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1907 · PDF PAGE 57

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ing its pure part Of that voluptuous heart Of hidden happiness ! 2. Arise, strong bow of the young child Eros ! (While the maddening moonlight, the memoried caress Stolen of the scented rose Stirs me and bids each racing pulse ache, ache !) Bend into an agony of art Whose cry is ever rapture, and whose tears For their own purity’s undivided sake Are molten dew, as, on the lotus leaves Silver-coiled in the Sun Into green-girdled spheres Purer than all a maiden’s dream enweaves, Lies the unutterable beauty of The Waters. Yea, arise, divinest dove…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 34

The Book of Thoth

…hrough the Infinite Energy, Sakti. The system begins therefore with Ain— Nothing, Ain Soph—Without Limit, and Ain Soph Aur—the Limitless Light. One may now proceed to imagine any point in this “light”, to select it for observation; the fact of doing so makes it Positive. This gives the number 1, which is called Kether, the Crown. The other numbers arise by reason of the necessity of thought, as explained in the fol‐ lowing table: THE NAPLES ARRANGEMENT2 61=0. 61+146=0 as Undefined (Space). 61+146+207=0 as basis of Possible Vibration. 1. The Poi…

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1944 · PDF PAGE 134

The Book of Thoth

…hold, The Arrow! The plumes of Maat are its crown, set about the disk. It is the Ateph crown of Thoth, and there is the shaft of burning light, and beneath there is a silver wedge. I shudder and tremble at the vision, for all about it are whorls ,and torrents of tempes‐ tuous fire. The stars of heaven are caught in the ashes of the flame. And they are all dark. That which was a blazing sun is like a speck of ash. And in the midst the Arrow burns! the I see that the crown of the Arrow is the Father of all Light, and shaft of the Arrow is the Fat…

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1903 · PDF PAGE 33

The God-Eater

…e and tall, Beautiful, make a beautiful murmur, move, In infinite musical labyrinths about. Them doth the soul of love inhabit, them The light of wisdom doth inform, them peace Hath marked and sealed her own. But on their lips e

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1913 · PDF PAGE 45

Book 4 (Part II)

…ure golden colour; and when placed upon the skin it should burn and thrill through the body with an intensity as of fire. It is the pure light translated into terms of desire. It is not the Will of the Magician, the desire of the lower to reach the higher ; but it is that spark of the higher in the Magician which wishes to unite the lower with itself. Unless therefore the Magician be first anointed with this oil, all his work will be wasted and evil. D

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1913 · PDF PAGE 139

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

…ar to star , And I had flung my sight Beyond all barrier of the azure haze , The garment of the days , Which the sun weaves of shattered light and air The sun deceives , Darkness alone all secrets doth declare . Not when the heart is glad and swells with loud Paean of youth , Or triumph of maturer years , Can it draw near to knowledge . Tears And sorrow , sorrow , are the soul of truth . Not because all is sadness Inevitably : the joys that do obscure Are no less real Than sorrows which reveal ; But joy the spendthrift reckons not in pence The …

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1899 · PDF PAGE 105

Jephthah and Other Mysteries

…st go forth together, not to part. O perfect heart ! O little heart that beats to mine, away Before the day Ring out the tocsin for our flight! My ship Is keen to dip Her plunging forehead in the silvering sea. To-morrow we Shall be so far away, and then to-morrow Shall shake off sorrow, And be to-morrow and not change for ever : No dawn shall sever The sleepy eyelids of the night, no eve Shall fall and cleave - The blue deep eyes of day. Your hand, my queen! Look down and lean Your whole weight on me, then leap out, as light As swallow’s fligh…

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1899 · PDF PAGE 68

Tale of Archais

…oodlihead and grace Of maiden magic ; her delicious face Grew more and more upon the hero’s sight, Till all the hut was filled with rosy light,

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1902 · PDF PAGE 112

Tannhäuser

…It doth repent Me, having made mankind! Let her be known a little while, and then A little while a stranger. Dumb and blind, Deaf to the Light and Breath of Me be men ! She is become an harlot's bed, the home And dwelling of the fallen one ! Arise ! Ye heavens, ye lower serving skies ! Beneath My dome Serve ye the lofty ones. The Governors, Them shall ye govern. Cast the fallen down ! Bring forth with them that are Fertility's ! Destroy the rotten ! Let no shores Remain in any number ! Add and crown. Diminish and discrown, until the stars Be nu…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 119

Ambergris

…nace of tremulous blue ; We stood on the mystical brink Of the day as it sprang to us through The veil of the night, And the babe of the light Was begotten in the caves of the dew.

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1910 · PDF PAGE 52

The Winged Beetle

…, into the wanton wild ! XXV This child hath not one hair upon his head, But he hath wings instead of ears. No eyes hath he, but all his light is shed Within him on the ordered spheres Of nature that he hideth ; and in stead Of mouth he hath One minute point of jet ; silence, the lightning path ! XXVI Also his nostrils are shut up ; for he Hath not the need of any breath ; Nor can the curtain of eternity Cover that head with life or death So all his body, a slim almond tree, Knoweth nor bough Nor branch nor twig nor bud, from never until now.

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1914 · PDF PAGE 6

Chicago May

… Pure hate is like pure love, a calm, a flow Of the pure spirit in a single stream; No wave disturbs its depth ; no gleam or glow Of any light dares break on its supreme Annihilation of all less desires, ‘One dark fire that absorbs all shining fires. So I lie still, and hate, and hate, and hate This guzzling sow with the loose bulging belly And sagging teats, whom fate has made my mate, 1g mass of nastiness, this jelly

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1919 · PDF PAGE 279

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…n And unknown, Thou aloof, alone, Thou, the true fire within the seed Brooding and breeding, source and seed Of life, love, liberty, and light, Thou beyond speech and beyond sight, Thee I invoke, my faint fresh fire Kindling as mine intents aspire. Thee I invoke, abiding one, Thee, centre and secret of the Sun, And that most holy mystery Of which the vehicle am I. 265

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1905 · PDF PAGE 260

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…mony, the oneness of the Whole. This task Vain, The Star of the Unconquered This was my purpose. Ah vain! Will Centred its vehemence and light, to stain In one successful strain The stainless sphere of the unchangeable, With its own passionate, desperate breath Ever confronting the dark gate of Death. I passed that gate! O pitiful! The same Mystery holds me, and the flame Of Life stands up, unbroken citadel, Beyond my sight, vague, far, intangible. Broken are will, and witchery, and prayer. Remains the life of earth, which is but hell, Destiny’…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 295

The Equinox (Volume I, Number I)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING a cubical altar. In his left hand, which points downwards, he holds a lighted torch, and in his right hand, which is elevated, a horn of water. The cubical Altar represents the Universe. The whole figure shows the gross generating powers of nature on the material plane, and is analogous to the Pan of the Greeks and the Egyptian Goat of Mendes. As his hands bear the torch and the horn, the symbols of Fire and Water, so does his form unite the Earth in his hairy and bestial aspect, and the Air in his bat-like wings.…

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1909 · PDF PAGE 295

The Equinox (Volume I, Number II)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING a cubical altar. In his left hand, which points downwards, he holds a lighted torch, and in his right hand, which is elevated, a horn of water. The cubical Altar represents the Universe. The whole figure shows the gross generating powers of nature on the material plane, and is analogous to the Pan of the Greeks and the Egyptian Goat of Mendes. As his hands bear the torch and the horn, the symbols of Fire and Water, so does his form unite the Earth in his hairy and bestial aspect, and the Air in his bat-like wings.…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 123

The Mother’s Tragedy

… I went Over the mountains — how the Northwind blustered !— And slew with them the beast, and was content. The madness. Oh! the dreadful light that lustred The main event. Ay! the wild whirlings in the woodland reaches; The ghastly smile upon the Stone God’s lip; The rigid tremors, anguish that beseeches From eye to eye fresh fervours of the whip ; The mounded moss below the swaying beeches— Kiss me and clip! Why! the old madness grows !—how feebly lying Smooth by this bay where waves are tender flowers. Winds, soft as the old kisses were, are …

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1905 · PDF PAGE 25

Orpheus

More light than the Sun; I am blinded, Sink, tremble, am lost in the sea. | The voice of thy singing descended, Rolled round me and wrapped me in mist, Some sense of thy being, borne splendid ; I dreamed, I desired, 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. Str. B CALLIOPE Child of Thracian sire, on me begotten, Knowest thou not the laughter and the life? Kno…

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1913 · PDF PAGE 211

Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Aelfrida Tillyard . Of light . Sudden a laugh, and a quick patter Of footsteps overhead. The children wake ! The ebbing river ceased its drowsy flow , I saw the angel spread his sombre wings , And he was gone . Op ' ning my eyes , I saw Dim faces round me , and there the doctor Sitting 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 …

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1913 · PDF PAGE 197

The Equinox (Volume I, Number IX)

…he slow-falling night Over the fields with dusk and dew, with dusk and dew, there flees A dying echo, faint and dim, fleeing towards the light; Sombre streams cry mournfully in the sighing breeze With the rustling trees. 159

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