HomeTitle; E60| EUROPE a PROPHECY t184Home
EURcolophon; E60| LAMBETH Printed by Will: Blake: 1794
EURiii.1; E60| Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one he breathes the air;
EURiii.2; E60| Thro' one, hears music of the spheres; thro' one, the eternal vine
EURiii.3; E60| Flourishes, that he may recieve the grapes; thro' one can look.
EURiii.4; E60| And see small portions of the eternal world that ever groweth;
EURiii.5; E60| Thro' one, himself pass out what time he please, but he will not;
EURiii.6; E60| For stolen joys are sweet, & bread eaten in secret pleasant.
EURiii.7; E60| So sang a Fairy mocking as he sat on a streak'd Tulip,
EURiii.8; E60| Thinking none saw him: when he ceas'd I started from the trees!
EURiii.9; E60| And caught him in my hat as boys knock down a butterfly.
EURiii.10; E60| How know you this said I small Sir? where did you learn this song?
EURiii.11; E60| Seeing himself in my possession thus he answered me:
EURiii.12; E60| My master, I am yours. command me, for I must obey.
EURiii.13; E60| Then tell me, what is the material world, and is it dead?
EURiii.14; E60| He laughing answer'd: I will write a book on leaves of flowers,
EURiii.15; E60| If you will feed me on love-thoughts, & give me now and then
EURiii.16; E60| A cup of sparkling poetic fancies; so when I am tipsie,
EURiii.17; E60| I'll sing to you to this soft lute; and shew you all alive
EURiii.18; E60| The world, when every particle of dust breathes forth its joy.
EURiii.19; E60| I took him home in my warm bosom: as we went along
EURiii.20; E60| Wild flowers I gatherd; & he shew'd me each eternal flower:
EURiii.21; E60| He laugh'd aloud to see them whimper because they were pluck'd.
EURiii.22; E60| They hover'd round me like a cloud of incense: when I came
EURiii.23; E60| Into my parlour and sat down, and took my pen to write:
EURiii.24; E60| My Fairy sat upon the table, and dictated EUROPE.
EUR1.5; E60| O mother Enitharmon wilt thou bring forth other sons?
EUR1.6; E60| To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found.
EUR1.7; E60| For I am faint with travel! t185
EUR1.8; E60| Like the dark cloud disburdend in the day of dismal thunder.
EUR1.9; E60| My roots are brandish'd in the heavens. my fruits in earth beneath
EUR1.10; E60| Surge, foam, and labour into life, first born & first consum'd!
EUR1.11; E60| Consumed and consuming!
EUR1.12; E60| Then why shouldst thou accursed mother bring me into life?
EUR1.13; E61| I wrap my turban of thick clouds around my lab'ring head;
EUR1.14; E61| And fold the sheety waters as a mantle round my limbs.
EUR1.15; E61| Yet the red sun and moon,
EUR1.16; E61| And all the overflowing stars rain down prolific pains.
EUR2.1; E61| Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count the stars!
EUR2.2; E61| Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal shrine.
EUR2.3; E61| I sieze their burning power
EUR2.4; E61| And bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings.
EUR2.5; E61| Devouring & devoured roaming on dark and desolate mountains
EUR2.6; E61| In forests of eternal death, shrieking in hollow trees.
EUR2.7; E61| Ah mother Enitharmon!
EUR2.8; E61| Stamp not with solid form this vig'rous progeny of fires.
EUR2.9; E61| I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames.
EUR2.10; E61| And thou dost stamp them with a signet, then they roam abroad
EUR2.11; E61| And leave me void as death:
EUR2.12; E61| Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy.
EUR2.13; E61| And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band?
EUR2.14; E61| To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it
EUR2.15; E61| With milk and honey?
EUR2.16; E61| I see it smile & I roll inward & my voice is past.
EUR3.2; E61| The deep of winter came;
EUR3.3; E61| What time the secret child,
EUR3.4; E61| Descended thro' the orient gates of the eternal day:
EUR3.5; E61| War ceas'd, & all the troops like shadows fled to their abodes.
EUR3.6; E61| Then Enitharmon saw her sons & daughters rise around.
EUR3.7; E61| Like pearly clouds they meet together in the crystal house:
EUR3.8; E61| And Los, possessor of the moon, joy'd in the peaceful night:
EUR3.9; E61| Thus speaking while his num'rous sons shook their bright fiery wings
EUR3.10; E61| Again the night is come t186
EUR3.11; E61| That strong Urthona takes his rest,
EUR3.12; E61| And Urizen unloos'd from chains
EUR3.13; E61| Glows like a meteor in the distant north
EUR3.14; E61| Stretch forth your hands and strike the elemental strings!
EUR3.15; E61| Awake the thunders of the deep.
EUR4.1; E62| The shrill winds wake
EUR4.2; E62| Till all the sons of Urizen look out and envy Los:
EUR4.3; E62| Sieze all the spirits of life and bind
EUR4.4; E62| Their warbling joys to our loud strings
EUR4.5; E62| Bind all the nourishing sweets of earth
EUR4.6; E62| To give us bliss, that we may drink the sparkling wine of Los
EUR4.7; E62| And let us laugh at war,
EUR4.8; E62| Despising toil and care,
EUR4.9; E62| Because the days and nights of joy, in lucky hours renew.
EUR4.10; E62| Arise O Orc from thy deep den,
EUR4.11; E62| First born of Enitharmon rise!
EUR4.12; E62| And we will crown thy head with garlands of the ruddy vine;
EUR4.13; E62| For now thou art bound;
EUR4.14; E62| And I may see thee in the hour of bliss, my eldest born.
EUR5.1; E62| Now comes the night of Enitharmons joy!
EUR5.2; E62| Who shall I call? Who shall I send?
EUR5.3; E62| That Woman, lovely Woman! may have dominion?
EUR5.4; E62| Arise O Rintrah thee I call! & Palamabron thee!
EUR5.5; E62| Go! tell the human race that Womans love is Sin!
EUR5.6; E62| That an Eternal life awaits the worms of sixty winters
EUR5.7; E62| In an allegorical abode where existence hath never come:
EUR5.8; E62| Forbid all joy, & from her childhood shall the little female
EUR5.9; E62| Spread nets in every secret path.
EUR8.1; E62| Arise O Rintrah eldest born: second to none but Orc:
EUR8.2; E62| O lion Rintrah raise thy fury from thy forests black:
EUR8.3; E62| Bring Palamabron horned priest, skipping upon the mountains:
EUR8.4; E62| And silent Elynittria the silver bowed queen:
EUR8.5; E62| Rintrah where hast thou hid thy bride!
EUR8.6; E62| Weeps she in desart shades?
EUR8.7; E62| Alas my Rintrah! bring the lovely jealous Ocalythron.
EUR8.8; E62| Arise my son! bring all thy brethren O thou king of fire.
EUR8.9; E62| Prince of the sun I see thee with thy innumerable race:
EUR8.10; E62| Thick as the summer stars:
EUR8.11; E62| But each ramping his golden mane shakes,
EUR8.12; E62| And thine eyes rejoice because of strength O Rintrah furious king.
EUR9.1; E63| Enitharmon slept,
EUR9.2; E63| Eighteen hundred years: Man was a Dream!
EUR9.3; E63| The night of Nature and their harps unstrung:
EUR9.4; E63| She slept in middle of her nightly song,
EUR9.5; E63| Eighteen hundred years, a female dream!
EUR9.6; E63| Shadows of men in fleeting bands upon the winds: t187
EUR9.7; E63| Divide the heavens of Europe:
EUR9.8; E63| Till Albions Angel smitten with his own plagues fled with his bands
EUR9.9; E63| The cloud bears hard on Albions shore:
EUR9.10; E63| Fill'd with immortal demons of futurity:
EUR9.11; E63| In council gather the smitten Angels of Albion
EUR9.12; E63| The cloud bears hard upon the council house; down rushing
EUR9.13; E63| On the heads of Albions Angels.
EUR9.14; E63| One hour they lay buried beneath the ruins of that hall;
EUR9.15; E63| But as the stars rise from the salt lake they arise in pain,
EUR9.16; E63| In troubled mists o'erclouded by the terrors of strugling times.
EUR10.1; E63| In thoughts perturb'd, they rose from the bright ruins silent following
EUR10.2; E63| The fiery King, who sought his ancient temple serpent-form'd
EUR10.3; E63| That stretches out its shady length along the Island white.
EUR10.4; E63| Round him roll'd his clouds of war; silent the Angel went,
EUR10.5; E63| Along the infinite shores of Thames to golden Verulam.
EUR10.6; E63| There stand the venerable porches that high-towering rear
EUR10.7; E63| Their oak-surrounded pillars, form'd of massy stones, uncut
EUR10.8; E63| With tool; stones precious; such eternal in the heavens,
EUR10.9; E63| Of colours twelve, few known on earth, give light in the opake,
EUR10.10; E63| Plac'd in the order of the stars, when the five senses whelm'd
EUR10.11; E63| In deluge o'er the earth-born man; then turn'd the fluxile eyes
EUR10.12; E63| Into two stationary orbs, concentrating all things.
EUR10.13; E63| The ever-varying spiral ascents to the heavens of heavens
EUR10.14; E63| Were bended downward; and the nostrils golden gates shut
EUR10.15; E63| Turn'd outward, barr'd and petrify'd against the infinite.
EUR10.16; E63| Thought chang'd the infinite to a serpent; that which pitieth:
EUR10.17; E63| To a devouring flame; and man fled from its face and hid
EUR10.18; E63| In forests of night; then all the eternal forests were divided
EUR10.19; E63| Into earths rolling in circles of space, that like an ocean rush'd
EUR10.20; E63| And overwhelmed all except this finite wall of flesh.
EUR10.21; E63| Then was the serpent temple form'd, image of infinite
EUR10.22; E63| Shut up in finite revolutions, and man became an Angel;
EUR10.23; E63| Heaven a mighty circle turning; God a tyrant crown'd.
EUR10.26; E64| Obscure, inclos'd the Stone of Night; oblique it stood, o'erhung
EUR10.27; E64| With purple flowers and berries red; image of that sweet south,
EUR10.28; E64| Once open to the heavens and elevated on the human neck,
EUR10.29; E64| Now overgrown with hair and coverd with a stony roof,
EUR10.30; E64| Downward 'tis sunk beneath th' attractive north, that round the feet
EUR10.31; E64| A raging whirlpool draws the dizzy enquirer to his grave:
EUR11.1; E64| Albions Angel rose upon the Stone of Night.
EUR11.2; E64| He saw Urizen on the Atlantic;
EUR11.3; E64| And his brazen Book,
EUR11.4; E64| That Kings & Priests had copied on Earth
EUR11.5; E64| Expanded from North to South.
EUR12.1; E64| And the clouds & fires pale rolld round in the night of Enitharmon
EUR12.2; E64| Round Albions cliffs & Londons walls; still Enitharmon slept!
EUR12.3; E64| Rolling volumes of grey mist involve Churches, Palaces, Towers:
EUR12.4; E64| For Urizen unclaspd his Book: feeding his soul with pity
EUR12.5; E64| The youth of England hid in gloom curse the paind heavens; compell'd
EUR12.6; E64| Into the deadly night to see the form of Albions Angel
EUR12.7; E64| Their parents brought them forth & aged ignorance preaches canting,
EUR12.8; E64| On a vast rock, perciev'd by those senses that are clos'd from thought:
EUR12.9; E64| Bleak, dark, abrupt, it stands & overshadows London city
EUR12.10; E64| They saw his boney feet on the rock, the flesh consum'd in flames:
EUR12.11; E64| They saw the Serpent temple lifted above, shadowing the Island white:
EUR12.12; E64| They heard the voice of Albions Angel howling in flames of Orc,
EUR12.13; E64| Seeking the trump of the last doom
EUR12.14; E64| Above the rest the howl was heard from Westminster louder & louder:
EUR12.15; E64| The Guardian of the secret codes forsook his ancient mansion,
EUR12.16; E64| Driven out by the flames of Orc; his furr'd robes & false locks
EUR12.17; E64| Adhered and grew one with his flesh, and nerves & veins shot thro' them
EUR12.18; E64| With dismal torment sick hanging upon the wind: he fled
EUR12.19; E64| Groveling along Great George Street thro' the Park gate; all the soldiers
EUR12.20; E64| Fled from his sight; he drag'd his torments to the wilderness.
EUR12.21; E64| Thus was the howl thro Europe!
EUR12.22; E64| For Orc rejoic'd to hear the howling shadows
EUR12.23; E64| But Palamabron shot his lightnings trenching down his wide back
EUR12.24; E64| And Rintrah hung with all his legions in the nether deep
EUR12.25; E64| Enitharmon laugh'd in her sleep to see (O womans triumph)
EUR12.26; E64| Every house a den, every man bound; the shadows are filld
EUR12.27; E64| With spectres, and the windows wove over with curses of iron:
EUR12.28; E64| Over the doors Thou shalt not; & over the chimneys Fear is written:
EUR12.29; E64| With bands of iron round their necks fasten'd into the walls
EUR12.30; E64| The citizens: in leaden gyves the inhabitants of suburbs
EUR12.31; E64| Walk heavy: soft and bent are the bones of villagers
EUR12.32; E65| Between the clouds of Urizen the flames of Orc roll heavy
EUR12.33; E65| Around the limbs of Albions Guardian, his flesh consuming.
EUR12.34; E65| Howlings & hissings, shrieks & groans, & voices of despair
EUR12.35; E65| Arise around him in the cloudy t188
EUR12.36; E65| Heavens of Albion, Furious
EUR13.1; E65| The red limb'd Angel siez'd, in horror and torment;
EUR13.2; E65| The Trump of the last doom; but he could not blow the iron tube!
EUR13.3; E65| Thrice he assay'd presumptuous to awake the dead to Judgment.
EUR13.4; E65| A mighty Spirit leap'd from the land of Albion,
EUR13.5; E65| Nam'd Newton; he siez'd the Trump, & blow'd the enormous blast!
EUR13.6; E65| Yellow as leaves of Autumn the myriads of Angelic hosts,
EUR13.7; E65| Fell thro' the wintry skies seeking their graves;
EUR13.8; E65| Rattling their hollow bones in howling and lamentation.
EUR13.9; E65| Then Enitharmon woke, nor knew that she had slept t189
EUR13.10; E65| And eighteen hundred years were fled
EUR13.11; E65| As if they had not been
EUR13.12; E65| She calld her sons & daughters
EUR13.13; E65| To the sports of night,
EUR13.14; E65| Within her crystal house;
EUR13.15; E65| And thus her song proceeds.
EUR14.1; E65| Ethinthus queen of waters, how thou shinest in the sky:
EUR14.2; E65| My daughter how do I rejoice! for thy children flock around
EUR14.3; E65| Like the gay fishes on the wave, when the cold moon drinks the dew.
EUR14.4; E65| Ethinthus! thou art sweet as comforts to my fainting soul:
EUR14.5; E65| For now thy waters warble round the feet of Enitharmon.
EUR14.6; E65| Manathu-Vorcyon! I behold thee flaming in my halls,
EUR14.7; E65| Light of thy mothers soul! I see thy lovely eagles round;
EUR14.8; E65| Thy golden wings are my delight, & thy flames of soft delusion.
EUR14.9; E65| Where is my lureing bird of Eden! Leutha silent love!
EUR14.10; E65| Leutha, the many colourd bow delights upon thy wings:
EUR14.11; E65| Soft soul of flowers Leutha!
EUR14.12; E65| Sweet smiling pestilence! I see thy blushing light:
EUR14.13; E65| Thy daughters many changing,
EUR14.14; E65| Revolve like sweet perfumes ascending O Leutha silken queen!
EUR14.17; E66| Alone I see thee crystal form,
EUR14.18; E66| Floting upon the bosomd air:
EUR14.19; E66| With lineaments of gratified desire.
EUR14.20; E66| My Antamon the seven churches of Leutha seek thy love.
EUR14.21; E66| I hear the soft Oothoon in Enitharmons tents:
EUR14.22; E66| Why wilt thou give up womans secrecy my melancholy child?
EUR14.23; E66| Between two moments bliss is ripe:
EUR14.24; E66| O Theotormon robb'd of joy, I see thy salt tears flow
EUR14.25; E66| Down the steps of my crystal house.
EUR14.26; E66| Sotha & Thiralatha, secret dwellers of dreamful caves,
EUR14.27; E66| Arise and please the horrent fiend with your melodious songs.
EUR14.28; E66| Still all your thunders golden hoofd, & bind your horses black.
EUR14.29; E66| Orc! smile upon my children!
EUR14.30; E66| Smile son of my afflictions.
EUR14.31; E66| Arise O Orc and give our mountains joy of thy red light.
EUR14.32; E66| She ceas'd, for All were forth at sport beneath the solemn moon t190
EUR14.33; E66| Waking the stars of Urizen with their immortal songs,
EUR14.34; E66| That nature felt thro' all her pores the enormous revelry,
EUR14.35; E66| Till morning ope'd the eastern gate. t191
EUR14.36; E66| Then every one fled to his station, & Enitharmon wept.
EUR15.3; E66| The sun glow'd fiery red!
EUR15.4; E66| The furious terrors flew around!
EUR15.5; E66| On golden chariots raging, with red wheels dropping with blood;
EUR15.6; E66| The Lions lash their wrathful tails!
EUR15.7; E66| The Tigers couch upon the prey & suck the ruddy tide:
EUR15.8; E66| And Enitharmon groans & cries in anguish and dismay.
EUR15.9; E66| Then Los arose his head he reard in snaky thunders clad:
EUR15.10; E66| And with a cry that shook all nature to the utmost pole,
EUR15.11; E66| Call'd all his sons to the strife of blood.