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1919 · PDF PAGE 122

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

THE EQUINOX est endeavours: for so flowered are the meadows of this Eden, and so sweet the fruit of its orchards, that you will love to linger among them, and to take delight in sloth and dalliance therein. Therefore I write to you with energy that you should not do thus to the hindrance of your true prog- ress, because all these enjoyments are dependent upon dual- ity, so that their true name is Sorrow of Illusion, like that of the normal life of man, which you have set out to transcend. Be it according to your Will, but learn this, that (as i…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 120

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…i.” That wouldn’t mean much, no doubt, to any one who spoke Italian. To me, it was a master-key of magic. I connected it somehow with my love for Lou. Everything was a symbol of my love for Lou except when that idiotic nuisance, knowledge, declared the contrary. We were whirling in this tremendous trance all the morning. There kept on coming into my mind the title of a picture I had once seen by some crazy modern painter: ‘‘ Four red monks carrying a black goat across the snow to Nowhere.” It was obviously an excuse for a scheme of colour ; but…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 169

Magick Without Tears

…ng! Then canst thou bear more joy. Be not animal; refine thy rapture! If thou drink, drink by the eight and ninety rules of art; if thou love, exceed by delicacy; and if thou do aught joyous, let there be subtlety therein! But exceed! exceed! Strive ever to more! and if thou art truly mine-and doubt it not, an if thou art ever joyous-death is the crown of all. Here, in a few simple phrases, is a complete guide-in skeleton-to the Art of Love. Genius without technique is often clumsy and unintelligible; but technique without genius is dry bones. …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 60

Jephthah

…ther. Let us go to him, Maidens, with song and gladness of full hearts. SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS I. The conqueror rides at last To home, to love; The victory is past, The white-wing dove Sails through the crystal air of eve with a pzan deep and vast. Jephthah! SEMICHORUS OF MAIDENS II. Forth, maidens, with your hands White with new lilies ! Forth, maidens, in bright bands, Virgins whose one sweet will is To sing the victory of our God in all sky-girdled lands! Elohim! SEMICHORUS I. With dancing feet, and noise Of timbrels smitten, With tears and t…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 19

Tale of Archais

THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 11 The maiden’s face was lucent ; like a rose Amid the nebulous cluster of pale gold That twined in marvellous love-locks manifold Around her brow ; Men’s lusts and women’s woes Had not drawn nigh to dim those luminous eyes Full of strange longings, dreams not under- stood, Nor drawn around them th’ amethystine hood That life’s dark pencil drawn, and in no wise Was the soft bloom departed from the cheek, Clear, more of rose than of ivory. Nor had Shame And Lust made rich and full and ripe and red The dainty child-lips, nor m…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 123

The Soul of Osiris

…n of Sorrows : O, beyond belief ! Let God's own Peace be with thee : let thy days Prosper in spite of thine unselfish soul ; And as thou lovest, so let Love increase Upon thee and about thee : till thy ways Gleam with the splendour of that secret goal Whose long war grows the great abiding peace. O

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1901 · PDF PAGE 137

The Soul of Osiris

… Night, Give me the Sun of Life and Light ! The shadows of my hopes devoured, The crown of my intent cast down, The hate that shone, the love that lowered, Make up God’s universal frown. O Lord, O Hormakhou, display The rosy earnest of the day ! The mighty pomp of desolate Dead kings, a pageant, moves along ; Dead queens unite in desperate, Unsatisfied, unholy song. O Khephra, manifest in flesh, Arise, create the world afresh ! The silence of my heart is one With memory’s insatiate night ; T

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1903 · PDF PAGE 91

Alice: An Adultery

…pasmic kiss too salt and keen, Windless, that ended with a sterile sting The earlier hour whose heart was full of spring ; And the large love grew piteously lean ; Dreadful, like death ; withdrawn and epicene At the mad crisis of the eventful thing. O that such tender fondness like a flower’s Should take such nameless infamy ! That we Should pluck such bitter bloom, rooted in fear, Salt with the scurf of some diseaséd sea, Foul with the curse of God : that we are here, Hating the night’s inexorable hours. 71

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1905 · PDF PAGE 27

Oracles

…s suck the lips Of the house of my dream, And press daintily deep, Till the joys are supreme That thine amorous mouth On the home of thy love Would exhaust the fierce drouth Of the rivers thereof, Till thy white body quiver With mystic emotion As the star-blossoms shiver On silvery river Rushed into the ocean ! O Lesbian maiden !

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1905 · PDF PAGE 34

Oracles

…Angel has not come again. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) Why did God deal her out such pain ? (O Holy Spirit, pity her !) Her love-hours held the Holy Ghost. (Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh !) Where is he now she needs him most ? (O Holy Spirit, pity her !) 29

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1905 · PDF PAGE 43

Orpheus

…kisses of clay! Come forth! I invoke thee,O dew! The maiden must hear and obey. THE DEW Life trembling on leaves, Sunrise shed in tears, Love’s arrow that cleaves The veil of the years, Light gathered in sheaves Of tenderest fears As dayspring enweaves My soul into spheres— I hear, and I nestle upon thee, O lyrist supreme, Light loves in a dream. 44

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1906 · PDF PAGE 92

Gargoyles

She hath love by rime and rote, She is subtle and quick to man! She danceth? Say she doth float! Rapture is gold in her eyes! She sigheth honey-sweet sighs Of the glory of Japan! Red are her lips and large, The delicate courtesan !” Then the officer’s voice Caught in his throat for joy. Like birds in spring that rejoice, Clearly and softly the boy Whispered : ‘‘ Now, let us charge!” Then leaping sheer o’er trench and mound, They rise as a single man; They bound like antelopes over the ground For the glory of Japan. With glittering steel they wh…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 98

Gargoyles

Spews out its hideous lust. O loathéd life! Thou nameless horror of the bestial strife Of love and hate, I straitly charge thee quit This bed of nastiness, this putrid sea; For not by any amorous tricks of wit Shalt thou regain thine empire over me. O virgin, O my sister! Hear me, death! Thou hast a sleep compelling soul and mind. Thine is the sweet insufferable breath That comes like Bessarabia’s twilight wind To bring a quiet coolth from day’s long heat, Peace to the belly gorged with blood and meat}; Stars for the sun that smote, for fire sl…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 152

The Winged Beetle

…RIP, dear ! Naked-pure you lie— Surely we are done with dreams ! Open to the world’s wide eye ! Let them know, sweet, how it seems (To a love like ours) to die ! So, dear ! Virginal you were When I touched your life with song ; Virgin now to death lie there ! You shall not await him long. (Fold your body in your hair !) Satan, hail ! our consecration ! Lilies, lilies : let them swathe you, Robes baptismal of damnation ! Tuberose and iris bathe you In the sea, annihilation ! All white flowers I build, a fane Fit to shroud the sacrifice. I will k…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 235

The Winged Beetle

…heets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen thee, vain, In evening’s veils, with gold embroidery rich, Infamous Capital, I love thee ! Drain Whose thieves and whores give me to ease life’s itch Pleasures inscrutable to the profane !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 158

The World’s Tragedy

…e it down, an nothing less atone. And add — of all the itches that breed bile No itch beats the papyrus and the style. JOHN Hast thou no love for me, Lord ?

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1912 · PDF PAGE 24

Household Gods

Auris. Why, did I say I loved you? I say no. Crassus. Why do you make love? Aurcta. To beguile the hour; To crown my rose-wreath with a greener flower; To do my master's bidding, that’s to give Life to yourself, who only think you live. But listen! Have you seen the nine waves roll Monotonous upon the shoal, Rising and falling like a maiden asleep; ‘Then with a lift and a leap The ninth wave curls, and breaks upon the beach, And rushes up it, swallowing the sand? Lam that ocean. . . . Now, you understand? Crassus. Alicial O! this is unbearable.…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 24

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… . And when the sun is no more , my body shall be blown to the four corners of the earth . But I shall be free to mingle with her whom I love . I shall be one for ever with the uttermost parts of the dim constellations .

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1944 · PDF PAGE 161

The Book of Thoth

… and the issue is compensated by the feeling that the right (however unfortu‐ nate) course has been adopted. Such people acquire intense love and devotion from the most unexpected quarters.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 113

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…craft the uxorious land? Christ, who lived, died, and lived, that man might be Tameless and tranquil as the summer sea, That laughs with love of the broad skies of noon, And dreams of lazy kissings of the moon, But listens for the summons of the wind, Shakes its white mane, and hurls its fury blind Against oppression, gathers its steep side, Rears as a springing tiger, flings its tide Tremendous on the barriers, smites the sand, And gluts its hunger on the breaking land ; Engulphing waters fall and overwhelm :— Christ, who stood dauntless at th…

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