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1929 · PDF PAGE 71

Moonchild

life which she expected to follow. But she could not know why the old mystic was at so great pains (as he afterwards proved) to make every syllable of his discourse intelligible; for she had not heard his conference with Cyril Grey at the moment when Sister Cybele had called her. "Brother Cyril!" the old mystic had said, "I shall go on — I shall even put more than the necessary care into the work — as if this were victory and not defeat. "I tell you that you will never do anything yourself, still less anything for others, so long as you rely on…

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1928 · PDF PAGE 44

Little Poems in Prose

…ten to one of those concerts whose regimental music the people of Paris so enjoy. That was doubtless the little debauch of this innocent old woman, or shall I say of this puri- fied old woman; the well-earned consolation of one of these heavy, friendless days, conversa- tionless, joyless, bare of intimacy, these days which God let fall upon her since many days which God let fall upon her since many years may-be; three-hundred-and-sixty-five times in the year. And yet another. I can never prevent myself from casting a glance, if not wholly sympa…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 68

Ambergris

AMBERGRIS 59 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 sighing. Clouds drift across the sun for silken bowers. The moon is up—an hastening nymph ! I, dying, Await the Hours. And thou, Persephone, I know thy story, That I must taste the terror of thy wrong : How Hades ride across the promontory, Snatch my pale body in mid over-song, Drag me from sight of my Apollo’s glory With horses stron…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 103

The Scented Garden

… Islam means “ resignation ” or “ submission.” In wooing a lover your conquest is his ubmission, and your penis widens out his anus. The old sodomite is as keen to promulgate his vice as his religion, the dog !

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1907 · PDF PAGE 164

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…O Eurydice, It is not death : Be good to me! It cannot, must not be, Eurydice. Come back to me! . There is not one sweet sigh of all the old Let me as yet lament not! Let me stoop !— | sighs— Those eyelids droop | Open your eyes! Not with mere death, but dreams, Eurydice! Not one warm breath of the young breast: Come back to me! | no sleep | Could be so deep. O you that were my lover and my wife! The last pale lotus opens to the skies. Come back to life! | Open your eyes ! Come back, breathe softly from the breast of Lift the blue eyelids under…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 61

The Mother’s Tragedy

THE FATAL FORCE Within the gateway of the golden East To rule my fate; but I have conquered Fate Thus far, that I am perfect in myself, The absolute unity and triple power Engrafted. For the foolish people see An old grey woman, wicked, not divine, Who shall this hour assume the royal self And the old godhead, and the lithe strong limbs And supple loins and splendid bosom bare Full of bright milk, the breast of all the world. This lesser mastery I have made mine own By strange devices, by unheard-of ways Of wisdom, by strong sins, and magical R…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 173

The Star in the West

…t . I blame no weaklings , but decline To take their maunderings for mine .? We will now end the poet's utter contempt for this worn-out old creed with the following : Vex My soul no more with mistranslations From Genesis to Revelations , But leave me with the Flaming Star Jeheshua (see thou Zohar !) And thus our formidable Pigeon Lamb -and -old -Gentleman religion Fizzles in smoke , and I am found Attacking nothing 2 1 Sword of Song, Ascension Day, vol . ii , pp . 160, 161. ? Ibid . vol . ii, p. 162.

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1905 · PDF PAGE 148

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…ed husband. KHOMSU, ¢thezr son (dead). S’AFI, son of KHOMSU and RATOUM. THE KING OF SYRIA. AMENHATEP, High Priest. | Chorus of Priests. Soldiers of Egypt. Syrian Troops. SAFI. WuHy is thy back made stiff, unrighteous priest, Thy knee reluctant? Thine old eyes, grown blind, Stare into silence, and behold no god Longer. Thy forehead knows no reverence Nor sign of worship. Or sits mutiny Blasphemous on thy brows? For in thine eyes I see full knowledge, and some glittering fire Lurks in the rheumy corners ; yea, some fire Malignant, terrible—nay, p…

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1901 · PDF PAGE 49

The Mother’s Tragedy

…rils! For three times I cast Its faint dust in the tripod, and three times The smoke of adoration has gone up To greet our gods; for the old gods are dead.” Then there came forth a leper in the hall, In the most holy temple. So amazed All shrank. And he made prophecy and said: “The child that shall be born of thee is called Fear. He shall save a people from their sin; For the old gods indeed go down to death, But the new gods arise from rottenness.” Then said the goddess: “I indeed am pure In my impurity ; immaculate In misconception; maiden in…

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1910 · PDF PAGE 7

The World’s Tragedy

… Mc. Alpin had pierced with that same knotty lance. Nor shall I easily forget how we filled the tea-urn at the Brethrens’ tea-fight with old Mr. Sherrall’s castor-oil, to the discomfiture of the faith- ful, who were too polite to call the attention of the hostess to their interior pangs. Joyful too was the great tea at Mr. Nunnerley’s where we delayed the prayer meeting one whole hour by plying Mrs. Musty with avalanches of food after everyone else had finished. Ah joy ! as piglike she munched on ! while the hapless brethren (torn between impat…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 67

Mortadello

… their estates. A third could make us dance To a brick tune. MORTADELLO. The Jews—you said ? You saw the dog ? GABRIELE. Ay, bearded the old addlehead in Synagogue. MORTADELLO. He furnishes the loan ? GABRIELE. My lord his jaw snapped hard Like an old shark’s. “ I can’t afford it : times are hard :

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1907 · PDF PAGE 174

The Star in the West

…is quaffed greedily by all ; and how to some it tasteth as bitter as gall , and yet to others is as Falernian a hundred and twenty years old ; for that is the age of the cellar from out of which it was ta'en .

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1910 · PDF PAGE 162

The Winged Beetle

152 AN HYMN Let but our hearts hold brotherhood, And this they shall not take away. Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust. Stand ! and join hands ! and let us sing ! Shake out Old Glory to the skies ! With heart and hand defiant fling Our purpose against Destiny’s Ashes to ashes ? Dust to dust ? So let it be ! In God we trust.

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1913 · PDF PAGE 106

The Book of Lies

… even to the end Hath sworn that Love’s own corpse shall lie at noon Even in the coffin of its hopes, and spend All the force won by its old woe and stress In now annihilating Nothingness, This chapter is called Imperial Purple and A Punic War.

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1906 · PDF PAGE 151

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…s kill us, Love the God’s scourge? I refer you to Aeschylus! (Nay! that’s a slip! Say we “ Earth’s grim device, cool loss !—” Better the old Greek orthography !—Aischulos ! 14) Or, love be God’s champagne’s foam; death in man’s trough, hock lees, - Pathos our port’s beeswing ? what answers Sophocles? Brief, with love’s medicine let’s draught, bolus, globule us! 40 45 60 55 60 65 Wise and succinct bids, I think, Aristobulus.! Whether my Muse be Euterpe or Clio, Life, Death, and Love are all Batrachomyo !6— Machia, what? ho! old extinct Alcibiade…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 58

Why Jesus Wept

…ere, behind me ! Quick, if you love him ! MOLLY. I will see him safe. What is this danger ? CARRUTHERS. Danger of your sort. She mounts. Old Tyson comes out into the open. TYSON. Eh, less, wheer off noo ? MOLLY. Father ! Father ! CARRUTHERS. Now. Spurs on the horse. TYSON. What, ye’ll abdooct my darter ? CARRUTHERS. Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Gallops off.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 10

The Sword of Song

…ill us, Love the God’s scourge ? I refer you to Aeschylus ! (Nay ! that’s a slip ! Say we “Earth’s grim device, cool loss !—” Better the old Greek orthography !—Aischulos !14) Or, love be God’s cham pagne’s foam ; deat h i n m an’s trough, hock lees, Pathos our port’s beeswing ? what answers Sophocles ? Brief, with love’s medicine let’s draught, bolus, globule us ! Wise and succinct bids, I think, Aristobulus.15 Whether my Muse be Euterpe or Clio, Life, Death, and Love are all Batrachomyo16— Machia, what ? ho ! old extinct Alcibiades ? For me, …

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1919 · PDF PAGE 83

The Equinox (Volume III, Number I)

…sa. 3. Then the word of Adonai came unto me by the mouth of the Magister mine, saying: O heart that art girt about with the coils of the old serpent, lift up thyself unto the mountain of initiation! 4. But I remembered. Yea, Than, yea, Theli, yea, Lilith! these three were about me from of old. For they are one. 5. Beautiful wast thou, O Lilith, thou serpent-woman! 6. Thou wast lithe and delicious to the taste, and thy perfume was of musk mingled with ambergris. 7. Close didst thou cling with thy coils unto the heart, and it was as the joy of al…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 112

The Argonauts

…nt! I am undone by my own—— MEDEA. What! the work? ALCESTIS. Alas! Alas! the work! MEDEA. Thy father? ALCESTIS. Slain CHORUS. Ai Ai! the old man slain! MEDEA. Ai Ai! ALCESTIS. Ai Ai! MEDEA. The strong spell broken? ALCESTIS. Nay, but thoughts arose,

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1910 · PDF PAGE 189

The World’s Tragedy

I36 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. PUBLIUS Death was duty’s one divorcement. AGRIPPA Pooh ! The stern old Roman ! Fudge ! Even Horatio would budge. Kill that Jew, men ! A SOLDIER Heard and done. ISSA It is finished ! PUBLIUS Ill begun When the Roman virtue sleeps ! AGRIPPA Death, man ! See the tide that sweeps From his side, a pinkish flood Of foaming water mixed with blood. It swells; it washes all the hill —

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