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1905 · PDF PAGE 33

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…edom forbids their tyrannous reign here, Flee to their prison must they, nor deceive ; Love has a lightning that shall strip them clear, Truth through the curtain of the dark shall reave. Ye love, O happy ones andl chaste, Ye love, and light indwells your eyes ; Truth is the girdle of your waist, Ye play before the gates of pearl of Paradise. Happy lovers, dwell together In the isles of golden weather, Free of tyranny and tether, Roam the world, linked hand in hand, Moonlight for your sleep, and breezes Fresh from where the Ocean freezes, And t…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 120

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…and true love Of his fair lady, and these songs shall be His hope, and his tradition, and his pride. Thus have I written for the sake of truth, And for his sake who bears his father’s sword— I pray God under my fond guardianship As worthily. Thus far, and so—the end:

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1909 · PDF PAGE 30

The Holy Books

For me unveils the veile’d sky, The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet Thy presence, Ο Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or to still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; and its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. T…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 31

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… drifted deep with petals . And the King Sat in the midst and let the jewels stream Between his fingers , till, in that domain Utopian , Truth and Fear became a dream , And he took comfort to his heart again . EXODUS . W E served him with the sweat of many years , W Squandered our youth in labour in his fields , Our backs were bowed beneath the heavy yields That swelled his coffers , and our wage was tears . Then was it that I learnt to hate the sun , And that the golden fountains of the East Became a sign of servitude increased . Each morn I f…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 73

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… Life may ope , And call me upwards to unite (Even my soul within the scope ) With That Unutterable Light. Steady of purpose , girt with Truth , I pass, in my eternal youth , And watch the centuries wax and wane ; Untouched by Time's corroding tooth , Silent , immortal , unprofane ! My empire changes not with time. Men 's kingdoms cadent as a rime Move me as waves that rise and fall. They are the parts , that crash or climb ; I only comprehend the All.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 116

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…that yet no mortal knoweth, Shewn, that yet no mortal sheweth, I, the child of night and day. I am never-dying youth. Iam Love, and I am Truth. I am the creating Word, I the author of the zon ; None but I have ever heard Echo in the empyrean Plectron of the primal pzean! I am the eternal one Winged and white, the flowering rod, I the fountain of the sun, Very God of very God! Iam he that lifteth up Life, and flingeth it afar; I have filled the crystal cup; I have sealed the silver star. I the wingless God that flieth Through my firmamental fane…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 240

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…s your cruel hair, And Trojan Helen’s mouth Still not so ripe and rare As Helena’s—nor love nor youth So leaps with lust or thrills with truth. Helena, still we hold Flesh firmer, still we mix Black hair with hair as gold. Life has but served to fix Our hearts; love lingers on the tongue, And who loves once is always young. The stars are still the same; The changeful moon endures; Come without fear or shame, And draw my mouth to yours! Youth fails, however flesh be fain ; Manhood and womanhood attain. Life is a string of pearls, And you the fir…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 116

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…that yet no mortal knoweth, Shewn, that yet no mortal sheweth, I, the child of night and day. I am never-dying youth. Iam Love, and I am Truth. I am the creating Word, I the author of the zon ; None but I have ever heard Echo in the empyrean Plectron of the primal pzean! I am the eternal one Winged and white, the flowering rod, I the fountain of the sun, Very God of very God! Iam he that lifteth up Life, and flingeth it afar; I have filled the crystal cup; I have sealed the silver star. I the wingless God that flieth Through my firmamental fane…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 240

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…s your cruel hair, And Trojan Helen’s mouth Still not so ripe and rare As Helena’s—nor love nor youth So leaps with lust or thrills with truth. Helena, still we hold Flesh firmer, still we mix Black hair with hair as gold. Life has but served to fix Our hearts; love lingers on the tongue, And who loves once is always young. The stars are still the same; The changeful moon endures; Come without fear or shame, And draw my mouth to yours! Youth fails, however flesh be fain ; Manhood and womanhood attain. Life is a string of pearls, And you the fir…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 97

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…thy scented pride. Not for the roll of endless years Or fields of Joy undewed by tears Didst thou desert the courts of men . Tell me thy truth , grave Magdalen !" She trembled , and her eyes grew dim : “ For love of Him , for love of Him .” I ROSE FROM DREAMLESS HOURS . | ROSE from dreamless hours and sought the morn 1 That beat upon my window : from the sill I watched sweet lands , where Autumn light new - born Swayed through the trees and lingered on the hill . If things so lovely are , why labour still To dream of something more than this I …

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1926 · PDF PAGE 29

Liber Al vel Legis

For me unveils the veile’d sky, The self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu Whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet Thy presence, Ο Ra-Hoor-Khuit! Unity uttermost showed! I adore the might of Thy breath, Supreme and terrible God, Who makest the gods and death To tremble before Thee :— I, I adore thee! Appear on the throne of Ra! Open the ways of the Khu! Lighten the ways of the Ka! The ways of the Khabs run through To stir me or to still me! Aum! let it fill me! 38. So that thy light is in me; and its red flame is as a sword in my hand to push thy order. T…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 83

The Sword of Song

…ha, in the midst of the Five Hundred Thousand Arahats, “the wicked Jehjaour had joined himself with Mara to prevent the discovery of the truth. And in Mara’s fall he fell. At that m oment all the currents of his continued and concen- trated Hate recoiled upon him and he fell into the Abyss of Being. And in the Halls of Birth he was cast out into the Lowest H ell— he becam e a clergy man of the Church of England, further than he had ever been before from Truth and Light and P eace and Love; deeper and deeper enmeshed in the net of Circumstance, …

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1903 · PDF PAGE 13

Alice: An Adultery

…uil ; the pair withdrew. The old woman lay sprawled along the divan sunk in a drunken torpor. I unrolled the manuscript and read. Brutal truth-telling humour, at times perhaps too Rabelaisian ; lyrics, some of enchanting beauty, others painfully imitative ; sonnets of exceedingly unequal power, a perfectly heartless introduction (some fools would call it pathetic), and, as a synthesis of the whole, an impression of profound sadness and, perhaps, still deeper joy, were my reward. Together with a feeling that the writer must have been a philosoph…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 46

Gargoyles

…ing! Behold How Christ with clay worth more than any gold Cleared the man’s eyes! So the blind amorous Is blinded with the horror of the truth He sees this moment. Foolish prostitute! You slacked your kiss upon the sodden youth In some excess of confidence, decay Of care to hold him—can I tell you which? Down goes the moon—one sees the howling bitch ! The salmon you had hooked in fin and gill You reel unskilfully—he darts away. Alas! you devil, but you hold me still! III. O first and fairest of Earth’s darling daughters! How could I sing you?—y…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 115

The Scented Garden

Ecstasy stronger than Death. 107 10. V. 14 is the saying of Mansur el Hallaj “ I am Truth and in my coat is wrapped nothing but God.” He was stoned by more orthodox Arabs, and his blood traced “ An’ el Haqq ” on the ground. 11. Gem [Persian text] Guhr. The Fable of the Cock and the Dunghill probably sprang from so childish a source as the pun between Guhr and Guh [Persian text] (dung). It is more obvious in the oblique Guh-ra and Guhr-ra. 12. The last three verses are probably spu- rious. Verse 11 supplies a natural end, with the takhallus. A. …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 176

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

THE EQUINOX O thou whose scent enchanted my vain youth From the more bitter truth Of easy things, How hast thou led me on To the mire? Thou madest thyself wings Of false and fecund fire; Thou bad’st me don An alien robe of shame. Ah! Sweetheart, thee I blame, And may not blame, For the sweet, eternal shame That seared my soul, And left my spirit free, Free |! to weep before thee, And thou hast slain me; Thou hast slain me whole, I am all dead to thee, My Rose, my Rose, my Rose, And the things I have said to thee Are but the foolish echoes the w…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 176

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

THE EQUINOX O thou whose scent enchanted my vain youth From the more bitter truth Of easy things, How hast thou led me on To the mire? Thou madest thyself wings Of false and fecund fire; Thou bad’st me don An alien robe of shame. Ah! Sweetheart, thee I blame, And may not blame, For the sweet, eternal shame That seared my soul, And left my spirit free, Free |! to weep before thee, And thou hast slain me; Thou hast slain me whole, I am all dead to thee, My Rose, my Rose, my Rose, And the things I have said to thee Are but the foolish echoes the w…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 95

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…d tale is so extremely patent That to repeat it were banal and blatant. Learn from this fable — counterfeit presentment (Shakespeare) Of Truth — this fact (I’ve sought it far !) The best of blessings is divine contentment, (Shakespeare again) and in particular (Seek not to exceed in matters of virility God-given ability !) [95]

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1944 · PDF PAGE 116

The Book of Thoth

…form as the Fool of the Tarot and as Bacchus Diphues, and without equivocation when He ap‐ pears as Baphomet. 1From Little Essays toward Truth. When we enquire more closely into His symbolism. the first quality which engages our attention is doubtless His innocence. Not without deep wisdom is He called Twin of Horns: and this is the Aeon of Horus: it is He who sent forth Aiwass His minister to proclaim its ad‐ vent. The Fourth Power of the Sphinx is Silence; to us, then, who aspire to this power :as the crown of our Work, it will be of utmost v…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 17

Carmen Saeculare

…hall thine eagle shake his wings, And sunward soar through the unsullied skies, And careless watch the destiny of kings. Then only shall truth’s angel in thine eyes Perceive eternal things. The oracle is suddenly grown still. Only, mine eyes, unweary of the sight, Pierce through the dawn-mist of the sacred hill And yearn toward the rose of love and light. My lips, that drank the Heliconian rill, Murmur with slow delight. I see the faces of the lyric Nine ! The Rose of God its petals will unfold ! I madden with the ecstasy divine ! My soul leaps…

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