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1905 · PDF PAGE 117

Oracles

THE HOUSE A NIGHTMARE Written at Anuradhapura. I MUST be ready for my friend to-night. So, such pale flowers as winter bears bedeck The old oak walls : the wood-fire’s cheerful light Flashes upon the fire-dogs silver-bright. Wood ? why, the jetsam of yon broken wreck Where the white sea runs o’er the sandy neck That joins my island to the land when tides Run low. What curious fancies through my brain Run, all so wild and all so pleasant ! Glides No phantom creeping from the under sides Of the grey globe : no avatar of pain Gathering a body from…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 58

The Scented Garden

…ve Reality. VI THE CURTAIN Thy podex, like a rose, within Thy buttocks, sprays of jessamine, Buds to my kisses ; then the wine Sets this old head of mine aspin, So that I push thee to thy knees— A worship, darling, not a sin. Deep as I plunge, I do not break Within the velvet of thy skin. Do what I will, thy Self is hid From me by envy of the Jinn. So, when I think, I cannot pierce The truth of things ; I cannot win Unto the real ; life’s wheel is kept From turning by its axle-pin.1 But swing thine hips and smile upon The hideous world’s malici…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 72

Little Poems in Prose

…irst I took them to be indeed gods. The face of the first Satan was epicene, and he had also in every line of his body the soft- ness of old Bacchus. Lovely were his eyes, and languishing, of a shadowy and undecided col- our, resembling violets still wetted with the heavy tears of the storm, and his half-opened

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1907 · PDF PAGE 67

Konx Om Pax

…rial ob jective sense, and nature is bound (as Levi says) “to accommodate herself to the statement of the magician.” Thus, one may take hold of a hot iron, or coal, saying “ It does not hurt ” and it doesn’t. 80101:]. I have tried that. But I thought it a question of courage and will. The Hindus have a game they call the Act of Truth. I remember one time King Brahmadatta or some ass wanted to cross the Ganges with his army and like a fool hadn’t brought pontoons; so he damned around for a hell of a time like a cat when you pepper her nose, and …

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1901 · PDF PAGE 51

The Soul of Osiris

THE COURT OF THE PROFANE. 39 THE MAY QUEEN. (OLD STYLE) T is summer and sun on the sea, The twilight is drawn to the world : We linger and laugh on the lea, The light of my spirit with me, Sharp limbs in close agony curled. The noise of the music of sleep, The breath of the wings of the night, The song of the magical deep, The sighs of the spirits that weep, Make murmur to tune our delight. Slow feet are our measures that move ; Swift songs are more soft than the breeze ; Our mouths are made mute for our love ; Our eyes are made soft as the dov…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 90

Why Jesus Wept

…, and you hit three ” —eh ? SIR HERPES Z. Probably. At least the anatomical detail is certain. Here is a ph — SIR GRABSON J. Tush, tush, old friend, I can take your word for it. SIR HERPES Z. You have some good news to announce, I think, as well as I. SIR GRABSON J. Sad for the general commonwealth, but of particular joy in this house. The Marquis of Glenstrae had the misfortune yesterday to fall against a circular saw in motion. SIR HERPES Z. Dear, dear ! and how was that ? SIR GRABSON J. His lordship was very fond of children, as you may know…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 168

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…it seeks re-incarnation .) | PASS by darkened windy ways , 1 Through bog and dripping heather ; I flash before the silver rays The moon holds tight together . I sing beneath the waning moon ; An ancient god -forgotten rune Springs to my lips to taste , and soon The way behind with light is strewn. O silent city silver - lit, O rainy roads reflecting Tall houses where the old ghosts fit , Their shadows thin projecting Across my path — the street lamps glare Before my soft eyes everywhere . Ah ! men forget my face is fair , The tangled glory of m…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 255

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…e to men—might hear, might come ! The kind, grave face of you—that light out- shone The mystical ideal. Therefore too I minded me cf our old baby-love, And—marriages are made in heaven, you know! Besides—Our Lady showed me in a dream How you would come. TANNHAUSER. And now? So sure are you The loving word you spoke an hour ago Came from the heart—who called me by mistake ? ELIZABETH. So sure? You want me to confess again The deep pure love, the love indicible. TANNIAUSER (¢o himself), Words, thoughts, that fail her? How should acts exceed? (Alo…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 16

The Argonauts

…t tottering gait, And honour in the goat-like beard of him! FIRST WOMAN. A week ago your blue eyes were in tears, Sidelong regarding the old mountebank. SECOND WOMAN. To-day I would not be his concubine For all Iolchus—for all Thessaly! THIRD WOMAN, I see the same glance seek out Jason now. SECOND WOMAN. Ay, there’s a man! What muscles! What fine fire In the quick eye! What vigour and warm strength! FIRST WOMAN. Yes, in your wishes, But indeed he is A proper man. Away, you ancient egg! PELIAS. With what audacious foot and impious voice Strides …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 125

Ambergris

…BERGRIS O keep us in the hour Wherein the King-Ghost hath his power ! The King-Ghost girds me with his gibbering creatures, My dreams of old that never saw the sun. He shows me, in a mocking glass, their features, The twin fiends Might-have-been and Should-have-done. Keep us, by Jesu’s ruth, What time the King-Ghost grins the truth ! The King-Ghost boasts eternal usurpature ; For in this pool of tears his fingers fret I had imagined, by enduring nature, The twin gods “ Thus-will-I ” and “ May-be-yet.” God, keep us most from ill, What time the K…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 36

The Winged Beetle

26 THE WIZARD WAY Mixed with fat of many a maid Slain by the inchauntments cold Of the witches wild and old. He had crucified a toad In the basilisk abode, Muttering the Runes averse Mad with many a mocking curse. He had traced the serpent sigil In his ghastly virgin vigil. Sursum cor ! the elfin hill, Where the wind blows deadly chill From the world that wails beneath Death’s black throat and lipless teeth There he had stood—his bosom bare— Tracing life upon the Air With the crook and with the flail Lashing forward on the gale, Till its blade …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 18

The Argonauts

…ait no wild Erinnyes For thee a guest in these my halls, for thee Whose hands are dipped not yet in blood so deep As to have murdered an old man, and him Thy father’s brother?

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1910 · PDF PAGE 153

The Winged Beetle

IN MEMORIAM 143 Are you ready, sweet ? Then fold Once your arms about me, cling Close and clip me as old— In the presence of the King That awaits us. Love is bold. We are witness—by our fate— To one poet—is there one ? That beyond the miry weight Of the fog there shines a sun ! Be he comforted thereat ! . . . . . . Yea ! I chant your mastery ! In the hag-ridden, mange-bitten, Sodden, superstitious sty That John Milton made of Britain In the twentieth century, Two in blood the runes have written— How to love and how to die ! Praise, O Martyrs ! …

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1906 · PDF PAGE 147

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…rtals wither ; Moons fade where constellations shone ; Numberless aeons brought us hither ; Niumberless aeons beckon us on. The world is old, and I am strong— Awake, awake, O Sword of Song! Here, in the Dusk of Gods, I linger; The world awaits a Word of Truth. Kindle, O lyre, beneath my finger ! Evoke the age’s awful youth! To arms against the inveterate wrong ! Awake, awake, O Sword of Song! Sand-founded reels the House of Faith ; Up screams the howl of ruining sect ; Out from the shrine flits the lost Wraith ; ‘God hath forsaken Ilis elect !”…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 94

Collected Works (Vol. II)

… tottering gait, And honour in the goat-like beard of him ! FIRST WOMAN. A week ago your blue eyes were in tears, Sidelong regarding the old mountebank. SECOND WOMAN. To-day I would not be his concubine For all Iolchus—for all Thessaly ! THIRD WOMAN. I see the same glance seek out Jason now. SECOND WOMAN. Ay, there's a man! What muscles! What fine fire In the quick eye! What vigour and warm strength ! FIRST WOMAN. Yes, in your wishes. But indeed he is A proper man. Away, you ancient egg ! PELIAS. With what audacious foot and impious voice Strid…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 39

Rodin in Rime

JEUNE MERE URELY the secret whisper of sweet life Shakes in the shell-ear murmurous memories Of the old wonder of young ecstasies In the first hours when the white word of wife She won so hardly out of dark wild strife And mystery of peace; thine utter ease, Abandoned rapture! Caught and cut by seas Of sudden wisdom, stinging as a knife Swift struck sets all the blood a-tingle. Woe! What wakes within? What holiest intimation Of intimate knowledge of the lords of nature? She sees her fate smile out on her, doth know Her weird of womanhood, her n…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 41

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

…e violin; Sorrow or joy: or saintliness or sin To him are one, if only he may win Unto the heart, the hidden heart that sings What grave old histories, what mysterious things I So there he squats to find the hidden flaw In the dark doorway. God ! I see him yet With aweless face that yet reflects the awe Of something greater than the music’s fret; On the dark soul within his thoughts are set ; No hope, no fear, no anguish, no regret, But only wonder at some secret Law That holds the sounds; he squats upon the straw. Under that grave, blue sky no t…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 41

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

…e violin; Sorrow or joy: or saintliness or sin To him are one, if only he may win Unto the heart, the hidden heart that sings What grave old histories, what mysterious things I So there he squats to find the hidden flaw In the dark doorway. God ! I see him yet With aweless face that yet reflects the awe Of something greater than the music’s fret; On the dark soul within his thoughts are set ; No hope, no fear, no anguish, no regret, But only wonder at some secret Law That holds the sounds; he squats upon the straw. Under that grave, blue sky no t…

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1961 · PDF PAGE 30

Liber Aleph

…led by the Qabalists the Sleep of Shiloam, and of this doeth also Porphyry make mention mention, and Cicero, with many other Wise Men of Old Time. Compare, o my Son, with this Doctrine that which was taught thee in the Sanctuary of the Gnosis concerning the Death of the Righteous; and learn moreover that these are but particular Cases of an Universal Formula. n

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1929 · PDF PAGE 171

Moonchild

a favour, but I see a dollar at the end of it, and old Doc. Butcher buys a one- way ticket." Douglas grew portentous. "Are you aware of what you ask?" he thundered. "Do you understand that the ineffable and Sacrosanct Arcanum is not to be touched by profane hands? Must I inform you that Those who may not be named are even now at the Gate of the Abyss, whetting their fangs upon the Cubical Stone of the Unutterable? Oh ye magistral ministrants of the Shrine of the Unspeakable Abomination! Hear ye the Word of Blasphemy!" He spoke rapidly and thick…

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