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1902 · PDF PAGE 29

Tannhäuser

…folding ! Lithe limbs and supple shoulders and lips curled, Curled out to draw me to their monstrous world ! Warm breasts that glow with light ephemeral And move with passionate music to enthrall, To charm, to enchant, to seal the entrancing breath. I fall ! Stop ! Spare me !—Slay me ! [ Tannhduser enters into an ecstasy. This is death. [ The evil and averse Hathoor, or Vemcs, who hath arisen in the place of the Great Goddess, lifteth tip her voice and chanteth :— Venus. I sis am I, and from my life are fed All showers and suns, all moons that …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 178

Oracles

…wn, and so sunset may see How her long long locks deep-braided Fall down to her breast and her knee. So night and so sunrise discover No light and no darkness to heed. Night is above her, and brings her no lover ; And day, but no deed. Such a sense is up and within me, A tongue as of mystical fire ! Love, beauty, and holiness win me To the end of the great desire, Where I cease from the thirst and the labour, As the land that no ploughman tills Lest the robber his neighbour unloosen the sabre From holds in the hills. From love of my life and it…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 144

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…et the god when he takes his shape At the sound of the awful hidden name In earth’s eclipse revealed. XI And as he clasped me, slim and slight, I roared with the pain he gave, And he cried, “I will hold thee here all night, My beautiful, dark-haired slave ; Kiss my lips and laugh in my eyes, And I'll bring magic out of the skies, And thy flame shall yield to my eyes’ fierce light Ere thine ashes are laid in the grave!”

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1909 · PDF PAGE 183

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…our Father C.R.C., the Tomb of Osiris; the God Revealer, coming, moreover, by the Central Path of o through the midst of the Triangle of Light. And the Lock which guards that Door is as the Four Gates of the Universe. And the Key is The Ankh, Immortal Life—the Rose and Cross of Life; and the Symbol of Venus ¢. 3. 6. 3. 4 4 . 7. Fic. I1I.—THIRD SYMBOL. By producing the Paths whereby the Forces of the Three (see Second Symbol) were concentred into four, we find they * As above, so below; wherefore saith the Holy Qabalah that alone amongst the She…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 144

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…et the god when he takes his shape At the sound of the awful hidden name In earth’s eclipse revealed. XI And as he clasped me, slim and slight, I roared with the pain he gave, And he cried, “I will hold thee here all night, My beautiful, dark-haired slave ; Kiss my lips and laugh in my eyes, And I'll bring magic out of the skies, And thy flame shall yield to my eyes’ fierce light Ere thine ashes are laid in the grave!”

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1909 · PDF PAGE 183

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…our Father C.R.C., the Tomb of Osiris; the God Revealer, coming, moreover, by the Central Path of o through the midst of the Triangle of Light. And the Lock which guards that Door is as the Four Gates of the Universe. And the Key is The Ankh, Immortal Life—the Rose and Cross of Life; and the Symbol of Venus ¢. 3. 6. 3. 4 4 . 7. Fic. I1I.—THIRD SYMBOL. By producing the Paths whereby the Forces of the Three (see Second Symbol) were concentred into four, we find they * As above, so below; wherefore saith the Holy Qabalah that alone amongst the She…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 146

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…y love, my lord—to me! to me! There is no harshness in the breath Of this—is life surpassed, and death ? There is the Snake that gives delight And Knowledge, stirs the heart aright With drunkenness. Strange drugs are thine, Hadit, and draughts of wizard wine! These do no hurt. Thine hermits dwell Not in the cold secretive cell, But under purple canopies With mighty-breasted mistresses Magnificent as lionesses— Tender and terrible caresses! Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes; And massed huge hair about them lies.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 146

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…y love, my lord—to me! to me! There is no harshness in the breath Of this—is life surpassed, and death ? There is the Snake that gives delight And Knowledge, stirs the heart aright With drunkenness. Strange drugs are thine, Hadit, and draughts of wizard wine! These do no hurt. Thine hermits dwell Not in the cold secretive cell, But under purple canopies With mighty-breasted mistresses Magnificent as lionesses— Tender and terrible caresses! Fire lives, and light, in eager eyes; And massed huge hair about them lies.

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1961 · PDF PAGE 73

Liber Aleph

… is a Part. Wouldst thou lengthen the Life of thy Body? Then accommodate thou the Conditions of thy Body to its Environment by giving it Light, Air, Food, and Exercise as its Nature requireth. So also, mutatis mutandis, do thou cherish the Health of thy Mind. m

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1905 · PDF PAGE 127

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…her lilies from all lands Of sad sweet names. The Lesbian lily is of white Stained through with blood, Swayed with the stream, a wayward light Upon the flood. The Spartan lily is of blue, With green leaves fresh ; Apollo glints his crimson through The azure mesh. The English lily is of white, All white and clean ; There plays a tender flame of light Her flowers between. The English lily is a bloom Too cold and sweet ; One might say—in the twilight gloom A maiden’s feet. * Nothing more; be it well remembered !—

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1905 · PDF PAGE 246

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…’ dunghill thoughts, which do themselves enure To dirty dross, no higher dare aspire, Nor can his feeble earthly eyes endure The flaming light of that celestial fire Which kindleth love in generous desire, And makes him mount above the native might Of heavy earth, up to the heaven's height. SPENSER, Hymn in Honour of Love. Ln Venusberg: changing afterward to a woodland crossiway. VENUS. GONE to his Goddess! the poor worm’s asleep. And yet—TI cannot follow him. Not even Into the dreamland that these mortals use. There, I am barred. The flaming s…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 77

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…TEENTH DAY. The water-lilies pale, “ B lover takes her lad . Now I want ecause my . Spirits to enforce, art to enchant.” Beneath the moonlight veil. Tempest. No flower may bloom this happy hour— Unless my Alice be the flower. The stars are hidden in dark and mist, The moon and sun are dead, Because my love has caught and kissed My body in her bed. No light may shine this happy night— Unless my Alice be the light. So silent are the thrush, the lark ! The nightingale’s at rest, ‘Because my lover loves the dark, And has me in her breast. No song t…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 160

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…stars are above me, The rocks are below me, The sea is around! Great Gods that love me Lead me, and show me Their powers profound. Their lightnings move me To stir me, to throw me As into a swound, The song of the infinite surf that is beaten and bound As a fierce wolf-hound, The song that lures me, and lifts me, and mingles my soul into sound! 1 The bulk of this Book I. was written at Waikiki, which is described in this Parabasis. O Nature, my mother, Heart melted on heart At last! Not another, Not any shall part Thy soul from my art. How shou…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 32

Jephthah

…anger of lords Are bloody with widowing swords, And the roar of contention of chords Rolls back from the heart of the war. | But Victory lights on the banner Of Israel like to a bird; It flaps in the air, and Hosanna! Flings up to the sky for a word! Long streams of light horsemen are flashing Through fields where the tempest was lashing, Through the pools of the battle-blood splashing, Long swords to the rout of the herd. For fighters slip down on the dying, And flying folk stumble on dead, And the sound of the pitiless crying Of slaughter is …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 37

Tale of Archais

THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 29 Their quick sweet movement ; on the ground she lies Struggling, and rending Heaven with her cries. Like light, in one convulsive pang the snake Leapt in the sunlight, and its body brake With glistening scales that golden skin of hers, And writhing with pure shame, the long grass whirrs With her sharp flight of fury and despair. Then Charicles at last became aware Of the fell death that had him by the throat To mar his music ; like one blind he smote The quivering air with cries of sorrow ; then, Disdaining fear and sorrow…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 124

Oracles

ANIMA LUNAE II9 Or moonlight seen through trees—so came the lashes Over—and strong sight flashes !) Travelled in thought to life, and in its gleam Saw but a doubtful dream. His was a city crescent-shaped whose wall Was brass and iron : in the thrall Of the superb concave Lay orbed a waveless wave. Four moons of liquid light revolved and threw Their silvery fountains forth, whose fruitful dew Turned all the plain to one enamelled vale Green as the serpent’s glory, and—how still !— To where the distant hill Shaped like an Oread’s breast arose bey…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 97

Orpheus

Save in blind eagle-fury and full flight, Pythian against the light, Writing in all the sea, the trees, the flowers, The many-fruited bowers, The lustred lilies and arboreal scent And fresh young element Of blood in every osseous vein of time, New senses more sublime! Should it not be that the ill days are past And my soul lost at last, Lost in thy bosom who art mother of all Ere the first was, to fall After the end. And then, O soul endued (In this my solitude) With all the thousand elements of life, Shall I not call thee wife ? O Muse long wo…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 12

Rosa Mundi

…ice were whirled Away in the wind of its own folly, thrown Into forgotten places and unknown. So I sing on ! Sister and wife, dear wife, Light of my love and lady of my life, Answer if thou canst from the unsullied place, Unveiling for one star-wink thy bright face ! Did we leave then, once cognisant, Time for some Fear to implant His poison ? Did we hesitate ? Leave but one little chance to Fate ? For one swift second did we wait ? There is no need to answer : God is God, A jealous God and evil ; with His rod He smiteth fair and foul, and with…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 67

Liber Aleph

…l things that are possible to thy Nature are already hidden within thee; and thou hast but to name them, and to bring them back into the Light of thy Consciousness. Then squander not this Gold of thine, but put it to most fruitful Usury. Now then of the Art and Craft of this most Holy Mystery I write not, for a Reason that thou already knowest. Moreover, in this Matter, thou shalt best learn by thine own Experience, and thine Observation in true Science shall guide thee. For this Secret is still of Magick, and Occult, so that I know not certain…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 69

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… deep and silver-bound ; The girdle treacherously wound ; One violet-crested mounded mole, Some blood-stain filtered from the soul ; The light and shadow shed between My soul and God from Messaline. And even as a dark and hidden Furnace roars out in woods forbidden, A sullen tide of molten steel Runs from deep furrows in the wheel ; So from afar one central heat Sends the loud pulse to fever beat ; So from one crown and heart of fire Spring the vast phantoms of desire, Impossible and epicene, Familiar souls of Messaline. And as, when thunder br…

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