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1905 · PDF PAGE 191

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… bars Before the voice of him that saith: “*T will!” Droop lower to my knees ! Sink gently to the leopard’s skin !1 I must not stoop and take my ease, Or touch the body lithe and thin. Bright body of the myriad smiles, Sweet serpent of the lower life, The smooth silk touch of thee defiles, The lures and languors of a wife. Slip to the floor, I must not turn : There is a lion in the way !? The stars of morning rise and burn: I seek the dim supernal day! Sleep there, nor know me gone: sleep there And never wake, although God’s breath Catch thee a…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 51

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…m suffering doth doubly irk, Who doeth evil, seeing now at last how evil was his work. The virtuous man rejoices here, hereafter doth he take delight, Both ways rejoices, both delights, as seeing that his work was right. Here and hereafter suffers he: the pains of shame his bosom fill Who thinks ‘‘I did the wrong,” laments his going on the Path of III. Here and hereafter hath he joy: in both the joy of rectitude Who thinks ‘‘I did the right” and goes rejoicing on the Path of Good. A-many verses though he can recite of Law, the idle man who doth…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 206

Moonchild

…buoyancy of youth; indeed, she had to be cautioned in the mere physical matter of activity. No longer did she indulge morbid fancies, or take unwholesome pleasure in the contemplation of evil ideas. She was at home in her heaven of romance, [290] the heroine of the most wonderful story in the world. Her love for Cyril showed a tender and more exalted phase; she became alive to her dignity and responsibility. She acquired also a sense of Nature which she had never had before in all her life; she felt a brotherhood with every leaf and flower of t…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 21

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…eath the temple gate While I consider of our war on Fate. Till then, and I will tell thee everything That thou must do; but now let song take wing Till the pale air swoon with the deep delight That makes cool noontide from the sultry night. What are your dreams, my maidens? Your young dreams ? Are they of passion, or of rocks and streams, Of purple mountains, clad about with green, Or do their lamps grow dim in the unseen? Sing to this hero; sing, lure slumber to your queen.” And she: ‘Not many SONG OF APHRODITE’S LIANDMAIDENS. My dreams are sw…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 244

Collected Works (Vol. I)

TANNHAUSER 237 The fact, and leave the dream, and so disdain These far-off splendours, catch the nearer joy, Take squalid kisses, banish crested love Intangible. Delights it thee, my friend, To reach the summits unattained before, And stumble on their snows? Thine old desire Was just to touch the mere impalpable, To formulate the formless. Otherwise Christ did as well—thine own words turn again ! TANNHAUSER. Ah, if pure love could grow material ! There are pure women ! VENUS. There you make me laugh! Remember—I have known such. But besides You …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 152

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…t, Fleet far across the woods; and gleaming bright The evening star looks from the orient way. Shadow and silence deepen : all the woods Take on a tenderer phrase of musical Breezes: the stream-sought homes solitudes Murmur a little where the maiden moods Are sadder as the evening’s kisses fall. and Like silver scales of serpenthood they fall Across the blind air of the evening; Shadowy ghosts arise funereal And seek unspeakable things; and dryads call The satyr-company to the satyr-king. And all the light is over; but the sky Shudders with bla…

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1935 · PDF PAGE 12

One Star in Sight

…imself in Liber Samekh. But they have published such accounts as those in The Temple of Solomon the King and in John St. John. They have taken the only proper course; to train aspirants to this attainment in the theory and prac- tice of the whole of Magick and Mysticism, so that each man may be expert in the handling of all known weapons, and free to choose and to use those which his own experience and instinct dictate as proper when he essays the Great Experiment. He is furthermore trained to the one habit essential to Membership of the A-. A.…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 25

Moonchild

…k seats on the divan, toward which the table had been drawn. "For all we know, one or both those men are in collusion with Mottich. I'd stake my life Simple Simon isn't; but I wouldn't expect my own twin brother to take my word for it, in a matter like this. Then the curtains have been drawn; why? To [38] help the force along. Yet it is supposed to be kinetic force; and we cannot even imagine how light could interfere with it. Otherwise, it is that the light 'distresses the medium in her peculiar state.' Just as the policeman's bull's-eye distr…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 134

Moonchild

…on Epelthon Artemis[1] continuously for an hour after her couching; and then one of them went on while the others slept. They would each take a shift of three hours. The words were rather droned than sung, to an old magical chant, which Sister Clara, who was half Greek, half [190] Italian, born of a noble family of Mitylene, had inherited from some of the women of the island at her initiation as a young girl into some of their mysteries. They claimed that it had come down unaltered from the great singers of history. It was a drowsy lilt, yet in…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 33

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…f us all: These shall despoil her; these shall ruin him. Yes, I shall clutch him to these sagging breasts Stained, bruised,—enough !—and take his life in mine— Ugh ! pleasure of Hell ! Sir Percy Percivale,! Here is a strumpet. Ha! have you a sword? Enough. Iam dressed. communed With my dark heart : I see my way to it :— Oh joy! joy ! joy !—Hortense, these candles out ! [Zhe maid blows out the mirror candles. I will go down. Prepare my_ scented paper, My rosy wax against my coming here— When, girl? I’ th’ morn, i’ th’ morn! When else? I’d write.…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 77

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…. DENYS. [/istde.] What the devil was that? door! The Re-enter FLORIMOND, 2. FLORIMOND. At last! [Goes to door and pushes it.] The devil take all women! After all, the door is shut. Laugh, thou light little fool, laugh now. One day thou shalt moan upon the stones, and Florimond de Champdivers shall shut his door tothee. Damn and damn and damn! What served love shall serve hate: ‘tis a poor game that only works one Way. [Curtacn.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 181

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…death he cried, ‘OQ Madonna of the Golden Eyes !” LOVE AT PEACE. Tre valleys, that are splendid With sun ere day is ended And love-lutes take to tune, See joyless and unfriended The perfect bowstring bended, Whose bow js called the moon. They sce the waters slacken And all the sky’s blue blacken, While in the yellow bracken Love lies in death or swoon. The stars arise and brighten ; The summer lightnings lighten, Faint and as midnight mute. Afar the snowfields ughten The iron bands that frighten No fairy’s tender foot. Across the stiller river …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 132

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… with fasting, madness, grief, Beyond all speaking or belief. But the first glance at those bold eyes! Ah! let me fling me at her feet ! Take me, O love! Thy terror flies. Kiss me again, again, O sweet ! O honeyed queen, old paramour, So keen our joy be and so sure! ‘‘The king would be alone !”’ Fast fly The trembling lackeys at her voice. Lapped in her billowy breasts I he, And love, and languish, and rejoice, And—ah—forget ! The ecstatic hour Bursts like a poppy into flower. Back ! thou black spectre! In her arms Devouring and devoured of lov…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 204

Moonchild

… shall be made fat; but I am Banting, as the hart banteth after the water brooks. He that watereth shall be watered also himself: I will take a cold shower before the plunge. The Mother's Meeting will be held as usual at 8.30 on Thursday [286] evening. Those who are not yet Mothers, but who wish to become so, kindly apply to me in the Vestry at the conclusion of the service. Sister Clara, please play the people out quickly!" Cyril babbled out this nonsense in the tones of the Sweet Young Thing type of Curate; it was his way of restoring the sup…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 76

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…omplaint : Under woes of war we faint. Pity, Lord of Hosts, our fear ! Hear, Most Tligh, oh, hear! Enter Messenger. MESSENGER. My lords, take heed now, prayer is good to save While yet the foemen are far off; but now They howl and clamour at our very gates. ELEAZAR. Blaspheme not God, but tell thy woeful news. CHorus, I fear me for the sorrow that he speaks. MESSENGER. The tribe of Ephraim went forth to fight Armed, and with bows, and turned them back to-day. For in the South a cloud of many men, And desert horsemen fiery as the sun, Swarmed on…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 86

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…let For shadow for the holiest shrine : One moment hangs the fire of dawn Until the sacrament be sworn. Behold, the priest, our captain, takes The sacred robes, the crown of gold, The light of other sunlight = breaks Upon his forehead calm and cold ; And other dawns more deep and wise Burn awful in his holy eyes. A moment, and the fire is low - Upon the black stone of the altar, The spilt blood eagerly doth glow, And lightnings lick the ight, and falter, Feeling the vast Shekinah * shine Above their excellence divine. The Lord is gracious to Hi…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 170

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…nage any of the old ways, I’ll try and write down the number and put it on the mantelpiece." And this was the test. The medium was to be taken from Whewell‘s Court (where we were) over to the Great Court 01 Trinity—well out of all hearing. I was to be left alone with the sceptic, who by this time suspected everybody 01 being a confederate. He was to touch the card in my presence and then take me away in the opposite direction. The medium was then (at a given time) to return, and tell the card. Now it happened that in the course 01 general argum…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 170

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…nage any of the old ways, I’ll try and write down the number and put it on the mantelpiece." And this was the test. The medium was to be taken from Whewell‘s Court (where we were) over to the Great Court 01 Trinity—well out of all hearing. I was to be left alone with the sceptic, who by this time suspected everybody 01 being a confederate. He was to touch the card in my presence and then take me away in the opposite direction. The medium was then (at a given time) to return, and tell the card. Now it happened that in the course 01 general argum…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 70

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… and thought to peace, woven on love’s incredible loom, Rose on the breast of the world of spring ! How shall the heart dissolved in joy take form and harmony and sing? How shall the ecstasy of light fall back to music’s magic gloom? O China rose without a tnorn, O honey-bee without a sting ! The scent of all thy beauty burns upon the wind. The deep perfume Of our own love is hidden in our hearts, the invulnerable ring. No man shall know. I bear thee down unto the tomb, beyond the tomb, Rose on the breast of the world of spring ! XX. LIE still,…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 56

Moonchild

…the most savage, elusive, and dangerous wild beast, with the exception of woman," (he smiled at Lisa so delightfully that she could only take it as a compliment) "that infests this globe. Need I say that I refer to the Poltergeist?" "You must do more," laughed Lisa. "You must tell me what my rival is!" "A Poltergeist is a variety of spook distinguished by its playful habit of throwing furniture about, and [80] otherwise playing practical jokes of the clown-in-the-pantomime order. The particular specimen whose hide — if they have hides — I was a…

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