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1910 · PDF PAGE 455

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…, THE SARACEN KNIGHT The broad stair winds; he follows it; Dark is the way; the air is blind; Black, black the blackness of the pit, The light long blotted out behind! His sword sweeps out; his keen glance peers For some shape glimmering through the gloom: Naught, naught in all that void appears ; More still, more silent than the tomb! Yet now the good knight is aware Of some black force, of some dread throne, Waiting beneath that awful stair, Beneath that pit of slippery stone. Yea! though he sees not anything, Nor hears, his subtle sense is ’…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 455

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…, THE SARACEN KNIGHT The broad stair winds; he follows it; Dark is the way; the air is blind; Black, black the blackness of the pit, The light long blotted out behind! His sword sweeps out; his keen glance peers For some shape glimmering through the gloom: Naught, naught in all that void appears ; More still, more silent than the tomb! Yet now the good knight is aware Of some black force, of some dread throne, Waiting beneath that awful stair, Beneath that pit of slippery stone. Yea! though he sees not anything, Nor hears, his subtle sense is ’…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 147

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ining beyond herself She makes strange dreams of her bewilderment . Of such race are you not ; For you , untripped by unseen snares , in light Can see the simple truth As it has been through centuries in those isles Which neither live nor die But are immortal . The refrains of love And death and tragedy Seem sad by very changelessness . The world In the forthflow of time So new , is yet so hopeless and so old , That every tear we shed Is but a repetition of those tears Which perhaps Sappho shed . The same chant murmurs in the ageless sea As Hom…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 7

Manifesto of the M.M.M.

…isdom having led to confusion, it was determined by the Chiefs of all these Orders to recombine and centralize their activi evenas white light, divided ina prism, may be recomposed. It embodies the whole of the secret knowledge of all Oriental Orders; and its chiefs are initiates of the highest rank, and recognized as such by all capable of such recog nition in every country in the world. In more remote times, the O. T. O. included such men as Fohi Laotze Siddartha Krishna Tahuti Ankh.fenckhonsu Herakles Orpheus Odysseus Vergilius Catullus Mart…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 135

Little Poems in Prose

…in the overflowing of her joy the moon filled all the room like a phosphorescent atmosphere, like a luminous poison, and all this living light was thinking and saying: “Thou shalt know eternally the influence of my kiss; thou shalt be beautifully in my fashion. Thou shalt love that which I love and which loves

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1899 · PDF PAGE 107

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… And no sound penetrates them, save a rare Music of sombre motion, swaying slow. The sky above is one dark indigo Voiceless and deep, no light is hard within To shame love's lips and rouse the silky skin

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1901 · PDF PAGE 14

Carmen Saeculare

… With freemen’s orisons. The mist is gathering on the seer’s sight— I cannot see the future of thy state. Or, am I dazzled by resounding light ? I know this thing—thy future shall be great ! Come war, come revolution ! In their spite Thou mayst compel thy Fate. O German Empire ! Let thy sons beware, Not crowding sordid towns for lust of gold, Not all forgetful of the herdsman’s care, Not arming all men in an iron mould. Peaceful be thou : with watching and with prayer. But be not overbold. Fall, Austria ! In the very day and hour That reverend …

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1909 · PDF PAGE 203

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…ison! I quiver, Drenched with the hate of the horrible river— O but the stars of it stagger and shiver! Leave me in peace, O disaster of light! Leave me to solitude, leave me to night! Is there no moon to enkindle the height? Vv See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up the death of the Star, and renews Life in cascades of peonian hues ! Nay, but she curves to arise, to increase; Glamour on glamour to sicken and cease. How shall the warrior win to the peace? Fade, O thou moon, in thy magical bark! Sink in the ocean thy silvery spark ! Lea…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 203

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…ison! I quiver, Drenched with the hate of the horrible river— O but the stars of it stagger and shiver! Leave me in peace, O disaster of light! Leave me to solitude, leave me to night! Is there no moon to enkindle the height? Vv See how the moon with her amrita dews Drinks up the death of the Star, and renews Life in cascades of peonian hues ! Nay, but she curves to arise, to increase; Glamour on glamour to sicken and cease. How shall the warrior win to the peace? Fade, O thou moon, in thy magical bark! Sink in the ocean thy silvery spark ! Lea…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 26

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

E . N . da C. Andrade . THE SWORD SONG . o H fair and straight and like a naked sword A splendour at morning , a light of victories , Bright, beautiful , and glorious award To men of the creative deities Who forge up flesh with song, and singing fashion The fair long lines , and make it sharp with passion And send it down among us for a sword . - A blade of steel with hilts of subtle gold , A sword between two lilies , a sword unsheathed Swung among snowflakes, sweet , hard , tender , cold . Oh fair and straight, in a furnace of delight With na…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 221

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…as but the page 's arrow . And she looked up and laughed , to see the wild swan fall . And still another shadow between the lawn and sun light The shadow of a red streak falling through the air Down in the river is the wounded swan 's death fight ; But his blood has splashed on the King 's White Daughter fair ; Splashed on her peacocks and on her pretty Page - boy , And lo ! there steals a music calling soft and faint Through the great gardens and orchards of the King 's joy From the ancient terraced thousand steps — " The Bride 's Descent .” B…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 211

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…f the Knights of Malta. The Order of the Knights of the Holy Sepulchre. The Hidden Church of the Holy Graal. The Hermetic Brotherhood of Light. The Holy Order of Rose Croix of Heredom. The Order of the Holy Royal Arch of Enoch. . The Antient and Primitive Rite of Masonry (33 de- grees). . The Rite of Memphis (97 degrees). . The Rite of Mizraim (90 degrees). 197

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1944 · PDF PAGE 243

The Book of Thoth

…eriment! q Witch­moon, upon thy beck of blood afloat The Midnight Beetle’s brave prophetic Boat! r The Sun, our Father! Soul of Life and Light, Love and play freely, sacred in Thy sight! w Nuit, Hadit, Ra‐Hoor‐Khuit! The Aeon Of the Twin Child! Exult, o Empyrean! t Naught becomes All to realise the span Of naught, O perfect Universe of Pan.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 56

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…men bade good cheer To foemen, grew one clear CLEAR, deep, and blue, the sky Concept, ideal, divine, Is silvered by the morn, Ofa god of light and laughter, of a god of And where the dewdrop’s eye Catches its brilliancy Strange lights and hues are horn: I have seen twelve colours hover on a single spray of thorn. There is a great grey tower! Cut clear against the deep ; In the sun’s wakening hour I think it has the power To touch the soul of sleep With its tender thought, and bid me to awake for joy—and weep. This night I am earlier. No drowsy …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 31

Jephthah

…re, and urges The horsemen in thunderous surges On columns where blood not asperges The splashing of struggling bands. The sword is like lightning in battle, The spear like the light of a star; It strikes on the shield, and the rattle Of arrows is hail from afar.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 43

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…of the well-foughten field, And the children of Ammon are broken, their princes and warriors yield. The captain is chosen for fight, The light of his eye is as fire, And his hand is hardy of might And heavy as dead desire; _— And the sword of the Lord and of Jephthah shall build our dead women a pyre.

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1901 · PDF PAGE 10

The Mother’s Tragedy

…m and endure Whose little period Is limited by God ; Whose poor abode Is the mean body, prey to all distemperature ? Yet, mortal, in the Light and Way Divine, Gird on the armour of the Holy One: Seek out the secret of the inmost shrine, Strong in the might and spirit of the sun. Arise, arise, arise, Give passage to mine eyes, Ye airs, ye veils; ye bucklers of the Snake! I knew the deepest cells, Where the foul spirit dwells; Called to the dead, the drowsed, arise ! awake! Their dark profoundest thought Was less than She I sought, It was as noug…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 20

The Mother’s Tragedy

… bolder twenty years ago! Time, Time, thou maker and destroyer both, Only in resurrection hast no part! | Broods. SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY. How light and how agreeable, Paved pathway to the gate of hell! See how all virtues, graces, shine, Till woman half appears divine! But I am waiting, watching still The treason of the powers of ill. Soft, moveless, as a tigress glides, Strange laughing devilry abides Its hour to poison. How they gloat, The fiends, upon her lips and throat! They touch her heart, they speer her eyes, They linger on the lovely prize!…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 90

The Soul of Osiris

… 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 10

Rosa Mundi

…ginal breeding breeze Was yet of either unstirred ; Unspoken the Great Word. Then on a sudden, we knew. From deep to deep Reverberating, lightning unto lightning Across the sundering brightening Abyss of sorrow’s sleep, There shone the sword of love, and stuck, and clove The intolerable veil, The woven chain of mail Prudence self-called, and folly known to who May know. Then, O sweet drop of dew, Thy limpid light rolled over and was lost

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