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1910 · PDF PAGE 441

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

XXIV “ One thing at least ” (quoth Palamede), “Beyond dispute my soul can see: This Questing Beast that mocks my need Dwelleth in deep obscurity.” So delveth he a darksome hole Within the bowels of Etna dense, Closing the harbour of his soul To all the pirate-ships of sense. And now the questing of the Beast Rolls in his very self, and high Leaps his whole heart in fiery feast On the expected ecstasy. But echoing from the central roar Reverberates many a mournful moan, And shapes more mystic than before Baffle its formless monotone! Ah! mocks h…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 74

The World’s Tragedy

…st born ? — I’ll never have another, I’m Yaugh Waugh, Yaugh Waugh. Bow to Me, you lumpy lambkin ! Haw ! Haw ! Haw ! Now at last a wooden thing That will do my business for me. Uck ! Uck ! The morning’s carrion Bubbles in my paunch. I am belching dreadfully. What ? Uck ? Uck ? How strange ! For the windy vomit of me Shapes itself into a sorry And bedraggled pigeon. Birdie, have you got religion ? Yes, he bows most properly. Come then, let us take our counsel How to stop this sad behaviour, This gross impropriety, Irreligion — Uck ! it’s awful. S…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 104

Book 4 (Part II)

92 and he was still the same. I realized I was alone; and thinking he was dead or gone — or some other terrible thing —I lost consciousness). (This discourse has been thus left unfinished; but it is only necessary to add that the capacity to extract such spiritual honey from these un- promising flowers is the mark of an adept who has perfected his Magick Cup. This method of Qabalistic exegesis is one of the best ways of exalting the reason to the higher consciousness. Evidently it "started" Fra. P. so that in a moment he became completely conce…

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1954 · PDF PAGE 66

Magick Without Tears

…rdedly utters a chosen word. He may serve the same purpose by resolving that every incident of his life shall remind him of a particular thing, making every impression the starting point of a connected series of thoughts ending in that thing. He might also devote his whole energies to some one particular object, by resolving to do nothing at variance therewith, and to make every act turn to the advantage of that object.) 18. He may attract to himself any force of the Universe by making himself a fit receptacle for it, establishing a connection …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 90

Orpheus

…h—shall he heed me or hear? shall he list to the lyre and arise ? O thou who art seated, Invisible king, The never-defeated, The shadowy thing! gI

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1910 · PDF PAGE 408

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

32 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT And thereto at the end is Hell. Believe! And why believe? Because It is a thing impossible.” Sir Palamede his pulses pause. “It is not possible” (quod he) “That Palamede is wroth, and draws His sword, decapitating thee. By parity of argument This deed of blood must surely be.” With that he suddenly besprent All Scythia with the sage’s blood, And laughing in his woe he went Unto a further field and flood, Aye guided by that wizard’s head, That like a windy moon did scud Before him, winking eyes of red And sna…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 408

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

32 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT And thereto at the end is Hell. Believe! And why believe? Because It is a thing impossible.” Sir Palamede his pulses pause. “It is not possible” (quod he) “That Palamede is wroth, and draws His sword, decapitating thee. By parity of argument This deed of blood must surely be.” With that he suddenly besprent All Scythia with the sage’s blood, And laughing in his woe he went Unto a further field and flood, Aye guided by that wizard’s head, That like a windy moon did scud Before him, winking eyes of red And sna…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 179

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…and shame . With a word he left her there ; “ Woman that you are , Mystery attracts us men Draws us from afar. Sea -nymph as you were, a thing Intangible , unknown , Like the light the sunbeams fling , Where the spray is blown . Sea -nymph have you ceased to be, Forfeited the whole Of that moonlight poetry Cherished by man 's soul . Still we seek the dim ideal As the moth the star , How for women can we feel That our seekings bar ? " Where the water meets the sands , All alone sat she , With her head between her hands , Facing from the sea . 16…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 132

Tannhäuser

…That is true marriage, in my estimate. Aspire together to one Deity .-' Yes ! But to love thee otherwise than that ? Elizabeth. This one thing clearly do I understand : We shall not marry. It is well, my lord. Tannhauser. Miserable, miserable me ! I bring Hate and disruption and unhappiness Unto all purity I chance to touch. I have no hope but I am fallen now ; So journey, in this purpose of despair, To Lilith and the Venusberg.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 18

Gargoyles

…heaven to wrangle for, be mute! Let empty speculation stir The idle fool, the craven cur! XIII. Myself being idle for an hour I dare one thing to speculate: Namely, that life hath cusps yet higher On this our curve: a prize, a power Lies in our grasp: unthinking Fate Shall build a brain to nestle nigher 10

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1912 · PDF PAGE 96

Sir Palamedes

…tic echo of my dreams, The proper thesis of my themes! Iknow him? Still he answers: No! I know him not? Maybe—and lo! He is the one sole thing I know! Nay! who knows not is different From him that knows. Then be content ; Thou canst not alter the event!

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1901 · PDF PAGE 118

The Mother’s Tragedy

( 104) NEPHTHYS ‘‘ There is no light, nor wisdom, nor knowledge in the grave, whither thou goest.”—-SOLOMON. FOOLISH and a cruel thing is said By the Most High that mocks man’s empty breast, As if the grave were mere eternal rest, Or merest resurrection of the dead. All petty wishes: at the fountain-head, A dead girl’s whisper—I have stooped and pressed My ear unto her heart—her soul confessed That none of life her joy relinquishéd. ““T died the moment when you tore away The bleeding veil of my virginity. The pain was sudden—and the joy was lon…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 226

The Winged Beetle

…he Accurst : “ In her, since all’s divine control, There cannot be or last or first. “ Since all transports me, how shall I Aught of one thing affirm aright ? She dazzles like the morning sky And soothes my spirit like the night. “ Too exquisite the music is That all her lovely shape affords For impotent analysis To mark how every bar accords.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 67

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…the entanglement of language, of words and of names. The merest tyro will answer, “of course you need not explain to me that, ifI call a thing ‘A’ or ‘B,’ it makes no difference to that thing in itself.” And yet not only the tyro, but many of the astutest philosophers have fallen into this snare, and not only once but an hundred times; the reason being that they have not remained silent* about that which can only be “known” and not “believed in,” and that which can never be named without begetting a duality (an untruth), and conse- quently a wh…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 67

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…the entanglement of language, of words and of names. The merest tyro will answer, “of course you need not explain to me that, ifI call a thing ‘A’ or ‘B,’ it makes no difference to that thing in itself.” And yet not only the tyro, but many of the astutest philosophers have fallen into this snare, and not only once but an hundred times; the reason being that they have not remained silent* about that which can only be “known” and not “believed in,” and that which can never be named without begetting a duality (an untruth), and conse- quently a wh…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 91

Alice: An Adultery

…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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1906 · PDF PAGE 65

Gargoyles

Of all the universe unalterable. We know too well How no one thing abides awhile at all, How all things fall, Fall from their seat, the lamentable place, Before their face, Weary and pass and are no more. So we, Since hope must be, Look to the future, to the chance minute That life may shoot Some flower at least to blossom in the night, Since vital light Is sure to fail us on the hideous way. What? Must we pray? Verily, O thou littlest babe, too weak To stir or speak, Capable hardly of a thought, yet seed Of word and.deed ! To thine assured fru…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 75

The Winged Beetle

…ey are one flesh ? ” For here I sit and laugh and smoke And play with youth and pleasure ; Life is a dream, and death a joke, And love a thing of leisure— The dance is done, the spell is broke, And marred the merry measure ! Yea ; my small kiss is somehow worth The love of all the boys on earth ! The shy sweet smiles, the tender eyes And bodies slim that woo me ;

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1910 · PDF PAGE 235

The Winged Beetle

… at ease, I climbed the promontory Whence one may contemplate the town out-spread : Hospital, brothel, jail, hell, purgatory, Where each thing monstrous rears its prospered head ! Well know’st Thou, Satan (ease this woe of mine !) I went not thither futile tears to shed ; But, an old lecher with’s old concubine, To madden sense on the enormous bitch Whose hellish charm pours youth from me like wine ! Whether thou sleep in morning’s sheets (dear witch !) Heavy, obscure, and chill ; or preen thee, vain, In evening’s veils, with gold embroidery ri…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 100

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…e, I needn’t tell you to keep it as dark as a wolf’s mouth,” continued Feccles. “If this got out, every financier in Paris would buy the thing over our heads. I wouldn’t have mentioned it to you at all except for two things. I know you're on the square —that goes without saying; but the real point is this, that I told you I rather believe in the Occult.” “Oh, yes,” cried Lou, “then, of course, you know King Lamus.”’ } Feccles started as if he had received a blow in the face. For a moment he was completely out of counten- ance. It seemed as if h…

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