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1903 · PDF PAGE 51

The Star and the Garter

She has a lithe white body, slim And limber, fairy-like, a snake Hissing some Babylonian hymn Tangled in the Assyrian brake. She stole upon me as I slept: Who wonders I am nympholept? Her face is round and hard and small And pretty—hence the name I gave her Of the boot-button girl. Appal These words? Ah, would your spirit save her? She’s right just as she is: so wise You look through hardly-opened eyes One would believe you could do better. Ma foi! And is your God your debtor? So, my true love, I paint you three Portraits of women that love me.

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1911 · PDF PAGE 112

The Vision and the Voice

… of the knowledge and conversation of his Holy Guardian Angel: First, let him preparea chamber, of which the walls and the roof shall be white, and the floor shall be covered with a carpet of black squares and white, and the border thereof shall be blue and gold. And if it be in a town, the room shall have no window, and if it be in the country, then it is better if the window be in the roof. Or, if it be possible, let this invocation be per- formed in a temple prepared for the ritual of passing through the Tuat. From the roof he shall hang a l…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 47

Songs of the Spirit

…. AMONG the lilies of the sacred stream There grew a violet, like a maiden’s dream, And when the wind passed over them, it stirred Their white soft petals with its quiet word. The sun looked on them and their leaves were glad ; Only the purple blossom there, that had No kindred by the stream, let fall a tear, Half wishing for the autumn of the year. But when the summer came, the violet guessed, By some slow dream that thrilled her gentle breast, That some sweet thing might come to her ; she thought Through the long days of how her dream was wro…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 20

The Soul of Osiris

8 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. Fretted with stars, thrice woven across. White limbs in amorous slumber toss, Like sleeping foam, whose silver gleams On motionless dark seas ; it seems As if some gentle spirit stirred Their lazy brows with some swift word. So, in the secret of the shrine, Night keeps them nestled, so the gloom Laps them in waves as smooth as wine, As glowing as the fiery womb Of some young tigress, dark as doom, And swift as sunrise. Love’s content Builds its own mystic monument, And carves above its vaulted tomb The Phœnix on her fiery …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 21

Konx Om Pax

… you must speak in the interior;world. Jesus CHRIST. siwmfwziqfirqi Wimmifiqu MAHAPARINIBBANA SUTTA. {in fig? with hifitb, nutty hittfitfl: be white hen uni alien én tum nizt tnat by is: hp Ban moth Ittflt unthaileu. DANIEL HEINZ. Dianae sumus in fide Puellae et pueri integri Dianam pueri integri Puellaeque canamus. CATULLUS. Yllllfihtét¥ ‘fiiilfila2¥ TAO TEH KING (HWAINAN’S V.L.) ’Aa'rtprg per 'p-pi xaAaw o'sitawav diL oivroupu-rrrow'i oarwov r130; o'nirora m0...“ palm-rot Aapmli you Em nacrav. SAPPHO. B

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1910 · PDF PAGE 36

Ambergris

… Soul unto soul may be calling When a swift meteor star Through the quick vista is falling. Loose but your soul—shall its wings find the white way so appalling ? Heaven, as I understand, Nearer than some folk would make it ! God—should you stretch out a hand, Who can be quicker to take it ? Then you have pacted an oath—judge you if He will forsake it ! I have had hope in the spring— Trust that the God who has given Flowers, and the thrushes that sing Dawnwards all night, and at even Year after year, will be true now we are speaking of heaven.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 109

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…our in your eyes , And I will leave the deep -sea ships Their meaner merchandise . Give me the red gold of your hair , The ivory of your white hands , And I will sign a truce and swear To pillage no man 's lands. Give me the tempests of your love , The love -dark lightning of your smile , And I will seek no treasure -trove Buried in South Sea isle. The high seas of your heart shall be A new , more splendid Spanish Main ; Thereon will I set sail : for me Not gold , but greater gain . 90

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1913 · PDF PAGE 130

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

… N. comes down to the corpse, and raises it with kisses upon the stigmata, wrapping it then in her blue vobe. She then clothes it in the white vobe (of a Probationer? Trans.). R. takes the sword of u. and... (2) his throat therewith. ‘. veturns to her throne and wi. rises and puts on his ved robe. THE AWAKENING OF THE DIVINE FORCE [The remaining sheets of MSS. are missing or indecipherable. go 1 MS. not to be found.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 130

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

… N. comes down to the corpse, and raises it with kisses upon the stigmata, wrapping it then in her blue vobe. She then clothes it in the white vobe (of a Probationer? Trans.). R. takes the sword of u. and... (2) his throat therewith. ‘. veturns to her throne and wi. rises and puts on his ved robe. THE AWAKENING OF THE DIVINE FORCE [The remaining sheets of MSS. are missing or indecipherable. go 1 MS. not to be found.

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1909 · PDF PAGE 322

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…returned to the outside of the temple and re-entered it by the Western door. Finding a gold crown upon my head, I held it up, and in the white vapour it glowed like a white light. Then an angel approached me and pressed it on to my brow, and as this was done, a feeling possessed me as if a cold shower of gold was falling through me. Then of a sudden was I carried upwards, and found myself in a second temple. Here I was conducted to the South, where stood a glittering shrine, and the light which flashed from it pierced me through and through. Bl…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 322

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…returned to the outside of the temple and re-entered it by the Western door. Finding a gold crown upon my head, I held it up, and in the white vapour it glowed like a white light. Then an angel approached me and pressed it on to my brow, and as this was done, a feeling possessed me as if a cold shower of gold was falling through me. Then of a sudden was I carried upwards, and found myself in a second temple. Here I was conducted to the South, where stood a glittering shrine, and the light which flashed from it pierced me through and through. Bl…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 81

Moonchild

…ich goes in certain circles by the name of a Nantucket Cocktail. This individual was of some sixty years of age; his hair and beard were white; his dress was that of a professional man, and he endeavoured to give dignity to his appearance by the assumption of a certain paternal or even patriarchal manner. But his eye was pale and cold as a murderer's, shifty and furtive as a thief's. His hands trembled continually [117] with a kind of palsy; and the white knuckles told a tale of gout. Self-indulgence had bloated his body; unhealthy fat was ever…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 46

Clouds Without Water

…ess, Put up my mouth to your immortal kiss, Confess you for my lady and murderess — In mine own life-blood I exult to float Even as your white fangs fasten in my throat.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 445

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ing disk Of the tall sun; they battle through Those weary days; the wind is brisk; The stars are clear; the moon is high. Now, even as a white basilisk That slayeth all men with his eye, Stands up before them tapering The cone of speechless sanctity. Up, up its slopes the pilgrims swing, Chanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ Behold the secret of my quest In this far-famed stability| 69

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1910 · PDF PAGE 445

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…ing disk Of the tall sun; they battle through Those weary days; the wind is brisk; The stars are clear; the moon is high. Now, even as a white basilisk That slayeth all men with his eye, Stands up before them tapering The cone of speechless sanctity. Up, up its slopes the pilgrims swing, Chanting their pagan gramarye Unto the dread volcano-king. “ Now, then, by Goddes reed!” quod he, “ Behold the secret of my quest In this far-famed stability| 69

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1910 · PDF PAGE 122

The World’s Tragedy

THE WHITE WIND. 69 THE CENTURION The brazenest whore in Syria, I dare swear ! PUBLIUS Look at the blood ! A very Hymen flare ! THE CENTURION New meat to-night. She hath acquired the taste. Come, friends, enjoy her. Have we time to waste ? I heard the cock crow. He embraces her rudely. PUBLIUS Let it crow for her ! One by one they defile her. MIRIAM Scarce forty ! Yet the dawn begins to stir : The Wolf’s tail blots my star. At last I strain Some strength that strains my body back again. THE CENTURION Enough, lads ! If she breed not, at my peril …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 39

Household Gods

…amble! [They burst through upon ADELA. ‘Crassus. Now, you beast, I've got you! The curse of God, and plague of Naples, rot you! For this white brute—one slit! [2e cuts the throat of Tu SWAN mith his dagger. ADELA, Oh love betrayed! O my dead beauty! Faugh! deceitful maid. Not Crassus found me out. Had I the wings Of my dead love—oh lovel_— Aticta. Why, wondrous thingst ADELA. ‘These nails shall serve. A servant! Crassus. She shall be My wife, damned witch, when I have done with thee! [THe SWAN dies. 42

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1912 · PDF PAGE 38

Sir Palamedes

… field and flood, Aye guided by that wizard’s head, That like a windy moon did scud Before him, winking eyes of red And snapping jaws of white: but then What cared for living or for dead Sir Palamede the Saracen ?

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1909 · PDF PAGE 312

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…he stars and many myriads of burning specks of fire, till at length our journey led us to a vast blue sea, upon which was resting like a white swan a ship of silver. And without staying our flight, we made towards the ship, and descending upon it, rested awhile. “On awaking, we found that we had arrived at a fair island, upon which stood a vast temple built of blocks of silver, square in form, and surrounded by a mighty colonnade. Out- side it was there set up an altar upon which a branch had been sacrificed. “On seeing the altar, I stepped tow…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 312

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…he stars and many myriads of burning specks of fire, till at length our journey led us to a vast blue sea, upon which was resting like a white swan a ship of silver. And without staying our flight, we made towards the ship, and descending upon it, rested awhile. “On awaking, we found that we had arrived at a fair island, upon which stood a vast temple built of blocks of silver, square in form, and surrounded by a mighty colonnade. Out- side it was there set up an altar upon which a branch had been sacrificed. “On seeing the altar, I stepped tow…

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