one, and the tempest of years Goes down to the dusk, and the Beetle appears. O Beetle! the drone of Thy dolorous note Be ever the trance of this tremulous throat! Tawait the awaking! The summons on high From the Lord Adonai, …

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1928 · PDF PAGE 129

Little Poems in Prose

…itself and to represent by its play, its enticements, its rages and its smiles, the dispositions, the agonies and the ecstasies of every soul that hath ever lived, that lives, that ever shall live. As I bade farewell to this incomparable beauty I felt myself smitten down even to death, and therefore whenever one of my companions cried “At last!” I was only able to cry “Already!”

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1944 · PDF PAGE 115

The Book of Thoth

…ay as‐ sist the full appreciation of its meaning. THE FOOL I. SILENCE1 Of all the magical and mystical virtues, of all the graces of the Soul, of all the attain‐ ments of the Spirit, none has been so misunderstood, even when at all apprehended, as Si‐ lence. It would not be possible to enumerate the common errors; nay, it may be said that to think of it at all is in itself an error; for its nature is Pure Being, that is to say, Nothing, so that it is beyond all intellection or intuition. Thus, then, the utmost of our Essay can be only a cer‐ ta…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 188

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ces, in the shower Thatdews like death your swooning loveliness To knew you love me; that your body leaps With the quick passion of your soul; to know Your fragrant kisses sting my spirit so ; To be one soul where Satan smiles and sleeps 5-- Ah tin the very triumph-hour of Tell Satan himself remembers whence he fell! CONVENTIONAL WICKEDNESS. Berore the altar of Famine and Desire The Two in One, a golden woman stands Holding a heart in her ensanguine hands, The nightly victim of her whore’s attire. Quick sobs of lust instead of prayers inspire s…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 196

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…rhead— Some other meaning in the words he saith? Even so the king had Or, am I tricked in such a little snare? I lifted up my eyes. What soul stood there, Fronting my path? Tall, stately, delicate, A woman fairer than a pomegranate. A silver spear her hands of lotus hear, One shaft of moonlight quivering and straight. She pointed to the East with flashing eyes : “Thou canst not see her—but my Queen shall rise.” Bowed head and heating heart, with feet unsure I passed her, trembling, for she was too pure. I could have loved her. No: she was too w…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 57

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…anse The Earl saw three strange objects on the strand , | His keen eye noted at the firstborn glance, And recognised as pointers for his soul ; So that his soul was fervid in the dance, Knowing itself one step more near the goal, Should he but make the perfect choice of these. Farthest, loose tethered, at a stake’s control, A shallop rocked before the sullen breeze. Midway, a hermit’s hut stood solitary, A dim light set therein. Near and at ease A jolly well-lit inn—no phantom airy ! Solid and warm, short snatches of light song Issuing cheery n…

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