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1911 · PDF PAGE 173

The Vision and the Voice

…rl thee forth from my presence as a whirling thunderbolt to guard the ways, and whom thou smitest shall be smitten indeed. And whom thou lovest shall be loved indeed. And whether by smiting or by love thou workest, each one shall see my face, a glimmer through a thousand veils. And they shall rise up from love’s sleep or death’s, and gird themselves with a girdle of snake-skin for wisdom, and they shall wear the white tunic of purity, and the apron of flaming orange for will, and over their shoulders shall they cast the panther’s skin of courag…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 437

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

… under the pretext of charity, and so far forgot himself as to say, that the most imperfect and the most apparently reprehensible act of love was worth more than the best of prayers. It was the Marquis de Sade turned preacher!? Further, he denied the existence of the devil with an enthusiasm often full of eloquence. “Can you conceive,” said he, “a devil tolerated and authorized by God? Can you conceive, further, a God who made the devil, and who allowed him to ravage creatures already so weak, and so prompt to deceive themselves! A god of the d…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 437

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

… under the pretext of charity, and so far forgot himself as to say, that the most imperfect and the most apparently reprehensible act of love was worth more than the best of prayers. It was the Marquis de Sade turned preacher!? Further, he denied the existence of the devil with an enthusiasm often full of eloquence. “Can you conceive,” said he, “a devil tolerated and authorized by God? Can you conceive, further, a God who made the devil, and who allowed him to ravage creatures already so weak, and so prompt to deceive themselves! A god of the d…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 48

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

… if thy will be God’s will, Thou art That. There is but one other word to explain. Elsewhere it is written—surely for our great comfort—‘Love is the law, love under will.” 42

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1913 · PDF PAGE 73

The Book of Lies

…se sat on their haunches waiting The Report of the Sojourners; for THE WORD was lost. This is the Report of the Sojourners: THE WORD was LOVE;?? and its number is An Hundred and Eleven. Then said each AMO; for its number is An Hundred and Eleven. Each took the Trowel from his LAP,” whose number is An Hundred and Eleven. Each called moreover on the Goddess NINA 37° for Her number is An Hundred and Eleven. Yet with all this went The Work awry; for THE WORD OF THE LAW IS QOEAHMA.

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1954 · PDF PAGE 429

Magick Without Tears

…ing. And do not forget the old and well-worn saw: "Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring!-A little learning is a dangerous thing." Love is the law, love under will. Yours fraternally, 666

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1954 · PDF PAGE 484

Magick Without Tears

…Grandfather's Neck of my friend, James Branch Cabell. So now, fair damozel , bestride thy palfrey , and away to the Mountains of Magick! Love is the law. love under will. Fraternally , 666 P. S. One danger I had purposely passed over, as it is not likely to come your way. But, since others may read these letters- Some, and these the men of highest promise, often of great achievement , are tempted by Treason. They acquire a "Judas-complex," think how splendid it would be if they were to destroy the Order-or, at the very least, unhorse the Master…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 113

White Stains

…air, And my fair mistress binds the sheaves Of yellow hair more loose, and weaves More subtly bars of song, that bear Bright children of love debonair, And laughter lightly comes, and reaves The garland from our sorrow’s brow, Life rises up, is girt with song, Joy fills the cup, that flashes clear. The year may fade in whispers now, Shadow and silence now may throng The seasons—we are happy here. Autumn is on us as we lie In creamy clouds of latticed light That hint at darkness, but descry

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1899 · PDF PAGE 190

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…in the vast. Before my vision lay New oceans gemmed about with sun-bright isles, Peopled with creatures girded up with gold, Women men’s love made glorious to behold, Men clad with sunshine of fair women’s smiles, Fountains of purity and fadeless youth. With a glad heart I turned my steps to seek Their starry groves and streams. A scroll unfurled A cloud from heaven : “ This people loveth truth.” I rose and hid my tear-bespangled cheek. Woe’s me! For I had dreamed it was the world.

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1899 · PDF PAGE 219

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…hat I Have dallied long In classic bowers and mystery Of classic song. Eros and Aphrodite now I can forget, Placing upon thy maiden brow Love’s coronet.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 88

The Argonauts

… the awful ecstasy! ORPHEUS. A higher spell controls a lower song. Listen, they sing! JASON. Joy! Joy! they sing, they sing! LEUCOSIA. O lover, I am lonely here! O lover, I am weeping! Each pearl of ocean is a tear Let fall while love was sleeping. A tear is made of fire and dew And saddened with a smile; The sun’s laugh in the curving blue Lasts but a little while.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 49

Orpheus

THE MOUNTAIN TORRENTS Falling fast or lingering love-wise, Gathered into mirror-lakes, Floating sprayed through heaven dovewise, Dreaming, dashing; sunlight shakes Into million-coloured petals All our limpid drops, and wraps Earth with green, as water settles On the rocks and in their gaps, Mossy rainbow-tinted maidens, flowers and fernshoots in their laps. ORPHEUS Low down in the hollows And vales of the earth, What eagle-sight follows Your length and green girth? Your light is Apollo’s, Diana’s your mirth! Come forth! I invoke ye, O rivers, I…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 130

The World’s Tragedy

…he house With his adze and awl and chisel ! Zakariah with gilded pizzle And this bull grown sleek and smooth To an ox suffice, in sooth, Love’s exalted task — and thus Kings are grown superfluous. Ai ! but now the monster splits me Struggling in his bloody cage. Is it in his sport or rage ? Answer that, thou doting sage ! For his cacodaemon shape Twisting round no longer fits me. This is like some hellish rape

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1913 · PDF PAGE 95

The Book of Lies

…T When NOTHING became conscious, it made a bad bargain. This consciousness acquired individuality: a worse bargain. The Hermit asked for love; worst bargain of all. And now he has let his girl go to America, to have ‘“‘success” in “‘life’’: blank loss. Is there no end to this immortal ache That haunts me, haunts me sleeping or awake? If I had Laylah, how could I forget Time, Age, and Death? Insufferable fret! Were I an hermit, how could I support The pain of consciousness, the curse of thought? Even were I THAT, there still were one sore spot— …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 118

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…th it is one good deed wrought, One kind word spoken, one immortal thought Born in thee, all is paid; the weary strife Grows victory. ‘‘ Love is all and Death is nought.” Such an one wrote that word! as I would meet, Lay my life’s burden at his silver feet, Have him give ear if I say ‘‘ Master.” Yea! I know no heaven, no honour, half so sweet ! Ife passed before me on the wheel of Time, He who knows no Time—the intense sublime Master of all philosophy and play, Lord of all love and music and sweet rhyme. Follow thou him! Work ever, if thy heart…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 42

Songs of the Spirit

THE PRIEST SPEAKS. (Boccacio. Day IV. Tale VIII.) LAY them together for the sake of Love Within a little plot of piteous earth, When life’s last flower is faded in the sun. Lay them together in the tender ground That summer showers may shed a trembling tear. And summer breezes whisper melodies Of pity. Lay them there, and when the sky Opens a lingering eyelash of deep cloud, And the sea sparkles out from under it To kiss the earth into awakening From the dream-slumbers that its fancies weave— Fancies of starlight on the lucent sea Gleaming from…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 106

Songs of the Spirit

… the chant is low, Perfume around is shed ; I am as one of Them who know The secrets of the dead : The sorrows that walk to and fro, The love that hides his head. O living Head ! whose thorns are keen To bruise and pierce and slay ; O Christ ! whose eyes have always been Fixed fast upon the way, Where dim Jerusalem was seen A city cold and grey ! The flowers of fire that grow beneath, And blossom on the Tree Are fed from his despair and death Who sings of land and sea, And all those mountains where thy breath, Jehovah, still must be. 96

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1903 · PDF PAGE 63

The Star and the Garter

XXVII Do you recall? Could I forget? How once the full moon shone above, Over the houses, and we let Loose rein upon the steeds of love? How kisses fled to kisses, rain Of fiery dew upon the soul Kindled, till ecstasy was pain ; Desire, delight: and swift control Leapt from the lightning, as the cloud Disparted, rended, from us twain, And we were one: the aerial shroud Closed on us, shall not lift again For aught we do: O glamour grown Inseparable and alone! And then we knew as now the tune Our lives were set to, and sang back Across the sky to…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 50

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…t of rapture she stowed me away in her fuck-sodden snatch-box, and rushed to her bedroom, there no doubt to initiate me into the joys of love, as known among these bawdy- minded buttered buns, and nowhere else, unless in your hearts, my dainty girls that read this book. Eh ? [48]

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1905 · PDF PAGE 68

Orpheus

Emotion fills our souls, And love delights us well, And joy of sense full rolls; But leads us, and controls Life’s central citadel. Whence we were drawn who knows? Of law or Gods or chance? But, as life’s river flows, What Sea shall clasp and close Beyond blind circumstance? Such little power we own Of vague experience, And instinct to enthrone The life’s mere needs alone, Nor answer “why” and “ whence. Nor wandering in the night Our minds may apprehend Reflecting in pure light Of soul, what sound or sight May lead us to some end. We hear the d…

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