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1910 · PDF PAGE 414

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… A red-robed robber in a Hat. “Whither away, Sir Knight, so fey?” “Priest, for the dove on Ararat T could not, nor I will not, stay!” “T know thy quest. Seek on in vain A golden hart with silver horns! Life springeth out of divers pains. What crown the King of Kings adorns? A crown of gems? A crown of thorns! The Questing Beast is like a king In face, and hath a pigeon’s wing And claw; its body is one fleece Of bloody white, a lamb’s in spring. Enough. Sir Knight, I give thee peace.”

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1910 · PDF PAGE 414

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

… A red-robed robber in a Hat. “Whither away, Sir Knight, so fey?” “Priest, for the dove on Ararat T could not, nor I will not, stay!” “T know thy quest. Seek on in vain A golden hart with silver horns! Life springeth out of divers pains. What crown the King of Kings adorns? A crown of gems? A crown of thorns! The Questing Beast is like a king In face, and hath a pigeon’s wing And claw; its body is one fleece Of bloody white, a lamb’s in spring. Enough. Sir Knight, I give thee peace.”

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1907 · PDF PAGE 182

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… the blackness below They go in confusion; - With my soul aglow. Their place is not found. No taint of a fear ! The air hath eaten For I know, I know With wide-gaping jaws Eurydice near, A furious folk. Eurydice here! The purpose divine Thrills my soul as wine. NowI pass to the soul of the dark, confront- ing the innermost shrine. . Lost is the cause In Tartarean smoke. I, through the wall Of impassable gloom, Apart from the sun, Pass as a ghost, Hail to ye, warders Bearing the lyre. That guard the borders The sad notes fall Of Hades! All hail …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 32

White Stains

…lendid as night. No longer the sun shall cast shadow, No longer the flower shall lack rain, The word shall be fair as a meadow, And Love know no tincture of pain ; The Glory of God shall be on us, And over the kingdom unpriced The Spirit of Love is upon us, A crucified Christ ! O rapture ! O glory ! O gladness ! When Satan is fled from the land, When Christ cleanses sin, and from madness Deletes its indelible brand ; For life shall spring where they have smitten, And Love rise from under the rod, Till all men behold what is written, The kingdom…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 28

Tale of Archais

…ve planted Paler roses, warmer grapes, Ere the maiden breasts have panted, And the sunny shapes Flit around to bless the hour, Comes men know not what false flower : Ere the cup is drained, the wine Grows unsweet, that was divine. All the subtle airs are proven False at dewfall, at the dawn Sin and sorrow, interwoven, Like a veil are drawn Over love and all delight, Grey desires invade the white. Love and life are but a span ; Woe is me ! and woe is man !

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1922 · PDF PAGE 71

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…en, in a very minute dose, which had had no effect on her as far as she knew. “That’s all right,” I said, from the height of my superior knowledge. “It’s all a question of estimating the physiological dose. It’s very fine indeed. The stimulation is very much better than that of morphine. One gets the same intense beatific calm, but without the languor. Why, Lou, darling, you’ve read De Quincey and all those people about opium, haven't you? Opium’s a mixture, you know—something like twenty different alkaloids in it. Laudanum: Coleridge took it, …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 247

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…ugh we knew we were taking it, offering it to each other openly, yet whenever we took it ourselves, we were afraid lest the other should know. I think he has something that he wants to hide away, and is trying to get me out of the room so that I shan’t know where he has put it. Well, I don’t care, I’m not interested in his private affairs. I’ll go out and give him a chance. I'll hide this book in the magic room, if I have strength to get there. The old man might be able to give me some elixir. I wouldn’t mind if it killed my body; if my spirit …

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1922 · PDF PAGE 370

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…hat you needed me for, even when we were poisoned and insane.” She spoke in low, calm tones, but she was trembling like a leaf. I didn’t know what to answer. The great- ness of her attitude abashed me. I felt with utmost bitterness the shame of having wronged so sublime a love, of having brought her into such infamy. “My God!” I said at last. ‘‘ What we owe to Big Lion |” She shook her head. ‘“‘'No,” she said, with a strange smile, ‘‘ we’ve helped him as much as he’s helped us—helped him to do his will. The secret of his power is that he doesn’…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 99

The Soul of Osiris

… than the very sea. Yea, I am come, where least I guessed it so, Into the very Presence of the Three That Are beyond all Gods. And now I know What spiritual Light is drawing me Up to its stooping splendour. In my soul I feel the Spring, the all-devouring Dawn, Rush with my Rising. There, beyond the goal, The Veil is rent ! Yes : let the veil be drawn.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 190

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

152 THE EQUINOX I should burst with song, I know, And go, An ill-starred victim, to the lost low land Where the wailing voices— That are voices only, Having burst the husk of song— Wander lonely, While the Muse rejoices, Bearing within her hand The lyre, And the sacred fire, Serene and strong, That lights the dusky underworld. Ah! hurled, ah! hurled By Zeus From the skies, Prometheus, lost Prometheus Gasps and dies For ever on the rock of my desire, And the lusty Raven Hath sought at last his haven, Under the streams that flow from that lost fi…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 190

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

152 THE EQUINOX I should burst with song, I know, And go, An ill-starred victim, to the lost low land Where the wailing voices— That are voices only, Having burst the husk of song— Wander lonely, While the Muse rejoices, Bearing within her hand The lyre, And the sacred fire, Serene and strong, That lights the dusky underworld. Ah! hurled, ah! hurled By Zeus From the skies, Prometheus, lost Prometheus Gasps and dies For ever on the rock of my desire, And the lusty Raven Hath sought at last his haven, Under the streams that flow from that lost fi…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 10

The Stratagem and Other Stories

…nd a boat unguarded, and if we can avoid arousing the alarm, then we have merely to cross the sea, and either find a land where we are unknown, or disguise ourselves and our boat and return to Devil’s Island as shipwrecked mariners. The latter idea would be foolish. You will say that the Governor would know that Dodu would not be such a fool; but more, he would know also that Dodu would not be such a fool as to try to take advantage of that circumstance; and he would be right, curse him!’ “It implies the intensest depth of feeling to curse in t…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 73

Why Jesus Wept

… to me and more also if I look at a woman again. What a fool I have been ! GLENSTRAE. Ah, my boy, you will keep clear of the old ones, I know. (Enter a footman.) These blinds down ! (The man obeys.) But a tasty little morsel like your Molly — your first love. — Eh, my lad ? There ; there, don’t be angry ! SIR PERCY. Pshaw ! You disgust me. (The footman turns to go.) GLENSTRAE, to footman. Wait ! (To Sir Percy.) would you tell her so ? SIR PERCY. If I deigned speech. GLENSTRAE. Simmons, ask Miss Tyson to step here for a moment. (Exit servant.) A…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 159

The World’s Tragedy

…d grey glutinous sweat — These things, I say, assailed me, bade me pause Praising the goodness of the great First Cause. JOHN Yet all we know His vast benevolence. ISSA Thou hast religion, but no common sense. The cud of wisdom is not duly chewed When whoredom’s whittled with a platitude.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 60

Sir Palamedes

…eir clattering coppers in his poke. So day and night they come and go, But never comes the Questing Beast, Nor doth that laughing people know

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1905 · PDF PAGE 183

Oracles

…iron shade, And stir the chill canal with manifold Lays of clear morning ; never grow afraid When he dips down beyond the far flat land, Know never more the day and night apart, Know not where frost has laid his iron hand, Save only that it fastens on my heart ; Save only that it grips with icy fire These veins no fire of hell could satiate ; Save only that it quenches this desire. Let me pass out beyond the city gate.’ We should like to give other examples, but we can only name some of those pieces that seem to us the most remarkable. Such are…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 13

The Poem

…t is so pure and I am so dull of un- derstanding. When I write I feel as it were the breath of an angel covering me with holiness, and I know— then! But now—I only write mechanically. I force myself. To-day I tore up all I wrote last night. ESME. | Let us ask God to send you the angel, shall we? [They kneel, with arms intertwined, at the open window, and bow their heads silently. Vaughan also prays, with arms outspread in blessing. Curtain. SCENE III. Six months later. The dining-room. Percy, Vaughan, Esmé at dinner. Enter Butler. BUTLER. F you…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 115

The Mother’s Tragedy

…rs, Spurning the quiet woodland: now the light Stirs bird and beast—a thousand glowing wonders Flash into glory, lambent to the sight. I know, I feel the Godhead set above me, My own high part in His celestial sphere; In life, in death, the universe cries—love me !— God in my heart, and all the world is dear!

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1901 · PDF PAGE 36

The Soul of Osiris

24 THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. PART II. KNOW. When Ramoth-Gilead’s field Grew bloody with hot ranks of dead, I smote amain with sword and shield, My brows with mingled blood were red ; And on my cheek the kiss of hell, The hatred of my Jezebel. I waited many days. At last The rushing of a chariot grew Frightful through all the city vast, Men were afraid. But I—I knew Jehu was here, whose sword should dip Deep in my love’s adulterous lip. The spirit filled me. And behold ! I saw her dead stare to the skies ; I came to her ; she was not cold, But burning…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 37

Rodin in Rime

…r bid Lurk in the turn of the torso for poets to see is hid from the lesser and dull—hidden from me. She squats, and is void and null; I know her not; ' As God is above, but more so, she sits, to blot Intelligence out of my brain, conceit from my ken; And I class myself, idle and vain, with the newspaper men. 21

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