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1911 · PDF PAGE 275

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

THE RITE OF MERCURY MERCURY. 22-333—333. [Full light The Speech in the Silence. The Words against the Son of Night. The Voice of Mercury in the Universe in the Presence of the Eternal Gods. The Formulas of Knowledge. The Wisdom of Breath The Radix of Vibration. The Shaking of the Invisible. The Rolling Asunder of the Darkness. The Becoming Visible of Matter. The Piercing of the Coils of the Stooping Dragon. The Breaking Forth of the Light. [All being seated, the FOUR PROBATIONERS rise from among the alher PROBATIONERS and march to the allow] FI…

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1911 · PDF PAGE 73

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

… Now then I had laid aside the pen, and a voice cried : Write! Fear not I Turn not asidel Is it not written that Sorrow may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning? Sleep therefore in peace and in faith : shall he not watch whose eye hath no eyelid, who to this end is appointed? And my heart answered : Amenl VI Ε 65

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1911 · PDF PAGE 275

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE RITE OF MERCURY MERCURY. 22-333—333. [Full light The Speech in the Silence. The Words against the Son of Night. The Voice of Mercury in the Universe in the Presence of the Eternal Gods. The Formulas of Knowledge. The Wisdom of Breath The Radix of Vibration. The Shaking of the Invisible. The Rolling Asunder of the Darkness. The Becoming Visible of Matter. The Piercing of the Coils of the Stooping Dragon. The Breaking Forth of the Light. [All being seated, the FOUR PROBATIONERS rise from among the alher PROBATIONERS and march to the allow] FI…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 248

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…, |. 64 In the brave old days, 1. 82 In the days of the spring of my being, ili, 129 In the dim porchway, 1i. 69 In the fevered days and nights, il. 195 In the grim woods, i. 36 In the heather deeply hidden, iil, 136 In the hospital bed she lay, il. 1 In the night my passion fancies, i. 175 In the sorrow of the silence of the sunset, li. 25 In the spring, in the loud lost places, iil. 211 In the storm that divides the wild night, 1. 48 In the ways of the North and the South, i. 144 Into the inmost agony of things, ili. 115 In vain I sit by Kand…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 141

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ips we dread, And the dear nimbus of a lover’s head, The dreamy splendour and the dim delight ' That feels the fragrance fallen from the night,

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1899 · PDF PAGE 209

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…ng | Wisps of the cloud-wreaths form, dissipate into the mist, | - Wrap me in shrouds of gray, chill me and make me shiver, Not with the Night alone, not with the sound of her wing, Yet with a sense of something vague and unearthly stalking (Step after step as I move) me, to annul me, quell

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1901 · PDF PAGE 14

The Mother’s Tragedy

…eep 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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1904 · PDF PAGE 59

The Argonauts

…nseemly act! Who dared thus break on meditation? MEDEA. IL CHORUS. Surely thy passion mastered thee, O queen! MEDEA. I tell you—thus the night passed. CHORUS. Verily, The woman raves. MEDEA. Such victory as this Outsails all shame. Before the dawn was up I bound such talismans about his breast That fire and steel grow dew and flowery wreaths For all their power to hurt him. Presently I made a posset, drugged with somnolence, Sleepy with poppy and white hellebore, Fit for the dragon. This was my design. CHORUS, Beware thy father’s anger when he …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 32

White Stains

…e chain, That Love may lie fragrant and shaded, And Joy may spread wings unto flight, And Peace stand above, unupbraided, As splendid 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 ; Fo…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 34

Alice: An Adultery

…ds afar Imperial destinies of war, Men see the haze and heat, and feel The sun’s rays like a shaft of steel, Seeing no sun ; even so the night Clouds that deep miracle from sight : Until this destiny be done Hangs the corona on the sun ; And I absorbed in those unclean Ghost-haunted veins of Messaline. 12

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1905 · PDF PAGE 133

Orpheus

… From ruby unto amethyst, Within the veil of grey. And there within the circled light I saw a dancing thing, Most like the tender-leavéd night Of moonrise seen in spring, A shadow luminous and white Like a ghost beckoning. And then dim visions came to me, Faint memories of fear: As when the Argo put on sea Such stories we did hear, 134

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1922 · PDF PAGE 181

Diary of a Drug Fiend

Indian Summer 167 and all the trickery of commerce arose from artificial restriction. Last night’s swindle was made possible by the great philanthropist Jabez Platt. His Diabolical Dope Act has created the traffic which he was trying to suppress. It didn’t exist before except in his rotten imagination. .. . I get such sudden spells of utter weariness. Dope would put me right. Nothing else has any effect. Everything that happens makes me want a sniff; and every sniff makes something happen. One can’t get away from the cage, but the complexity ma…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 114

White Stains

108 WITH DOG AND DAME A rosy flicker through the night, My mistress, my great Dane, and I. We linger in the dusk—her head Lolls on the pillow, and my eyes Catch rapture, as upon the bed He licks her lazy lips, and tries To tempt her tongue. My fires are fed. Her heavy dropping breasts entice My teeth to jewel them with blood, Her hand prepares the sacrifice She would desire of me, the flood That wells from shrines of Paradise. Her other hand is mischievous To bid the monster Dane grow mad, His red-haw gaze grows mutinous, Her eyes have lost the…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 45

The Winged Beetle

… blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above the West, brave hippodrome Whose gladiators shock and shun As the blue night devours them, crested comb Of sleep’s dead sea That eats the shores of life, rings round eternity ! II So, he is gone whose giant sword shed flame Into my bowels ; my blood’s bewitched ; My brain’s afloat with ecstasy of shame. That tearing pain is gone, enriched By his life-spasm ; but he being gone, the same Myself is gone Sucked by the dragon down below death’s horizon. III I woke from this. I lay upo…

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1898 · PDF PAGE 74

White Stains

… LUCIUM AD LUCIUM The Lampsacene is girt with golden dress ; His courts gleam ever with forbidden light ; I only bring no gift to him to-night, Being the mockery of his rod’s distress. While satyrs woo, and fauns, and nymphs give ear, I burn unslaked, my Lucius is unkind, He dare not guess, I dare not speak my mind, Nor feed upon his lips, nor call him dear, Nor may I clasp him, lissome and divine, Nor suck our passion from his eager verge, Nor pleasure in his quick embraces prove ; I faint for love, come aid me sparkling wine, That my unquench…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 97

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

… the east in the heart of the wood : Light touches the trees of the hill with its lips, and _ God is above them and sees they are good : Night flings from her forehead the purple-black hood. The thicket is sweet with the breath of the breeze made soft by the kisses of slumbering maids ; The nymph and the satyr, the fair and the faulty alike are the guests of these amorous shades ; ‘The hour of Love flickers and falters and fades. Oh, listen, my love, to the song of the brook, its murmurs and cadences, trills and low chords ; Hark to its silence…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 92

Orpheus

Art thou elder than they In their mountain of light? Is thy fugitive way Lost in uttermost night? Shalt thou not obey, Or my lyre not affright, If I call thee by Heaven and Earth with a God’s tumultu- ous might? If I curse thee or chide — Shalt thou tremble not, Thou ? Not move thee and hide From the light of my brow? Shall my arrows divide Not the heart of thee now? Art thou cased in strong iron to mock the spells that all others avow ? Art thou muffled or hidden In adamant brass? Is my music forbidden In Orcus to pass? Have I cursed thee and …

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1910 · PDF PAGE 54

The Winged Beetle

44 THE GARDEN OF JANUS For now that cosmic chaos of I AM Bursts like a bubble. Mystical The night comes down, a soaring wedge of flame Woven therein To be a sign to them who yet have never been. XXXI The universe I measured with my rod. The blacks were balanced with the whites ; Satan dropped down even as up soared God ; Whores prayed and danced with anchorites. So in my book the even matched the odd : No word I wrote Therein, but sealed it with the signet of the goat. XXXII This also I seal up. Read thou herein Whose eyes are blind ! Thou may’…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 159

The World’s Tragedy

I06 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. ISSA Yes, lad, yes. — Tinged through with many-coloured bitterness ! For as I lay this night of hateful heat, The blow-flies buzzing, the eternal bleat Of strayed sheep, the intense malefic hum Of the accurst mosquito, the far drum Of the winged beetle, the reiterate stings Of fouler vermin, the hot breath that brings The sunset’s garlic to the midnight’s rose, The red whore’s writhings, clutches swift to close On this worn limb, exact the woman-debt To the last mite, the cold grey glutinous sweat — These things, I say,…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 178

The World’s Tragedy

THE GREY NIGHT. I25 With me on either hand lie slain — Ah ! Never more to rise again ! — Virtue and beauty. Dark and dank, The low hill’s baked and barren bank ! There at my feet the glib scribe scrawls His flatulent gnostic caterwauls For gaping agapic festivals. By him the red-haired harlot sprawls, And the blotchy beast that suckled me Squats like a toad, and shamelessly Ogles the crowd of bystanders With those wicked glittering eyes of hers. Perched high above me the foul bird My father belches his lewd word, Triumphant in his scheme’s succ…

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