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1910 · PDF PAGE 113

The Winged Beetle

… life to Pan, and live ! I have seen Love, and known A blasphemy, a violation And perfect profanation ; Wherefore the god hath flown. My heart no longer trembles If that blind Harper—blind, or he dissembles !— Touches its strings with burning finger-tips, Or fastens his soft lips About my soul. . . . Then what is left To a woman love-bereft ? I have tasted Passion ; I have known How the sharpness and the softness and the sweetness Mix to one pomegranate’s completeness Wherein Hell and Earth are shown.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 90

Sir Palamedes

…fric they that chase the ostrich Clothe them with feathers, subtly foil Its vigilance, come close, then dart Its death upon it. Brave my heart! Do thus!” And so the knight disguises Himself, on hands and knees doth start His hunt, goes questing up and down. So in the fields the peasant clown Flies, shrieking, from that dreadful figure. But when he came to any town They caged him for a lunatic. Quod he: ‘‘ Would God I had the trick! The beast escaped from my devices ; I will the same. The bars are thick, But I am strong.” He wrenched in vain; Th…

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1916 · PDF PAGE 17

A Prophet In His Own Country

…d that in Mr. Stuart we have not merely the wise man, or the strong man, or the good man, but the necessary man. The eyes are clear, the heart is pure, and the hand works in entire harmony with them. When the anarchy which exists in this country becomes obvious to its people, and the dictator is required to bring order out of chaos, they have only to turn to the portrait at the commencement of this volume, and exclaim: Ecce Homo!

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1919 · PDF PAGE 104

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…ame even as my Lord, my beautiful, my desirable one. There is no wine like unto this wine. 64. They are gathered together into a glowing heart, as Ra that gathereth his clouds about Him at eventide into a molten sea of Joy; and the snake that is the crown of Ra bindeth them about with the golden girdle of the death- kisses. 65. So also is the end of the book, and the Lord Adonai is about it on all sides like a Thunderbolt, and a Pylon, and a Snake, and a Phallus, and in the midst thereof He is like the Woman that jetteth out the milk of the sta…

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1902 · PDF PAGE 49

Tannhäuser

…The breathing life of thee, and swoons, and sighs, And dies ! None but the dead can know the worth of love ! Come, love, thy bosom to my heart recalls Strange festivals and subtle funerals. Soft passion rises in the amber walls. And falls ! None but the dead can breathe the life of love ! Come, love, thy lips, curved hollow as the moon's ! Bring me thy kisses, for the seawind tunes, 47

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1902 · PDF PAGE 125

Tannhäuser

… Daring to come to our pure court to brag Of his incredible vileness ? To link up The saintly purity of this my child With his seducer's heart of hell ! My voice ! Death ! Your cry echoes me ? Voices. Death ! Death ! Tannhauser. Leap out, Sword of my fathers ! you have heard my harp ! Its music stings your vile hypocrisy Into mere hatred. Truth is terrible ! You, cousin, taken in adultery ! You, Wolfram, lover of the kitchen maids ! You, Jerome —yes, I know your secret deeds ! You, ladies ! Are your faces painted thus Not to hide wrinkles of de…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 452

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ise. No such a wonder hath been heard Since Christ our God’s sweet sacrifice. “Now, by the glad blood of our Lord!” Quoth Palamede, “ my heart is light. I am the chosen harpsichord Whereon God playeth ; the perfect knight,

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1910 · PDF PAGE 452

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…ise. No such a wonder hath been heard Since Christ our God’s sweet sacrifice. “Now, by the glad blood of our Lord!” Quoth Palamede, “ my heart is light. I am the chosen harpsichord Whereon God playeth ; the perfect knight,

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1899 · PDF PAGE 136

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ow whiter; you must be hurt. VAUGHAN. A knife! He must have stabbed him. Fetch a doctor, one of you, sharp! [Exzt a man. ESME. It is his heart; see, my hand is all covered with blood. Give me a handkerchief. Here,I will staunch the wound. [Ske attempts to prevent the bleeding with her handkerchtef.| Oh! Percy! [A pause] Oh! Percy ! : PERCY. I am going away, Esmé. I shall see you often.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 25

Why Jesus Wept

WHY JESUS WEPT 11 In my ear, in my heart ! Here on the summit The air is too thin. Wild as the winds Let me ride ! Let me start Over the plains ; For here my brain’s Numb, it is dumb, it Is torn by this passion. Down ! Eagle-fashion Drive to the level ! Teeth ! you may gnash on ! My body’s anguish Is help to my soul. Hail to the revel ! The dance of the devil, The rhythms that languish, The rhymes that roll ! Down like the swine Of the gross Gadarene In a maddening march From the snow to the rock, From the rock to the pine, From the pine to the…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 12

Rosa Inferni

Its maddening measures in my heart and brain ! Is it that so the wheel may whirl again, That some dull devil in my ear may show me : “ For John the Baptist’s head—so danced Salome ! ” ? VIII HEN, in God’s name forbear ! It does not matter. Life, death, strength, weakness, are but idle chatter. Nothing is lost or gained, we know too well. For heaven thy balance as an equal hell. We discard both ; an infinite Universe Remains ; we sum it up—an infinite curse. So—am I man ? I lack my wife’s embrace. Am I outworn ? I see the harlot’s face. Is the l…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 140

The Winged Beetle

…crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.”—BLAKE. ROSE of the World ! If so, then what a world ! What worm at its red heart lay curled From the beginning ? Plucked and torn and trampled And utterly corrupt is she That was the queen-flower unexampled In gardens goodlier than Arcady. O Thou ! whose body was my lyre, whose soul Lay on my mouth like a live coal ! This time thou hearest not my song ; thine ears Are stopped with worse than death ; And all this wasted breath Of mine—those songs of six most memorable years Of ecstasy…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 217

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…Like a painted Nipon fan , Like a fan that 's silver rounded , For the bay is sandy bounded , Stretching to the flowery highlands Of the heart of Old Japan . Here are things that Westerns share not , Here business , time and haste compare not In the dull or in the clever With the peace of mind of man ; Here with joy in mist and glamour , Droning chant and ringing clamour , Naked children play for ever Simple games of Old Japan . 198

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1922 · PDF PAGE 59

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ls have made us like “the poor cat i’ the adage.” The spirit of Hamlet has replaced that of Macbeth. Macbeth only went wrong because the heart was taken out of him by Macduff’s interpretation of what the witches had said. Coriolanus only failed when he stopped tothink. As the poet says, ‘‘ The love of knowledge is the hate of life.”’ Cocaine removes all hesitation. But our forefathers owed their freedom of spirit to the real liberty which they had won; and cocaine is merely Dutch courage. However, while it lasts, it’s all right.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 102

Little Poems in Prose

…incontestable sincerity. Then I saw clearly how it was; he had wished to combine philan- thropy and business, to gain a florin and God’s heart; to acquire Heaven at a bargain-counter and the title of philanthropist free of charge. I could almost have pardoned him the criminal enjoyment of which I had just supposed him capable; I should have found it curious, singu- lar, that he should amuse himself by placing a poor man in a false position; but I will never pardon him the stupidity of his calculation. It is never excusable to be wicked, but the…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 84

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

…ith which the fish of Prana is drawn out, and sacrificed in the fire of the Atman, the ship on which a man voyages over the ether of the heart, the chariot which bears him to the world of Brahman.* At the end of the “Shiva Sanhita” there are some twenty verses dealing with the Mantra. And as in so many; other Hindu books, a considerable amount of mystery is woven around these sacred utterances. We read: 190. In the four-petalled Muladhara lotus is the seed of speech, brilliant as lightning. 1g1. In the heart is the seed of love, beautiful as th…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 84

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

…ith which the fish of Prana is drawn out, and sacrificed in the fire of the Atman, the ship on which a man voyages over the ether of the heart, the chariot which bears him to the world of Brahman.* At the end of the “Shiva Sanhita” there are some twenty verses dealing with the Mantra. And as in so many; other Hindu books, a considerable amount of mystery is woven around these sacred utterances. We read: 190. In the four-petalled Muladhara lotus is the seed of speech, brilliant as lightning. 1g1. In the heart is the seed of love, beautiful as th…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 60

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…e and sphcre, perfect in every part, High above hope of Art: Though, be it said ! thou art nowhere now, Save in the secret chamber of my heart, Behind the brass of my anonymous brow. ! 12. Ay! let the coward and slave who writes write on ! He is no more harm to Love than the grey snake Who lurks in the dusk brake lor the bare-legged village-boy, is to the Sun, The Sire of Life. The Lover and the Wife, Immune, intact, ignore. The people hear; Then, be the people smitten of grey Fear, It is no odds ! 13. I have seen the eternal Gods Sit, star-wed…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 14

The Mother’s Tragedy

…ps to thine Eternal House! Rest my vain head on thine Eternal Breast! Spread wide the wings divine Over this shadowy shrine, Where in my heart their hovering lendeth Light! Bend down the amazing Face Of sorrow and of grace, Share the deep vigil of thine eremite! So let the sighing breath Draw on the Hour of Death, Whence wakeneth The Spirit of the Dawn, begotten of the night.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 48

Gargoyles

ROSA INFERNI. Ha ha! John plucketh now at his rose To rid himself of a sorrow ‘at heart. Lo,—petal on petal, fierce rays unclose; Anther on anther, sharp spikes outstart; And with blood for dew, the bosom boils; And a gust of sulphur is all its smell. And lo, he is horribly in the toils Of a coal-black giant flower of hell ! BrownineG, Heretic’s Tragedy, ix. I. Ross of the world! Ay, love, in that warm hour Wet with your kisses, the bewitching bud Flamed in the starlight; then our bed your bower Heaved like the breast of some alluring flood Whe…

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