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1906 · PDF PAGE 18

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…er our wrath, to flee away, to dive Into the deep recesses of his heaven. But we, one joy, one love, one shame for leaven, Quit hope and life, quit fear and death and love, Implacable as God, desired above All loves of hell or heaven, supremely wed, Knit in one soul in one delicious bed More hot than hell, more wicked than all things, Vast in our sin, whose unredeeming wings Rise o’er the world, and flap for lust of death, Eager as any one that travaileth ; So in our lust, the monstrous burden borne Heavy within the womb, we wait the morn Of it…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 100

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…od from the enchanted glade, My berries from the rustling bough :— Return, and eat, and sleep. Allow For me, the silence and the night 3 Life, peace ; and death, a welcome wight. SAID. THE spears of the night at her onset Are lords of the day for a while, The magical green of the sunset, The magical blue of the Nile. Afloat are the gales In our slumberous sails On the beautiful breast of the Nile. We have swooned through the midday, ex- hausted By the lips—they are whips—of the sun, The horizon befogged and befrosted By the haze and the greys a…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 222

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… and laugh—and die. Her breath I take The Celtic race! “CARMEN SAECULARE.,” ‘*T prophesy, with feet upon a grave, Of death cast out, and life devouring death. Of freedom, though all manhood were one slave ; Of truth, though all the world were har; of love, That time nor hate can raze the witness of.” SWINBURNE, Zs esizas. NINE voices that raise high the eternal hymn! Nine faces that ring round the rainbow sky.! Hear me! The century’s lamp is growing dim ; Saturnian gloom descends and it must die. Fili, fill my spirit to the utter brim With fire…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 117

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…eth Fate. Man answers: Love is stronger, work more sure, Glory more fadeless than her shafts abate. Though all worlds fail, the pulse of Life be still, God fall, all darken, she hath not her will Of deeds beyond recall, that shall endure: For us, these three divinest glasses fill, Fill to the brim with lustrous dew, nor fail To leave the blossom and the nightingale, Love’s earlier kiss, and manhood’s glowing prime, These us suffice. Shall man or Fate prevail? Lo, we are blind, and dubious fingers grope In Despair’s dungeon for the key of Hope ;…

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1939 · PDF PAGE 42

Eight Lectures on Yoga

This is, of course, merely concentration in daily life, and it is the habit of such concentration that prepares one for the much severer task of the deeper concentration of the Yoga practices. For those who are undertaking a preliminary course there is nothing better, while they are still living more or less ordinary lives, than the practices recommended in The Equinox. There should be—there must be—a definite routine of acts calculated to remind the student of the Great Work. 9. The classic of the subject is Liber Astarte vel Berylli, the Book…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 62

Collected Works (Vol. I)

EPILOGUE Before the throne of God. Even so this life OF sordid strife Is nade most holy, beautiful, and pure, By this desire, if this desire endure. So to the altar of the Highest aspire Those souls whose fire as on it cast one grain of pure incense, (Who guesses—whence ?) Those souls that cast their trammels off, and spring On eager wing, Immaculate, new-born, toward the sky, And shall not die Until they cleave at last the lampless dome, And lose their tent because they find their home. KPILOGUE. LiKE snows on the mountain, uplifted By weather…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 163

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…n the universe Makes multiple each part. Sweet Madeline, Believe me, She will come to maiden dreams, Bestow Her peace, and so direct the life That is not unto God unconsecrate For being dedicated unto love ! [#xzt MADELINE. Cora remains thinking. I was no bolder twenty years ago ! Time, Time, thou maker and destroyer both, Only in resurrection hast no part ! [ Broods, SPIRIT OF TRAGEDY (wth light enjoyment). How light and how agreeable, Paved pathway to the gate of hell! See how all virtues, graces, shine, Till woman half appears divine ! But I…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 46

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…et us renew the vows of love! appease These amorous longings with grave ecstasies, The holy act of uttermost communion, The sacrament of life! Awake, awake ! There is a secret in our subtle union That masters the grey snake. Ay! let him lurk! The Tree of Knowledge we Have fed our fill of; this is Eden still. Awake, O Love ! and let me drink my fill Of thee—and thou of me! [ANGELA wakes, chaos, from the husks of ANGELA. Ah, Percy, bend you over me! Bend deep! Kiss my own eyelids out of tender sleep Into exasperate love! Bend close] Fill me, thy …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 90

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…t upon the windy way Twin fawns, the daughters of the rosy day. Behold, the arms of her desire Wave, weave, and wander in the air, Vines life-endued by subtle fire So quick and comely, curving bare. The white diaphanous attire Floats like a spirit pale and fair. The dance is woven of the breeze ; the tune Is like the ocean silvered by the moon. Behold the maidens following ! O every one is like a flower, Or like an ewe lamb of the king That comes from water at the hour Of even. See, the dancers swing Their censers ; see, their tresses shower De…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 130

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ing. Would God that I had stayed, and smote My favourite captain through the heart, Caught my young daughter by the throat, And torn her life and limbs apart, Stabbed my queen dead : remorse for these Might ape, not match, these miseries. For, hard behind the palace gate, I spied a vineyard fair and fine, Hanging with purple joy, and weight Of golden rapture of the vine: And there I bade my charioteer Stay, and bid Naboth to appear. The beast! <A gray, deceitful man, With twisted mouth the beard would hide, Evil yet strong: the scurril clan Exa…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 14

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ause instead of you I went to feed chez Lavenue?! The habit anthropophagous, Nice as it is, is not for us. I love you: will you share my life, Become my mistress or my wife? Agreed : but can your kisses feed me? Is it for dinner that you need me? But think : it is for you I eat. Even as the object that I see, The brain ’tis pictured in ; the beat Of nerves that mean the picture are Not like it, but dissimilar. How can a nervous current be Like that Velasquez? So I find Dinner a function of the mind, Not like you, but essential to (Even it) my h…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 164

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ne.” Childbirth sobered me. I loved the child, the only human love I ever tasted, and I sacrificed The popularity, the infamy, Of my old life; I sought another world. I ‘‘got religion” — how I _ hate’ the phrase !— So jest the matron newspapers. The end. 1 Society papers. Since then I lived, as I am living still, Wrapped in the all-absorbing love of him My child, my child! And now my selfishness Is shamed, and J have made the sacrifice To give this pure heart to that maidenly, And let mine old age grow upon my hair, Finding my happiness in seei…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 248

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ou So long I have held thee not to have the power To hold thee still by charm, or love, or force? Fool, for I hate thee! I will have thy life! TANNHAUSER., Where is the cavern in the mountain side, The accurséd gateway of this house of Hell? VENUS. Thou canst not find it! Fool! TANNHAUSER. And yet I will. 1 Which would have given her power to use his body as an habitation, according to legend. VOL. I. VENUS. Meanwhile my chant shall tremble in the air, And rack thy limbs with poison, wither up The fine full blood, breed serpents in thy heart, A…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 139

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…se peerless eyes That burn my soul; you loose the torrent stream Of my desire ; you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole life’s hope: you deem You buy a heart; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme

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1907 · PDF PAGE 194

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…turn Ever the strength and mastering frenzy thither With energy of madness: yea, I burn! My soul burns up upon the lyre! I lend My whole life’s vigour to one song, to earn Their guerdon of the gods, a god to friend, And seek through devious ways a single end. [Zuvoking HADES. Str. I. Now is the gold gone of the year, and gone The glory of the world, and gathered close The silver of the frost. Far splendid snows Shine where the bright anemone once shone. Ay! for the laughter live Of youths and maids that strive

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1905 · PDF PAGE 49

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…per sky, With lips burnt black and blind in either eye. I move for ever to my mystic goal Where I may drain a fountain never dry, And of Life’s guerdon gather in the whole, And on celestial manna satisfy my soul. Fresh strength from day to Each night new failure and each day fresh strength, A sense of something nearer day by day ; Though the ill road’s intolerable length, League upon league, fling back the torrid ray Of the fierce sunlight night can scarce allay With the incessant beating of cool wings, And men’s bleached skeletons infest the w…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 150

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…your Sun. Behold me made a god Of my own godhead, and adore the sun Of my quecn’s face, and worship ye the fount And fertile river of my life. Bow down, Ye people and ye priests, and worship me, And him co-equal. Iam very god !” So spake the Queen; but I arose and said : ‘Queen and our lord, we worship! Let the smoke Of this divinest incense be a smell Sweet to thy nostrils! For three times I cast Its faint dust in the tripod, and three times The smoke of adoration has gone up To greet our gods; for the old gods are dead.” Then there came forth…

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1919 · PDF PAGE 154

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ich is really You, but even this state must in the end give way before the Power of Nothing.” April 16th, 8.30 A.M. Finished reading the Life of Buddha, and then, lying down, composed myself for Meditation. Breathed regularly and deeply for a time, afterwards stopping all entries two or three times. (Shanmukhi Mudra.) Presently I passed into a state which was practically desireless. I could feel the Goal, but the wish to help others made it impossible to Become the State I contemplated. After this, I was surprised, on letting all breath out of …

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1919 · PDF PAGE 159

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

A MASTER OF THE TEMPLE days; then, having got into the swing, I roughly attempted a short and incom- plete review of my whole life, which although brief, was much fuller than I expected. I remembered things connected with early childhood quite accurately, but of course not with full connections. Then something occurred that I really did not expect, and only later trials will prove if it was an illusion or not. Having tried hard to pierce the blank, back of all, I had a sudden clear sensation of lying on a bed with people around, and in particul…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 165

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…nd happiness, In virtue’s mantle and love’s seemly dress, Immeasurably afraid. The hour is on them—let its weight express All blood, all life, from the disastrous grape! In God, in mercy, there is no escape, No anchor for distress. The hour strikes mournfully upon the bell Of the most awful precipice ‘That.merges hell in hell. There is deep silence in that dread abyss ; There is deep silence in the sphered sun ; There is deep silence where the planets run, Majestic fires! Before the throne of God Deep silence waits the lifting of the rod, The m…

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