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1898 · PDF PAGE 62

White Stains

…r as the flames Of our hell fuse us into one wild soul : Then, one immaculate divinest whole, Plunge, fire, within all fire, dive far to death ; Till, like king Satan’s sympathetic breath, Burn on us as a voice from far above Strange nameless elements of fire and love ; And we, one mouth to kiss, one soul to lure, For ever, wedded, one, divine, endure Far from sun, sea, and spring from love or light, Imbedded in impenetrable night ;

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1901 · PDF PAGE 68

The Mother’s Tragedy

…eriod That makes all being God. PACHAD (desguised in the mask of a lion). I lift the censer. Hail, immortal queen, From the vast hall of death! Dead Horus cries Towards the dawn. Bid me awake, O mother! O mother! from the darkness of the tomb, That live Osiris may cry back to thee, O spouse! O sister! from the halls of life, The profound lake, the immeasurable depth, The sea of the three Loves! O mother, mother! Isis, the voice that even Ament hears,

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1901 · PDF PAGE 37

The Soul of Osiris

…assionless, grown tame, Grinned from behind her laughing head. “ Throw down that woman ! ” And my breath Caught as they flung her out to death. I think I died that moment. He, Foaming for vengeance and blood-lust, Laughed his coarse laugh of hideous glee. Her sweet bad body in the dust He trampled. Royal from the womb, A martyred murderess lacks a tomb ! A tigress woman, clad with sin, And shod with infamy, who pressed The bloody winepress of my skin, And plucked the purple of my breast— Her lovers in their hearts shall keep Her memory passiona…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 74

Orpheus

… and muse before the midnight calls. The darkness is most deep in hollow dells. There, blacker than Cocytus, lurk the shades Darker than death’s, more terrible than hell’s, Uttering unwritten words: the silent wells Keep their sweet secret till the morning maids Bring their carved pitchers to the moss-grown side. For now beyond, below the east, appears A hint as if a band, silvern and wide, The girdle of some goddess amber-eyed, Rose from the solemn company of the spheres 75

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1905 · PDF PAGE 80

Orpheus

…ring only now desire of rest, Not their old rapture: the warm violet eyes Melt into sweet hot tears: subtler the sighs Are interfused of death ; And the bright looks grow duller, And fear is mingled with love's ecstasies Again, and all her breath Fails, and the shape and colour Fade, fail, are lost in the sepulchral seas. F! SI

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1905 · PDF PAGE 113

Orpheus

… sound. A devil intertwining in my heart Its cold and hideous lust, a twiforked dart Even from the fatherly and healing hand— The double death without a counterpart 114

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1905 · PDF PAGE 152

Orpheus

…rings up again Bound to the wheel of speedless sense and pain, None loosing me. Past is the utter bliss ; Present the strong fact of the death, the stain Of the marred lives: I meditate awhile Not on the mere light of the girl, the smile Deepening down to the extremest kiss; Not of the long joys of the little isle Set in Ionian waters, where the years Passed, one long passion, too divine for tears, Too deep for laughter: but on that divine Sense beyond sense, the shadow of the spheres Lost in the all-pervading light of love: That bliss all pass…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 221

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

…mous secret of years ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grevious graft By the swing of her soul unsated. Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm of a sexless Owl, 211

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1909 · PDF PAGE 221

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

…mous secret of years ; The veil is hardly rent While the eyes rain stones for tears. So I clung to the lips and laughed As the storms of death abated, The storms of the grevious graft By the swing of her soul unsated. Wherefore reborn as I am By a stream profane and foul In the reign of a Tortured Lamb, In the realm of a sexless Owl, 211

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1913 · PDF PAGE 211

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…tting stiffly , his fingers on my pulse ... * THAT TWO PERSONS CANNOT BE ONE . THE years have judgement given . They have done Slowly to death the hope that was in me That I could fuse my life with life of thee Such life was withered e' er it had begun . Yea , when we thought our bodies ' love had won Our very souls from longing to be free , And we were one , as waves and deep are sea , Time knew he gave such glory unto none . O love of mine , if I may not be thou , If all myself was never mine to give , If lone as we were born , we lone must l…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 158

Little Poems in Prose

…and carriages frighten me; just now, as I was crossing the street in a great hurry, tip-toeing in the mud, across the moving chaos where Death arrives at a gallop from every side at once, my halo, in the course of a sharp move- ment, slipped from my hand into the mire of the street. I had not the courage to pick it up. I thought it less unpleasant to lose my decora- tions than to break my bones. And then I said to myself—’Every cloud has a silver lining; I shall now be able to walk about incognito; to do degrading things, give myself up to vice…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 169

Little Poems in Prose

XLIX DEATH TO THE POOR! FOR a fortnight I had shut myself up in my room, and had surrounded myself with the books that were fashionable at that time—I speak of sixteen or seventeen years ago; I mean the books in which is discussed the art of making everyone happy, wise, and rich, in twenty-four hours. I had then digested— swallowed, I suppose I should say—all the lu- cubrations of all these happiness-furnishers, both those who advise the poor to make them- selves slaves, and those who persuade them that they are all dethroned monarchs. You will…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 94

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…s ; Happy songs our love had made Ere the sun had sunk his fire, In the moonrise fall and fade, And the dregs of our desire Fall away to death ; Tears divide our labouring breath That our sister—O our sister ! Speak, Jephthah, speak! What ill has| Moon and sun and stars have kissed her ! fallen? Speak ! She must touch the lips of death, [Stlence. After a littl the Chorus of | Touch the lips whose coldness saith : Maidens understand, and break into) Thou art clay. wating, The old men gradually \ Let us fare away, away understand and fill the air…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 53

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…r flower. Like unto foam this body whoso sees, its mirage-nature comprehends aright, Breaking dread Mara’s flower-pointed shaft he goes, Death’s monarch shall not meet his sight. Like one who strayeth gathering flowers, is he who Pleasure lusteth on ; As the flood whelms the sleeping village, so Death snaps him—he is gone. Like one who strayeth gathering flowers is he whose thoughts to Pleasure cling ; While yet unsatisfied with lusts, there con- quereth him the Iron King. As the bee gathers nectar, hurts not the flower’s colour, its sweet smel…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 42

Ambergris

…the forehead of the deep Glow from his palace, as the sun Leaps to the spring, whose coursers run Flaming before their golden master, As death and winter and disaster Fall from the Archer’s bitter kiss Fast to their mute abyss. The pale sweet blooms of lotus burn ; The scent of spring is in the soul ; Men’s spirits to the loftiest turns ; Light is extended and made whole. The waters of the whispering Nile Lisp of their loves a little while, Then break, like songsters, into sighing, Because the lazy days are dying ; And swift and tawny streams m…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 103

Mortadello

… and other flowers. MORTADELLO. TILL heavy hangs the heat ; the sleepy waters swoon. October may repeat the menaces of June. ALESSANDRO. Death has a drum to beat to his eternal tune. MORTADELLO. Why, man, you’re gloomy still ; the weather’s cause enough. ALESSANDRO. No, highness, I am ill ; I have been crossed in love. MORTADELLO. Love’s easy to be won. ALESSANDRO. My lord, you find it so. It’s simple for the sun to set the field aglow ! But I’m a star obscure, fantastical, forsooth ! And how should I allure and catch capricious youth ? MORTADE…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 271

The Book of Thoth

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1961 · PDF PAGE 43

Liber Aleph

…accursed. Do thou with all thy Might of Manhood strive against these Forces, for they resist Change, which is Life: and thus they are of Death. c

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1907 · PDF PAGE 103

Collected Works (Vol. III)

IMAGES OF DEATH 97 Let song and cry leave tune and tone, Perish uncried and die unsung ! Nature, the monotonic moan Roared by the river, thunder alone :— The Hoang-Ho, its note, the monstrous Kung !2 Or let Kailasha’s ? godded peak Summon the oread and the gnome To leave their toils, the word to speak That shakes its azure-splitting dome With the reverberation—listen !—Aum ! Let olive fail, and mangostin ! O’erturn the dark forbidden draught ! Give me the taste, the taste unclean Of human flesh and blood that inean Some infinite horror to the l…

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1929 · PDF PAGE 122

Moonchild

…o fear of the result. He was also to create a semi-material ghost of Gates from the remains, and send it to the person who had dealt out death to that unlucky wizard. On his arrival at Naples, there was no difficulty in the way of the Black Lodge; the authorities were only too glad to return a formal verdict of death by misadventure, and to hand over the corpse to the rejoicing Vesquit. Gates had fortunately left memoranda, a rough diary of the various procedures hitherto adopted; so that Vesquit was not committed to the task of acquiring infor…

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