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1901 · PDF PAGE 72

The Mother’s Tragedy

…hateful deeds, And so set free myself from my own fate, Whom I will smite to end the coil of things Here, to begin—what life? For Life I know Stands like a living sentinel behind The rugged barrier of death, the gates Where the rude valley narrows, and man hears The steep and terrible cataract of time Break, and lose shape and substance in the foam , And spray of an eternity of air! My death, and not my life, may crown me king! So let me not be buried in that state Due to the hateful rank that I abjure By this proud act, but let my monument Say…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 45

In Residence

…h sweet side of a maiden’s forelock worked into the semblance of a net. Mr Swinburne is a person who can’t say a thing straight out, you know. What we're driving at (a little obscurely, you’ll say) but certainly driving, driving furiously like Ahab or one of those 33

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1905 · PDF PAGE 81

Oracles

…d nor sad because it did not sleep ; But with calm eyes abode Patient, its leisure that galactic load, Abode alone, nor even rejoiced to know that it was God.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 148

Book 4 (Part II)

…d. Shame upon that Master who shirks any one of these practices, how- ever distasteful or useless it may be to him ! For in the detailed know- ledge of it, which experience alone can give him, may lie his opportunity for crucial assistance to a pupil. However dull the drudgery, it should be undergone. If it were possible to regret anything in life, which is fortunately not the case, it would be the hours wasted in fruitful practices which might have been more profitably employed on sterile ones : for NEMO ^ in tending his garden seeketh not to …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 157

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

… God . Henry . The righteous God -- Dives . God never fought ! Joscelyn . Hail, good and learned Dives . Tell us then Andrea . Aye, what know you of Him ? Dives . When battles cease He moves among the busy marts of men , Revealed in trade , prosperity and peace . When I was young I put my faith in war, And felt Him stir like battle in my heart; But manhood brought me wisdom and I saw God in the subtle contest of the mart . He loves the man of square and stubborn power , Who bides in concentrated watchfulness The perfect moment of the perfect ho…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 41

Little Poems in Prose

…ore vast and more refined. Those who found colleges, who teach peoples, missionary priests exiled to the end of the earth, without doubt know something of these mysterious intoxications, and in the bosom of the vast family which their genius has made for themselves, they must sometimes laugh at those who compassionate them for their troubled fortune and for their life so chaste.

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1928 · PDF PAGE 122

Little Poems in Prose

…- tively; in his eye and upon his brow there sate some precocious hint of doom, a thing which generally disarms, so to say, and which, I know not why, excited me to the point that for an instant I had a bizarre idea that I might have a brother unknown to myself. The sun was set. The solemn night was fal- ling; the children parted, each one going, un- known to himself, the prey of chance and cir- cumstance, to ripen his destiny, to scandalize his neighbours, to gravitate towards glory or towards shame.

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1961 · PDF PAGE 68

Liber Aleph

…, Creator and Transmitter of thine own Energy, needest not to ask whether by this or by some other Means thou performest thy Work. Yet I know not why this Æthyr of the Mathematicians and the Physicians should not be one with the Astral Light, or Plastic Medium or Aub, Aud, Aur (these three being a Trinity) of which our own Sages have spoken. And this Meditation may bring forth much Knowledge physical, which is good, for that which is above is like that which is beneath, and the Study of any Law leadeth to the Understanding of all Law. So mayst …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 30

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… Through night and sleep and love to all the dreams of day. Love, sleep, and death ! The three that melt together, mingle so Man may not know The little change of breath (Caught sigh that love desires,) When love grows sleep, and sleep at last in death expires. © lamp of love! The hissing spray shall jet thee with desire And foaming fire, And fire from thee shall move Her spirit to devour, And fuse and mingle us in one transcendent hour. Godhead is less Than mortal love, the garland of the spheres, Than those sweet tears That yield no bitternes…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 86

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ope you will sigh once !—and then you will forget, and laugh, and go back to your old life. Ah! what can I think of all this? BLANCHE. I know what you must think, Monsieur de Beaulieu; you dare not say it—but you wrong me. Oh! before God, you wrong me. DENYS. [Distressed.| Don’t! Don’t! BLANCHE, Do yield: do marry me! Let me tell you how it all came about—you are so brave and young and handsome—I will not have you die. DENYS. You seem to think I stand in great fear of death. BLANCHE. [Flushes at thts boyish rudeness.) But J will not have you di…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 136

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…I was kissed. Some breath from thy music hath bound me ; Some tune from thy lyre hath found me. Thy words are as rushing of fire ; But I know not the lilt of thy lyre :— Thy voice is as deep as the sea ; Thy music is darkness to me. CALLIOPE. Child of Thracian sire, on me begotten,. Knowest thou not the laughter and the life ? Knowest thou not how all things are for- gotten, — . | Being with a maiden wife ? How a subtle sense of inmost being Wraps thee in, and cuts the world away ; Sight and sound lose hearing and lose seeing, All the night is …

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1898 · PDF PAGE 49

Jephthah

… stud them all. What sayest thou, O wisest of our race, Ahinoam, the aged priest of God, , Who weighest out the stars with balances, And knowest best of men the heart of man? AHINOAM. Ye are as children, and nowise your tongues Speak sense. I never hear your voice but know Some geese are gabbling. Sing to him perchance! The voice of old men is a pleasant thing. CHORUS. What say ye, brethren, shall we sing to him Some sweet low ditty, or the louder pean?

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1903 · PDF PAGE 15

The God-Eater

… God. Maurya. Oh! Oh! Have I done amiss? Am I not Criospa. Stop, don’t! [Aside.] I must be man—tut ! tut !— [Aloud.| Why, little sister, know Those whom we worship as our gods are gods. The power is mine: that art no skill resists. No God dethrones himself ; none can. Will he, nill he, God must be God: it 1s a luckless fate for a girl’s dower, a thankless way for a maiden’s feet. Maurya. Why, then, am I not the Goddess Maurya?

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1911 · PDF PAGE 95

The Equinox (Volume I, Number V)

…ar? And Othman? And Akbar? And Mohammed? LAYLAH. Peace. What news? MESSENGER. Sidi Omar is hurt, LAYLAH. And Sliman? MESSENGER. 1 do not know, princess. LAYLAH. Get forth, back to the fight. Reward him, ye! FATMA. Reward for such bad news! What is the world coming to? In my young days— LAYLAH. Such withered weeds were burnt. FATMA. Alas, Sidi Omar! The strong, the brave, the comely! He is dead, he is dead. LAYLAH. Hurt, said the messenger. LEDMIYA. Now comes another from the fight, riding hard. He bears a fair—haired child across the saddle. Oh, …

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1911 · PDF PAGE 95

The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

…ar? And Othman? And Akbar? And Mohammed? LAYLAH. Peace. What news? MESSENGER. Sidi Omar is hurt, LAYLAH. And Sliman? MESSENGER. 1 do not know, princess. LAYLAH. Get forth, back to the fight. Reward him, ye! FATMA. Reward for such bad news! What is the world coming to? In my young days— LAYLAH. Such withered weeds were burnt. FATMA. Alas, Sidi Omar! The strong, the brave, the comely! He is dead, he is dead. LAYLAH. Hurt, said the messenger. LEDMIYA. Now comes another from the fight, riding hard. He bears a fair—haired child across the saddle. Oh, …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 209

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…g , in some half - choking words , to bless , And say “ Let winds and waves all kindly be ." But oh, when you leave England on your lea, Know there are tears ' tis folly to repress , And there 's a kind of sudden loneliness That comes to those who watch the coast - line flee . But I was born to see my ships set sail , And sit at home and shiver in the gale . And I was born to see my loved ones go, And set my hopes a- sail through mist and rain , Knowing that love , which burns at parting so, Shall be a light to draw them home again . * THE PRAY…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 212

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…ges of so doing, see the ap- pended Jataka story, which I have just trans- lated from a Cingalese Palm-leaf MS. See Appendix I. 228, You know for me, etc.*®8—See Huxley, Hume, 199, 200. 239. Spirit and matter are the same.*’—See Huxley's reply to Lilly. 273. ‘‘Lam notwhat Isee.” ®—In Memoriam. But see H. Spencer, ‘‘Principles of Psycho- logy,’ General Analysis, ch. vi. 281. ‘'' Tis lotused Buddha.” 39— “ Hark! that sad groan! Proceed no further ! Tis laurelled Martial roaring murther.” —BUuRNS, Epigram. But Buddha cannot really roar, since he h…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 189

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… TILE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST LOVE’S WISDOM. THERE is a sense of passion after death. Passion for death, desire to kiss the scythe, All know, whose limbs in envious glory writhe, And lie exhausted, mingling happy breath. * Could [end so—thismoment !? Lingereth The lazy gaze halfanournful and half blithe. But there’s another, when the body dieth -- Hast thou no knowledge what the carcase saith ? I watched all night by my dead Jover’s bed. I saw the spirit; heard the motionless Lips part in uttering a supreme caress : **T care not or for life or…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 129

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ernal calm, Chill hatred,- wrap her in their poisonous cold. She careth not, but doth disdainly hold Three scourges for man’s soul, that know no balm. They know not any cure. The first is Life, A well of poison. Sowing dust and dung Over men’s hearts, the second scourge, abuve All shameful deeds, is Lying, from whose tongue Drops Envy, wed with Hatred, to sow Strife. These twain are bitter; but the last is Love. THE RAPE OF DEATH. ARGUMENT.—Sir Godfrey, a knight of Nor- mandy, leapeth into a light vessel of Jarl Hungard, while they sit at feast…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 248

Confessions of Aleister Crowley

…in themselves mere varieties of breathing, yet one helps to make "hag", and the other "hog" --- one "cot", and the other "cat". Unless I know the consonants I cannot tell whether I need an "a" or an "o". Now this perception is obvious to everybody, yet everybody acts as if he knew exactly what would be the result of writing "a" instead of "o", assuming that he is free to choose which he will do --- which he isn't. But I bring this principle into my life; it governs me in every action outside my regular reflexes. I am really aware that I do not …

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