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1904 · PDF PAGE 68

The Argonauts

…JASON. If he chase, Our Argo is not battered by rough winds So far but what some fight were possible. meDEA. [Leads forward ABSYRTUS.] I know a better way than that, my lord. This boy shall come with us. JASON. Ah, not to Greece! Aea needs to-morrow’s king. MEDEA. “With us” I said. ‘To Greece ”—I said not. CHORUS. What is this? Thou hintest at some dangerous destiny. MEDEA. Come, love, to the long years of love with me! JASON. Form, heroes, and in solemn order stride; The body-guardians of the Golden Fleece!

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1910 · PDF PAGE 61

The World’s Tragedy

…ips with laughter curl If she treat you as a girl. CHIRON Brute, get back to wine, and leave us In our flower-love to inweave us. All we know the shameless chorus : “ Fie ! Silenus — Heliorus ! ” HELIORUS I had better right to mock you, Graceless Chiron, with the quip (Girls, come close — the jest will shock you) “ Pine-tree with the drooping tip ! ” CHIRON Oh, you little toad of spite ! Come, and I will set you right. All your years of wantoness Shall not save you — much distress.

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1907 · PDF PAGE 71

The Star in the West

…ds composed of dung and cantharides , disappointed sterile old maids , or sated old matrons , pornophobics of the worst description . We know well the class , half Exeter Hall , half Empire Music -hall ; “ douée " (as a charming little French brochure describes one of this type ), “ du plus voluptueux tempérament courut longtemps les aventures . mais ses ans et le grand usage altérèrent ses charmes , et elle prit le parti ordinaire, de donner à Dieu ce qu'elle ne pouvait plus offrir aux hommes , et pleura dans l'hypocrisie trente ans d'amour et…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 82

White Stains

…—beyond death we look on to the far light Flaming from hell our last home, this is the key of our might. Come, fiery birds of a clime we know not, and sing us your paean ; Triumph of gods that are known secretly, not by a name, Gods whose implacable feet have trampled the god Galilean, Cast though they be into hell, given to death and to shame. Heaven and hell has striven in war, Sappho and Hylas, with Christ and Jah ; We are of those, though they lose their power, Never shall fade their fiery flower.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 38

Orpheus

… night; The sun and the waters Have brought us to light ; The sound of him slaughters Our soul in his sight. We hear the loud murmur; we know him; we rest; We breathe in his breast. ORPHEUS By sunlight up-gathered As dust of his cars, By moonlight unfathered, Unmothered of stars, Unpastured, untethered, Unstricken of scars, Come forth! I invoke ye, O clouds! ye veils! ye divine avatars! 39

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1904 · PDF PAGE 46

The Sword of Song

…d By some such means—I have not strained Out mind by chance of sense or sex To find a way less iron-brained Determining direction x;57 I know not if these Hindu methods Be best (’tis no such life and death odds, Since suffering souls to save or damn Never existed). So I fall Confessing : Well, perhance I am Myself a Christian after all ! So far at least. I must concede Christ did attain in every deed ; Yet, being an illiterate man, Not his to balance or to scan, To call God stupid or unjust ! He took the universe on trust : He reconciled the wo…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 8

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…s and mine to-day, my Queen? In dewfall of our glance hath come A chill like sunset’s in hot lands Mid iris and chrysanthemum. Well do I know the shaken sands Within the surf, the beaten bar Of coral, the white nenuphar Of moonrise stealing o’er the bay. So here’s the darkness, and the day Sinks, and a chill clusters, and I Wrap close the cloak : then is it so To-day, you rose-gleam on the snow, My own true lover? Ardently I dare not look: I never looked So: that you know. But insight keen We (laugh and) call not ‘‘ love.” crooked The light swe…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 332

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

… be travelling by a slow train, the other by an express; the one might see great beauty in the journey, the other little; yet both would know when they got to Dover, both would know when they were on the Channel, and both would in some way, different in detail though it might be, recognise Paris as Paris when they arrived at their destination. 324

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1909 · PDF PAGE 332

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

… be travelling by a slow train, the other by an express; the one might see great beauty in the journey, the other little; yet both would know when they got to Dover, both would know when they were on the Channel, and both would in some way, different in detail though it might be, recognise Paris as Paris when they arrived at their destination. 324

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1898 · PDF PAGE 13

Aceldama

…rests, paid with sweat and tears and blood. IV. I crept, a stealthy, hungry soul, to grasp Its vast edge, to look out to the beyond ; To know. My eyes strained out, there was no bond, No continuity, no bridge to clasp, No pillars for the universe. Immond, Shapeless, unstayed, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing, Nothing ! I was afraid. 1 3

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1910 · PDF PAGE 146

The World’s Tragedy

…kings, at this disease ? O then I am a mere muck-midden of shame. But yet my body feeds on flame As if some masterpiece Were wrought — I know not how — pray cease ! Leave me with these ! CHAU Midden or maiden, we must see the birth Of thy black womb. Why do these moans disturb our mirth ? I will have thee lashed to shreds By this vile groom Unless thou quit thy prating. THE HAG Here’s pay for months of waiting. She detaches the placenta. A black old rotten wine-skin, mangy goat Patched with bat, stork, and stoat !

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1907 · PDF PAGE 29

The Star in the West

…ents -- have become dull and tedious ; a few cranks praise Tourgenief , Tolstoi and Gorky , whilst one out of every hundred thousand may know that there was such a man as Dostoieffsky . And poetry , O greatest of the Muses , thy fate is truly a sad one ! Much verse is produced which might be placed with last year's store lists — you know where ; some is distinctly good , but it is soon lost in the raging sea of poetic dialect , and hackneyed naïveté . Here and there we come across a charming lyric , which the carping whisky - and - water critic…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 304

The Star in the West

… and we break through the dialectic veil and enter that life which lies “ behind , ” solely expressed by means of symbols . “ What can I know ? " asked Kant , as we have already seen . “ What is Knowledge ? ” asks the Yogi or mystic , and his question is the right one of the two . I see a cat. Dr. Johnson says it is a cat. Berkeley says it is a group of sensations. Çankaracharya says it is an illusion , an incarnation , or God , according to the hat he has got on , and is talking through . Spencer says it is a mode of the Unknowable . But none …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 38

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…hat he says :— | ‘* All types of men who fly are conscious of this very obscure, subtle difference that it has wrought in them. Very few know exactly what it is. Hardly any of them can express what they feel. And none of them would admit it if they could. . . . One realises without any formation into words how that one is oneself, and that each one is entirely separate and can never enter into the recesses of another, which are his foundation of individual life.” One feels oneself out of all relation with things, even the most essential. And ye…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 161

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… roar, Oahu flung skywards blown in dust—and was no more— Even then immortal stands This loveliest of all lands, Lovelier even than they Know in Elysian paths, heroic bands Treading dim gardens brighter than the day, Even in his voice who is passed, and shall no pass away ! Here therefore I know Nature ; I am filled With dew not earth-distilled As I have prayed in vain, not vainly willed. Now all the earth is stilled ; But ever the monotonous sea Keeps solemn symphony, Tuning my lyre to her own melody, Not understandable in colder lands Where n…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 54

Tannhäuser

…delight Thy straining bosom, and my kiss were death ! Death ! Dost thou live, Tannhauser .'' Sayest thou still : " None but the dead can know the worth of love ! " ? 52

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1904 · PDF PAGE 60

Why Jesus Wept

… here in your dear dead father’s name. ANGELA. You stand here, Percy, for yourself — and me. CARRUTHERS. Come down ; I am your guardian. Know this ! Without me you do nought, say nought, spend nought. Obey me ! SIR PERCY. Silence, sir, I am your master. Whatever powers my father may have given To you, there’s one that I inherit from him ; Namely, to tame the insolent. Turns to Angela. Dear wife !

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1910 · PDF PAGE 38

The Scented Garden

… grips him body and soul. Once and for all, Whatever befall, He is bound to the golden goal By the joy of his shuddering spine.” He will know that in the rites of sodomy duly done, even more than in the rites of heterosexual passion, lies the great secret of the Universe, the Key of the Gardens of God..... But I must not proselytize : many are called, but few chosen ; a sodomite is born, not made ; you can’t make a silk sodomite out of an English groc- er’s boy ; one sodomite doesn’t make a scan- dal ; take care of the boys, and the girls will …

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1902 · PDF PAGE 118

Tannhäuser

Tannhauser. What's then to seek ? The Unknown Minstrel. The fourth dimension, for the early step. Landgrave. It seems this talk is merely mystical. This is no College of the Holy Ghost For Rosencreutz his mystifying crew ! A Courtier. A Poet's tourney, and the theme is Love ! The Unknown Minstrel. There is a sequel to our poet's song, And he will sing it. Tannhauser. No ! I know it not ! The Unknown Minstrel. The winepress and the sun ! Tannhauser {again in Venusberg). My spouse and Queen, Bright Goddess of the amber limbs, the lips Redder than…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 116

The Argonauts

18 ARGONAUTAE ACASTUS. Enough of this! It is the malice of that sorceress Disguised—she well knows how. CHORUS. Thus, thus it is! We know the witch’s cunning. JASON. Dogs and fools! For this ye die. MADNESS. Nobility and love Urge my own sanction to support the wife! JASON. I bade my queen prepare this spell. Disputes Your arrogance my kingship? ACASTUS. Ay, indeed! Now justice turns against thee, fickle jade As fortune. Mine is a boy’s arm, but I Advance against thee an impervious blade, And give thee in thy throat and teeth the lie! JASON. Bo…

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