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1901 · PDF PAGE 8

Carmen Saeculare

My work, my Father’s work for men, the rising sun ? Who calls me coward ? Let them wait awhile ! Shall I Bow down a loyal head to fate : despair and die ? I hear the sea roll strong and pure that bore me far From Meallfavournie’s scalp, gray moor and lonely scaur ; I hear the waves together mutter in counsel deep ; I hear the thunder the winds utter in broken sleep ; I hear the voices of four rivers crying aloud ; Four Angels trumpet, and earth shivers : the heavens shroud Their faces in blank terror for the sound of them : The mountains are di…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 26

Ambergris

…stretches out no arm at all : Toadstools have wrecked fair cities in a night : One poet’s song may bid a kingdom fall. Add to thy fellow-men one ounce of aid— The block begins to shift, the start is made : The rest is thine ; with overwhelming might The balance changes, and the task is paid. Join’st thou thy feeble hands in foolish prayer To him thy brain hath moulded and set there In thy brain’s heaven ? Such a god replies As thy fears move. So men pray everywhere What God there be, is real. By His might Begot the universe within the night ; I…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 449

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

… way incommoded by the biting frosts, the northern blasts? 86. Self-doomed to live through future Kalpas, un- thanked and unperceived by men; wedged as a stone with countless other stones which form the “Guardian Wall,” such is thy future if the seventh Gate thou passest. Built by the hands of many Masters of Compassion, raised by their tortures, by their blood cemented, it shields mankind, since man is man, protecting it from further and far greater misery and sorrow. Comment has already been made upon this verse. 87. Withal man sees it not, w…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 48

Sir Palamedes

…night: creation joins in mirth. Ashamed and scorned on every side, There gallops, hateful to the earth, The laughing-stock of beasts and men, Sir Palamede the Saracen.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 58

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… made, Worlds crept into being Young and afraid . Slowly , by beauty , His creatures grew wise, Slow dawned its wonder On opening eyes . Men watched adoring His waters roll , Deep flowed His colours Through sense and soul . Moan of creation Rapture that stirs — Blindly they learned it, Years upon years . Till clearly one spirit Cried on His Name From all her lovely And earthly frame .

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1941 · PDF PAGE 9

Thumbs Up! A Pentagram – A Pantacle to Win the War

TOAST (Battle of the River Plate). Sinking merchant-men is fun; Chivalry is senseless, Prove your honour as a Hun, Murder the defenceless! Chorus— Horse and bridle, whip and spur! Give the Hun the Willies! Gentlemen! Exeter, Ajax and Achilles! Noble Nordic deeds we've done, (Baby-killing German!) Bomb them every mother's son, Jewish-English vermin! (Chorus) Cruiser sighted—time to run! Well! there’s one way surer; Scuttle quick and say we won, Trusting to the Fuhrer! (Chorus)

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1904 · PDF PAGE 32

The Goetia

Divine, and of the Creation of the World. He bringeth forth good Familiars, and under his Government there be 22 Legions of Spirits, partly of the Order of Virtues and partly of the Order of Thrones. His Mark, Seal, or Character is this, unto the which he oweth obedience, and which thou shalt wear in time of action, etc. (21.) Marax.—The Twenty-first Spirit is Marax.' He is a Great Earl and President. He appeareth like a great Bull with a Man’s face. His office is to make Men very knowing in Astronomy, and all other Liberal Sciences; also he ca…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 66

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…EQUINOX We labour earnestly, dear brother, that you may never be led away to perish upon this point; for thereon have many holy and just men been wrecked. By this have all the visible systems lost the essence of wisdom. We have sought to reveal the Arcanum; we have only profaned it. 25. Now when P. had thus with bitter toil prepared all things under the guidance of D.D.S. (even as the hand writes, while the conscious brain, though ignorant of the detailed movements, applauds or disapproves the finished work) there was a certain time of repose, …

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1916 · PDF PAGE 1

A Prophet In His Own Country

… make most of their mistakes because the knowledge of detail which is constantly thrust upon them is so great that it binds them to fundamental considerations. The emergencies of the moment lure them into bypaths in which they become lost. Those ancient governors who, despairing of their own judgment, consulted the oracles, were truly wise. England never made so serious a mistake as when she failed to utilize the brain of Carlyle. The tendency of all men who are immersed in affairs, whether public or private, is to become concentrated upon tact…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 174

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

… CLARK, a neighbour (of?.שחש45 years) A POLICE SERGEANT and TW'O CONSTABLES COSTUMES : Twenty ymn- ago—the ptrum hing just?!ןמשש working men τ΄“ lucid! condition PROPERTIES REQUIRED Old-fashioncdsafe far/acie?}לשממ Bag: 0 “ treasure,” ui:/m d'un, etc.,for?;(:/פana :₪;/:: Shutter: and ban—far window: Clama, eis., and drinks (in Etc/chard) Lantern, practicable dar/e ὕψι”! Calendar: and other mitaþ/z dcwmtiw:

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1912 · PDF PAGE 174

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

… CLARK, a neighbour (of?.שחש45 years) A POLICE SERGEANT and TW'O CONSTABLES COSTUMES : Twenty ymn- ago—the ptrum hing just?!ןמשש working men τ΄“ lucid! condition PROPERTIES REQUIRED Old-fashioncdsafe far/acie?}לשממ Bag: 0 “ treasure,” ui:/m d'un, etc.,for?;(:/פana :₪;/:: Shutter: and ban—far window: Clama, eis., and drinks (in Etc/chard) Lantern, practicable dar/e ὕψι”! Calendar: and other mitaþ/z dcwmtiw:

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1928 · PDF PAGE 25

Little Poems in Prose

…yes towards the pedestal, lifts tear-filled eyes towards the immortal goddess. And his eyes say: I am the least and the most solitary of men; deprived of love and friendship, and in that respect how far below the least of brutes! Yet I am made, I too, to understand and to feel beauty immortal. Ah, Goddess, have pity of my sadness, of my madness! But the implacable Venus looks afar off upon I know not what, with marble eyes.

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1941 · PDF PAGE 12

Thumbs Up! A Pentagram – A Pantacle to Win the War

… and gods, Fear’s strangled emerods, Thought’s spider snares; Dead are the craven creeds; Truth demands noble deeds, All free man dares. Men, be your own recourse! Waste not your fire and force In fatuous prayers! Better, come cannily Down on the enemy, Set them to theirs Free from the bogle faith, False fear and wastrel wraith, From shame and guilt, Rise, in thine own self-awe, Live to the living law: Do what thou wilt!

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1941 · PDF PAGE 5

Thumbs Up! Five Poems by the Author of The V Sign

TOAST (Battle of the River Plate). Sinking merchant-men is fun; Chivalry is senseless, Prove your honour as a Hun, Murder the defenceless! Chorus— Horse and bridle, whip and spur! Give the Hun the Willies! Gentlemen! Exeter, Ajax and Achilles! Noble Nordic deeds we've done, (Baby-killing German!) Bomb them every mother's son, Jewish-English vermin! (Chorus) Cruiser sighted—time to run! Well! there’s one way surer; Scuttle quick and say we won, Trusting to the Fuhrer! (Chorus)

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1905 · PDF PAGE 77

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… that followed him : Who plucks my spear out shall be chief of all That ply the short spear: and who breaks the gate Shall lead) my horsemen into Mizpeh: then, Rushing, their spearmen battered in the gate and overpowered the youths and agéd men, That put up trembling spears, and drew slack bows, And flung weak stones that struck for laughter’s sake. So now the city is the spoil of them, And all our women-folk are slain or violate, And all our young men murderously slain, And children spitted on their coward spears. CHORUS. How heavy is Thy hand…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 215

Moonchild

…e. It will be a fluke if Paris is saved. As you know, it always takes England three years to put her boots on. If we had listened to the men who knew — like 'Bobs' — and fixed up an army of three millions, there could have been no war — at least, not in this particular tangle of alliances. There would have been a Social Revolution, more likely, an ignoble business of greed against greed, which would have left men viler and more enslaved than ever. As it is, the masses on both sides think they are fighting for ideals; only the governments know w…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 91

Konx Om Pax

…t that once a man lay dead in his room for seven weeks, all undisturbed? Thus far the Socialist. To him enter a Man. Sayeth, the fate of men is naught; we measure mountain ranges by their peaks, not by their plains. And forthwith the Man must seek in Holbein House for some crown of the age, some Venus floating new-born in that Dead Sea, some God new-lit upon that Limbo. As also it is written. We follow him to its smallest garret, deserted by the rats, since they found nor room nor victual, but tenanted by men. Arthur Gray was a poet who had aban…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 57

Why Jesus Wept

…UTHERS. Let go my bridle, girl, I save a life. MOLLY. You hunt Sir Percy Percivale ! CARRUTHERS. To save him. MOLLY. God save all honest men from knaves like you ! Stay, though, you are his friend ? CARRUTHERS. His guardian. MOLLY. And I his promised wife. CARRUTHERS. Mad girl, be off ! MOLLY. Ay, strike me, coward !

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1941 · PDF PAGE 8

Thumbs Up! Five Poems by the Author of The V Sign

… and gods, Fear’s strangled emerods, Thought’s spider snares; Dead are the craven creeds; Truth demands noble deeds, All free man dares. Men, be your own recourse! Waste not your fire and force In fatuous prayers! Better, come cannily Down on the enemy, Set them to theirs Free from the bogle faith, False fear and wastrel wraith, From shame and guilt, Rise, in thine own self-awe, Live to the living law: Do what thou wilt!

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1907 · PDF PAGE 22

Rosa Coeli

…ur on him from above Wine from the purple vats of death ? Nay ! ’tis no wonder—shall they wonder then, These bat-eyed newspaper-besotted men, If thou and I have found the Elixir rare That giveth Life to those whoso drinketh it, The Stone beyond compare, The harmony of the Circle and the Square, All that surpasseth mortal wit Even to imagine ? we have found it, Rose, Rose of the Stars, Rose of the utmost snows ! Where ? Where Love knows. 17

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