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1910 · PDF PAGE 24

The Winged Beetle

…like a shaken sheaf of snow With a brief gust of wind Over the cliffs of his ensanguine throne ; Seating ourselves thereon, as men shall know, Above soul, spirit, heart, thought, being, mind, All—but most irrevocably entwined And irrevocably alone. XV There was a boy with O ! the face of dawn, The mother-of-pearl that shimmered on his skin. The breasts like golden roses circling red, The limbs like limbs of a young fawn For litheness—O ! for innocence of sin His eyes burned wondrous bright, his sun-crowned head Danced with its sweet and sacred …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 120

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…deed is beautiful,” he said, “ And only those who live here all their lives Passing their days in quiet harmony With the old walls , can know its charm to the full . And is it chance that mathematics here Has found its chiefest home ? From Newton down , Our greatest have preferred old x and y To the haunting music of Euripedes . Who live mid beauty , still must beauty seek . And Mathematics just for beauty 's sake We follow ." " Come , you surely jest !” I cried . “ A humble aid to physics perhaps , it is, A help to many , a great discovery Tha…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 29

Tale of Archais

… the last of Titans, his loose hair Tangled in roses ; while his heart and mind Broken and yet imperishable, blind, Hateful, desire they know not what, and turn Lastly to pray for death ; his wild eyes burn, And bitter tears divide his doubtful breath. So grew his anguish to accomplish death, Had not the goddess with the rosy shoon Stooped o’er the silver surface of the moon To touch his brow with slumber, like a kiss Whose dreams perfused the name of Archais, Till the sweet odour dulled his brain, and sleep Loosened his limbs, most dreamless a…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 147

Orpheus

I know he wills me to remain Woman.” ‘“ How frivolous and vain, O Zeus,” I cried, “ art thou to rise Out of Olympus’ ecstasies! Omnipotent! but to control The first breath of a human soul !—” The thunder rolled through heaven again, Void was the spring-delighted plain Of that gigantic phantasy. I turned to my Eurydice Even as she turned. The faint breath glows,— The lightning of a living rose. The bright eyes gleam—night’s spotless stars Glimmering through folded nenuphars. The red mouth moves, still to the word: “Yes, love!” and “yes, love!” T…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 39

The Equinox (Volume I, Number III)

… do you mean?” he queried, vexed and puzzled. “Am I to take it that you had the intention—that you were prepared... ?” “Go on.” “T don’t know.” “T will be,” she said, repressing a merry chuckle, “ quite outspoken. I was preparedto...donothing. Had you formu- lated some reasonable request . . . well, it might have ended otherwise. But marriage! Whom do you take me for?” And the lady—she was dark-haired—whistled to her favourite monkey, a reddish animal, who bounded on her lap. Lionel Tabard left them both, in their inspiring contrast; never unfr…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 39

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IV)

… do you mean?” he queried, vexed and puzzled. “Am I to take it that you had the intention—that you were prepared... ?” “Go on.” “T don’t know.” “T will be,” she said, repressing a merry chuckle, “ quite outspoken. I was preparedto...donothing. Had you formu- lated some reasonable request . . . well, it might have ended otherwise. But marriage! Whom do you take me for?” And the lady—she was dark-haired—whistled to her favourite monkey, a reddish animal, who bounded on her lap. Lionel Tabard left them both, in their inspiring contrast; never unfr…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 200

Moonchild

…eye sees indeed, but you, not; because you have not been trained to see them for what they are. See Capri in the morning sun! How do you know it is an island, not a dream, or a cloud, or a sea-monster? Only by comparison with previous knowledge and experience. You can only see things that are already in your own mind — or things so like them that you can adjust yourself to the small percentage of difference. But you cannot observe or apprehend things that are utterly unfamiliar except by training and experience. How does the alphabet look to yo…

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1930 · PDF PAGE 50

Magick in Theory and Practice (Section 2)

Angel. Moreover, it is to abandon the only person who really knows, and really cares, in favour of one who by the nature of the case, must be ignorant1 of the essence of the matter — one whose interest in it is no more (at the best) than that of a well- meaning stranger. It should go without saying that until the Magician has attained to the Knowledge and Conversation of his Holy Guardian Angel he is liable to endless déceptions. He does not know Himself; how can he explain his business to others ? How can those others, though they do their bes…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 222

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ge of that virgin was on this wise: She had three arrows, yet but two flanks, and the wise men said that who knew two was three,! should know three was cight,” if the circle were but squared; and this also one day shall ye know, my Brethren! And she gave him the great and perfect gift of Magic, so that he fared forth right comely and well-provided. Now at that great wedding was a Suggler,® a riddler: for he said, ‘‘ Thou hast beasts: I will give thee weapons one for one.” For the Lion did our Father win a little fiery wand like a flame, and for…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 238

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…the ceasing from existence is the ceasing of sorrow (the third); and you would seek in the fourth the Way, the Noble Eightfold Path. ‘‘T know, O Arahats, that you do not need this instruction: but my words will not stay here: they will go forth and illuminate the whole system of ten thousand worlds, where Arahats do not grow on every tree. Little brothers, the night is fallen: it were well to sleep.”’

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1919 · PDF PAGE 82

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

… and I have journeyed unto Thee, and it availed me not. 60. I waited patiently, and Thou wast with me from the beginning. 61. This now I know, O my beloved, and we are stretched at our ease among the vines. 62. But these thy prophets; they must cry aloud and scourge themselves; they must cross trackless wastes and unfathomed oceans; to await Thee is the end, not the be- ginning. 63. Let darkness cover up the writing! Let the scribe depart among his ways. 64. But thou and I are stretched at our ease among the vines; what is he? 65. O Thou belove…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 90

Little Poems in Prose

XXVI POOR FOLKS’ EYES AH, you would like to know why I hate you to-day; it would doubtless be less easy for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I think, the finest example of feminine denseness that one might meet in a long day’s march. We had passed a long day together which had seemed short to me; we had promised ourselves that we should have all our thoughts in common, and that thenceforward our two souls should be no more than one. A dream which has nothing original about it, after all, unless it be that, imagines by all …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 84

Orpheus

…ernity, beyond beginning; Sandalled with wings, Eternity’s; the end Far beyond sight of striving soul or sinning; Ourselves see not, nor know, nor comprehend. Reeling from chaos, unto Chronos winning, Devoured of Him our Father and our friend, This is our life, lead winged or footed golden : We pass, and each of other is unbeholden. Ranged in dim spectral order and procession, We span man’s thought, we limit him in time ; None of the souls of earth have had possession Of larger loves or passions more sublime. Where the night-caverns hide our so…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 100

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…s heard a sixfold chime of bells. The warders spring to their feet. JuLian. Hail, Brother! Wake thy chorus of young voices, That men may know how innocence rejoices. JOVIAN. So mote it be. And thou in turn devise Response of slumberous antiphonies. 1st Semi-chorus. Night is nigh; the velvet veil Drawn on day the faery-frail ! Sleep, O sleep, our angel eyes Woo thy kiss with symphonies Hushed to lowlier lullabies| 2nd Semi-chorus. Brethren, was the battle long? All’s assuaged for evensong. Here the God is in his shrine: Here the golden Bough div…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 100

The Equinox (Volume I, Number X)

…s heard a sixfold chime of bells. The warders spring to their feet. JuLian. Hail, Brother! Wake thy chorus of young voices, That men may know how innocence rejoices. JOVIAN. So mote it be. And thou in turn devise Response of slumberous antiphonies. 1st Semi-chorus. Night is nigh; the velvet veil Drawn on day the faery-frail ! Sleep, O sleep, our angel eyes Woo thy kiss with symphonies Hushed to lowlier lullabies| 2nd Semi-chorus. Brethren, was the battle long? All’s assuaged for evensong. Here the God is in his shrine: Here the golden Bough div…

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1922 · PDF PAGE 169

Diary of a Drug Fiend

…me alive in the dust, Brazen shame like a flame, An orgy of pregnant pollution With hate beyond aim or name— Orgasm, death, dissolution! Know you now why her eyes So fearfully glaze, beholding Terrors and infamies Like filthy flowers unfolding? Laughter widowed of ease, Agony barred from sadness, Death defeated of peace, Is she not madness ? She waits for me, lazily leering, As moon goes murdering moon ; The moon of her triumph is nearing ; She will have me wholly soon.

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1929 · PDF PAGE 27

Moonchild

…ousness, took occasion to remark that the last time he had been spilt out of a boat was in Byron's Pool — "above Cambridge, England, you know" — and proceeded to relate the entire story of his adventure. He passed from one story to another, quite indifferent to the tumult on the boat, and ended by transporting the minds of the others far from the ice of the Atlantic to the sunny joys of the May Week at Cambridge. He had got everybody worked up as to what would happen after "First shot just before Ditton, and missed by half a blade; Jesus washed…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 21

The Mother’s Tragedy

….” Some one circumstance: “At last That, and its effects, are past.” Some one terror—subtle foe !— “‘T have laid that spectre low!” They know not, learn not, cannot calculate How subtly Fate Weaves its fine mesh, perceiving how to wait, Or how accumulate

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1901 · PDF PAGE 121

The Soul of Osiris

…f the Highest shall be set On your white heads, O monarchs of the snow ! The blessing of the Highest, lightening yet The burdens that ye know. So, as three golden arrows of the sun Strike, may the threefold sacrament be One !

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1904 · PDF PAGE 127

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…sses. The silky stream is hot : it hisses Between the farts that mumble slow Out of the sticky bum. God misses A lot of fun. He doth not know How urine lubricateth kisses. My cock doth stand : my spunk doth flow When Celia pisses. V When Celia tucks, my giant tool Goes in and out with mighty clucks : My work’s cut out, sir, as a rule When Celia fucks. Worn by prolonged attempts on ducks, Weary of goats and boys, I school With rods the unwilling slave : it plucks [129]

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