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1905 · PDF PAGE 44

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… its fancies weave— ‘ancies Of starlight on the lucent sea Gleaming from wide horizon to the feet Of Cynthia’s bow, all silver-shot with fire, That virgin fame that lingers evermore In the sweet phantasies of subtle sleep— Ifancies of lonely shadows darkly strewn About the leaves of autumn in the woods, Where the small floweret, hidden by the maze Of the dying children of the copper-beech, Lifts a blue forehead to the sun to kiss— Fancies of old romance too pitiful lor any delicate quill to ight upon-- Yes, when the sky from stainless ebony Mer…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 49

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…turn toward Sodom any more, Lest its ripe glades of fruit waft up their scent, And draw me to them, what time heavens pour Brimstone and fire from out the firma- ment, And all my substance in its fall be spent ; Lest I lie there beneath a barren sea Forgotten of high God, until there went The final trumpet of the dead, who flee Vainly that fearful blast of judgment. is me! Woe My feet, in spite of me, in circles bend ; I meet my own tracks often, all in vain I seek some tower or cliff to make an end,! I find no object on the distant plain ; Mis…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 150

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…s woman whose magician power Is broken, and the balance of her mind Made one with the fool's bauble, and her wand, That was of steel and fire, like a reed, snapped! SAFI. So lived my father. ‘Tell me of his death. AMENHATED. At thy first breath the gods were patient still, Till the abomination filled its cup, And hatred took her heart. She slew thy sire, And made his body the banquet of her sin In the infernal temple. ‘‘ So,” she said, ‘*T reap the incarnation of the god.” So, gloomy and hideous, she would prowl about Seeking fresh human feasts…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 28

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…lory of thy chanted Music that thrilled the hearts of men, and haunted Life to adore thee ! Cleanse thou our market-places misbegotten ! Fire in my heart and music to my pzan Lend, that my song bow, past the empyrean, Phoebus, before thee ! All the old worship in this land is broken ; Yet on my altar burns the ancient censer, Frankincense, saffron, galbanum, intenser ! Ornaments glisten. Robes of thy colour bindme for thy token. My voice is fuller in thine adoration. Thine image holds its god-appointed station. Lycian, listen ! My prayers more …

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1907 · PDF PAGE 218

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… strong to achieve, to forsake her ; He is death as it clings to desire, Ah, woe to the Earth! If he wake her, Air, water and spirit and fire Rush in to uproot her and break her :— Yet he is the broken ; the pyre, And the flame and the victim; the maker, And master and sire! And all that is, is force. A fatal and witless course It follows without remorse With never an aim. Caught in the net we strive ; We ruin, and think we thrive ; And we die—and remain alive :— And Pan is our name! For the misery catches and winds us Deep, deep in the endless…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 13

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… The forehead’s temple with the frown, When gravitation’s arrow shoots, And stockings happen to slip down. You are my heart: the central fire Whereby my being burns and moves, The mainspring of my life’s desire, The essential engine that approves The will to live : and these frail friends, The women I shall draw you, fail Of more importance to earth’s ends | Than to my hfe a finger-nail. "Twere pain, no doubt, were torn away One, a minute distemperature.

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1907 · PDF PAGE 22

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…ast on eagle wings, and the silence is here at last. The last low wail of the lyre, be it soft with a tear For the children of earth and fire that have brought us here. Give praise, O masterful maid, to Nina, and all as they die! The moon makes blackest of shade: the star’s in the swarthiest sky. | Be silent, O radiant martyr! Let the world fade slowly afar! | But—had it not been for the Garter, I might never have seen the Star. ON OTN ATNOOQN ETZEBEIZ TOTTON EQ POAON! KATAITEAAQ ZOI 1 The quotation is altered from Acts xvii. 23, ‘‘ Whom theref…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 90

The Sword of Song

…Eli, lama sabachthani ! (For wit ye well, there be two Arcana therein.) Then saith the sixth virgin openly : Power lieth in the river of fire. And our Father laughed aloud and answered : I am come from the waterfall. So at that the seventh virgin came forth: and her countenance was troubled. The seventh riddle : The oldest said to the most beautiful: What doest thou here ? 1 This is obscure. 2 0 + 1 + 2 + . . . + 21 = 231. 3 The Sepiroth. 4 The m aiden ( Malkuth) is blind ( unredeemed). Answer : She shall be what she doth not, i.e., see. She sh…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 82

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…My open spirit by their influence, And taught imine ears to catch no doubtful sound Of prophecy, but fix it in my mind, A lambent liquid fire of poetry Full of all meaning as the very stars. Yet of my own life they have never breathed One chilly word of fear, or one divine Roseate syllable of hope and joy. Still less of love. For no sweet life of love Lies to my hand, but I am bound by Fate To the strong compulsion of the sword; my lips Shall fasten on my wife’s not much; nor those Pure lips of innocent girlhood that call me Father ; but my lip…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 23

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…nd wan Women have fear—in strength of justice, I {lis vain fierce fury do this hour defy !” There shot through Heaven an awful tongue of fire, Attended by its minister, the dire Black thunder. In clear accents, cold and chill, There sounded: ‘‘ Boldest mortal, have thy will! I do reverse the doom of Archais And lay it on thyself; nor ever this Shall lift its curse from off thee, this I swear.” And Cypris looked upon him and was ware ITis form did change, and, writhing from her clasp, Fled hissing outward, a more hateful asp Than India breeds to…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 106

Collected Works (Vol. I)

… with the frost were white. And lo! between the mountains there uprose The winter sun; and all the forest glows, And the frost burns hke fire before my eyes, While the white breeze awoke with slum- berous sighs And stirred the branches of the pine; it knows, t surely knows how weary are the wise! Even my horse my sorrow understands, Would turn and bear me to those western lands ; In love would turn me back ; in love would bring My thirsty lips to the one perfect spring— My iron soul upon my trembling hands Tad its harsh will ; my bitterness was…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 96

The Sword of Song

…on Ozoz, the back left part of the skull ; To the demon Olcot,1 the back right part of the skull ; To ten thousand myriads of spirits of fire, each one hair ; To ten thousand myriads of spirits of water, each one hair; To ten thousand myriads of spirits of earth, each one hair ; To ten thousand myriads of spirits of air, each one hair ; To the archangel Zazelazel, the brain ; To the angel Usbusolat, the medulla ; To the demon Ululomis, the right nostril ; To the angel Opael, the left nostril ; To the spirit Kuiphiah, the membrane of the nose ; …

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1944 · PDF PAGE 83

The Book of Thoth

…ascribed to one or more of these Gunas: Tamas is darkness, inertia, sloth, ignorance, death and the like; Rajas is energy, excite‐ ment, fire, brilliance, restlessness; Sattvas is calm, intelligence, hicidity and balance. They cor‐ respond to the three principal Hindu castes. One of the most important aphorisms of Hindu philosophy is: “the Gunas revolve”. This means that, according to the doctrine of continual change, nothing can remain in any phase where one of these Gunas is predominant; however dense and dull that thing may be, a time will c…

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1906 · PDF PAGE 108

Collected Works (Vol. II)

…tly turned, evaded these, And chose two oxen from that monstrous herd To whose vast heads he strode, and by the horns Plucked them. Then fire, devouring, sprang at him From furious nostrils: and indignant breath, Fountains of seething smoke, spat forth at him. But with no tremor of aught that seemed like fear Drew them by sheer strength from their place, and yoked Their frenzy to his plough, and with the goad Urged them, thrice trampling the accursed field Until the furrows flamed across the sun, Treading whose glory stood Apollo’s self As witn…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 10

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…e have lost for—this ! What fool exclaims—‘‘to lose!”? To lose ? Ay ! earth and heaven for one small kiss ! But he shall sing beside our fire The epic of the world’s desire; How Freedom fares, how Art yet revels Sane in the dance of dogs and devils. His thunder voice shall climb and crash, Scourge liars with tongue’s lightning lash, Through ranks of smitten tyrants drive, Till bosoms heave, and eyes outflash, And it is good to be alive. He shall ride off at dawn, and we Shall look upon our life again 3; You old, and all your beauty be Broken, a…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 78

Collected Works (Vol. III)

…o supper. Warily now!... [Pushes past arras. ALAIN. Good evening, good evening, my dear young friend. Welcome, very welcome! Come to the fire, man, and warm your- self. ‘‘ Jam satis terris nivis,”—if you know your Horace as you know your Ovid, we shall get along splendidly. [DENYS stands stupefied. A\.AIN watts, DENYs., I fear, sir, I don’t know my Ovid. [Vth the air of one primed to repeat a lesson.) I beg a thousand pardons, Monsieur. ALAIN, Don’t apologise, don’t apologise. I’ve been expecting you all the evening. DENYS, Excuse me, sir, ther…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 15

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…gotten reed Floated away, a ship for fairy folk, Along the limpid rivulet. Then broke From smitten heart and ravished lips the tongue Of fire that clad its essence with the robe of song. O love! O mistress of my SONG OF CHARICLES. Man’s days are dim, his deeds are dust, His span is but a little space, He lusts to live, he lives to lust, His soul is barren of love or trust, His heart is hopeless, seeing he must Perish, and leave no trace ; With impious rage he mocks the bounds - Of earth, albeit so wholly base ; Ilis ears are dead to subtle soun…

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1905 · PDF PAGE 234

Collected Works (Vol. I)

…t despair !” He whispered me a Word.! ‘Beware! Beware ! ‘“ Two voices are there in the sullen sea’; ‘* Two functions hath the inevitable fire ; ‘‘ Earthquake hath earth, and yet fertility: ‘* See to thy purpose, and thy set desire! ‘ Else, dire the fate—the ultimation dire !” Vague threats and foolish words! Quite meaningless The empty sounds he muttered in mine ear. Why should their silly mystery impress My thoughtful forehead with the lines of fear? (This riding saps my courage as my cheer.) 1 [Tt is a tradition of magic that all words have a…

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1907 · PDF PAGE 167

Collected Works (Vol. III)

… star? No shape seen on the sea? Were I now free of this intense desire, By swift magician power I might fly westward shod with wings of fire And find my love, and in her arms expire, Or wed her for an hour. (Not for an hour as man, but even as God Whose day is like an aeon. Love hath nor station, stage, nor period : But is at once in his inane abode Beneath the spring Dircean.) Alas, the will flies ere the power began. Lo, in the Idan grove Invoking Zeus to swell the power of Pan, The prayer discomfits the demented man ! Lust lies as still as …

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1939 · PDF PAGE 40

Eight Lectures on Yoga

…ll we are in philosophical chaos. However, this does not concern us for the moment. 3. When we apply these symbols to Yoga, we find that fire represents the Yogi, and water the object of his meditation. ((You can, if you like, reverse these attributions. It makes no difference except to the metaphysician. And precious little to him!) The Yod and the He combine, the Father and Mother unite, to produce a son, Vau. This son is the exalted state of mind produced by the union of the subject and the object. This state of mind is called Samadhi in the…

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