J1.1; E144| There is a Void, outside of Existence, which if enterd into
J1.2; E144| Englobes itself & becomes a Womb, such was Albions Couch
J1.3; E144| A pleasant Shadow of Repose calld Albions lovely Land
J1.4; E144| His Sublime & Pathos become Two Rocks fixd in the Earth
J1.5; E144| His Reason his Spectrous Power, covers them above
J1.6; E144| Jerusalem his Emanation is a Stone laying beneath
J1.7; E144| O [Albion behold Pitying] behold the Vision of Albion t256
J1.8; E144| Half Friendship is the bitterest Enmity said Los
J1.9; E144| As he enterd the Door of Death for Albions sake Inspired
J1.10; E144| The long sufferings of God are not for ever there is a Judgment
To the Public
J3prose; E145| After my three years slumber on the banks of the Ocean, I
J3prose; E145| again display my Giant forms to the Public: My former Giants &
J3prose; E145| Fairies having reciev'd the highest reward possible: the
J3prose; E145| [love] and [friendship] of those with whom to
J3prose; E145| be connected, is to be [blessed]: I cannot doubt that
J3prose; E145| this more consolidated & extended Work, will be as kindly
J3prose; E145| recieved
J3prose; E145| The Enthusiasm of the following Poem, the Author hopes t25
J3prose; E145| [no Reader will think presumptuousness or arroganc[e] when he
J3prose; E145| is reminded that the Ancients acknowledge their love to their
J3prose; E145| Deities, to the full as Enthusiastically as I have who
J3prose; E145| Acknowledge mine for my Saviour and Lord, for they were wholly
J3prose; E145| absorb'd in their Gods.] I also hope the Reader will
J3prose; E145| be with me, wholly One in Jesus our Lord, who is the God [of
J3prose; E145| Fire] and Lord [of Love] to whom the Ancients
J3prose; E145| look'd and saw his day afar off, with trembling & amazement.
J3prose; E145| The Spirit of Jesus is continual forgiveness of Sin: he who
J3prose; E145| waits to be righteous before he enters into the Saviours kingdom,
J3prose; E145| the Divine Body; will never enter there. I am perhaps the most
J3prose; E145| sinful of men! I pretend not to holiness! yet I pretend to love,
J3prose; E145| to see, to converse with daily, as man with man, & the more to
J3prose; E145| have an interest in the Friend of Sinners. Therefore
J3prose; E145| [Dear] Reader, [forgive] what you do not
J3prose; E145| approve, & [love] me for this energetic exertion of my
J3prose; E145| talent.
J3.1; E145| Reader! [lover] of books! [lover] of heaven,
J3.2; E145| And of that God from whom [all books are given,]
J3.3; E145| Who in mysterious Sinais awful cave
J3.4; E145| To Man the wond'rous art of writing gave,
J3.5; E145| Again he speaks in thunder and in fire!
J3.6; E145| Thunder of Thought, & flames of fierce desire:
J3.7; E145| Even from the depths of Hell his voice I hear,
J3.8; E145| Within the unfathomd caverns of my Ear.
J3.9; E145| Therefore I print; nor vain my types shall be:
J3.10; E145| Heaven, Earth & Hell, henceforth shall live in harmony
J3prose; E145| We who dwell on Earth can do nothing of ourselves, every
J3prose; E145| thing is conducted by Spirits, no less than Digestion or Sleep.
J3prose; E145| [to Note the last words of Jesus,
J3prose; E145| <Greek>Edotha moi pasa exousia en ouranon kai epi ges</Greek>]
J3prose; E145| When this Verse was first dictated to me I consider'd a
J3prose; E145| Monotonous Cadence like that used by Milton & Shakspeare & all
J3prose; E145| writers of English Blank Verse, derived from the modern bondage
J3prose; E145| of Rhyming; to be a necessary and indispensible part of Verse.
J3prose; E145| But I soon found that
J3prose; E146| in the mouth of a true Orator such monotony was not only awkward,
J3prose; E146| but as much a bondage as rhyme itself. I therefore have produced
J3prose; E146| a variety in every line, both of cadences & number of syllables.
J3prose; E146| Every word and every letter is studied and put into its fit
J3prose; E146| place: the terrific numbers are reserved for the terrific
J3prose; E146| parts--the mild & gentle, for the mild & gentle parts, and the
J3prose; E146| prosaic, for inferior parts: all are necessary to each other.
J3prose; E146| Poetry Fetter'd, Fetters the Human Race! Nations are Destroy'd,
J3prose; E146| or Flourish, in proportion as Their Poetry Painting and Music,
J3prose; E146| are Destroy'd or Flourish! The Primeval State of Man, was Wisdom,
J3prose; E146| Art, and Science.
J4; E146| Chap: I
J4.3; E146| This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev'ry morn
J4.4; E146| Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me
J4.5; E146| Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song.
J4.6; E146| Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand!
J4.7; E146| I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine:
J4.8; E146| Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land.
J4.9; E146| In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey
J4.10; E146| A black water accumulates, return Albion! return!
J4.11; E146| Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons,
J4.12; E146| Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters
J4.13; E146| Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darkend:
J4.14; E146| Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face,
J4.15; E146| Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom [Where!!]
J4.16; E146| Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem
J4.17; E146| From the vision and fruition of the Holy-one?
J4.18; E146| I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend;
J4.19; E146| Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me:
J4.20; E146| Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense!
J4.21; E146| Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades!
J4.22; E146| But the perturbed Man away turns down the valleys dark;
J4.23; E146| [Saying. We are not One: we are Many, thou most simulative]
J4.24; E146| Phantom of the over heated brain! shadow of immortality!
J4.25; E146| Seeking to keep my soul a victim to thy Love! which binds
J4.26; E147| Man the enemy of man into deceitful friendships:
J4.27; E147| Jerusalem is not! her daughters are indefinite:
J4.28; E147| By demonstration, man alone can live, and not by faith.
J4.29; E147| My mountains are my own, and I will keep them to myself!
J4.30; E147| The Malvern and the Cheviot, the Wolds Plinlimmon & Snowdon
J4.31; E147| Are mine. here will I build my Laws of Moral Virtue!
J4.32; E147| Humanity shall be no more: but war & princedom & victory!
J4.33; E147| So spoke Albion in jealous fears, hiding his Emanation
J4.34; E147| Upon the Thames and Medway, rivers of Beulah: dissembling
J4.35; E147| His jealousy before the throne divine, darkening, cold!
J5.1; E147| The banks of the Thames are clouded! the ancient porches of Albion are
J5.2; E147| Darken'd! they are drawn thro' unbounded space, scatter'd upon
J5.3; E147| The Void in incoherent despair! Cambridge & Oxford & London,
J5.4; E147| Are driven among the starry Wheels, rent away and dissipated,
J5.5; E147| In Chasms & Abysses of sorrow, enlarg'd without dimension, terrible[.]
J5.6; E147| Albions mountains run with blood, the cries of war & of tumult
J5.7; E147| Resound into the unbounded night, every Human perfection
J5.8; E147| Of mountain & river & city, are small & wither'd & darken'd
J5.9; E147| Cam is a little stream! Ely is almost swallowd up!
J5.10; E147| Lincoln & Norwich stand trembling on the brink of Udan-Adan!
J5.11; E147| Wales and Scotland shrink themselves to the west and to the north!
J5.12; E147| Mourning for fear of the warriors in the Vale of Entuthon-Benython
J5.13; E147| Jerusalem is scatterd abroad like a cloud of smoke thro' non-entity:
J5.14; E147| Moab & Ammon & Amalek & Canaan & Egypt & Aram
J5.15; E147| Recieve her little-ones for sacrifices and the delights of cruelty
J5.16; E147| Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me.
J5.17; E147| Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task!
J5.18; E147| To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes
J5.19; E147| Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity
J5.20; E147| Ever expanding in the Bosom of God. the Human Imagination
J5.21; E147| O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love:
J5.22; E147| Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life!
J5.23; E147| Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages,
J5.24; E147| While I write of the building of Golgonooza, & of the terrors of Entuthon:
J5.25; E147| Of Hand & Hyle & Coban, of Kwantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton:
J5.26; E147| Of the terrible sons & daughters of Albion. and their Generations.
J5.27; E147| Scofield! Kox, Kotope and Bowen, revolve most mightily upon
J5.28; E147| The Furnace of Los: before the eastern gate bending their fury.
J5.29; E147| They war, to destroy the Furnaces, to desolate Golgonooza:
J5.30; E147| And to devour the Sleeping Humanity of Albion in rage & hunger.
J5.31; E148| They revolve into the Furnaces Southward & are driven forth Northward
J5.32; E148| Divided into Male and Female forms time after time.
J5.33; E148| From these Twelve all the Families of England spread abroad.
J5.34; E148| The Male is a Furnace of beryll; the Female is a golden Loom;
J5.35; E148| I behold them and their rushing fires overwhelm my Soul,
J5.36; E148| In Londons darkness; and my tears fall day and night,
J5.37; E148| Upon the Emanations of Albions Sons! the Daughters of Albion
J5.38; E148| Names anciently rememberd, but now contemn'd as fictions!
J5.39; E148| Although in every bosom they controll our Vegetative powers.
J5.40; E148| These are united into Tirzah and her Sisters, on Mount Gilead,
J5.41; E148| Cambel & Gwendolen & Conwenna & Cordella & Ignoge.
J5.42; E148| And these united into Rahab in the Covering Cherub on Euphrates
J5.43; E148| Gwiniverra & Gwinefred, & Gonorill & Sabrina beautiful,
J5.44; E148| Estrild, Mehetabel & Ragan, lovely Daughters of Albion
J5.45; E148| They are the beautiful Emanations of the Twelve Sons of Albion
J5.46; E148| The Starry Wheels revolv'd heavily over the Furnaces;
J5.47; E148| Drawing Jerusalem in anguish of maternal love,
J5.48; E148| Eastward a pillar of a cloud with Vala upon the mountains
J5.49; E148| Howling in pain, redounding from the arms of Beulahs Daughters,
J5.50; E148| Out from the Furnaces of Los above the head of Los.
J5.51; E148| A pillar of smoke writhing afar into Non-Entity, redounding
J5.52; E148| Till the cloud reaches afar outstretch'd among the Starry Wheels
J5.53; E148| Which revolve heavily in the mighty Void above the Furnaces
J5.54; E148| O what avail the loves & tears of Beulahs lovely Daughters
J5.55; E148| They hold the Immortal Form in gentle bands & tender tears
J5.56; E148| But all within is open'd into the deeps of Entuthon Benython
J5.57; E148| A dark and unknown night, indefinite, unmeasurable, without end.
J5.58; E148| Abstract Philosophy warring in enmity against Imagination
J5.59; E148| (Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever). t259
J5.60; E148| And there Jerusalem wanders with Vala upon the mountains,
J5.61; E148| Attracted by the revolutions of those Wheels the Cloud of smoke
J5.62; E148| Immense, and Jerusalem & Vala weeping in the Cloud
J5.63; E148| Wander away into the Chaotic Void, lamenting with her Shadow
J5.64; E148| Among the Daughters of Albion, among the Starry Wheels;
J5.65; E148| Lamenting for her children, for the sons & daughters of Albion
J5.66; E148| Los heard her lamentations in the deeps afar! his tears fall
J5.67; E148| Incessant before the Furnaces, and his Emanation divided in pain,
J5.68; E148| Eastward toward the Starry Wheels. But Westward, a black Horror,
J6.3; E149| For as his Emanation divided, his Spectre also divided
J6.4; E149| In terror of those starry wheels: and the Spectre stood over Los
J6.5; E149| Howling in pain: a blackning Shadow, blackning dark & opake
J6.6; E149| Cursing the terrible Los: bitterly cursing him for his friendship
J6.7; E149| To Albion, suggesting murderous thoughts against Albion.
J6.8; E149| Los rag'd and stamp'd the earth in his might & terrible wrath!
J6.9; E149| He stood and stampd the earth! then he threw down his hammer in rage &
J6.10; E149| In fury: then he sat down and wept, terrified! Then arose
J6.11; E149| And chaunted his song, labouring with the tongs and hammer:
J6.12; E149| But still the Spectre divided, and still his pain increas'd!
J7.1; E149| Was living: panting like a frighted wolf, and howling
J7.2; E149| He stood over the Immortal, in the solitude and darkness:
J7.3; E149| Upon the darkning Thames, across the whole Island westward.
J7.4; E149| A horrible Shadow of Death, among the Furnaces: beneath
J7.5; E149| The pillar of folding smoke; and he sought by other means,
J7.6; E149| To lure Los: by tears, by arguments of science & by terrors:
J7.7; E149| Terrors in every Nerve, by spasms & extended pains:
J7.8; E149| While Los answer'd unterrified to the opake blackening Fiend
J7.9; E149| And thus the Spectre spoke: Wilt thou still go on to destruction?
J7.10; E149| Till thy life is all taken away by this deceitful Friendship?
J7.11; E149| He drinks thee up like water! like wine he pours thee
J7.12; E149| Into his tuns: thy Daughters are trodden in his vintage
J7.13; E149| He makes thy Sons the trampling of his bulls, they are plow'd
J7.14; E149| And harrowd for his profit, lo! thy stolen Emanation
J7.15; E149| Is his garden of pleasure! all the Spectres of his Sons mock thee
J7.16; E149| Look how they scorn thy once admired palaces! now in ruins
J7.17; E149| Because of Albion! because of deceit and friendship! For Lo!
J7.18; E149| Hand has peopled Babel & Nineveh: Hyle, Ashur & Aram:
J7.19; E149| Cobans son is Nimrod: his son Cush is adjoind to Aram,
J7.20; E149| By the Daughter of Babel, in a woven mantle of pestilence & war.
J7.21; E149| They put forth their spectrous cloudy sails; which drive their immense
J7.22; E149| Constellations over the deadly deeps of indefinite Udan-Adan
J7.23; E149| Kox is the Father of Shem & Ham & Japheth, he is the Noah
J7.24; E149| Of the Flood of Udan-Adan. Hutn is the Father of the Seven
J7.25; E149| From Enoch to Adam; Schofield is Adam who was New-
J7.26; E149| Created in Edom. I saw it indignant, & thou art not moved!
J7.27; E149| This has divided thee in sunder: and wilt thou still forgive?
J7.28; E149| O! thou seest not what I see! what is done in the Furnaces.
J7.29; E149| Listen, I will tell thee what is done in moments to thee unknown:
J7.30; E150| Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction and sealed,
J7.31; E150| And Vala fed in cruel delight, the Furnaces with fire:
J7.32; E150| Stern Urizen beheld; urgd by necessity to keep
J7.33; E150| The evil day afar, and if perchance with iron power
J7.34; E150| He might avert his own despair: in woe & fear he saw
J7.35; E150| Vala incircle round the Furnaces where Luvah was clos'd:
J7.36; E150| With joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah,
J7.37; E150| With whom she liv'd in bliss in times of innocence & youth!
J7.38; E150| Vala comes from the Furnace in a cloud, but wretched Luvah
J7.39; E150| Is howling in the Furnaces, in flames among Albions Spectres,
J7.40; E150| To prepare the Spectre of Albion to reign over thee O Los,
J7.41; E150| Forming the Spectres of Albion according to his rage:
J7.42; E150| To prepare the Spectre sons of Adam, who is Scofield: the Ninth
J7.43; E150| Of Albions sons, & the father of all his brethren in the Shadowy
J7.44; E150| Generation. Cambel & Gwendolen wove webs of war & of
J7.45; E150| Religion, to involve all Albions sons, and when they had
J7.46; E150| Involv'd Eight; their webs roll'd outwards into darkness
J7.47; E150| And Scofield the Ninth remaind on the outside of the Eight
J7.48; E150| And Kox, Kotope, & Bowen, One in him, a Fourfold Wonder
J7.49; E150| Involv'd the Eight--Such are the Generations of the Giant Albion,
J7.50; E150| To separate a Law of Sin, to punish thee in thy members.
J7.51; E150| Los answer'd. Altho' I know not this! I know far worse than this:
J7.52; E150| I know that Albion hath divided me, and that thou O my Spectre,
J7.53; E150| Hast just cause to be irritated: but look stedfastly upon me:
J7.54; E150| Comfort thyself in my strength the time will arrive,
J7.55; E150| When all Albions injuries shall cease, and when we shall
J7.56; E150| Embrace him tenfold bright, rising from his tomb in immortality.
J7.57; E150| They have divided themselves by Wrath. they must be united by
J7.58; E150| Pity: let us therefore take example & warning O my Spectre,
J7.59; E150| O that I could abstain from wrath! O that the Lamb
J7.60; E150| Of God would look upon me and pity me in my fury.
J7.61; E150| In anguish of regeneration! in terrors of self annihilation:
J7.62; E150| Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder,
J7.63; E150| And the Religion of Generation which was meant for the destruction
J7.64; E150| Of Jerusalem, become her covering, till the time of the End.
J7.65; E150| O holy Generation! [Image] of regeneration! t260
J7.66; E150| O point of mutual forgiveness between Enemies!
J7.67; E150| Birthplace of the Lamb of God incomprehensible!
J7.68; E150| The Dead despise & scorn thee, & cast thee out as accursed:
J7.69; E150| Seeing the Lamb of God in thy gardens & thy palaces:
J7.70; E150| Where they desire to place the Abomination of Desolation.
J7.71; E150| Hand sits before his furnace: scorn of others & furious pride:
J7.72; E150| Freeze round him to bars of steel & to iron rocks beneath
J7.73; E150| His feet: indignant self-righteousness like whirlwinds of the north:
J8.2; E151| From Ranelagh & Strumbolo, from Cromwells gardens & Chelsea
J8.3; E151| The place of wounded Soldiers. but when he saw my Mace
J8.4; E151| Whirld round from heaven to earth, trembling he sat: his cold
J8.5; E151| Poisons rose up: & his sweet deceits coverd them all over
J8.6; E151| With a tender cloud. As thou art now; such was he O Spectre
J8.7; E151| I know thy deceit & thy revenges, and unless thou desist
J8.8; E151| I will certainly create an eternal Hell for thee. Listen!
J8.9; E151| Be attentive! be obedient! Lo the Furnaces are ready to recieve thee.
J8.10; E151| I will break thee into shivers! & melt thee in the furnaces of death;
J8.11; E151| I will cast thee into forms of abhorrence & torment if thou
J8.12; E151| Desist not from thine own will, & obey not my stern command!
J8.13; E151| I am closd up from my children: my Emanation is dividing
J8.14; E151| And thou my Spectre art divided against me. But mark
J8.15; E151| I will compell thee to assist me in my terrible labours. To beat
J8.16; E151| These hypocritic Selfhoods on the Anvils of bitter Death
J8.17; E151| I am inspired: I act not for myself: for Albions sake
J8.18; E151| I now am what I am: a horror and an astonishment
J8.19; E151| Shuddring the heavens to look upon me: Behold what cruelties
J8.20; E151| Are practised in Babel & Shinar, & have approachd to Zions Hill
J8.21; E151| While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shuddring before him
J8.22; E151| Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey
J8.23; E151| Los opend the Furnaces in fear. the Spectre saw to Babel & Shinar
J8.24; E151| Across all Europe & Asia. he saw the tortures of the Victims.
J8.25; E151| He saw now from the ou[t]side what he before saw & felt from within
J8.26; E151| He saw that Los was the sole, uncontrolld Lord of the Furnaces
J8.27; E151| Groaning he kneeld before Los's iron-shod feet on London Stone,
J8.28; E151| Hungring & thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience.
J8.29; E151| While Los pursud his speech in threatnings loud & fierce.
J8.30; E151| Thou art my Pride & Self-righteousness: I have found thee out:
J8.31; E151| Thou art reveald before me in all thy magnitude & power
J8.32; E151| Thy Uncircumcised pretences to Chastity must be cut in sunder!
J8.33; E151| Thy holy wrath & deep deceit cannot avail against me
J8.34; E151| Nor shalt thou ever assume the triple-form of Albions Spectre
J8.35; E151| For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury
J8.36; E151| If thou wast cast forth from my life! if I was dead upon the mountains
J8.37; E151| Thou mightest be pitied & lovd: but now I am living; unless
J8.38; E151| Thou abstain ravening I will create an eternal Hell for thee.
J8.39; E151| Take thou this Hammer & in patience heave the thundering Bellows
J8.40; E151| Take thou these Tongs: strike thou alternate with me: labour obedient t261
J8.41; E151| Hand & Hyle & Koban: Skofeld, Kox & Kotope, labour mightily
J8.42; E151| In the Wars of Babel & Shinar, all their Emanations were
J8.43; E151| Condensd. Hand has absorbd all his Brethren in his might
J8.44; E151| All the infant Loves & Graces were lost, for the mighty Hand
J9.1; E152| Condens'd his Emanations into hard opake substances;
J9.2; E152| And his infant thoughts & desires, into cold, dark, cliffs of death.
J9.3; E152| His hammer of gold he siezd; and his anvil of adamant.
J9.4; E152| He siez'd the bars of condens'd thoughts, to forge them:
J9.5; E152| Into the sword of war: into the bow and arrow:
J9.6; E152| Into the thundering cannon and into the murdering gun
J9.7; E152| I saw the limbs form'd for exercise, contemn'd: & the beauty of
J9.8; E152| Eternity, look'd upon as deformity & loveliness as a dry tree:
J9.9; E152| I saw disease forming a Body of Death around the Lamb
J9.10; E152| Of God, to destroy Jerusalem, & to devour the body of Albion
J9.11; E152| By war and stratagem to win the labour of the husbandman:
J9.12; E152| Awkwardness arm'd in steel: folly in a helmet of gold:
J9.13; E152| Weakness with horns & talons: ignorance with a rav'ning beak!
J9.14; E152| Every Emanative joy forbidden as a Crime:
J9.15; E152| And the Emanations buried alive in the earth with pomp of religion:
J9.16; E152| Inspiration deny'd; Genius forbidden by laws of punishment:
J9.17; E152| I saw terrified; I took the sighs & tears, & bitter groans:
J9.18; E152| I lifted them into my Furnaces; to form the spiritual sword.
J9.19; E152| That lays open the hidden heart: I drew forth the pang
J9.20; E152| Of sorrow red hot: I workd it on my resolute anvil:
J9.21; E152| I heated it in the flames of Hand, & Hyle, & Coban
J9.22; E152| Nine times; Gwendolen & Cambel & Gwineverra
J9.23; E152| Are melted into the gold, the silver, the liquid ruby,
J9.24; E152| The crysolite, the topaz, the jacinth, & every precious stone.
J9.25; E152| Loud roar my Furnaces and loud my hammer is heard:
J9.26; E152| I labour day and night, I behold the soft affections
J9.27; E152| Condense beneath my hammer into forms of cruelty
J9.28; E152| But still I labour in hope, tho' still my tears flow down.
J9.29; E152| That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelld to defend
J9.30; E152| A Lie: that he may be snared and caught and snared and taken
J9.31; E152| That Enthusiasm and Life may not cease: arise Spectre arise!
J9.32; E152| Thus they contended among the Furnaces with groans & tears;
J9.33; E152| Groaning the Spectre heavd the bellows, obeying Los's frowns;
J9.34; E152| Till the Spaces of Erin were perfected in the furnaces
J9.35; E152| Of affliction, and Los drew them forth, compelling the harsh Spectre.
J10.1; E152| Into the Furnaces & into the valleys of the Anvils of Death
J10.2; E152| And into the mountains of the Anvils & of the heavy Hammers
J10.3; E152| Till he should bring the Sons & Daughters of Jerusalem to be
J10.4; E152| The Sons & Daughters of Los that he might protect them from
J10.5; E152| Albions dread Spectres; storming, loud, thunderous & mighty
J10.6; E152| The Bellows & the Hammers move compell'd by Los's hand.
J10.9; E153| Every Substance is clothed, they name them Good & Evil
J10.10; E153| From them they make an Abstract, which is a Negation
J10.11; E153| Not only of the Substance from which it is derived
J10.12; E153| A murderer of its own Body: but also a murderer
J10.13; E153| Of every Divine Member: it is the Reasoning Power
J10.14; E153| An Abstract objecting power, that Negatives every thing
J10.15; E153| This is the Spectre of Man: the Holy Reasoning Power
J10.16; E153| And in its Holiness is closed the Abomination of Desolation
J10.17; E153| Therefore Los stands in London building Golgonooza
J10.18; E153| Compelling his Spectre to labours mighty; trembling in fear
J10.19; E153| The Spectre weeps, but Los unmovd by tears or threats remains
J10.22; E153| So Los, in fury & strength: in indignation & burning wrath
J10.23; E153| Shuddring the Spectre howls. his howlings terrify the night
J10.24; E153| He stamps around the Anvil, beating blows of stern despair
J10.25; E153| He curses Heaven & Earth, Day & Night & Sun & Moon
J10.26; E153| He curses Forest Spring & River, Desart & sandy Waste
J10.27; E153| Cities & Nations, Families & Peoples, Tongues & Laws
J10.28; E153| Driven to desperation by Los's terrors & threatning fears
J10.29; E153| Los cries, Obey my voice & never deviate from my will
J10.30; E153| And I will be merciful to thee: be thou invisible to all
J10.31; E153| To whom I make thee invisible, but chief to my own Children
J10.32; E153| O Spectre of Urthona: Reason not against their dear approach
J10.33; E153| Nor them obstruct with thy temptations of doubt & despair
J10.34; E153| O Shame O strong & mighty Shame I break thy brazen fetters
J10.35; E153| If thou refuse, thy present torments will seem southern breezes
J10.36; E153| To what thou shalt endure if thou obey not my great will.
J10.37; E153| The Spectre answer'd. Art thou not ashamd of those thy Sins
J10.38; E153| That thou callest thy Children? lo the Law of God commands
J10.39; E153| That they be offered upon his Altar: O cruelty & torment
J10.40; E153| For thine are also mine! I have kept silent hitherto,
J10.41; E153| Concerning my chief delight: but thou hast broken silence
J10.42; E153| Now I will speak my mind! Where is my lovely Enitharmon
J10.43; E153| O thou my enemy, where is my Great Sin? She is also thine
J10.44; E153| I said: Now is my grief at worst: incapable of being
J10.45; E153| Surpassed: but every moment it accumulates more & more
J10.46; E153| It continues accumulating to eternity! the joys of God advance
J10.47; E153| For he is Righteous: he is not a Being of Pity & Compassion t263
J10.48; E153| He cannot feel Distress: he feeds on Sacrifice & Offering:
J10.49; E153| Delighting in cries & tears & clothed in Holiness & solitude
J10.50; E153| But my griefs advance also, for ever & ever without end
J10.51; E153| O that I could cease to be! Despair! I am Despair
J10.52; E154| Created to be the great example of horror & agony: also my
J10.53; E154| Prayer is vain I called for compassion: compassion mockd
J10.54; E154| Mercy & pity threw the grave stone over me & with lead
J10.55; E154| And iron, bound it over me for ever: Life lives on my
J10.56; E154| Consuming: & the Almighty hath made me his Contrary
J10.57; E154| To be all evil, all reversed & for ever dead: knowing
J10.58; E154| And seeing life, yet living not; how can I then behold
J10.59; E154| And not tremble; how can I be beheld & not abhorrd
J10.60; E154| So spoke the Spectre shuddring, & dark tears ran down his shadowy face
J10.61; E154| Which Los wiped off, but comfort none could give! or beam of hope
J10.62; E154| Yet ceasd he not from labouring at the roarings of his Forge
J10.63; E154| With iron & brass Building Golgonooza in great contendings
J10.64; E154| Till his Sons & Daughters came forth from the Furnaces
J10.65; E154| At the sublime Labours for Los. compelld the invisible Spectre
J11.1; E154| To labours mighty, with vast strength, with his mighty chains,
J11.2; E154| In pulsations of time, & extensions of space, like Urns of Beulah
J11.3; E154| With great labour upon his anvils, & in his ladles the Ore t264
J11.4; E154| He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art;
J11.5; E154| Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems;
J11.6; E154| That whenever any Spectre began to devour the Dead,
J11.7; E154| He might feel the pain as if a man gnawd his own tender nerves.
J11.8; E154| Then Erin came forth from the Furnaces, & all the Daughters of Beulah
J11.9; E154| Came from the Furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalems
J11.10; E154| Sake: walking up and down among the Spaces of Erin:
J11.11; E154| And the Sons and Daughters of Los came forth in perfection lovely!
J11.12; E154| And the Spaces of Erin reach'd from the starry heighth, to the starry depth.
J11.13; E154| Los wept with exceeding joy & all wept with joy together!
J11.14; E154| They feard they never more should see their Father, who
J11.15; E154| Was built in from Eternity, in the Cliffs of Albion.
J11.16; E154| But when the joy of meeting was exhausted in loving embrace;
J11.17; E154| Again they lament. O what shall we do for lovely Jerusalem?
J11.18; E154| To protect the Emanations of Albions mighty ones from cruelty?
J11.19; E154| Sabrina & Ignoge begin to sharpen their beamy spears
J11.20; E154| Of light and love: their little children stand with arrows of gold:
J11.21; E154| Ragan is wholly cruel Scofield is bound in iron armour!
J11.22; E154| He is like a mandrake in the earth before Reubens gate:
J11.23; E154| He shoots beneath Jerusalems walls to undermine her foundations!
J11.24; E154| Vala is but they Shadow, O thou loveliest among women!
J11.25; E154| A shadow animated by thy tears O mournful Jerusalem!
J12.1; E155| Why wilt thou give to her a Body whose life is but a Shade?.
J12.2; E155| Her joy and love, a shade: a shade of sweet repose:
J12.3; E155| But animated and vegetated, she is a devouring worm:
J12.4; E155| What shall we do for thee O lovely mild Jerusalem?
J12.5; E155| And Los said. I behold the finger of God in terrors!
J12.6; E155| Albion is dead! his Emanation is divided from him!
J12.7; E155| But I am living! yet I feel my Emanation also dividing
J12.8; E155| Such thing was never known! O pity me, thou all-piteous-one!
J12.9; E155| What shall I do! or how exist, divided from Enitharmon?
J12.10; E155| Yet why despair! I saw the finger of God go forth
J12.11; E155| Upon my Furnaces, from within the Wheels of Albions Sons:
J12.12; E155| Fixing their Systems, permanent: by mathematic power
J12.13; E155| Giving a body to Falshood that it may be cast off for ever.
J12.14; E155| With Demonstrative Science piercing Apollyon with his own bow!
J12.15; E155| God is within, & without! he is even in the depths of Hell!
J12.17; E155| And they appeard within & without incircling on both sides
J12.18; E155| The Starry Wheels of Albions Sons, with Spaces for Jerusalem:
J12.19; E155| And for Vala the shadow of Jerusalem: the ever mourning shade:
J12.20; E155| On both sides, within & without beaming gloriously!
J12.21; E155| Terrified at the sublime Wonder, Los stood before his Furnaces.
J12.22; E155| And they stood around, terrified with admiration at Erins Spaces
J12.23; E155| For the Spaces reachd fro the starry heighth, to the starry depth;
J12.24; E155| And they builded Golgonooza: terrible eternal labour!
J12.25; E155| What are those golden builders doing? where was the burying-place
J12.26; E155| Of soft Ethinthus? near Tyburns fatal Tree? is that
J12.27; E155| Mild Zions hills most ancient promontory; near mournful
J12.28; E155| Ever weeping Paddington? is that Calvary and Golgotha?
J12.29; E155| Becoming a building of pity and compassion? Lo!
J12.30; E155| The stones are pity, and the bricks, well wrought affections:
J12.31; E155| Enameld with love & kindness, & the tiles engraven gold
J12.32; E155| Labour of merciful hands: the beams & rafters are forgiveness:
J12.33; E155| The mortar & cement of the work, tears of honesty: the nails,
J12.34; E155| And the screws & iron braces, are well wrought blandishments,
J12.35; E155| And well contrived words, firm fixing, never forgotten,
J12.36; E155| Always comforting the remembrance: the floors, humility,
J12.37; E155| The cielings, devotion: the hearths, thanksgiving:
J12.38; E155| Prepare the furniture O Lambeth in thy pitying looms!
J12.39; E155| The curtains, woven tears & sighs, wrought into lovely forms
J12.40; E155| For comfort. there the secret furniture of Jerusalems chamber
J12.41; E155| Is wrought: Lambeth! the Bride the Lambs Wife loveth thee:
J12.42; E155| Thou art one with her & knowest not of self in thy supreme joy.
J12.45; E156| Fourfold the Sons of Los in their divisions: and fourfold,
J12.46; E156| The great City of Golgonooza: fourfold toward the north
J12.47; E156| And toward the south fourfold, & fourfold toward the east & west
J12.48; E156| Each within other toward the four points: that toward
J12.49; E156| Eden, and that toward the World of Generation,
J12.50; E156| And that toward Beulah, and that toward Ulro:
J12.51; E156| Ulro is the space of the terrible starry wheels of Albions sons:
J12.52; E156| But that toward Eden is walled up, till time of renovation:
J12.53; E156| Yet it is perfect in its building, ornaments & perfection.
J12.54; E156| And the Four Points are thus beheld in Great Eternity
J12.55; E156| West, the Circumference: South, the Zenith: North,
J12.56; E156| The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever.
J12.57; E156| These are the four Faces towards the Four Worlds of Humanity
J12.58; E156| In every Man. Ezekiel saw them by Chebars flood.
J12.59; E156| And the Eyes are the South, and the Nostrils are the East.
J12.60; E156| And the Tongue is the West, and the Ear is the North.
J12.61; E156| And the North Gate of Golgonooza toward Generation;
J12.62; E156| Has four sculpturd Bulls terrible before the Gate of iron.
J12.63; E156| And iron, the Bulls: and that which looks toward Ulro,
J12.64; E156| Clay bak'd & enamel'd, eternal glowing as four furnaces:
J12.65; E156| Turning upon the Wheels of Albions sons with enormous power.
J12.66; E156| And that toward Beulah four, gold, silver, brass, & iron:
J13.2; E156| The South, a golden Gate, has four Lions terrible, living!
J13.3; E156| That toward Generation, four, of iron carv'd wondrous:
J13.4; E156| That toward Ulro, four, clay bak'd, laborious workmanship
J13.5; E156| That toward Eden, four; immortal gold, silver, brass & iron.
J13.6; E156| The Western Gate fourfold, is closd: having four Cherubim
J13.7; E156| Its guards, living, the work of elemental hands, laborious task!
J13.8; E156| Like Men, hermaphroditic, each winged with eight wings
J13.9; E156| That towards Generation, iron; that toward Beulah, stone;
J13.10; E156| That toward Ulro, clay: that toward Eden, metals.
J13.11; E156| But all clos'd up till the last day, when the graves shall yield their dead
J13.12; E156| The Eastern Gate, fourfold: terrible & deadly its ornaments:
J13.13; E156| Taking their forms from the Wheels of Albions sons; as cogs
J13.14; E156| Are formd in a wheel, to fit the cogs of the adverse wheel.
J13.20; E157| And every part of the City is fourfold; & every inhabitant, fourfold.
J13.21; E157| And every pot & vessel & garment & utensil of the houses,
J13.22; E157| And every house, fourfold; but the third Gate in every one
J13.23; E157| Is closd as with a threefold curtain of ivory & fine linen & ermine.
J13.24; E157| And Luban stands in middle of the City. a moat of fire,
J13.25; E157| Surrounds Luban, Los's Palace & the golden Looms of Cathedron.
J13.26; E157| And sixty-four thousand Genii, guard the Eastern Gate:
J13.27; E157| And sixty-four thousand Gnomes, guard the Northern Gate:
J13.28; E157| And sixty-four thousand Nymphs, guard the Western Gate:
J13.29; E157| And sixty-four thousand Fairies, guard the Southern Gate:
J13.30; E157| Around Golgonooza lies the land of death eternal; a Land
J13.31; E157| Of pain and misery and despair and ever brooding melancholy:
J13.32; E157| In all the Twenty-seven Heavens, numberd from Adam to Luther;
J13.33; E157| From the blue Mundane Shell, reaching to the Vegetative Earth.
J13.34; E157| The Vegetative Universe, opens like a flower from the Earths center:
J13.35; E157| In which is Eternity. It expands in Stars to the Mundane Shell
J13.36; E157| And there it meets Eternity again, both within and without,
J13.37; E157| And the abstract Voids between the Stars are the Satanic Wheels.
J13.38; E157| There is the Cave; the Rock; the Tree; the Lake of Udan Adan;
J13.39; E157| The Forest, and the Marsh, and the Pits of bitumen deadly:
J13.40; E157| The Rocks of solid fire: the Ice valleys: the Plains
J13.41; E157| Of burning sand: the rivers, cataract & Lakes of Fire:
J13.42; E157| The Islands of the fiery Lakes: the Trees of Malice: Revenge:
J13.43; E157| And black Anxiety; and the Cities of the Salamandrine men:
J13.44; E157| (But whatever is visible to the Generated Man,
J13.45; E157| Is a Creation of mercy & love, from the Satanic Void.)
J13.46; E157| The land of darkness flamed but no light, & no repose:
J13.47; E157| The land of snows of trembling, & of iron hail incessant:
J13.48; E157| The land of earthquakes: and the land of woven labyrinths:
J13.49; E157| The land of snares & traps & wheels & pit-falls & dire mills:
J13.50; E157| The Voids, the Solids, & the land of clouds & regions of waters:
J13.51; E157| With their inhabitants: in the Twenty-seven Heavens beneath Beulah:
J13.52; E157| Self-righteousnesses conglomerating against the Divine Vision:
J13.53; E157| A Concave Earth wondrous, Chasmal, Abyssal, Incoherent!
J13.54; E157| Forming the Mundane Shell: above; beneath: on all sides surrounding
J13.55; E157| Golgonooza: Los walks round the walls night and day.
J13.56; E157| He views the City of Golgonooza, & its smaller Cities:
J13.57; E157| The Looms & Mills & Prisons & Work-houses of Og & Anak:
J13.58; E157| The Amalekite: the Canaanite: the Moabite: the Egyptian:
J13.59; E157| And all that has existed in the space of six thousand years:
J13.60; E157| Permanent, & not lost not lost nor vanishd, & every little act,
J13.61; E158| Word, work, & wish, that has existed, all remaining still
J13.62; E158| In those Churches ever consuming & ever building by the Spectres
J13.63; E158| Of all the inhabitants of Earth wailing to be Created:
J13.64; E158| Shadowy to those who dwell not in them, meer possibilities:
J13.65; E158| But to those who enter into them they seem the only substances
J13.66; E158| For every thing exists & not one sigh nor smile nor tear,
J14.2; E158| He views the Cherub at the Tree of Life, also the Serpent,
J14.3; E158| Orc the first born coild in the south: the Dragon Urizen:
J14.4; E158| Tharmas the Vegetated Tongue even the Devouring Tongue:
J14.5; E158| A threefold region, a false brain: a false heart:
J14.6; E158| And false bowels: altogether composing the False Tongue,
J14.7; E158| Beneath Beulah: as a watry flame revolving every way
J14.8; E158| And as dark roots and stems: a Forest of affliction, growing
J14.9; E158| In seas of sorrow. Los also views the Four Females:
J14.10; E158| Ahania, and Enion, and Vala, and Enitharmon lovely.
J14.11; E158| And from them all the lovely beaming Daughters of Albion,
J14.12; E158| Ahania & Enion & Vala, are three evanescent shades:
J14.13; E158| Enitharmon is a vegetated mortal Wife of Los:
J14.14; E158| His Emanation, yet his Wife till the sleep of death is past.
J14.16; E158| And Los beheld his Sons, and he beheld his Daughters:
J14.17; E158| Every one a translucent Wonder: a Universe within,
J14.18; E158| Increasing inwards, into length and breadth, and heighth:
J14.19; E158| Starry & glorious: and they every one in their bright loins:
J14.20; E158| Have a beautiful golden gate which opens into the vegetative world:
J14.21; E158| And every one a gate of rubies & all sorts of precious stones
J14.22; E158| In their translucent hearts, which opens into the vegetative world:
J14.23; E158| And every one a gate of iron dreadful and wonderful,
J14.24; E158| In their translucent heads, which opens into the vegetative world
J14.25; E158| And every one has the three regions Childhood: Manhood: & Age:
J14.26; E158| But the gate of the tongue: the western gate in them is clos'd,
J14.27; E158| Having a wall builded against it: and thereby the gates
J14.28; E158| Eastward & Southward & Northward, are incircled with flaming fires.
J14.29; E158| And the North is Breadth, the South is Heighth & Depth:
J14.30; E158| The East is Inwards: & the West is Outwards every way.
J14.31; E158| And Los beheld the mild Emanation Jerusalem eastward bending
J14.32; E158| Her revolutions toward the Starry Wheels in maternal anguish
J14.33; E158| Like a pale cloud arising from the arms of Beulahs Daughters:
J14.34; E158| In Entuthon Benythons deep Vales beneath Golgonooza. t265
J15.3; E159| In every Nation of the Earth till the Twelve Sons of Albion
J15.4; E159| Enrooted into every Nation: a mighty Polypus growing
J15.5; E159| From Albion over the whole Earth: such is my awful Vision.
J15.6; E159| I see the Four-fold Man. The Humanity in deadly sleep
J15.7; E159| And its fallen Emanation. The Spectre & its cruel Shadow.
J15.8; E159| I see the Past, Present & Future, existing all at once
J15.9; E159| Before me; O Divine Spirit sustain me on thy wings!
J15.10; E159| That I may awake Albion from his long & cold repose.
J15.11; E159| For Bacon & Newton sheathd in dismal steel, their terrors hang
J15.12; E159| Like iron scourges over Albion, Reasonings like vast Serpents
J15.13; E159| Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations
J15.14; E159| I turn my eyes to the Schools & Universities of Europe
J15.15; E159| And there behold the Loom of Locke whose Woof rages dire
J15.16; E159| Washd by the Water-wheels of Newton. black the cloth
J15.17; E159| In heavy wreathes folds over every Nation; cruel Works
J15.18; E159| Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic
J15.19; E159| Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden: which
J15.20; E159| Wheel within Wheel in freedom revolve in harmony & peace.
J15.21; E159| I see in deadly fear in London Los raging round his Anvil
J15.22; E159| Of death: forming an Ax of gold: the Four Sons of Los
J15.23; E159| Stand round him cutting the Fibres from Albions hills
J15.24; E159| That Albions Sons may roll apart over the Nations
J15.25; E159| While Reuben enroots his brethren in the narrow Canaanite
J15.26; E159| From the Limit Noah to the Limit Abram in whose Loins
J15.27; E159| Reuben in his Twelve-fold majesty & beauty shall take refuge
J15.28; E159| As Abraham flees from Chaldea shaking his goary locks
J15.29; E159| But first Albion must sleep, divided from the Nations
J15.30; E159| I see Albion sitting upon his Rock in the first Winter
J15.31; E159| And thence I see the Chaos of Satan & the World of Adam
J15.32; E159| When the Divine Hand went forth on Albion in the mid Winter
J15.33; E159| And at the place of Death when Albion sat in Eternal Death
J15.34; E159| Among the Furnaces of Los in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom
J16.1; E159| Hampstead Highgate Finchley Hendon Muswell hill: rage loud
J16.2; E159| Before Bromions iron Tongs & glowing Poker reddening fierce
J16.3; E159| Hertfordshire glows with fierce Vegetation! in the Forests
J16.4; E159| The Oak frowns terrible, the Beech & Ash & Elm enroot
J16.5; E159| Among the Spiritual fires; loud the Corn fields thunder along
J16.6; E159| The Soldiers fife; the Harlots shriek; the Virgins dismal groan
J16.7; E159| The Parents fear: the Brothers jealousy: the Sisters curse
J16.8; E159| Beneath the Storms of Theotormon & the thundring Bellows
J16.9; E159| Heaves in the hand of Palamabron who in Londons darkness
J16.10; E159| Before the Anvil, watches the bellowing flames: thundering
J16.11; E159| The Hammer loud rages in Rintrahs strong grasp swinging loud
J16.12; E160| Round from heaven to earth down falling with heavy blow
J16.13; E160| Dead on the Anvil, where the red hot wedge groans in pain
J16.14; E160| He quenches it in the black trough of his Forge; Londons River
J16.15; E160| Feeds the dread Forge, trembling & shuddering along the Valleys
J16.16; E160| Humber & Trent roll dreadful before the Seventh Furnace
J16.17; E160| And Tweed & Tyne anxious give up their Souls for Albions sake
J16.18; E160| Lincolnshire Derbyshire Nottinghamshire Leicestershire
J16.19; E160| From Oxfordshire to Norfolk on the Lake of Udan Adan
J16.20; E160| Labour within the Furnaces, walking among the Fires
J16.21; E160| With Ladles huge & iron Pokers over the Island white.
J16.22; E160| Scotland pours out his Sons to labour at the Furnaces
J16.23; E160| Wales gives his Daughters to the Looms; England: nursing Mothers
J16.24; E160| Gives to the Children of Albion & to the Children of Jerusalem
J16.25; E160| From the blue Mundane Shell even to the Earth of Vegetation
J16.26; E160| Throughout the whole Creation which groans to be deliverd.
J16.27; E160| Albion groans in the deep slumbers of Death upon his Rock.
J16.28; E160| Here Los fixd down the Fifty-two Counties of England & Wales
J16.29; E160| The Thirty-six of Scotland, & the Thirty-four of Ireland
J16.30; E160| With mighty power, when they fled out at Jerusalems Gates
J16.31; E160| Away from the Conflict of Luvah & Urizen, fixing the Gates
J16.32; E160| In the Twelve Counties of Wales & thence Gates looking every way
J16.33; E160| To the Four Points: conduct to England & Scotland & Ireland
J16.34; E160| And thence to all the Kingdoms & Nations & Families of the Earth
J16.35; E160| The Gate of Reuben in Carmarthenshire: the Gate of Simeon in
J16.36; E160| Cardiganshire: & the Gate of Levi in Montgomeryshire
J16.37; E160| The Gate of Judah Merionethshire: the Gate of Dan Flintshire
J16.38; E160| The Gate of Napthali, Radnorshire: the Gate of Gad Pembrokeshire
J16.39; E160| The Gate of Asher, Carnarvonshire the Gate of Issachar Brecknokshire
J16.40; E160| The Gate of Zebulun, in Anglesea & Sodor. so is Wales divided.
J16.41; E160| The Gate of Joseph, Denbighshire: the Gate of Benjamin Glamorganshire
J16.42; E160| For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albions Sons
J16.43; E160| And the Forty Counties of England are thus divided in the Gates
J16.44; E160| Of Reuben Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex. Simeon Lincoln, York Lancashire
J16.45; E160| Levi. Middlesex Kent Surrey. Judah Somerset Glouster Wiltshire.
J16.46; E160| Dan. Cornwal Devon Dorset, Napthali, Warwick Leicester Worcester
J16.47; E160| Gad. Oxford Bucks Harford. Asher, Sussex Hampshire Berkshire
J16.48; E160| Issachar, Northampton Rutland Nottgham. Zebulun Bedford Huntgn Camb
J16.49; E160| Joseph Stafford Shrops Heref. Benjamin, Derby Cheshire Monmouth
J16.50; E160| And Cumberland Northumberland Westmoreland & Durham are
J16.51; E160| Divided in the Gates of Reuben, Judah Dan & Joseph
J16.54; E161| Levi Edinburh Roxbro Ross. Judah, Abrdeen Berwik Dumfries
J16.55; E161| Dan Bute Caitnes Clakmanan. Napthali Nairn Invernes Linlithgo
J16.56; E161| Gad Peebles Perth Renfru. Asher Sutherlan Sterling Wigtoun
J16.57; E161| Issachar Selkirk Dumbartn Glasgo. Zebulun Orkney Shetland Skye
J16.58; E161| Joseph Elgin Lanerk Kinros. Benjamin Kromarty Murra Kirkubriht
J16.59; E161| Governing all by the sweet delights of secret amorous glances
J16.60; E161| In Enitharmons Halls builded by Los & his mighty Children
J16.61; E161| All things acted on Earth are seen in the bright Sculptures of
J16.62; E161| Los's Halls & every Age renews its powers from these Works
J16.63; E161| With every pathetic story possible to happen from Hate or
J16.64; E161| Wayward Love & every sorrow & distress is carved here
J16.65; E161| Every Affinity of Parents Marriages & Friendships are here
J16.66; E161| In all their various combinations wrought with wondrous Art
J16.67; E161| All that can happen to Man in his pilgrimage of seventy years
J16.68; E161| Such is the Divine Written Law of Horeb & Sinai:
J16.69; E161| And such the Holy Gospel of Mount Olivet & Calvary:
J17.1; E161| His Spectre divides & Los in fury compells it to divide:
J17.2; E161| To labour in the fire, in the water, in the earth, in the air,
J17.3; E161| To follow the Daughters of Albion as the hound follows the scent
J17.4; E161| Of the wild inhabitant of the forest, to drive them from his own:
J17.5; E161| To make a way for the Children of Los to come from the Furnaces
J17.6; E161| But Los himself against Albions Sons his fury bends, for he
J17.7; E161| Dare not approach the Daughters openly lest he be consumed
J17.8; E161| In the fires of their beauty & perfection & be Vegetated beneath
J17.9; E161| Their Looms, in a Generation of death & resurrection to forgetfulness
J17.10; E161| They wooe Los continually to subdue his strength: he continually
J17.11; E161| Shews them his Spectre: sending him abroad over the four points of heaven
J17.12; E161| In the fierce desires of beauty & in the tortures of repulse! He is
J17.13; E161| The Spectre of the Living pursuing the Emanations of the Dead.
J17.14; E161| Shuddring they flee: they hide in the Druid Temples in cold chastity:
J17.15; E161| Subdued by the Spectre of the Living & terrified by undisguisd desire.
J17.16; E161| For Los said: Tho my Spectre is divided: as I am a Living Man
J17.17; E161| I must compell him to obey me wholly: that Enitharmon may not
J17.18; E161| Be lost: & lest he should devour Enitharmon: Ah me!
J17.19; E161| Piteous image of my soft desires & loves: O Enitharmon!
J17.20; E161| I will compell my Spectre to obey: I will restore to thee thy Children.
J17.21; E161| No one bruises or starves himself to make himself fit for labour! t266
J17.22; E161| Tormented with sweet desire for these beauties of Albion
J17.23; E161| They would never love my power if they did not seek to destroy
J17.24; E161| Enitharmon: Vala would never have sought & loved Albion
J17.25; E161| If she had not sought to destroy Jerusalem; such is that false
J17.26; E161| And Generating Love: a pretence of love to destroy love:
J17.29; E162| They know not why they love nor wherefore they sicken & die
J17.30; E162| Calling that Holy Love: which is Envy Revenge & Cruelty
J17.31; E162| Which separated the stars from the mountains: the mountains from Man
J17.32; E162| And left Man, a little grovelling Root, outside of Himself.
J17.33; E162| Negations are not Contraries: Contraries mutually Exist:
J17.34; E162| But Negations Exist Not: Exceptions & Objections & Unbeliefs
J17.35; E162| Exist not: nor shall they ever be Organized for ever & ever:
J17.36; E162| If thou separate from me, thou art a Negation: a meer
J17.37; E162| Reasoning & Derogation from Me, an Objecting & cruel Spite
J17.38; E162| And Malice & Envy: but my Emanation, Alas! will become
J17.39; E162| My Contrary: O thou Negation, I will continually compell
J17.40; E162| Thee to be invisible to any but whom I please, & when
J17.41; E162| And where & how I please, and never! never! shalt thou be Organized
J17.42; E162| But as a distorted & reversed Reflexion in the Darkness
J17.43; E162| And in the Non Entity: nor shall that which is above
J17.44; E162| Ever descend into thee: but thou shalt be a Non Entity for ever
J17.45; E162| And if any enter into thee, thou shalt be an Unquenchable Fire
J17.46; E162| And he shall be a never dying Worm, mutually tormented by
J17.47; E162| Those that thou tormentest, a Hell & Despair for ever & ever.
J17.48; E162| So Los in secret with himself communed & Enitharmon heard
J17.49; E162| In her darkness & was comforted: yet still she divided away
J17.50; E162| In gnawing pain from Los's bosom in the deadly Night;
J17.51; E162| First as a red Globe of blood trembling beneath his bosom[.]
J17.52; E162| Suspended over her he hung: he infolded her in his garments
J17.53; E162| Of wool: he hid her from the Spectre, in shame & confusion of
J17.54; E162| Face; in terrors & pains of Hell & Eternal Death, the
J17.55; E162| Trembling Globe shot forth Self-living & Los howld over it:
J17.56; E162| Feeding it with his groans & tears day & night without ceasing:
J17.57; E162| And the Spectrous Darkness from his back divided in temptations,
J17.58; E162| And in grinding agonies in threats! stiflings! & direful strugglings.
J17.59; E162| Go thou to Skofield: ask him if he is Bath or if he is Canterbury
J17.60; E162| Tell him to be no more dubious: demand explicit words
J17.61; E162| Tell him: I will dash him into shivers, where & at what time
J17.62; E162| I please: tell Hand & Skofield they are my ministers of evil
J17.63; E162| To those I hate: for I can hate also as well as they!
J18.1; E162| From every-one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty,
J18.2; E162| There is an Outside spread Without, & an Outside spread Within
J18.3; E162| Beyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One:
J18.4; E162| An orbed Void of doubt, despair, hunger, & thirst & sorrow.
J18.5; E162| Here the Twelve Sons of Albion, join'd in dark Assembly,
J18.6; E163| Jealous of Jerusalems children, asham'd of her little-ones
J18.7; E163| (For Vala produc'd the Bodies. Jerusalem gave the Souls)
J18.8; E163| Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-another
J18.9; E163| Into Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead
J18.10; E163| To murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead
J18.11; E163| Cast! Cast ye Jerusalem forth! The Shadow of delusions!
J18.12; E163| The Harlot daughter! Mother of pity and dishonourable forgiveness
J18.13; E163| Our Father Albions sin and shame! But father now no more!
J18.14; E163| Nor sons! nor hateful peace & love, nor soft complacencies
J18.15; E163| With transgressors meeting in brotherhood around the table,
J18.16; E163| Or in the porch or garden. No more the sinful delights
J18.17; E163| Of age and youth and boy and girl and animal and herb,
J18.18; E163| And river and mountain, and city & village, and house & family.
J18.19; E163| Beneath the Oak & Palm, beneath the Vine and Fig-tree.
J18.20; E163| In self-denial!--But War and deadly contention, Between
J18.21; E163| Father and Son, and light and love! All bold asperities
J18.22; E163| Of Haters met in deadly strife, rending the house & garden
J18.23; E163| The unforgiving porches, the tables of enmity, and beds
J18.24; E163| And chambers of trembling & suspition, hatreds of age & youth
J18.25; E163| And boy & girl, & animal & herb, & river & mountain
J18.26; E163| And city & village, and house & family. That the Perfect,
J18.27; E163| May live in glory, redeem'd by Sacrifice of the Lamb
J18.28; E163| And of his children, before sinful Jerusalem. To build
J18.29; E163| Babylon the City of Vala, the Goddess Virgin-Mother.
J18.30; E163| She is our Mother! Nature! Jerusalem is our Harlot-Sister
J18.31; E163| Return'd with Children of pollution, to defile our House,
J18.32; E163| With Sin and Shame. Cast! Cast her into the Potters field.
J18.33; E163| Her little-ones, She must slay upon our Altars: and her aged
J18.34; E163| Parents must be carried into captivity, to redeem her Soul
J18.35; E163| To be for a Shame & a Curse, and to be our Slaves for ever
J18.36; E163| So cry Hand & Hyle the eldest of the fathers of Albions t267
J18.37; E163| Little-ones; to destroy the Divine Saviour; the Friend of Sinners,
J18.38; E163| Building Castles in desolated places, and strong Fortifications.
J18.39; E163| Soon Hand mightily devour'd & absorb'd Albions Twelve Sons.
J18.40; E163| Out from his bosom a mighty Polypus, vegetating in darkness,
J18.41; E163| And Hyle & Coban were his two chosen ones, for Emissaries
J18.42; E163| In War: forth from his bosom they went and return'd.
J18.43; E163| Like Wheels from a great Wheel reflected in the Deep.
J18.44; E163| Hoarse turn'd the Starry Wheels, rending a way in Albions Loins
J18.45; E163| Beyond the Night of Beulah. In a dark & unknown Night,
J18.46; E163| Outstretch'd his Giant beauty on the ground in pain & tears:
J19.3; E164| His tents are fall'n! his trumpets, and the sweet sound of his harp
J19.4; E164| Are silent on his clouded hills, that belch forth storms & fire.
J19.5; E164| His milk of Cows, & honey of Bees, & fruit of golden harvest,
J19.6; E164| Is gather'd in the scorching heat, & in the driving rain:
J19.7; E164| Where once he sat he weary walks in misery and pain:
J19.8; E164| His giant beauty and perfection fallen into dust:
J19.9; E164| Till from within his witherd breast grown narrow with his woes:
J19.10; E164| The corn is turn'd to thistles & the apples into poison:
J19.11; E164| The birds of song to murderous crows, his joys to bitter groans!
J19.12; E164| The voices of children in his tents, to cries of helpless infants!
J19.13; E164| And self-exiled from the face of light & shine of morning,
J19.14; E164| In the dark world a narrow house! he wanders up and down,
J19.15; E164| Seeking for rest and finding none! and hidden far within,
J19.16; E164| His Eon weeping in the cold and desolated Earth.
J19.17; E164| All his Affections now appear withoutside: all his Sons,
J19.18; E164| Hand, Hyle & Coban, Guantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton,
J19.19; E164| Scofeld, Kox, Kotope & Bowen; his Twelve Sons: Satanic Mill!
J19.20; E164| Who are the Spectres of the Twentyfour, each Double-form'd:
J19.21; E164| Revolve upon his mountains groaning in pain: beneath
J19.22; E164| The dark incessant sky, seeking for rest and finding none:
J19.23; E164| Raging against their Human natures, ravning to gormandize
J19.24; E164| The Human majesty and beauty of the Twentyfour.
J19.25; E164| Condensing them into solid rocks with cruelty and abhorrence
J19.26; E164| Suspition & revenge, & the seven diseases of the Soul
J19.27; E164| Settled around Albion and around Luvah in his secret cloud[.]
J19.28; E164| Willing the Friends endur'd, for Albions sake, and for
J19.29; E164| Jerusalem his Emanation shut within his bosom;
J19.30; E164| Which hardend against them more and more; as he builded onwards
J19.31; E164| On the Gulph of Death in self-righteousness, that roll'd
J19.32; E164| Before his awful feet, in pride of virtue for victory:
J19.33; E164| And Los was roofd in from Eternity in Albions Cliffs
J19.34; E164| Which stand upon the ends of Beulah, and withoutside, all
J19.35; E164| Appear'd a rocky form against the Divine Humanity.
J19.36; E164| Albions Circumference was clos'd: his Center began darkning
J19.37; E164| Into the Night of Beulah, and the Moon of Beulah rose
J19.38; E164| Clouded with storms: Los his strong Guard walkd round beneath the Moon
J19.39; E164| And Albion flee inward among the currents of his rivers.
J19.40; E164| He found Jerusalem upon the River of his City soft repos'd
J19.41; E164| In the arms of Vala, assimilating in one with Vala
J19.42; E164| The Lilly of Havilah: and they sang soft thro' Lambeths vales,
J19.43; E164| In a sweet moony night & silence that they had created
J19.44; E164| With a blue sky spread over with wings and a mild moon,
J19.45; E164| Dividing & uniting into many female forms: Jerusalem
J20.1; E165| But when they saw Albion fall'n upon mild Lambeths vale:
J20.2; E165| Astonish'd! Terrified! they hover'd over his Giant limbs.
J20.3; E165| Then thus Jerusalem spoke, while Vala wove the veil of tears:
J20.4; E165| Weeping in pleadings of Love, in the web of despair.
J20.5; E165| Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human life
J20.6; E165| And clos'd up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence:
J20.7; E165| Where we live, forgetting error, not pondering on evil:
J20.8; E165| Among my lambs & brooks of water, among my warbling birds:
J20.9; E165| Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb:
J20.10; E165| Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection.
J20.12; E165| When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls:
J20.13; E165| Upon the ways of men hiding the paths of man and beast,
J20.14; E165| Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings & eyes
J20.15; E165| The distant forest; then the slave groans in the dungeon of stone.
J20.16; E165| The captive in the mill of the stranger, sold for scanty hire.
J20.17; E165| They view their former life: they number moments over and over;
J20.18; E165| Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow.
J20.19; E165| Thou art my sister and my daughter! thy shame is mine also!
J20.20; E165| Ask me not of my griefs! thou knowest all my griefs.
J20.22; E165| O Vala what is Sin? that thou shudderest and weepest
J20.23; E165| At sight of thy once lov'd Jerusalem! What is Sin but a little
J20.24; E165| Error & fault that is soon forgiven; but mercy is not a Sin
J20.25; E165| Nor pity nor love nor kind forgiveness! O! if I have Sinned
J20.26; E165| Forgive & pity me! O! unfold thy Veil in mercy & love!
J20.27; E165| Slay not my little ones, beloved Virgin daughter of Babylon
J20.28; E165| Slay not my infant loves & graces, beautiful daughter of Moab
J20.29; E165| I cannot put off the human form I strive but strive in vain
J20.30; E165| When Albion rent thy beautiful net of gold and silver twine;
J20.31; E165| Thou hadst woven it with art, thou hadst caught me in the bands
J20.32; E165| Of love; thou refusedst to let me go: Albion beheld thy beauty
J20.33; E165| Beautiful thro' our Love's comeliness, beautiful thro' pity.
J20.34; E165| The Veil shone with thy brightness in the eyes of Albion,
J20.35; E165| Because it inclosd pity & love; because we lov'd one-another!
J20.36; E165| Albion lov'd thee! he rent thy Veil! he embrac'd thee! he lov'd thee!
J20.37; E165| Astonish'd at his beauty & perfection, thou forgavest his furious love:
J20.38; E165| I redounded from Albions bosom in my virgin loveliness.
J20.39; E165| The Lamb of God reciev'd me in his arms he smil'd upon us:
J21.1; E166| O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groans
J21.2; E166| You O lovely forms, you have prepared my death-cup:
J21.3; E166| The disease of Shame covers me from head to feet: I have no hope
J21.4; E166| Every boil upon my body is a separate & deadly Sin.
J21.5; E166| Doubt first assaild me, then Shame took possession of me
J21.6; E166| Shame divides Families. Shame hath divided Albion in sunder!
J21.7; E166| First fled my Sons, & then my Daughters, then my Wild Animations
J21.8; E166| My Cattle next, last ev'n the Dog of my Gate. the Forests fled
J21.9; E166| The Corn-fields, & the breathing Gardens outside separated
J21.10; E166| The Sea; the Stars: the Sun: the Moon: drivn forth by my disease
J21.11; E166| All is Eternal Death unless you can weave a chaste
J21.12; E166| Body over an unchaste Mind! Vala! O that thou wert pure!
J21.13; E166| That the deep wound of Sin might be clos'd up with the Needle,
J21.14; E166| And with the Loom: to cover Gwendolen & Ragan with costly Robes
J21.15; E166| Of Natural Virtue, for their Spiritual forms without a Veil
J21.16; E166| Wither in Luvahs Sepulcher. I thrust him from my presence
J21.17; E166| And all my Children followd his loud howlings into the Deep.
J21.18; E166| Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem! I look into thy bosom:
J21.19; E166| I discover thy secret places: Cordella! I behold
J21.20; E166| Thee whom I thought pure as the heavens in innocence & fear:
J21.21; E166| Thy Tabernacle taken down, thy secret Cherubim disclosed
J21.22; E166| Art thou broken? Ah me Sabrina, running by my side:
J21.23; E166| In childhood what wert thou? unutterable anguish! Conwenna
J21.24; E166| Thy cradled infancy is most piteous. O hide, O hide!
J21.25; E166| Their secret gardens were made paths to the traveller:
J21.26; E166| I knew not of their secret loves with those I hated most,
J21.27; E166| Nor that their every thought was Sin & secret appetite
J21.28; E166| Hyle sees in fear, he howls in fury over them, Hand sees
J21.29; E166| In jealous fear: in stern accusation with cruel stripes
J21.30; E166| He drives them thro' the Streets of Babylon before my face:
J21.31; E166| Because they taught Luvah to rise into my clouded heavens
J21.32; E166| Battersea and Chelsea mourn for Cambel & Gwendolen!
J21.33; E166| Hackney and Holloway sicken for Estrild & Ignoge!
J21.34; E166| Because the Peak, Malvern & Cheviot Reason in Cruelty
J21.35; E166| Penmaenmawr & Dhinas-bran Demonstrate in Unbelief
J21.36; E166| Manchester & Liverpool are in tortures of Doubt & Despair
J21.37; E166| Malden & Colchester Demonstrate: I hear my Childrens voices t268
J21.38; E166| I see their piteous faces gleam out upon the cruel winds
J21.39; E166| From Lincoln & Norwich, from Edinburgh & Monmouth:
J21.40; E166| I see them distant from my bosom scoured along the roads
J21.41; E166| Then lost in clouds; I hear their tender voices! clouds divide
J21.42; E167| I see them die beneth the whips of the Captains! they are taken
J21.43; E167| In solemn pomp into Chaldea across the bredths of Europe
J21.44; E167| Six months they lie embalmd in Silent death: warshipped t269
J21.45; E167| Carried in Arks of Oak before the armies in the spring
J21.46; E167| Bursting their Arks they rise again to life: they play before
J21.47; E167| The Armies: I hear their loud cymbals & their deadly cries
J21.48; E167| Are the Dead cruel? are those who are infolded in moral Law
J21.49; E167| Revengeful? O that Death & Annihilation were the same!
J21.50; E167| Then Vala answerd spreading her scarlet Veil over Albion
J22.1; E167| Albion thy fear has made me tremble; thy terrors have surrounded me
J22.2; E167| Thy Sons have naild me on the Gates piercing my hands & feet:
J22.3; E167| Till Skofields Nimrod the mighty Huntsman Jehovah came,
J22.4; E167| With Cush his Son & took me down. He in a golden Ark,
J22.5; E167| Bears me before his Armies tho my shadow hovers here
J22.6; E167| The flesh of multitudes fed & nouris[h]d me in my childhood
J22.7; E167| My morn & evening food were prepard in Battles of Men
J22.8; E167| Great is the cry of the Hounds of Nimrod along the Valley
J22.9; E167| Of Vision, they scent the odor of War in the Valley of Vision.
J22.10; E167| All Love is lost! terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love t270
J22.11; E167| And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty
J22.12; E167| Once thou wast to me the loveliest Son of heaven; but now
J22.13; E167| Where shall I hide from thy dread countenance & searching eyes
J22.14; E167| I have looked into the secret Soul of him I loved
J22.15; E167| And in the dark recesses found Sin & can never return.
J22.19; E167| Then spoke Jerusalem O Albion! my Father Albion
J22.20; E167| Why wilt thou number every little fibre of my Soul
J22.21; E167| Spreading them out before the Sun like stalks of flax to dry?
J22.22; E167| The Infant Joy is beautiful, but its anatomy
J22.23; E167| Horrible hast & deadly! nought shalt thou find in it
J22.24; E167| But dark despair & everlasting brooding melancholy!
J22.26; E167| Hide thou Jerusalem in impalpable voidness, not to be
J22.27; E167| Touchd by the hand nor seen with the eye: O Jerusalem
J22.28; E167| Would thou wert not & that thy place might never be found
J22.29; E167| But come O Vala with knife & cup: drain my blood
J22.30; E167| To the last drop! then hide me in thy Scarlet Tabernacle
J23.1; E168| Jerusalem! Jerusalem! deluding shadow of Albion!
J23.2; E168| Daughter of my phantasy! unlawful pleasure! Albions curse!
J23.3; E168| I came here with intention to annihilate thee! But
J23.4; E168| My soul is melted away, inwoven within the Veil
J23.5; E168| Hast thou again knitted the Veil of Vala, which I for thee
J23.6; E168| Pitying rent in ancient times. I see it whole and more
J23.7; E168| Perfect, and shining with beauty! But thou! O wretched Father! t271
J23.8; E168| Jerusalem reply'd, like a voice heard from a sepulcher:
J23.9; E168| Father! once piteous! Is Pity. a Sin? Embalm'd in Vala's bosom
J23.10; E168| In an Eternal Death for. Albions sake, our best beloved.
J23.11; E168| Thou art my Father & my Brother: Why hast thou hidden me,
J23.12; E168| Remote from the divine Vision: my Lord and Saviour.
J23.13; E168| Trembling stood Albion at her words in jealous dark despair:
J23.14; E168| He felt that Love and Pity are the same; a soft repose!
J23.15; E168| Inward complacency of Soul: a Self-annihilation!
J23.16; E168| I have erred! I am ashamed! and will never return more:
J23.17; E168| I have taught my children sacrifices of cruelty: what shall I answer?
J23.18; E168| I will hide it from Eternals! I will give myself for my Children!
J23.19; E168| Which way soever I turn, I behold Humanity and Pity!
J23.20; E168| He recoil'd: he rush'd outwards; he bore the Veil whole away
J23.21; E168| His fires redound from his Dragon Altars in Errors returning.
J23.22; E168| He drew the Veil of Moral Virtue, woven for Cruel Laws,
J23.23; E168| And cast it into the Atlantic Deep, to catch the Souls of the Dead.
J23.24; E168| He stood between the Palm tree & the Oak of weeping
J23.25; E168| Which stand upon the edge of Beulah; and there Albion sunk
J23.26; E168| Down in sick pallid languor! These were his last words, relapsing!
J23.27; E168| Hoarse from his rocks, from caverns of Derbyshire & Wales
J23.28; E168| And Scotland, utter'd from the Circumference into Eternity.
J23.29; E168| Blasphemous Sons of Feminine delusion! God in the dreary Void
J23.30; E168| Dwells from Eternity, wide separated from the Human Soul
J23.31; E168| But thou deluding Image by whom imbu'd the Veil I rent
J23.32; E168| Lo here is Valas Veil whole, for a Law, a Terror & a Curse!
J23.33; E168| And therefore God takes vengeance on me: from my clay-cold bosom
J23.34; E168| My children wander trembling victims of his Moral Justice.
J23.35; E169| His snows fall on me and cover me, while in the Veil I fold
J23.36; E169| My dying limbs. Therefore O Manhood, if thou art aught
J23.37; E169| But a meer Phantasy, hear dying Albions Curse!
J23.38; E169| May God who dwells in this dark Ulro & voidness, vengeance take,
J23.39; E169| And draw thee down into this Abyss of sorrow and torture,
J23.40; E169| Like me thy Victim. O that Death & Annihilation were the same!
J24.1; E169| What have I said? What have I done? O all-powerful Human Words!
J24.2; E169| You recoil back upon me in the blood of the Lamb slain in his Children.
J24.3; E169| Two bleeding Contraries equally true, are his Witnesses against me
J24.4; E169| We reared mighty Stones: we danced naked around them:
J24.5; E169| Thinking to bring Love into light of day, to Jerusalems shame:
J24.6; E169| Displaying our Giant limbs to all the winds of heaven! Sudden
J24.7; E169| Shame siezd us, we could not look on one-another for abhorrence: the Blue
J24.8; E169| Of our immortal Veins & all their Hosts fled from our Limbs,
J24.9; E169| And wanderd distant in a dismal Night clouded & dark:
J24.10; E169| The Sun fled from the Britons forehead: the Moon from his mighty loins:
J24.11; E169| Scandinavia fled with all his mountains filld with groans.
J24.12; E169| O what is Life & what is Man. O what is Death? Wherefore
J24.13; E169| Are you my Children, natives in the Grave to where I go
J24.14; E169| Or are you born to feed the hungry ravenings of Destruction
J24.15; E169| To be the sport of Accident! to waste in Wrath & Love, a weary
J24.16; E169| Life, in brooding cares & anxious labours, that prove but chaff.
J24.17; E169| O Jerusalem Jerusalem I have forsaken thy Courts
J24.18; E169| Thy Pillars of ivory & gold: thy Curtains of silk & fine
J24.19; E169| Linen: thy Pavements of precious stones: thy Walls of pearl
J24.20; E169| And gold, thy Gates of Thanksgiving thy Windows of Praise:
J24.21; E169| Thy Clouds of Blessing; thy Cherubims of Tender-mercy
J24.22; E169| Stretching their Wings sublime over the Little-ones of Albion
J24.23; E169| O Human Imagination O Divine Body I have Crucified
J24.24; E169| I have turned my back upon thee into the Wastes of Moral Law:
J24.25; E169| There Babylon is builded in the Waste, founded in Human desolation.
J24.26; E169| O Babylon thy Watchman stands over thee in the night
J24.27; E169| Thy severe Judge all the day long proves thee O Babylon
J24.28; E169| With provings of destruction, with giving thee thy hearts desire.
J24.29; E169| But Albion is cast forth to the Potter his Children to the Builders
J24.30; E169| To build Babylon because they have forsaken Jerusalem
J24.31; E169| The Walls of Babylon are Souls of Men: her Gates the Groans
J24.32; E169| Of Nations: her Towers are the Miseries of once happy Families.
J24.33; E169| Her Streets are paved with Destruction, her Houses built with Death
J24.34; E169| Her Palaces with Hell & the Grave; her Synagogues with Torments
J24.35; E169| Of ever-hardening Despair squard & polishd with cruel skill
J24.36; E170| Yet thou wast lovely as the summer cloud upon my hills
J24.37; E170| When Jerusalem was thy hearts desire in times of youth & love.
J24.38; E170| Thy Sons came to Jerusalem with gifts, she sent them away
J24.39; E170| With blessings on their hands & on their feet, blessings of gold,
J24.40; E170| And pearl & diamond: thy Daughters sang in her Courts:
J24.41; E170| They came up to Jerusalem; they walked before Albion
J24.42; E170| In the Exchanges of London every Nation walkd
J24.43; E170| And London walkd in every Nation mutual in love & harmony
J24.44; E170| Albion coverd the whole Earth, England encompassd the Nations,
J24.45; E170| Mutual each within others bosom in Visions of Regeneration;
J24.46; E170| Jerusalem coverd the Atlantic Mountains & the Erythrean,
J24.47; E170| From bright Japan & China to Hesperia France & England.
J24.48; E170| Mount Zion lifted his head in every Nation under heaven:
J24.49; E170| And the Mount of Olives was beheld over the whole Earth:
J24.50; E170| The footsteps of the Lamb of God were there: but now no more
J24.51; E170| No more shall I behold him, he is closd in Luvahs Sepulcher.
J24.52; E170| Yet why these smitings of Luvah, the gentlest mildest Zoa?
J24.53; E170| If God was Merciful this could not be: O Lamb of God
J24.54; E170| Thou art a delusion and Jerusalem is my Sin! O my Children
J24.55; E170| I have educated you in the crucifying cruelties of Demonstration
J24.56; E170| Till you have assum'd the Providence of God & slain your Father
J24.57; E170| Dost thou appear before me who liest dead in Luvahs Sepulcher
J24.58; E170| Dost thou forgive me! thou who wast Dead & art Alive? t272
J24.59; E170| Look not so Merciful upon me O thou Slain Lamb of God
J24.60; E170| I die! I die in thy arms tho Hope is banishd from me. t273
J24.61; E170| Thundring the Veil rushes from his hand Vegetating Knot by
J24.62; E170| Knot, Day by Day, Night by Night; loud roll the indignant Atlantic
J24.63; E170| Waves & the Erythrean, turning up the bottoms of the Deeps
J25.3; E170| Why did you take Vengeance O ye Sons of the mighty Albion?
J25.4; E170| Planting these Oaken Groves: Erecting these Dragon Temples
J25.5; E170| Injury the Lord heals but Vengeance cannot be healed:
J25.6; E170| As the Sons of Albion have done to Luvah: so they have in him
J25.7; E170| Done to the Divine Lord & Saviour, who suffers with those that suffer:
J25.8; E170| For not one sparrow can suffer, & the whole Universe not suffer also,
J25.9; E170| In all its Regions, & its Father & Saviour not pity and weep.
J25.10; E170| But Vengeance is the destroyer of Grace & Repentance in the bosom
J25.11; E170| Of the Injurer: in which the Divine Lamb is cruelly slain:
J25.12; E170| Descend O Lamb of God & take away the imputation of Sin
J25.13; E170| By the Creation of States & the deliverance of Individuals Evermore Amen
J25.14; E171| Thus wept they in Beulah over the Four Regions of Albion
J25.15; E171| But many doubted & despaird & imputed Sin & Righteousness
J25.16; E171| To Individuals & not to States, and these Slept in Ulro.
J27; E171| To the Jews.
J27prose; E171| Jerusalem the Emanation of the Giant Albion! Can it be? Is it a
J27prose; E171| Truth that the Learned have explored? Was Britain the Primitive
J27prose; E171| Seat of the Patriarchal Religion? If it is true: my title-page is
J27prose; E171| also True, that Jerusalem was & is the Emanation of the Giant
J27prose; E171| Albion. It is True, and cannot be controverted. Ye are united O
J27prose; E171| ye Inhabitants of Earth in One Religion. The Religion of Jesus:
J27prose; E171| the most Ancient, the Eternal: & the Everlasting Gospel--The
J27prose; E171| Wicked will turn it to Wickedness,
J27prose; E171| the Righteous to Righteousness. Amen! Huzza! Selah!
J27prose; E171| "All things Begin & End in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore."
J27prose; E171| Your Ancestors derived their origin from Abraham, Heber, Shem,
J27prose; E171| and Noah, who were Druids: as the Druid Temples (which are the
J27prose; E171| Patriarchal Pillars & Oak Groves) over the whole Earth witness to
J27prose; E171| this day.
J27prose; E171| You have a tradition, that Man anciently containd in his mighty
J27prose; E171| limbs all things in Heaven & Earth: this you recieved from the
J27prose; E171| Druids.
J27prose; E171| "But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of
J27prose; E171| Albion"
J27.1; E171| The fields from Islington to Marybone,
J27.2; E171| To Primrose Hill and Saint Johns Wood:
J27.3; E171| Were builded over with pillars of gold,
J27.4; E171| And there Jerusalems pillars stood.
J27.13; E172| The Jews-harp-house & the Green Man;
J27.14; E172| The Ponds where Boys to bathe delight:
J27.15; E172| The fields of Cows by Willans farm: t275
J27.16; E172| Shine in Jerusalems pleasant sight.
J27prose; E174| If Humility is Christianity; you O Jews are the true
J27prose; E174| Christians; If your tradition that Man contained in his Limbs,
J27prose; E174| all Animals, is True & they were separated from him by cruel
J27prose; E174| Sacrifices: and when compulsory cruel Sacrifices had brought
J27prose; E174| Humanity into a Feminine Tabernacle, in the loins of Abraham &
J27prose; E174| David: the Lamb of God, the Saviour became apparent on Earth as
J27prose; E174| the Prophets had foretold? The Return of Israel is a Return to
J27prose; E174| Mental Sacrifice & War. Take up the Cross O Israel & follow Jesus.
J28; E174| Chap: 2.
J28.1; E174| Every ornament of perfection, and every labour of love,
J28.2; E174| In all the Garden of Eden, & in all the golden mountains
J28.3; E174| Was become an envied horror, and a remembrance of jealousy:
J28.4; E174| And every Act a Crime, and Albion the punisher & judge.
J28.6; E174| All these ornaments are crimes, they are made by the labours
J28.7; E174| Of loves: of unnatural consanguinities and friendships
J28.8; E174| Horrid to think of when enquired deeply into; and all
J28.9; E174| These hills & valleys are accursed witnesses of Sin
J28.10; E174| I therefore condense them into solid rocks, stedfast!
J28.11; E174| A foundation and certainty and demonstrative truth:
J28.12; E174| That Man be separate from Man, & here I plant my seat.
J28.13; E174| Cold snows drifted around him: ice coverd his loins around
J28.14; E174| He sat by Tyburns brook, and underneath his heel, shot up!
J28.15; E174| A deadly Tree, he nam'd it Moral Virtue, and the Law
J28.16; E174| Of God who dwells in Chaos hidden from the human sight.
J28.17; E174| The Tree spread over him its cold shadows, (Albion groand)
J28.18; E174| They bent don, they felt the earth and again enrooting
J28.19; E174| Shot into many a Tree! an endless labyrinth of woe!
J28.20; E174| From willing sacrifice of Self, to sacrifice of (miscall'd) Enemies
J28.21; E174| For Atonement: Albion began to erect twelve Altars,
J28.22; E174| Of rough unhewn rocks, before the Potters Furnace
J28.23; E174| He nam'd them Justice, and Truth. And Albions Sons
J28.24; E174| Must have become the first Victims, being the first transgressors
J28.25; E174| But they fled to the mountains to seek ransom: building A Strong
J28.26; E174| Fortification against the Divine Humanity and Mercy,
J28.27; E174| In Shame & Jealousy to annihilate Jerusalem!
J29.5; E175| I am your Rational Power O Albion & that Human Form
J29.6; E175| You call Divine, is but a Worm seventy inches long
J29.7; E175| That creeps forth in a night & is dried in the morning sun
J29.8; E175| In fortuitous concourse of memorys accumulated & lost
J29.9; E175| It plows the Earth in its own conceit, it overwhelms the Hills
J29.10; E175| Beneath its winding labyrinths, till a stone of the brook
J29.11; E175| Stops it in midst of its pride among its hills & rivers[.]
J29.12; E175| Battersea & Chelsea mourn, London & Canterbury tremble
J29.13; E175| Their place shall not be found as the wind passes over[.]
J29.14; E175| The ancient Cities of the Earth remove as a traveller
J29.15; E175| And shall Albions Cities remain when I pass over them
J29.16; E175| With my deluge of forgotten remembrances over the tablet
J29.17; E175| So spoke the Spectre to Albion. he is the Great Selfhood
J29.18; E175| Satan: Worshipd as God by the Mighty Ones of the Earth
J29.19; E175| Having a white Dot calld a Center from which branches out
J29.20; E175| A Circle in continual gyrations. this became a Heart
J29.21; E175| From which sprang numerous branches varying their motions
J29.22; E175| Producing many Heads three or seven or ten, & hands & feet
J29.23; E175| Innumerable at will of the unfortunate contemplator
J29.24; E175| Who becomes his food[:] such is the way of the Devouring Power
J29.25; E175| And this is the cause of the appearance in the frowning Chaos[.]
J29.26; E175| Albions Emanation which he had hidden in Jealousy
J29.27; E175| Appeard now in the frowning Chaos prolific upon the Chaos
J29.28; E175| Reflecting back to Albion in Sexual Reasoning Hermaphroditic
J29.29; E175| Albion spoke. Who art thou that appearest in gloomy pomp
J29.30; E175| Involving the Divine Vision in colours of autumn ripeness
J29.31; E175| I never saw thee till this time, nor beheld life abstracted
J29.32; E175| Nor darkness immingled with light on my furrowd field
J29.33; E175| Whence camest thou! who art thou O loveliest? the Divine Vision
J29.34; E175| Is as nothing before thee, faded is all life and joy
J29.36; E175| I was a City & a Temple built by Albions Children.
J29.37; E175| I was a Garden planted with beauty I allured on hill & valley
J29.38; E175| The River of Life to flow against my walls & among my trees
J29.39; E175| Vala was Albions Bride & Wife in great Eternity
J29.40; E175| The loveliest of the daughters of Eternity when in day-break
J29.41; E176| I emanated from Luvah over the Towers of Jerusalem
J29.42; E176| And in her Courts among her little Children offering up
J29.43; E176| The Sacrifice of fanatic love! why loved I Jerusalem!
J29.44; E176| Why was I one with her embracing in the Vision of Jesus
J29.45; E176| Wherefore did I loving create love, which never yet
J29.46; E176| Immingled God & Man, when thou & I, hid the Divine Vision
J29.47; E176| In cloud of secret gloom which behold involve me round about t278
J29.48; E176| Know me now Albion: look upon me I alone am Beauty
J29.49; E176| The Imaginative Human Form is but a breathing of Vala
J29.50; E176| I breathe him forth into the Heaven from my secret Cave
J29.51; E176| Born of the Woman to obey the Woman O Albion the mighty
J29.52; E176| For the Divine appearance is Brotherhood, but I am Love
J30.2; E176| Art thou Vala? replied Albion, image of my repose
J30.3; E176| O how I tremble! how my members pour down milky fear!
J30.4; E176| A dewy garment covers me all over, all manhood is gone!
J30.5; E176| At thy word & at thy look death enrobes me about
J30.6; E176| From head to feet, a garment of death & eternal fear
J30.7; E176| Is not that Sun thy husband & that Moon thy glimmering Veil?
J30.8; E176| Are not the Stars of heaven thy Children! art thou not Babylon?
J30.9; E176| Art thou Nature Mother of all! is Jerusalem thy Daughter
J30.10; E176| Why have thou elevate inward: O dweller of outward chambers
J30.11; E176| From grot & cave beneath the Moon dim region of death
J30.12; E176| Where I laid my Plow in the hot noon, where my hot team fed
J30.13; E176| Where implements of War are forged, the Plow to go over the Nations
J30.14; E176| In pain girding me round like a rib of iron in heaven! O Vala
J30.15; E176| In Eternity they neither marry nor are given in marriage
J30.16; E176| Albion the high Cliff of the Atlantic is become a barren Land
J30.17; E176| Los stood at his Anvil: he heard the contentions of Vala--
J30.18; E176| He heavd his thundring Bellows upon the valleys of Middlesex
J30.19; E176| He opend his Furnaces before Vala, then Albion frownd in anger
J30.20; E176| On his Rock: ere yet the Starry Heavens were fled away
J30.21; E176| From his awful Members, and thus Los cried aloud
J30.22; E176| To the Sons of Albion & to Hand the eldest Son of Albion
J30.23; E176| I hear the screech of Childbirth loud pealing, & the groans
J30.24; E176| Of Death, in Albions clouds dreadful utterd over all the Earth
J30.25; E176| What may Man be? who can tell! but what may Woman be?
J30.26; E176| To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave.
J30.27; E176| There is a Throne in every Man, it is the Throne of God
J30.28; E176| This Woman has claimd as her own & Man is no more!
J30.29; E176| Albion is the Tabernacle of Vala & her Temple
J30.30; E176| And not the Tabernacle & Temple of the Most High
J30.31; E176| O Albion why wilt thou Create a Female Will?
J30.32; E177| To hide the most evident God in a hidden covert, even
J30.33; E177| In the shadows of a Woman & a secluded Holy Place
J30.34; E177| That we may pry after him as after a stolen treasure
J30.35; E177| Hidden among the Dead & mured up from the paths of life
J30.36; E177| Hand! art thou not Reuben enrooting thyself into Bashan
J30.37; E177| Till thou remainest a vaporous Shadow in a Void! O Merlin!
J30.38; E177| Unknown among the Dead where never before Existence came
J30.39; E177| Is this the Female Will O ye lovely Daughters of Albion. To
J30.40; E177| Converse concerning Weight & Distance in the Wilds of Newton & Locke
J30.43; E177| Reuben slept in Bashan like one dead in the valley
J30.44; E177| Cut off from Albions mountains & from all the Earths summits
J30.45; E177| Between Succoth & Zaretan beside the Stone of Bohan
J30.46; E177| While the Daughters of Albion divided Luvah into three Bodies
J30.47; E177| Los bended his Nostrils down to the Earth, then sent him over
J30.48; E177| Jordan to the Land of the Hittite: every-one that saw him
J30.49; E177| Fled! they fled at his horrible Form: they hid in caves
J30.50; E177| And dens, they looked on one-another & became what they beheld
J30.51; E177| Reuben return'd to Bashan, in despair he slept on the Stone.
J30.52; E177| Then Gwendolen divided into Rahab & Tirza in Twelve Portions[.]
J30.53; E177| Los rolled, his Eyes into two narrow circles, then sent him
J30.54; E177| Over Jordan; all terrified fled: they became what they beheld.
J30.55; E177| If Perceptive Organs vary: Objects of Perception seem to vary:
J30.56; E177| If the Perceptive Organs close: their Objects seem to close also:
J30.57; E177| Consider this O mortal Man! O worm of sixty winters said Los
J30.58; E177| Consider Sexual Organization & hide thee in the dust.
J31.1; E177| Then the Divine hand found the Two Limits, Satan and Adam,
J31.2; E177| In Albions bosom: for in every Human bosom those Limits stand.
J31.3; E177| And the Divine voice came from the Furnaces, as multitudes without
J31.4; E177| Number! the voices of the innumerable multitudes of Eternity.
J31.5; E177| And the appearance of a Man was seen in the Furnaces;
J31.6; E177| Saving those who have sinned from the punishment of the Law,
J31.7; E177| (In pity of the punisher whose state is eternal death,)
J31.8; E177| And keeping them from Sin by the mild counsels of his love.
J31.9; E177| Albion goes to Eternal Death: In Me all Eternity.
J31.10; E177| Must pass thro' condemnation, and awake beyond the Grave!
J31.11; E177| No individual can keep these Laws, for they are death
J31.12; E177| To every energy of man, and forbid the springs of life;
J31.13; E177| Albion hath enterd the State Satan! Be permanent O State!
J31.14; E177| And be thou for ever accursed! that Albion may arise again:
J32.1; E178| Reuben return'd to his place, in vain he sought beautiful Tirzah
J32.2; E178| For his Eyelids were narrowd, & his Nostrils scented the ground
J32.3; E178| And Sixty Winters Los raged in the Divisions of Reuben:
J32.4; E178| Building the Moon of Ulro, plank by plank & rib by rib
J32.5; E178| Reuben slept in the Cave of Adam, and Los folded his Tongue
J32.6; E178| Between Lips of mire & clay, then sent him forth over Jordan
J32.7; E178| In the love of Tirzah he said Doubt is my food day & night--
J32.8; E178| All that beheld him fled howling and gnawed their tongues
J32.9; E178| For pain: they became what they beheld[.] In reasonings Reuben returned
J32.10; E178| To Heshbon. disconsolate he walkd thro Moab & he stood
J32.11; E178| Before the Furnaces of Los in a horrible dreamful slumber,
J32.12; E178| On Mount Gilead looking toward Gilgal: and Los bended
J32.13; E178| His Ear in a spiral circle outward; then sent him over Jordan.
J32.14; E178| The Seven Nations fled before him they became what they beheld
J32.15; E178| Hand, Hyle & Coban fled: they became what they beheld
J32.16; E178| Gwantock & Peachy hid in Damascus beneath Mount Lebanon
J32.17; E178| Brereton & Slade in Egypt. Hutton & Skofeld & Kox
J32.18; E178| Fled over Chaldea in terror in pains in every nerve
J32.19; E178| Kotope & Bowen became what they beheld, fleeing over the Earth
J32.20; E178| And the Twelve Female Emanations fled with them agonizing.
J32.21; E178| Jerusalem trembled seeing her Children drivn by Los's Hammer
J32.22; E178| In the visions of the dreams of Beulah on the edge of Non-Entity
J32.23; E178| Hand stood between Reuben & Merlin, as the Reasoning Spectre
J32.24; E178| Stands between the Vegetative Man & his Immortal Imagination
J32.25; E178| And the Four Zoa's clouded rage East & West & North & South
J32.26; E178| They change their situations, in the Universal Man.
J32.27; E178| Albion groans, he sees the Elements divide before his face.
J32.28; E178| And England who is Brittannia divided into Jerusalem & Vala
J32.29; E178| And Urizen assumes the East, Luvah assumes the South
J32.30; E178| In his dark Spectre ravening from his open Sepulcher
J32.31; E178| And the Four Zoa's who are the Four Eternal Senses of Man
J32.32; E178| Became Four Elements separating from the Limbs of Albion
J32.33; E178| These are their names in the Vegetative Generation
J32.34; E178| [West Weighing East & North dividing Generation South bounding] t280
J32.35; E178| And Accident & Chance were found hidden in Length Bredth & Highth
J32.36; E178| And they divided into Four ravening deathlike Forms
J32.37; E178| Fairies & Genii & Nymphs & Gnomes of the Elements.
J32.38; E178| These are States Permanently Fixed by the Divine Power
J32.39; E179| The Atlantic Continent sunk round Albions cliffy shore
J32.40; E179| And the Sea poured in amain upon the Giants of Albion
J32.41; E179| As Los bended the Senses of Reuben Reuben is Merlin
J32.42; E179| Exploring the Three States of Ulro; Creation; Redemption. & Judgment
J32.44; E179| Have you known the judgment that is arisen among the
J32.45; E179| Zoa's of Albion? where a Man dare hardly to embrace
J32.46; E179| His own Wife, for the terrors of Chastity that they call
J32.47; E179| By the name of Morality. their Daughters govern all
J32.48; E179| I hidden deceit! they are Vegetable only fit for burning
J32.49; E179| Art & Science cannot exist but by Naked Beauty displayd
J32.50; E179| Then those in Great Eternity who contemplate on Death
J32.51; E179| Said thus. What seems to Be: Is: To those to whom
J32.52; E179| It seems to Be, & is productive of the most dreadful
J32.53; E179| Consequences to those to whom it seems to Be: even of
J32.54; E179| Torments, Despair, Eternal Death; but the Divine Mercy
J32.55; E179| Steps beyond and Redeems Man in the Body of Jesus Amen
J32.56; E179| And Length Bredth Highth again Obey the Divine Vision Hallelujah
J33.2; E179| I feel my Spectre rising upon me! Albion! arouze thyself!
J33.3; E179| Why dost thou thunder with frozen Spectrous wrath against us?
J33.4; E179| The Spectre is, in Giant Man; insane, and most deform'd.
J33.5; E179| Thou wilt certainly provoke my Spectre against thine in fury!
J33.6; E179| He has a Sepulcher hewn out of a Rock ready for thee:
J33.7; E179| And a Death of Eight thousand years forg'd by thyself, upon
J33.8; E179| The point of his Spear! if thou persistest to forbid with Laws
J33.9; E179| Our Emanations, and to attack our secret supreme delights
J33.10; E179| So Los spoke: But when he saw blue death in Albions feet, t282
J33.11; E179| Again he join'd the Divine Body, following merciful;
J33.12; E179| While Albion fled more indignant! revengeful covering
J34.1; E179| His face and bosom with petrific hardness, and his hands
J34.2; E179| And feet, lest any should enter his bosom & embrace
J34.3; E179| His hidden heart; his Emanation wept & trembled within him:
J34.4; E179| Uttering not his jealousy, but hiding it as with
J34.5; E179| Iron and steel, dark and opake, with clouds & tempests brooding:
J34.6; E179| His strong limbs shudderd upon his mountains high and dark.
J34.7; E179| Turning from Universal Love petrific as he went,
J34.8; E179| His cold against the warmth of Eden rag'd with loud
J34.9; E179| Thunders of deadly war (the fever of the human soul)
J34.10; E179| Fires and clouds of rolling smoke! but mild the Saviour follow'd him,
J34.11; E180| Displaying the Eternal Vision! the Divine Similitude!
J34.12; E180| In loves and tears of brothers, sisters, sons, fathers, and friends
J34.13; E180| Which if Man ceases to behold, he ceases to exist:
J34.14; E180| Saying. Albion! Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love,
J34.15; E180| With intellectual spears, & long winged arrows of thought:
J34.16; E180| Mutual in one anothers love and wrath all renewing
J34.17; E180| We live as One Man; for contracting our infinite senses
J34.18; E180| We behold multitude; or expanding: we behold as one,
J34.19; E180| As One Man all the Universal Family; and that One Man
J34.20; E180| We call Jesus the Christ: and he in us, and we in him,
J34.21; E180| Live in perfect harmony in Eden the land of life,
J34.22; E180| Giving, recieving, and forgiving each others trespasses.
J34.23; E180| He is the Good shepherd, he is the Lord and master:
J34.24; E180| He is the Shepherd of Albion, he is all in all,
J34.25; E180| In Eden: in the garden of God: and in heavenly Jerusalem.
J34.26; E180| If we have offended, forgive us, take not vengeance against us.
J34.29; E180| I behold London; a Human awful wonder of God!
J34.30; E180| He says: Return, Albion, return! I give myself for thee:
J34.31; E180| My Streets are my, Ideas of Imagination.
J34.32; E180| Awake Albion, awake! and let us awake up together.
J34.33; E180| My Houses are Thoughts: my Inhabitants; Affections,
J34.34; E180| The children of my thoughts, walking within my blood-vessels,
J34.35; E180| Shut from my nervous form which sleeps upon the verge of Beulah
J34.36; E180| In dreams of darkness, while my vegetating blood in veiny pipes,
J34.37; E180| Rolls dreadful thro' the Furnaces of Los, and the Mills of Satan.
J34.38; E180| For Albions sake, and for Jerusalem thy Emanation
J34.39; E180| I give myself, and these my brethren give themselves for Albion.
J34.40; E180| So spoke London, immortal Guardian! I heard in Lambeths shades:
J34.41; E180| In Felpham I heard and saw the Visions of Albion
J34.42; E180| I write in South Molton Street what I both see and hear
J34.43; E180| In regions of Humanity, in Londons opening streets.
J34.44; E180| I see thee awful Parent Land in light, behold I see!
J34.45; E180| Verulam! Canterbury! venerable parent of men,
J34.46; E180| Generous immortal Guardian golden clad! for Cities
J34.47; E180| Are Men, fathers of multitudes, and Rivers & Mount[a]ins
J34.48; E180| Are also Men; every thing is Human, mighty! sublime!
J34.49; E180| In every bosom a Universe expands, as wings
J34.50; E180| Let down at will around, and call'd the Universal Tent.
J34.51; E180| York, crown'd with loving kindness. Edinburgh, cloth'd
J34.52; E180| With fortitude as with a garment of immortal texture
J34.53; E180| Woven in looms of Eden, in spiritual deaths of mighty men
J34.54; E181| Who give themselves, in Golgotha, Victims to Justice; where
J34.55; E181| There is in Albion a Gate of precious stones and gold
J34.56; E181| Seen only by Emanations, by vegetations viewless,
J34.57; E181| Bending across the road of Oxford Street; it from Hyde Park
J34.58; E181| To Tyburns deathful shades, admits the wandering souls
J34.59; E181| Of multitudes who die from Earth: this Gate cannot be found
J35.1; E181| By Satans Watch-fiends tho' they search numbering every grain
J35.2; E181| Of sand on Earth every night, they never find this Gate.
J35.3; E181| It is the Gate of Los. Withoutside is the Mill, intricate, dreadful
J35.4; E181| And fill'd with cruel tortures; but no mortal man can find the Mill
J35.5; E181| Of Satan, in his mortal pilgrimage of seventy years
J35.6; E181| For Human beauty knows it not: nor can Mercy find it! But t283
J35.7; E181| In the Fourth region of Humanity, Urthona namd[,]
J35.8; E181| Mortality begins to roll the billows of Eternal Death
J35.9; E181| Before the Gate of Los. Urthona here is named Los.
J35.10; E181| And here begins the System of Moral Virtue, named Rahab. t284
J35.11; E181| Albion fled thro' the Gate of Los, and he stood in the Gate.
J35.12; E181| Los was the friend of Albion who most lov'd him. In Cambridgeshire
J35.13; E181| His eternal station, he is the twenty-eighth, & is four-fold.
J35.14; E181| Seeing Albion had turn'd his back aginst the Divine Vision,
J35.15; E181| Los said to Albion, Whither fleest thou? Albion reply'd.
J35.16; E181| I die! I go to Eternal Death! the shades of death
J35.17; E181| Hover within me & beneath, and spreading themselves outside
J35.18; E181| Like rocky clouds, build me a gloomy monument of woe:
J35.19; E181| Will none accompany me in my death? or be a Ransom for me
J35.20; E181| In that dark Valley? I have girded round my cloke, and on my feet
J35.21; E181| Bound these black shoes of death, & on my hands, death's iron gloves:
J35.22; E181| God hath forsaken me, & my friends are become a burden
J35.23; E181| A weariness to me, & the human footstep is a terror to me.
J35.24; E181| Los answerd, troubled: and his soul was rent in twain:
J35.25; E181| Must the Wise die for an Atonement? does Mercy endure Atonement?
J35.26; E181| No! It is Moral Severity, & destroys Mercy in its Victim.
J35.27; E181| So speaking, not yet infected with the Error & Illusion,
J36.1; E181| Los shudder'd at beholding Albion, for his disease
J36.2; E181| Arose upon him pale and ghastly: and he call'd around
J36.3; E181| The Friends of Albion: trembling at the sight of Eternal Death
J36.4; E181| The four appear'd with their Emanations in fiery
J36.5; E181| Chariots: black their fires roll beholding Albions House of Eternity
J36.6; E181| Damp couch the flames beneath and silent, sick, stand shuddering
J36.7; E181| Before the Porch of sixteen pillars: weeping every one
J36.8; E181| Descended and fell down upon their knees round Albions knees,
J36.9; E181| Swearing the Oath of God! with awful voice of thunders round
J36.10; E181| Upon the hills & valleys, and the cloudy Oath roll'd far and wide
J36.11; E182| Albion is sick! said every Valley, every mournful Hill
J36.12; E182| And every River: our brother Albion is sick to death.
J36.13; E182| He hath leagued himself with robbers! he hath studied the arts
J36.14; E182| Of unbelief! Envy hovers over him! his Friends are his abhorrence!
J36.15; E182| Those who give their lives for him are despised!
J36.16; E182| Those who devour his soul, are taken into his bosom!
J36.17; E182| To destroy his Emanation is their intention:
J36.18; E182| Arise! awake O Friends of the Giant Albion
J36.19; E182| They have perswaded him of horrible falshoods!
J36.20; E182| They have sown errors over all his fruitful fields!
J36.21; E182| The Twenty-four heard! they came trembling on watry chariots.
J36.22; E182| Borne by the Living Creatures of the third procession
J36.23; E182| Of Human Majesty, the Living Creatures wept aloud as they
J36.24; E182| Went along Albions roads, till they arriv'd at Albions House.
J36.25; E182| O! how the torments of Eternal Death, waited on Man:
J36.26; E182| And the loud-rending bars of the Creation ready to burst:
J36.27; E182| That the wide world might fly from its hinges, & the immortal mansion
J36.28; E182| Of Man, for ever be possess'd by monsters of the deeps:
J36.29; E182| And Man himself become a Fiend, wrap'd in an endless curse,
J36.30; E182| Consuming and consum'd for-ever in flames of Moral Justice.
J36.31; E182| For had the Body of Albion fall'n down, and from its dreadful ruins
J36.32; E182| Let loose the enormous Spectre on the darkness of the deep,
J36.33; E182| At enmity with the Merciful & fill'd with devouring fire,
J36.34; E182| A nether-world must have recievd the foul enormous spirit,
J36.35; E182| Under pretence of Moral Virtue, fill'd with Revenge and Law.
J36.36; E182| There to eternity chain'd down, and issuing in red flames
J36.37; E182| And curses, with his mighty arms brandish'd against the heavens
J36.38; E182| Breathing cruelty blood & vengeance, gnashing his teeth with pain
J36.39; E182| Torn with black storms, & ceaseless torrents of his own consuming fire:
J36.40; E182| Within his breast his mighty Sons chaind down & fill'd with cursings:
J36.41; E182| And his dark Eon, that once fair crystal form divinely clear:
J36.42; E182| Within his ribs producing serpents whose souls are flames of fire.
J36.43; E182| But, glory to the Merciful-One, for he is of tender mercies!
J36.44; E182| And the Divine Family wept over him as One Man.
J36.45; E182| And these the Twenty-four in whom the Divine Family
J36.46; E182| Appear'd; and they were One in Him. A Human Vision!
J36.47; E182| Human Divine, Jesus the Saviour, blessed for ever and ever.
J36.48; E182| Selsey, true friend! who afterwards submitted to be devourd
J36.49; E182| By the waves of Despair, whose Emanation rose above
J36.50; E182| The flood, and was nam'd Chichester, lovely mild & gentle! Lo!
J36.51; E182| Her lambs bleat to the sea-fowls cry, lamenting still for Albion.
J36.54; E183| Outspread with abundant riches, and his Emanations
J36.55; E183| Submitting to be call'd Enitharmons daughters, and be born
J36.56; E183| In vegetable mould: created by the Hammer and Loom
J36.57; E183| In Bowlahoola & Allamanda where the Dead wail night & day.
J36.58; E183| (I call them by their English names: English, the rough basement.
J36.59; E183| Los built the stubborn structure of the Language, acting against
J36.60; E183| Albions melancholy, who must else have been a Dumb despair.)
J37.1; E183| Bath who is Legions: he is the Seventh, the physician and
J37.2; E183| The poisoner: the best and worst in Heaven and Hell:
J37.3; E183| Whose Spectre first assimilated with Luvah in Albions mountains
J37.4; E183| A triple octave he took, to reduce Jerusalem to twelve
J37.5; E183| To cast Jerusalem forth upon the wilds to Poplar & Bow:
J37.6; E183| To Malden & Canterbury in the delights of cruelty:
J37.7; E183| The Shuttles of death sing in the sky to Islington & Pancrass
J37.8; E183| Round Marybone to Tyburns River, weaving black melancholy as a net,
J37.9; E183| And despair as meshes closely wove over the west of London,
J37.10; E183| Where mild Jerusalem sought to repose in death & be no more.
J37.11; E183| She fled to Lambeths mild Vale and hid herself beneath
J37.12; E183| The Surrey Hills where Rephaim terminates: her Sons are siez'd
J37.13; E183| For victims of sacrifice; but Jerusalem cannot be found! Hid
J37.14; E183| By the Daughters of Beulah: gently snatch'd away: and hid in Beulah
J37.15; E183| There is a Grain of Sand in Lambeth that Satan cannot find
J37.16; E183| Nor can his Watch Fiends find it: tis translucent & has many Angles
J37.17; E183| But he ho finds it will find Oothoons palace, for within
J37.18; E183| Opening into Beulah every angle is a lovely heaven
J37.19; E183| But should the Watch Fiends find it, they would call it Sin
J37.20; E183| And lay its Heavens & their inhabitants in blood of punishment
J37.21; E183| Here Jerusalem & Vala were hid in soft slumberous repose
J37.22; E183| Hid from the terrible East, shut up in the South & West.
J37.23; E183| The Twenty-eight trembled in Deaths dark caves, in cold despair
J37.24; E183| They kneeld around the Couch of Death in deep humiliation
J37.25; E183| And tortures of self condemnation while their Spectres ragd within.
J37.26; E183| The Four Zoa's in terrible combustion clouded rage
J37.27; E183| Drinking the shuddering fears & loves of Albions Families
J37.28; E183| Destroying by selfish affections the things that they most admire
J37.29; E183| Drinking & eating, & pitying & weeping, as at a trajic scene.
J37.30; E183| The soul drinks murder & revenge, & applauds its own holiness
J37ill; E184| [illustration, with inscription, reversed: "Each Man is in / his
J37ill; E184| Spectre's power / Untill the arrival / of that hour, / When his
J37ill; E184| Humanity / awake / And cast his Spectre / into the Lake"]
J38.1; E184| They saw their Wheels rising up poisonous against Albion
J38.2; E184| Urizen, cold & scientific: Luvah, pitying & weeping
J38.3; E184| Tharmas, indolent & sullen: Urthona, doubting & despairing
J38.4; E184| Victims to one another & dreadfully plotting against each other
J38.5; E184| To prevent Albion walking about in the Four Complexions.
J38.6; E184| They saw America clos'd out by the Oaks of the western shore;
J38.7; E184| And Tharmas dash'd on the Rocks of the Altars of Victims in Mexico.
J38.8; E184| If we are wrathful Albion will destroy Jerusalem with rooty Groves
J38.9; E184| If we are merciful, ourselves must suffer destruction on his Oaks!
J38.10; E184| Why should we enter into our Spectres, to behold our own corruptions
J38.11; E184| O God of Albion descend! deliver Jerusalem from the Oaken Groves!
J38.12; E184| Then Los grew furious raging: Why stand we here trembling around
J38.13; E184| Calling on God for help; and not ourselves in whom God dwells
J38.14; E184| Stretching a hand to save the falling Man: are we not Four
J38.15; E184| Beholding Albion upon the Precipice ready to fall into Non-Entity:
J38.16; E184| Seeing these Heavens & Hells conglobing in the Void. Heavens over Hells
J38.17; E184| Brooding in holy hypocritic lust, drinking the cries of pain
J38.18; E185| From howling victims of Law: building Heavens Twenty-seven-fold.
J38.19; E185| Swelld & bloated General Forms, repugnant to the Divine-
J38.20; E185| Humanity, who is the Only General and Universal Form
J38.21; E185| To which all Lineaments tend & seek with love & sympathy
J38.22; E185| All broad & general principles belong to benevolence
J38.23; E185| Who protects minute particulars, every one in their own identity.
J38.24; E185| But here the affectionate touch of the tongue is closd in by deadly teeth
J38.25; E185| And the soft smile of friendship & the open dawn of benevolence
J38.26; E185| Become a net & a trap, & every energy renderd cruel,
J38.27; E185| Till the existence of friendship & benevolence is denied:
J38.28; E185| The wine of the Spirit & the vineyards of the Holy-One.
J38.29; E185| Here: turn into poisonous stupor & deadly intoxication:
J38.30; E185| That they may be condemnd by Law & the Lamb of God be slain!
J38.31; E185| And the two Sources of Life in Eternity[,] Hunting and War,
J38.32; E185| Are become the Sources of dark & bitter Death & of corroding Hell:
J38.33; E185| The open heart is shut up in integuments of frozen silence
J38.34; E185| That the spear that lights it forth may shatter the ribs & bosom
J38.35; E185| A pretence of Art, to destroy Art: a pretence of Liberty
J38.36; E185| To destroy Liberty. a pretence of Religion to destroy Religion
J38.37; E185| Oshea and Caleb fight: they contend in the valleys of Peor
J38.38; E185| In the terrible Family Contentions of those who love each other:
J38.39; E185| The Armies of Balaam weep---no women come to the field
J38.40; E185| Dead corses lay before them, & not as in Wars of old.
J38.41; E185| For the Soldier who fights for Truth, calls his enemy is brother:
J38.42; E185| They fight & contend for life, & not for eternal death!
J38.43; E185| But here the Soldier strikes, & a dead corse falls at his feet
J38.44; E185| Nor Daughter nor Sister nor Mother come forth to embosom the Slain!
J38.45; E185| But Death! Eternal Death! remains in the Valleys of Peor.
J38.46; E185| The English are scatterd over the face of the Nations: are these
J38.47; E185| Jerusalems children? Hark! hear the Giants of Albion cry at night
J38.48; E185| We smell the blood of the English! we delight in their blood on our Altars!
J38.49; E185| The living & the dead shall be ground in our rumbling Mills
J38.50; E185| For bread of the Sons of Albion: of the Giants Hand & Scofield
J38.51; E185| Scofeld & Kox are let loose upon my Saxons! they accumulate
J38.52; E185| A World in which Man is by his Nature the Enemy of Man,
J38.53; E185| In pride of Selfhood unwieldy stretching out into Non Entity
J38.54; E185| Generalizing Art & Science till Art & Science is lost.
J38.55; E185| Bristol & Bath, listen to my words, & ye Seventeen: give ear!
J38.56; E185| It is easy to acknowledge a man to be great & good while we
J38.57; E185| Derogate from him in the trifles & small articles of that goodness:
J38.58; E185| Those alone are his friends, who admire his minutest powers[.]
J38.59; E185| Instead of Albions lovely mountains & the curtains of Jerusalem
J38.60; E185| I see a Cave, a Rock, a Tree deadly and poisonous, unimaginative:
J38.61; E185| Instead of the Mutual Forgivenesses, the Minute Particulars, I see
J38.62; E185| Pits of bitumen ever burning: artificial Riches of the Canaanite
J38.63; E186| Like Lakes of liquid lead: instead of heavenly Chapels, built
J38.64; E186| By our dear Lord: I see Worlds crusted with snows & ice;
J38.65; E186| I see a Wicker Idol woven round Jerusalems children. I see
J38.66; E186| The Canaanite, the Amalekite, the Moabite, the Egyptian:
J38.67; E186| By Demonstrations the cruel Sons of Quality & Negation.
J38.68; E186| Driven on the Void in incoherent despair into Non Entity
J38.69; E186| I see America closd apart, & Jerusalem driven in terror
J38.70; E186| Away from Albions mountains, far away from Londons spires!
J38.71; E186| I will not endure this thing! I alone withstand to death,
J38.72; E186| This outrage! Ah me! how sick & pale you all stand round me!
J38.73; E186| Ah me! pitiable ones! do you also go to deaths vale?
J38.74; E186| All you my Friends & Brothers! all you my beloved Companions!
J38.75; E186| Have you also caught the infection of Sin & stern Repentance?
J38.76; E186| I see Disease arise upon you! yet speak to me and give
J38.77; E186| Me some comfort: why do you all stand silent? I alone
J38.78; E186| Remain in permanent strength. Or is all this goodness & pity, only
J38.79; E186| That you may take the greater vengeance in your Sepulcher.
J38.80; E186| So Los spoke. Pale they stood around the House of Death:
J38.81; E186| In the midst of temptations & despair: among the rooted Oaks:
J38.82; E186| Among reared Rocks of Albions Sons, at length they rose
J39.1; E186| With one accord in love sublime, & as on Cherubs wings
J39.2; E186| They Albion surround with kindest violence to bear him back
J39.3; E186| Against his will thro Los's Gate to Eden: Four-fold; loud!
J39.4; E186| Their Wings waving over the bottomless Immense: to bear
J39.5; E186| Their awful charge back to his native home: but Albion dark,
J39.6; E186| Repugnant; rolld his Wheels backward into Non-Entity
J39.7; E186| Loud roll the Starry Wheels of Albion into the World of Death
J39.8; E186| And all the Gate of Los, clouded with clouds redounding from
J39.9; E186| Albions dread Wheels, stretching out spaces immense between
J39.10; E186| That every little particle of light & air, became Opake
J39.11; E186| Black & immense, a Rock of difficulty & a Cliff
J39.12; E186| Of black despair; that the immortal Wings labourd against
J39.13; E186| Cliff after cliff, & over Valleys of despair & death:
J39.14; E186| The narrow Sea between Albion & the Atlantic Continent:
J39.15; E186| Its waves of pearl became a boundless Ocean bottomless,
J39.16; E186| Of grey obscurity, filld with clouds & rocks & whirling waters
J39.17; E186| And Albions Sons ascending & descending in the horrid Void.
J39.18; E186| But as the Will must not be bended but in the day of Divine
J39.19; E186| Power: silent calm & motionless, in the mid-air sublime,
J39.20; E186| The Family Divine hover around the darkend Albion.
J39.21; E186| Such is the nature of the Ulro: that whatever enters:
J39.22; E186| Becomes Sexual, & is Created, and Vegetated, and Born.
J39.23; E186| From Hyde Park spread their vegetating roots beneath Albion
J39.24; E186| In dreadful pain the Spectrous Uncircumcised Vegetation.
J39.25; E187| Forming a Sexual Machine: an Aged Virgin Form.
J39.26; E187| In Erins Land toward the north, joint after joint & burning
J39.27; E187| In love & jealousy immingled & calling it Religion
J39.28; E187| And feeling the damps of death they with one accord delegated Los
J39.29; E187| Conjuring him by the Highest that he should Watch over them
J39.30; E187| Till Jesus shall appear: & they gave their power to Los
J39.31; E187| Naming him the Spirit of Prophecy, calling him Elijah
J39.32; E187| Strucken with Albions disease they become what they behold;
J39.33; E187| They assimilate with Albion in pity & compassion;
J39.34; E187| Their Emanations return not: their Spectres rage in the Deep
J39.35; E187| The Slumbers of Death came over them around the Couch of Death
J39.36; E187| Before the Gate of Los & in the depths of Non Entity
J39.37; E187| Among the Furnaces of Los: among the Oaks of Albion.
J39.38; E187| Man is adjoind to Man by his Emanative portion:
J39.39; E187| Who is Jerusalem in every individual Man: and her
J39.40; E187| Shadow is Vala, builded by the Reasoning power in Man
J39.41; E187| O search & see: turn your eyes inward: open O thou World
J39.42; E187| Of Love & Harmony in Man: expand thy ever lovely Gates.
J40.3; E187| O Albion mildest Son of Eden! clos'd is thy Western Gate
J40.4; E187| Brothers of Eternity! this Man whose great example
J40.5; E187| We all admir'd & lov'd, whose all benevolent countenance, seen
J40.6; E187| In Eden, in lovely Jerusalem, drew even from envy
J40.7; E187| The tear: and the confession of honesty, open & undisguis'd
J40.8; E187| From mistrust and suspition. The Man is himself become
J40.9; E187| A piteous example of oblivion. To teach the Sons
J40.10; E187| Of Eden, that however great and glorious; however loving
J40.11; E187| And merciful the Individuality; however high
J40.12; E187| Our palaces and cities, and however fruitful are our fields
J40.13; E187| In Selfhood, we are nothing: but fade away in mornings breath,
J40.14; E187| Our mildness is nothing: the greatest mildness we can use
J40.15; E187| Is incapable and nothing! none but the Lamb of God can heal
J40.16; E187| This dread disease: none but Jesus! O Lord descend and save!
J40.17; E187| Albions Western Gate is clos'd: his death is coming apace!
J40.18; E187| Jesus alone can save him; for alas we none can know
J40.19; E187| How soon his lot may be our own. When Africa in sleep
J40.20; E187| Rose in the night of Beulah, and bound down the Sun & Moon
J40.21; E187| His friends cut his strong chains, & overwhelm'd his dark
J40.22; E187| Machines in fury & destruction, and the Man reviving repented
J40.23; E187| He wept before his wrathful brethren, thankful & considerate
J40.24; E188| For their well timed wrath. But Albions sleep is not
J40.25; E188| Like Africa's: and his machines are woven with his life
J40.26; E188| Nothing but mercy can save him! nothing but mercy interposing
J40.27; E188| Lest he should slay Jerusalem in his fearful jealousy
J40.28; E188| O God descend! gather our brethren, deliver Jerusalem
J40.29; E188| But that we may omit no office of the friendly spirit
J40.30; E188| Oxford take thou these leaves of the Tree of Life: with eloquence
J40.31; E188| That thy immortal tongue inspires; present them to Albion:
J40.32; E188| Perhaps he may recieve them, offerd from thy loved hands.
J40.33; E188| So spoke, unheard by Albion. the merciful Son of Heaven
J40.34; E188| To those whose Western Gates were open, as they stood weeping
J40.35; E188| Around Albion: but Albion heard him not; obdurate! hard!
J40.36; E188| He frown'd on all his Friends, counting them enemies in his sorrow
J40.37; E188| And the Seventeen conjoining with Bath, the Seventh:
J40.38; E188| In whom the other Ten shone manifest, a Divine Vision!
J40.39; E188| Assimilated and embrac'd Eternal Death for Albions sake.
J41.1; E188| Bath, mild Physician of Eternity, mysterious power
J41.2; E188| Whose springs are unsearchable & knowledg infinite.
J41.3; E188| Hereford, ancient Guardian of Wales, whose hands
J41.4; E188| Builded the mountain palaces of Eden, stupendous works!
J41.5; E188| Lincoln, Durham & Carlisle, Councellors of Los.
J41.6; E188| And Ely, Scribe of Los, whose pen no other hand
J41.7; E188| Dare touch! Oxford, immortal Bard! with eloquence
J41.8; E188| Divine, he wept over Albion: speaking the words of God
J41.9; E188| In mild perswasion: bringing leaves of the Tree of Life.
J41.10; E188| Thou art in Error Albion, the Land of Ulro:
J41.11; E188| One Error not remov'd, will destroy a human Soul
J41.12; E188| Repose in Beulahs night, till the Error is remov'd
J41.13; E188| Reason not on both sides. Repose upon our bosoms
J41.14; E188| Till the Plow of Jehovah, and the Harrow of Shaddai
J41.15; E188| Have passed over the Dead, to awake the Dead to Judgment.
J41.16; E188| But Albion turn'd away refusing comfort.
J41.17; E188| Oxford trembled while he spoke, then fainted in the arms
J41.18; E188| Of Norwich, Peterboro, Rochester, Chester awful, Worcester,
J41.19; E188| Litchfield, Saint Davids, Landaff, Asaph, Bangor, Sodor,
J41.20; E188| Bowing their heads devoted: and the Furnaces of Los
J41.21; E188| Began to rage, thundering loud the storms began to roar
J41.22; E188| Upon the Furnaces, and loud the Furnaces rebellow beneath
J41.25; E189| Alas!--The time will come, when a mans worst enemies
J41.26; E189| Shall be those of his own house and family: in a Religion
J41.27; E189| Of Generation, to destroy by Sin and Atonement, happy Jerusalem,
J41.28; E189| The Bride and Wife of the Lamb. O God thou art Not an Avenger!
J42.1; E189| Thus Albion sat, studious of others in his pale disease:
J42.2; E189| Brooding on evil: but when Los opend the Furnaces before him:
J42.3; E189| He saw that the accursed things were his own affections,
J42.4; E189| And his own beloveds: then he turn'd sick! his soul died within him
J42.5; E189| Also Los sick & terrified beheld the Furnaces of Death
J42.6; E189| And must have died, but the Divine Saviour descended
J42.7; E189| Among the infant loves & affections, and the Divine Vision wept
J42.8; E189| Like evening dew on every herb upon the breathing ground
J42.9; E189| Albion spoke in his dismal dreams: O thou deceitful friend
J42.10; E189| Worshipping mercy & beholding thy friend in such affliction:
J42.11; E189| Los! thou now discoverest thy turpitude to the heavens.
J42.12; E189| I demand righteousness & justice. O thou ingratitude!
J42.13; E189| Give me my Emanations back[,] food for my dying soul!
J42.14; E189| My daughters are harlots! my sons are accursed before me.
J42.15; E189| Enitharmon is my daughter: accursed with a fathers curse!
J42.16; E189| O! I have utterly been wasted! I have given my daughters to devils
J42.19; E189| Los answerd. Righteousness & justice I give thee in return
J42.20; E189| For thy righteousness! but I add mercy also, and bind
J42.21; E189| Thee from destroying these little ones: am I to be only
J42.22; E189| Merciful to thee and cruel to all that thou hatest[?]
J42.23; E189| Thou wast the Image of God surrounded by the Four Zoa's
J42.24; E189| Three thou hast slain! I am the Fourth: thou canst not destroy me.
J42.25; E189| Thou art in Error; trouble me not with thy righteousness.
J42.26; E189| I have innocence to defend and ignorance to instruct:
J42.27; E189| I have no time for seeming; and little arts of compliment,
J42.28; E189| In morality and virtue: in self-glorying and pride.
J42.29; E189| There is a limit of Opakeness, and a limit of Contraction;
J42.30; E189| In every Individual Man, and the limit of Opakeness,
J42.31; E189| Is named Satan: and the limit of Contraction is named Adam.
J42.32; E189| But when Man sleeps in Beulah, the Saviour in mercy takes
J42.33; E189| Contractions Limit, and of the Limit he forms Woman: That
J42.34; E189| Himself may in process of time be born Man to redeem
J42.35; E189| But there is no Limit of Expansion! there is no Limit of Translucence.
J42.36; E189| In the bosom of Man for ever from eternity to eternity.
J42.37; E189| Therefore I break thy bonds of righteousness; I crush thy messengers!
J42.38; E189| That they may not crush me and mine: do thou be righteous,
J42.39; E189| And I will return it; otherwise I defy thy worst revenge:
J42.40; E190| Consider me as thine enemy: on me turn all thy fury
J42.41; E190| But destroy not these little ones, nor mock the Lords anointed:
J42.42; E190| Destroy not by Moral Virtue, the little ones whom he hath chosen!
J42.43; E190| The little ones whom he hath chosen in preference to thee.
J42.44; E190| He hath cast thee off for ever; the little ones he hath anointed!
J42.45; E190| Thy Selfhood is for ever accursed from the Divine presence
J42.47; E190| Albion replied. Go! Hand & Hyle! sieze the abhorred friend: t287
J42.48; E190| As you Have siezd the Twenty-four rebellious ingratitudes;
J42.49; E190| To atone for you, for spiritual death! Man lives by deaths of Men
J42.50; E190| Bring him to justice before heaven here upon London stone,
J42.51; E190| Between Blackheath & Hounslow, between Norwood & Finchley
J42.52; E190| All that they have is mine: from my free genrous gift,
J42.53; E190| They now hold all they have: ingratitude to me!
J42.54; E190| To me their benefactor calls aloud for vengeance deep.
J42.57; E190| The Spectres of the Dead cry out from the deeps beneath
J42.58; E190| Upon the hills of Albion; Oxford groans in his iron furnace
J42.59; E190| Winchester in his den & cavern; they lament against
J42.60; E190| Albion: they curse their human kindness & affection
J42.61; E190| They rage like wild beasts in the forests of affliction
J42.62; E190| In the dreams of Ulro they repent of their human kindness.
J42.63; E190| Come up, build Babylon, Rahab is ours & all her multitudes
J42.64; E190| With her in pomp and glory of victory. Depart
J42.65; E190| Ye twenty-four into the deeps! let us depart to glory!
J42.66; E190| Their Human majestic forms sit up upon their Couches
J42.67; E190| Of death: they curb their Spectres as with iron curbs
J42.68; E190| They enquire after Jerusalem in the regions of the dead,
J42.69; E190| With the voices of dead men, low, scarcely articulate,
J42.70; E190| And with tears cold on their cheeks they weary repose.
J42.71; E190| O when shall the morning of the grave appear, and when
J42.72; E190| Shall our salvation come? we sleep upon our watch
J42.73; E190| We cannot awake! and our Spectres rage in the forests
J42.74; E190| O God of Albion where art thou! pity the watchers!
J42.77; E190| And Los drew his Seven Furnaces around Albions Altars
J42.78; E190| And as Albion built his frozen Altars, Los built the Mundane Shell,
J42.79; E190| In the Four Regions of Humanity East & West & North & South,
J43.1; E191| Then the Divine Vision like a silent Sun appeard above
J43.2; E191| Albions dark rocks: setting behind the Gardens of Kensington
J43.3; E191| On Tyburns River, in clouds of blood: where was mild Zion Hills
J43.4; E191| Most ancient promontory, and in the Sun, a Human Form appeard
J43.5; E191| And thus the Voice Divine went forth upon the rocks of Albion
J43.6; E191| I elected Albion for my glory; I gave to him the Nations,
J43.7; E191| Of the whole Earth. he was the Angel of my Presence: and all
J43.8; E191| The Sons of God were Albions Sons: and Jerusalem was my joy.
J43.9; E191| The Reactor hath hid himself thro envy. I behold him.
J43.10; E191| But you cannot behold him till he be reveald in his System
J43.11; E191| Albions Reactor must have a Place prepard: Albion must Sleep
J43.12; E191| The Sleep of Death, till the Man of Sin & Repentance be reveald.
J43.13; E191| Hidden in Albions Forests he lurks: he admits of no Reply
J43.14; E191| From Albion: but hath founded his Reaction into a Law
J43.15; E191| Of Action, for Obedience to destroy the Contraries of Man[.]
J43.16; E191| He hath compelld Albion to become a Punisher & hath possessd
J43.17; E191| Himself of Albions Forests & Wilds! and Jerusalem is taken!
J43.18; E191| The City of the Woods in the Forest of Ephratah is taken!
J43.19; E191| London is a stone of her ruins; Oxford is the dust of her walls!
J43.20; E191| Sussex & Kent are her scatterd garments: Ireland her holy place!
J43.21; E191| And the murderd bodies of her little ones are Scotland and Wales
J43.22; E191| The Cities of the Nations are the smoke of her consummation
J43.23; E191| The Nations are her dust! ground by the chariot wheels
J43.24; E191| Of her lordly conquerors, her palaces levelld with the dust
J43.25; E191| I come that I may find a way for my banished ones to return
J43.26; E191| Fear not O little Flock I come! Albion shall rise again.
J43.28; E191| Forthwith from Albions darkning [r]ocks came two Immortal forms t288
J43.29; E191| Saying We alone are escaped. O merciful Lord and Saviour,
J43.30; E191| We flee from the interiors of Albions hills and mountains!
J43.31; E191| From his Valleys Eastward: from Amalek Canaan & Moab:
J43.32; E191| Beneath his vast ranges of hills surrounding Jerusalem.
J43.33; E191| Albion walkd on the steps of fire before his Halls
J43.34; E191| And Vala walkd with him in dreams of soft deluding slumber.
J43.35; E191| He looked up & saw the Prince of Light with splendor faded
J43.36; E191| Then Albion ascended mourning into the porches of his Palace
J43.37; E191| Above him rose a Shadow from his wearied intellect:
J43.38; E191| Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy: in white linen pure he hoverd
J43.41; E192| Albion fell upon his face prostrate before the watry Shadow
J43.42; E192| Saying O Lord whence is this change! thou knowest I am nothing!
J43.43; E192| And Vala trembled & coverd her face! & her locks were spread on the pavement
J43.44; E192| We heard astonishd at the Vision & our heart trembled within us:
J43.45; E192| We heard the voice of slumberous Albion, and thus he spake,
J43.46; E192| Idolatrous to his own Shadow words of eternity uttering:
J43.47; E192| O I am nothing when I enter into judgment with thee!
J43.48; E192| If thou withdraw thy breath I die & vanish into Hades
J43.49; E192| If thou dost lay thine hand upon me behold I am silent:
J43.50; E192| If thou withhold thine hand; I perish like a fallen leaf:
J43.51; E192| O I am nothing: and to nothing must return again:
J43.52; E192| If thou withdraw thy breath. Behold I am oblivion.
J43.53; E192| He ceasd: the shadowy voice was silent: but the cloud hoverd over their heads
J43.54; E192| In golden wreathes, the sorrow of Man; & the balmy drops fell down.
J43.55; E192| And lo! that son of Man that Shadowy Spirit of mild Albion:
J43.56; E192| Luvah descended from the cloud; in terror Albion rose:
J43.57; E192| Indignant rose the awful Man, & turnd his back on Vala.
J43.61; E192| And Luvah strove to gain dominion over Albion
J43.62; E192| They strove together above the Body where Vala was inclosd
J43.63; E192| And the dark Body of Albion left prostrate upon the crystal pavement,
J43.64; E192| Coverd with boils from head to foot: the terrible smitings of Luvah.
J43.65; E192| Then frownd the fallen Man, and put forth Luvah from his presence
J43.66; E192| Saying. Go and Die the Death of Man, for Vala the sweet wanderer.
J43.67; E192| I will turn the volutions of your ears outward, and bend your nostrils
J43.68; E192| Downward, and your fluxile eyes englob'd roll round in fear:
J43.69; E192| Your withring lips and tongue shrink up into a narrow circle,
J43.70; E192| Till into narrow forms you creep: go take your fiery way:
J43.71; E192| And learn what tis to absorb the Man you Spirits of Pity & Love.
J43.72; E192| They heard the voice and fled swift as the winters setting sun.
J43.73; E192| And now the human blood foamd high, the Spirits Luvah & Vala,
J43.74; E192| Went down the Human Heart where Paradise & its joys abounded,
J43.75; E192| In jealous fears & fury & rage, & flames roll round their fervid feet:
J43.76; E192| And the vast form of Nature like a serpent playd before them
J43.77; E192| And as they fled in folding fires & thunders of the deep:
J43.78; E193| Vala shrunk in like the dark sea that leaves its slimy banks.
J43.79; E193| And from her bosom Luvah fell far as the east and west.
J43.80; E193| And the vast form of Nature like a serpent rolld between,
J43.81; E193| Whether of Jerusalems or Valas ruins congenerated, we know not:
J43.82; E193| All is confusion: all is tumult, & we alone are escaped.
J43.83; E193| So spoke the fugitives; they joind the Divine Family, trembling t289
J44.1; E193| And the Two that escaped; were the Emanation of Los & his
J44.2; E193| Spectre: for whereever the Emanation goes, the Spectre
J44.3; E193| Attends her as her Guard, & Los's Emanation is named
J44.4; E193| Enitharmon, & his Spectre is named Urthona: they knew
J44.5; E193| Not where to flee: they had been on a visit to Albions Children
J44.6; E193| And they strove to weave a Shadow of the Emanation
J44.7; E193| To hide themselves: weeping & lamenting for the Vegetation
J44.8; E193| Of Albions Children; fleeing thro Albions vales in streams of gore
J44.9; E193| Being not irritated by insult bearing insulting benevolences
J44.10; E193| They percieved that corporeal friends are spiritual enemies
J44.11; E193| They saw the Sexual Religion in its embryon Uncircumcision
J44.12; E193| And the Divine hand was upon them bearing them thro darkness
J44.13; E193| Back safe to their Humanity as doves to their windows:
J44.14; E193| Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthonas Spectre in Songs
J44.15; E193| Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble.
J44.16; E193| They wept & trembled: & Los put forth his hand & took them in
J44.17; E193| Into his Bosom: from which Albion shrunk in dismal pain;
J44.18; E193| Rending the fibres of Brotherhood & in Feminine Allegories
J44.19; E193| Inclosing Los: but the Divine Vision appeard with Los
J44.20; E193| Following Albion into his Central Void among his Oaks.
J44.21; E193| And Los prayed and said. O Divine Saviour arise
J44.22; E193| Upon the Mountains of Albion as in ancient time. Behold!
J44.23; E193| The Cities of Albion seek thy face, London groans in pain
J44.24; E193| From Hill to Hill & the Thames laments along the Valleys
J44.25; E193| The little Villages of Middlesex & Surrey hunger & thirst
J44.26; E193| The Twenty-eight Cities of Albion stretch their hands to thee:
J44.27; E193| Because of the Opressors of Albion in every City & Village:
J44.28; E193| They mock at the Labourers limbs! they mock at his starvd Children.
J44.29; E193| They buy his Daughters that they may have power to sell his Sons:
J44.30; E193| They compell the Poor to live upon a crust of bread by soft mild arts:
J44.31; E193| They reduce the Man to want: then give with pomp & ceremony.
J44.32; E193| The praise of Jehovah is chaunted from lips of hunger & thirst!
J44.33; E193| Humanity knows not of Sex: wherefore are Sexes in Beulah?
J44.34; E193| In Beulah the Female lets down her beautiful Tabernacle;
J44.35; E193| Which the Male enters magnificent between her Cherubim:
J44.36; E193| And becomes One with her mingling condensing in Self-love
J44.37; E193| The Rocky Law of Condemnation & double Generation, & Death.
J44.38; E194| Albion hath enterd the Loins the place of the Last Judgment:
J44.39; E194| And Luvah hath drawn the Curtains around Albion in Vala's bosom
J44.40; E194| The Dead awake to Generation! Arise O Lord, & rend the Veil!
J45.2; E194| Fearing that Albion should turn his back against the Divine Vision
J45.3; E194| Los took his globe of fire to search the interiors of Albions
J45.4; E194| Bosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves
J45.5; E194| Of despair & death, to search the tempters out, walking among
J45.6; E194| Albions rocks & precipices! caves of solitude & dark despair,
J45.7; E194| And saw every Minute Particular of Albion degraded & murderd
J45.8; E194| But saw not by whom; they were hidden within in the minute particulars
J45.9; E194| Of which they had possessd themselves; and there they take up
J45.10; E194| The articulations of a mans soul, and laughing throw it down
J45.11; E194| Into the frame, then knock it out upon the plank, & souls are bak'd
J45.12; E194| In bricks to build the pyramids of Heber & Terah. But Los
J45.13; E194| Searchd in vain: closd from the minutia he walkd, difficult.
J45.14; E194| He came down from Highgate thro Hackney & Holloway towards London
J45.15; E194| Till he came to old Stratford & thence to Stepney & the Isle
J45.16; E194| Of Leuthas Dogs, thence thro the narrows of the Rivers side
J45.17; E194| And saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running down
J45.18; E194| The kennels of the streets & lanes as if they were abhorrd.
J45.19; E194| Every Universal Form, was become barren mountains of Moral
J45.20; E194| Virtue: and every Minute Particular hardend into grains of sand:
J45.21; E194| And all the tendernesses of the soul cast forth as filth & mire,
J45.22; E194| Among the winding places of deep contemplation intricate
J45.23; E194| To where the Tower of London frownd dreadful over Jerusalem:
J45.24; E194| A building of Luvah builded in Jerusalems eastern gate to be
J45.25; E194| His secluded Court: thence to Bethlehem where was builded
J45.26; E194| Dens of despair in the house of bread: enquiring in vain
J45.27; E194| Of stones and rocks he took his way, for human form was none:
J45.28; E194| And thus he spoke, looking on Albions City with many tears
J45.29; E194| What shall I do! what could I do, if I could find these Criminals
J45.30; E194| I could not dare to take vengeance; for all things are so constructed
J45.31; E194| And builded by the Divine hand, that the sinner shall always escape,
J45.32; E194| And he who takes vengeance alone is the criminal of Providence;
J45.33; E194| If I should dare to lay my finger on a grain of sand
J45.34; E194| In way of vengeance; I punish the already punishd: O whom
J45.35; E194| Should I pity if I pity not the sinner who is gone astray!
J45.36; E194| O Albion, if thou takest vengeance; if thou revengest thy wrongs
J45.37; E194| Thou art for ever lost! What can I do to hinder the Sons
J45.38; E194| Of Albion from taking vengeance? or how shall I them perswade.
J45.39; E195| So spoke Los, travelling thro darkness & horrid solitude:
J45.40; E195| And he beheld Jerusalem in Westminster & Marybone,
J45.41; E195| Among the ruins of the Temple: and Vala who is her Shadow,
J45.42; E195| Jerusalems Shadow bent northward over the Island white.
J45.43; E195| At length he sat on London Stone, & heard Jerusalems voice.
J45.44; E195| Albion I cannot be thy Wife. thine own Minute Particulars,
J45.45; E195| Belong to God alone. and all thy little ones are holy
J45.46; E195| They are of Faith & not of Demonstration: wherefore is Vala
J45.47; E195| Clothd in black mourning upon my rivers currents, Vala awake!
J45.48; E195| I hear thy shuttles sing in the sky, and round my limbs
J45.49; E195| I feel the iron threads of love & jealousy & despair.
J45.50; E195| Vala reply'd. Albion is mine! Luvah gave me to Albion
J45.51; E195| And now recieves reproach & hate. Was it not said of old
J45.52; E195| Set your Son before a man & he shall take you & your sons
J45.53; E195| For slaves: but set your Daughter before a man & She
J45.54; E195| Shall make him & his sons & daughters your slaves for ever!
J45.55; E195| And is this Faith? Behold the strife of Albion, & Luvah
J45.56; E195| Is great in the east, their spears of blood rage in the eastern heaven
J45.57; E195| Urizen is the champion of Albion, they will slay my Luvah:
J45.58; E195| And thou O harlot daughter! daughter of despair art all
J45.59; E195| This cause of these shakings of my towers on Euphrates.
J45.60; E195| Here is the House of Albion, & here is thy secluded place
J45.61; E195| And here we have found thy sins: & hence we turn thee forth,
J45.62; E195| For all to avoid thee: to be astonishd at thee for thy sins:
J45.63; E195| Because thou art the impurity & the harlot: & thy children!
J45.64; E195| Children of whoredoms: born for Sacrifice: for the meat & drink
J45.65; E195| Offering: to sustain the glorious combat & the battle & war
J45.66; E195| That Man may be purified by the death of thy delusions.
J45.67; E195| So saying she her dark threads cast over the trembling River:
J45.68; E195| And over the valleys; from the hills of Hertfordshire to the hills
J45.69; E195| Of Surrey across Middlesex & across Albions House
J45.70; E195| Of Eternity! pale stood Albion at his eastern gate,
J46.3; E195| Los was all astonishment & terror: he trembled sitting on the Stone
J46.4; E195| Of London: but the interiors of Albions fibres & nerves were hidden
J46.5; E195| From Los; astonishd be beheld only the petrified surfaces:
J46.6; E195| And saw his Furnaces in ruins, for Los is the Demon of the Furnaces;
J46.7; E195| He saw also the Four Points of Albion reversd inwards
J46.8; E195| He siezd his Hammer & Tongs, his iron Poker & his Bellows,
J46.9; E195| Upon the valleys of Middlesex, Shouting loud for aid Divine.
J46.12; E196| Bowen: Albions Sons: they bore him a golden couch into the porch
J46.13; E196| And on the Couch reposd his limbs, trembling from the bloody field.
J46.14; E196| Rearing their Druid Patriarchal rocky Temples around his limbs.
J46.15; E196| (All things begin & end, in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore.)
J47.1; E196| [When Albion utterd his last words Hope is banishd from me] t290
J47.2; E196| From Camberwell to Highgate where the mighty Thames shudders along,
J47.3; E196| Where Los's Furnaces stand, where Jerusalem & Vala howl:
J47.4; E196| Luvah tore forth from Albions Loins, in fibrous veins, in rivers
J47.5; E196| Of blood over Europe: a Vegetating Root in grinding pain.
J47.6; E196| Animating the Dragon Temples, soon to become that Holy Fiend
J47.7; E196| The Wicker Man of Scandinavia in which cruelly consumed
J47.8; E196| The Captives reard to heaven howl in flames among the stars
J47.9; E196| Loud the cries of War on the Rhine & Danube, with Albions Sons,
J47.10; E196| Away from Beulahs hills & vales break forth the Souls of the Dead,
J47.11; E196| With cymbal, trumpet, clarion; & the scythed chariots of Britain.
J47.13; E196| Hark! the mingling cries of Luvah with the Sons of Albion
J47.14; E196| Hark! & Record the terrible wonder! that the Punisher
J47.15; E196| Mingles with his Victims Spectre, enslaved and tormented
J47.16; E196| To him whom he has murderd, bound in vengeance & enmity
J47.17; E196| Shudder not, but Write, & the hand of God will assist you!
J47.18; E196| Therefore I write Albions last words. Hope is banish'd from me.
J48.1; E196| These were his last words, and the merciful Saviour in his arms
J48.2; E196| Reciev'd him, in the arms of tender mercy and repos'd
J48.3; E196| The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality
J48.4; E196| Upon the Rock of Ages. Then, surrounded with a Cloud:
J48.5; E196| In silence the Divine Lord builded with immortal labour,
J48.6; E196| Of gold & jewels a sublime Ornament, a Couch of repose,
J48.7; E196| With Sixteen pillars: canopied with emblems & written verse.
J48.8; E196| Spiritual Verse, order'd & measur'd, from whence, time shall reveal.
J48.9; E196| The Five books of the Decalogue, the books of Joshua & Judges,
J48.10; E196| Samuel, a double book & Kings, a double book, the Psalms & Prophets
J48.11; E196| The Four-fold Gospel, and the Revelations everlasting
J48.12; E196| Eternity groan'd & was troubled, at the image of Eternal Death!
J48.13; E196| Beneath the bottoms of the Graves, which is Earths central joint,
J48.14; E196| There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true:
J48.15; E196| (To protect from the Giant blows in the sports of intellect,
J48.16; E196| Thunder in the midst of kindness, & love that kills its beloved:
J48.17; E196| Because Death is for a period, and they renew tenfold.)
J48.18; E196| From this sweet Place Maternal Love awoke Jerusalem
J48.21; E197| Weeping was in all Beulah, and all the Daughters of Beulah
J48.22; E197| Wept for their Sister the Daughter of Albion, Jerusalem:
J48.23; E197| When out of Beulah the Emanation of the Sleeper descended
J48.24; E197| With solemn mourning out of Beulahs moony shades and hills:
J48.25; E197| Within the Human Heart, whose Gates closed with solemn sound.
J48.26; E197| And this the manner of the terrible Separation
J48.27; E197| The Emanations of the grievously afflicted Friends of Albion
J48.28; E197| Concenter in one Female form an Aged pensive Woman.
J48.29; E197| Astonish'd! lovely! embracing the sublime shade: the Daughters of Beulah
J48.30; E197| Beheld her with wonder! With awful hands she took
J48.31; E197| A Moment of Time, drawing it out with many tears & afflictions
J48.32; E197| And many sorrows: oblique across the Atlantic Vale
J48.33; E197| Which is the Vale of Rephaim dreadful from East to West,
J48.34; E197| Where the Human Harvest waves abundant in the beams of Eden
J48.35; E197| Into a Rainbow of jewels and gold, a mild Reflection from
J48.36; E197| Albions dread Tomb. Eight thousand and five hundred years
J48.37; E197| In its extension. Every two hundred years has a door to Eden
J48.38; E197| She also took an Atom of Space, with dire pain opening it a Center
J48.39; E197| Into Beulah: trembling the Daughters of Beulah dried
J48.40; E197| Her tears. she ardent embrac'd her sorrows. occupied in labours
J48.41; E197| Of sublime mercy in Rephaims Vale. Perusing Albions Tomb
J48.42; E197| She sat: she walk'd among the ornaments solemn mourning.
J48.43; E197| The Daughters attended her shudderings, wiping the death sweat
J48.44; E197| Los also saw her in his seventh Furnace, he also terrified
J48.45; E197| Saw the finger of God go forth upon his seventh Furnace:
J48.46; E197| Away from the Starry Wheels to prepare Jerusalem a place.
J48.47; E197| When with a dreadful groan the Emanation mild of Albion.
J48.48; E197| Burst from his bosom in the Tomb like a pale snowy cloud,
J48.49; E197| Female and lovely, struggling to put off the Human form
J48.50; E197| Writhing in pain. The Daughters of Beulah in kind arms reciev'd
J48.51; E197| Jerusalem: weeping over her among the Spaces of Erin,
J48.52; E197| In the Ends of Beulah, where the Dead wail night & day.
J48.54; E197| Albion the Vortex of the Dead!Albion the Generous!
J48.55; E197| Albion the mildest son of Heaven! The Place of Holy Sacrifice!
J48.56; E197| Where Friends Die for each other: will become the Place,
J48.57; E197| Of Murder, & Unforgiving, Never-awaking Sacrifice of Enemies
J48.58; E197| The Children must be sacrific'd! (a horror never known
J48.59; E197| Till now in Beulah.) unless a Refuge can be found
J48.60; E197| To hide them from the wrath of Albions Law that freezes sore
J48.61; E197| Upon his Sons & Daughters, self-exiled from his bosom
J49.1; E198| The secret coverts of Albion & the hidden places of America
J49.2; E198| Jerusalem Jerusalem! why wilt thou turn away
J49.3; E198| Come ye O Daughters of Beulah, lament for Og & Sihon
J49.4; E198| Upon the Lakes of Ireland from Rathlin to Baltimore:
J49.5; E198| Stand ye upon the Dargle from Wicklow to Drogheda
J49.6; E198| Come & mourn over Albion the White Cliff of the Atlantic
J49.7; E198| The Mountain of Giants: all the Giants of Albion are become
J49.8; E198| Weak! witherd! darkend! & Jerusalem is cast forth from Albion.
J49.9; E198| They deny that they ever knew Jerusalem, or ever dwelt in Shiloh
J49.10; E198| The Gigantic roots & twigs of the vegetating Sons of Albion
J49.11; E198| Filld with the little-ones are consumed in the Fires of their Altars
J49.12; E198| The vegetating Cities are burned & consumed from the Earth:
J49.13; E198| And the Bodies in which all Animals & Vegetations, the Earth & Heaven
J49.14; E198| Were containd in the All Glorious Imagination are witherd & darkend;
J49.15; E198| The golden Gate of Havilah, and all the Garden of God,
J49.16; E198| Was caught up with the Sun in one day of fury and war:
J49.17; E198| The Lungs, the Heart, the Liver, shrunk away far distant from Man
J49.18; E198| And left a little slimy substance floating upon the tides.
J49.19; E198| In one night the Atlantic Continent was caught up with the Moon,
J49.20; E198| And became an Opake Globe far distant clad with moony beams.
J49.21; E198| The Visions of Eternity, by reason of narrowed perceptions,
J49.22; E198| Are become weak Visions of Time & Space, fix'd into furrows of death;
J49.23; E198| Till deep dissimulation is the only defence an honest man has left
J49.24; E198| O Polypus of Death O Spectre over Europe and Asia
J49.25; E198| Withering the Human Form by Laws of Sacrifice for Sin
J49.26; E198| By Laws of Chastity & Abhorrence I am witherd up.
J49.27; E198| Striving to Create a Heaven in which all shall be pure & holy
J49.28; E198| In their Own Selfhoods, in Natural Selfish Chastity to banish Pity
J49.29; E198| And dear Mutual Forgiveness; & to become One Great Satan
J49.30; E198| Inslavd to the most powerful Selfhood: to murder the Divine Humanity
J49.31; E198| In whose sight all are as the dust & who chargeth his Angels with folly!
J49.32; E198| Ah! weak & wide astray! Ah shut in narrow doleful form!
J49.33; E198| Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground!
J49.34; E198| The Eye of Man, a little narrow orb, closd up & dark,
J49.35; E198| Scarcely beholding the Great Light; conversing with the [Void]: t291
J49.36; E198| The Ear, a little shell, in small volutions shutting out
J49.37; E198| True Harmonies, & comprehending great, as very small:
J49.38; E198| The Nostrils, bent down to the earth & clos'd with senseless flesh.
J49.39; E198| That odours cannot them expand, nor joy on them exult:
J49.40; E198| The Tongue, a little moisture fills, a little food it cloys,
J49.41; E198| A little sound it utters, & its cries are faintly heard.
J49.42; E199| Therefore they are removed: therefore they have taken root
J49.43; E199| In Egypt & Philistea: in Moab & Edom & Aram:
J49.44; E199| In the Erythrean Sea their Uncircu[m]cision in Heart & Loins
J49.45; E199| Be lost for ever & ever. then they shall arise from Self,
J49.46; E199| By Self Annihilation into Jerusalems Courts & into Shiloh
J49.47; E199| Shiloh the Masculine Emanation among the Flowers of Beulah
J49.48; E199| Lo Shiloh dwells over France, as Jerusalem dwells over Albion
J49.49; E199| Build & prepare a Wall & Curtain for Americas shore!
J49.50; E199| Rush on: Rush on! Rush on! ye vegetating Sons of Albion
J49.51; E199| The Sun shall go before you in Day: the Moon shall go
J49.52; E199| Before you in Night. Come on! Come on! Come on! The Lord
J49.53; E199| Jehovah is before, behind, above, beneath, around
J49.54; E199| He has builded the arches of Albions Tomb binding the Stars
J49.55; E199| In merciful Order, bending the Laws of Cruelty to Peace.
J49.56; E199| He hath placed Og & Anak, the Giants of Albion for their Guards:
J49.57; E199| Building the Body of Moses in the Valley of Peor: the Body
J49.58; E199| Of Divine Analogy; and Og & Sihon in the tears of Balaam
J49.59; E199| The Son of Beor, have given their power to Joshua & Caleb.
J49.60; E199| Remove from Albion, far remove these terrible surfaces.
J49.61; E199| They are beginning to form Heavens & Hells in immense
J49.62; E199| Circles: the Hells for food to the Heavens: food of torment,
J49.63; E199| Food of despair: they drink the condemnd Soul & rejoice
J49.64; E199| In cruel holiness, in their Heavens of Chastity & Uncircumcision
J49.65; E199| Yet they are blameless & Iniquity must be imputed only
J49.66; E199| To the State they are enterd into that they may be deliverd:
J49.67; E199| Satan is the State of Death, & not a Human existence:
J49.68; E199| But Luvah is named Satan, because he has enterd that State.
J49.69; E199| A World where Man is by Nature the enemy of Man
J49.70; E199| Because the Evil is Created into a State. that Men
J49.71; E199| May be deliverd time after time evermore. Amen.
J49.72; E199| Learn therefore O Sisters to distinguish the Eternal Human
J49.73; E199| That walks about among the stones of fire in bliss & woe
J49.74; E199| Alternate! from those States or Worlds in which the Spirit travels:
J49.75; E199| This is the only means to Forgiveness of Enemies[.]
J49.76; E199| Therefore remove from Albion these terrible Surfaces
J49.77; E199| And let wild seas & rocks close up Jerusalem away from
J50.1; E199| The Atlantic Mountains where Giants dwelt in Intellect;
J50.2; E199| Now given to stony Druids, and Allegoric Generation
J50.3; E199| To the Twelve Gods of Asia, the Spectres of those who Sleep:
J50.4; E199| Sway'd by a Providence oppos'd to the Divine Lord Jesus:
J50.5; E199| A murderous Providence! A Creation that groans, living on Death.
J50.6; E199| Where Fish & Bird & Beast & Man & Tree & Metal & Stone
J50.7; E199| Live by Devouring, going into Eternal Death continually:
J50.8; E199| Albion is now possess'd by the War of Blood! the Sacrifice
J50.9; E199| Of envy Albion is become, and his Emanation cast out:
J50.10; E200| Come Lord Jesus, Lamb of God descend! for if; O Lord!
J50.11; E200| If thou hadst been here, our brother Albion had not died.
J50.12; E200| Arise sisters! Go ye & meet the Lord, while I remain--
J50.13; E200| Behold the foggy mornings of the Dead on Albions cliffs!
J50.14; E200| Ye know that if the Emanation remains in them:
J50.15; E200| She will become an Eternal Death, an Avenger of Sin
J50.16; E200| A Self-righteousness: the proud Virgin-Harlot! Mother of War!
J50.17; E200| And we also & all Beulah, consume beneath Albions curse.
J50.18; E200| So Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah. Shuddering
J50.19; E200| With their wings they sat in the Furnace, in a night
J50.20; E200| Of stars, for all the Sons of Albion appeard distant stars,
J50.21; E200| Ascending and descending into Albions sea of death.
J50.22; E200| And Erins lovely Bow enclos'd the Wheels of Albions Sons.
J50.23; E200| Expanding on wing, the Daughters of Beulah replied in sweet response
J50.24; E200| Come O thou Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin
J50.25; E200| To Sin & to hide the Sin in sweet deceit. is lovely!!
J50.26; E200| To Sin in the open face of day is cruel & pitiless! But
J50.27; E200| To record the Sin for a reproach: to let the Sun go down
J50.28; E200| In a remembrance of the Sin: is a Woe & a Horror!
J50.29; E200| A brooder of an Evil Day, and a Sun rising in blood
J50.30; E200| Come then O Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin
J52prose; E200| He never can be a Friend to the Human Race who is the Preacher
J52prose; E200| of Natural Morality or Natural Religion. he is a flatterer who
J52prose; E200| means to betray, to perpetuate Tyrant Pride & the Laws of that
J52prose; E200| Babylon which he foresees shall shortly be destroyed, with the
J52prose; E200| Spiritual and not the Natural Sword: He is in the State named
J52prose; E200| Rahab: which State must be put off before he can be the Friend of
J52prose; E200| Man.
J52prose; E200| You O Deists profess yourselves the Enemies of Christianity:
J52prose; E200| and you are so: you are also the Enemies of the Human Race & of
J52prose; E200| Universal Nature. Man is born a Spectre or Satan & is altogether
J52prose; E200| an Evil, & requires a New Selfhood continually & must continually
J52prose; E200| be changed into his direct Contrary. But your Greek Philosophy
J52prose; E200| (which is a remnant of Druidism) teaches that Man is Righteous in
J52prose; E200| his Vegetated Spectre: an Opinion of fatal & accursed consequence
J52prose; E200| to Man, as the Ancients saw plainly by Revelation to the intire
J52prose; E200| abrogation of
J52prose; E201| Experimental Theory. and many believed what they saw, and
J52prose; E201| Prophecied of Jesus.
J52prose; E201| Man must & will have Some Religion; if he has not the Religion
J52prose; E201| of Jesus, he will have the Religion of Satan, & will erect the
J52prose; E201| Synagogue of Satan. calling the Prince of this World, God; and
J52prose; E201| destroying all who do not worship Satan under the Name of God.
J52prose; E201| Will any one say: Where are those who worship Satan under the
J52prose; E201| Name of God! Where are they? Listen! Every Religion that Preaches
J52prose; E201| Vengeance for Sins the Religion of the Enemy & Avenger; and not
J52prose; E201| the Forgiver of Sin, and their God is Satan, Named by the Divine
J52prose; E201| Name Your Religion O Deists: Deism, is the Worship of the God
J52prose; E201| of this World by the means of what you call Natural Religion and
J52prose; E201| Natural Philosophy, and of Natural Morality or
J52prose; E201| Self-Righteousness, the Selfish Virtues of the Natural Heart.
J52prose; E201| This was the Religion of the Pharises who murderd Jesus. Deism
J52prose; E201| is the same & ends in the same.
J52prose; E201| Voltaire Rousseau Gibbon Hume. charge the Spiritually Religious
J52prose; E201| with Hypocrisy! but how a Monk or a Methodist either, can be a
J52prose; E201| Hypocrite: I cannot concieve. We are Men of like passions with
J52prose; E201| others & pretend not to be holier than others: therefore, when a
J52prose; E201| Religious Man falls into Sin, he ought not to be calld a
J52prose; E201| Hypocrite: this title is more properly to be given to a Player
J52prose; E201| who falls into Sin; whose profession is Virtue & Morality & the
J52prose; E201| making Men Self-Righteous. Foote in calling Whitefield,
J52prose; E201| Hypocrite: was himself one: for Whitefield pretended not to be
J52prose; E201| holier than others: but confessed his Sins before all the World;
J52prose; E201| Voltaire! Rousseau! You cannot escape my charge that you are
J52prose; E201| Pharisees & Hypocrites, for you are constantly talking of the
J52prose; E201| Virtues of the Human Heart, and particularly of your own, that
J52prose; E201| you may accuse others & especially the Religious, whose errors,
J52prose; E201| you by this display of pretended Virtue, chiefly design to
J52prose; E201| expose. Rousseau thought Men Good by Nature; he found them Evil
J52prose; E201| & found no friend. Friendship cannot exist without Forgiveness
J52prose; E201| of Sins continually. The Book written by Rousseau calld his
J52prose; E201| Confessions is an apology & cloke for his sin & not a confession.
J52prose; E201| But you also charge the poor Monks & Religious with being the
J52prose; E201| causes of War: while you acquit & flatter the Alexanders &
J52prose; E201| Caesars, the Lewis's & Fredericks: who alone are its causes & its
J52prose; E201| actors. But the Religion of Jesus, Forgiveness of Sin, can never
J52prose; E201| be the cause of a War nor of a single Martyrdom.
J52prose; E201| Those who Martyr others or who cause War are Deists, but never
J52prose; E201| can be Forgivers of Sin. The Glory of Christianity is, To
J52prose; E201| Conquer by Forgiveness. All the Destruction therefore, in
J52prose; E201| Christian Europe as arisen from Deism, which is Natural
J52prose; E201| Religion.
J52.5; E202| Gibbon arose with a lash of steel t295
J52.6; E202| And Voltaire with a wracking wheel
J52.7; E202| The Schools in clouds of learning rolld t296
J52.8; E202| Arose with War in iron & gold.
J52.9; E202| Thou lazy Monk they sound afar t297
J52.10; E202| In vain condemning glorious War t298
J52.11; E202| And in your Cell you shall ever dwell t299
J52.12; E202| Rise War & bind him in his Cell.
J52.13; E202| The blood. red ran from the Grey Monks side
J52.14; E202| His hands & feet were wounded wide
J52.15; E202| His body bent, his arms & knees
J52.16; E202| Like to the roots of ancient trees
J52.17; E202| When Satan first the black bow bent t300
J52.18; E202| And the Moral Law from the Gospel rent
J52.19; E202| He forgd the Law into a Sword
J52.20; E202| And spilld the blood of mercys Lord.
J52.25; E202| For a Tear is an Intellectual thing; t303
J52.26; E202| And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King
J52.27; E202| And the bitter groan of a Martyrs woe t304
J52.28; E202| Is an Arrow from the Almighties Bow!
J53; E202| Chap 3.
J53.1; E202| But Los, who is the Vehicular Form of strong Urthona
J53.2; E202| Wept vehemently over Albion where Thames currents spring
J53.3; E202| From the rivers of Beulah; pleasant river! soft, mild, parent stream
J53.4; E202| And the roots of Albions Tree enterd the Soul of Los
J53.5; E202| As he sat before his Furnaces clothd in sackcloth of hair
J53.6; E202| In gnawing pain dividing him from his Emanation;
J53.7; E202| Inclosing all the Children of Los time after time.
J53.8; E202| Their Giant forms condensing into Nations & Peoples & Tongues t305
J53.9; E202| Translucent the Furnaces, of Beryll & Emerald immortal:
J53.10; E202| And Seven-fold each within other: incomprehensible
J53.11; E202| To the Vegetated Mortal Eye's perverted & single vision
J53.12; E202| The Bellows are the Animal Lungs. the hammers, the Animal Heart
J53.13; E202| The Furnaces, the Stomach for Digestion; terrible their fury
J53.14; E202| Like seven burning heavens rang'd from South to North
J53.15; E203| Here on the banks of the Thames, Los builded Golgonooza,
J53.16; E203| Outside of the Gates of the Human Heart, beneath Beulah
J53.17; E203| In the midst of the rocks of the Altars of Albion. In fears
J53.18; E203| He builded it, in rage & in fury. It is the Spiritual Fourfold
J53.19; E203| London: continually building & continually decaying desolate!
J53.20; E203| In eternal labours: loud the Furnaces & loud the Anvils
J53.21; E203| Of Death thunder incessant around the flaming Couches of
J53.22; E203| The Twentyfour Friends of Albion and round the awful Four
J53.23; E203| For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albions Sons
J53.24; E203| The Mystic Union of the Emanation in the Lord; Because t306
J53.25; E203| Man divided from his Emanation is a dark Spectre
J53.26; E203| His Emanation is an ever-weeping melancholy Shadow
J53.27; E203| But she is made receptive of Generation thro' mercy
J53.28; E203| In the Potters Furnace, among the Funeral Urns of Beulah
J53.29; E203| From Surrey hills, thro' Italy and Greece, to Hinnoms vale.
J54.1; E203| In Great Eternity, every particular Form gives forth or Emanates
J54.2; E203| Its own peculiar Light, & the Form is the Divine Vision
J54.3; E203| And the Light is his Garment This is Jerusalem in every Man
J54.4; E203| A Tent & Tabernacle of Mutual Forgiveness Male & Female Clothings.
J54.5; E203| And Jerusalem is called Liberty among the Children of Albion
J54.6; E203| But Albion fell down a Rocky fragment from Eternity hurld
J54.7; E203| By his own Spectre, who is the Reasoning Power in every Man
J54.8; E203| Into his own Chaos which is the Memory between Man & Man
J54.9; E203| The silent broodings of deadly revenge springing from the
J54.10; E203| All powerful parental affection, fills Albion from head to foot
J54.11; E203| Seeing his Sons assimilate with Luvah, bound in the bonds
J54.12; E203| Of spiritual Hate, from which springs Sexual Love as iron chains:
J54.13; E203| He tosses like a Cloud outstretchd among Jerusalems Ruins
J54.14; E203| Which overspread all the Earth, he groans among his ruind porches
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J54.15; E203| But the Spectre like a hoar frost & a Mildew rose over Albion
J54.16; E203| Saying, I am God O Sons of Men! I am your Rational Power!
J54.17; E203| Am I not Bacon & Newton & Locke who teach Humility to Man!
J54.18; E203| Who teach Doubt & Experiment & my two Wings Voltaire: Rousseau.
J54.19; E203| Where is that Friend of Sinners! that Rebel against my Laws!
J54.20; E204| Who teaches Belief to the Nations, & an unknown Eternal Life
J54.21; E204| Come hither into the Desart & turn these stones to bread.
J54.22; E204| Vain foolish Man! wilt thou believe without Experiment?
J54.23; E204| And build a World of Phantasy upon my Great Abyss!
J54.24; E204| A World of Shapes in craving lust & devouring appetite
J54.27; E204| Then Albion drew England into his bosom in groans & tears
J54.28; E204| But she stretchd out her starry Night in Spaces against him. like
J54.29; E204| A long Serpent, in the Abyss of the Spectre which augmented
J54.30; E204| The Night with Dragon wings coverd with stars & in the Wings
J54.31; E204| Jerusalem & Vala appeard: & above between the Wings magnificent
J54.32; E204| The Divine Vision dimly appeard in clouds of blood weeping.
J55.1; E204| When those who disregard all Mortal Things, saw a Mighty-One
J55.2; E204| Among the Flowers of Beulah still retain his awful strength
J55.3; E204| They wonderd; checking their wild flames & Many gathering
J55.4; E204| Together into an Assembly; they said, let us go down
J55.5; E204| And see these changes! Others said, If you do so prepare
J55.6; E204| For being driven from our fields, what have we to do with the Dead?
J55.7; E204| To be their inferiors or superiors we equally abhor;
J55.8; E204| Superior, none we know: inferior none: all equal share
J55.9; E204| Divine Benevolence & joy, for the Eternal Man
J55.10; E204| Walketh among us, calling us his Brothers & his Friends:
J55.11; E204| Forbidding us that Veil which Satan puts between Eve & Adam
J55.12; E204| By which the Princes of the Dead enslave their Votaries
J55.13; E204| Teaching them to form the Serpent of precious stones & gold
J55.14; E204| To sieze the Sons of Jerusalem & plant them in One Mans Loins
J55.15; E204| To make One Family of Contraries: that Joseph may be sold
J55.16; E204| Into Egypt: for Negation; a Veil the Saviour born & dying rends.
J55.19; E204| So saying, an eternal deed was done: in fiery flames
J55.20; E204| The Universal Conc[l]ave raged, such thunderous sounds as never t307
J55.21; E204| Were sounded from a mortal cloud, nor on Mount Sinai old
J55.22; E204| Nor in Havilah where the Cherub rolld his redounding flame.
J55.23; E204| Loud! loud! the Mountains lifted up their voices, loud the Forests
J55.24; E204| Rivers thunderd against their banks, loud Winds furious fought
J55.25; E204| Cities & Nations contended in fires & clouds & tempests.
J55.26; E204| The Seas raisd up their voices & lifted their hands on high
J55.27; E204| The Stars in their courses fought. the Sun! Moon! Heaven! Earth.
J55.28; E204| Contending for Albion & for Jerusalem his Emanation
J55.29; E204| And for Shiloh, the Emanation of France & for lovely Vala.
J55.30; E205| Then far the greatest number were about to make a Separation
J55.31; E205| And they Elected Seven, calld the Seven Eyes of God;
J55.32; E205| Lucifer, Molech, Elohim, Shaddai, Pahad, Jehovah, Jesus.
J55.33; E205| They namd the Eighth. he came not, he hid in Albions Forests
J55.34; E205| But first they said: (& their Words stood in Chariots in array
J55.35; E205| Curbing their Tygers with golden bits & bridles of silver & ivory)
J55.36; E205| Let the Human Organs be kept in their perfect Integrity
J55.37; E205| At will Contracting into Worms, or Expanding into Gods
J55.38; E205| And then behold! what are these Ulro Visions of Chastity[!]
J55.39; E205| Then as the moss upon the tree: or dust upon the plow:
J55.40; E205| Or as the sweat upon the labouring shoulder: or as the chaff
J55.41; E205| Of the wheat-floor or as the dregs of the sweet wine-press
J55.42; E205| Such are these Ulro Visions, for tho we sit down within
J55.43; E205| The plowed furrow, listning to the weeping clods till we
J55.44; E205| Contract or Expand Space at will: or if we raise ourselves
J55.45; E205| Upon the chariots of the morning. Contracting or Expanding Time!
J55.46; E205| Every one knows, we are One Family! One Man blessed for ever
J55.47; E205| Silence remaind & every one resumd his Human Majesty
J55.48; E205| And many conversed on these things as they labourd at the furrow
J55.49; E205| Saying: It is better to prevent misery, than to release from misery
J55.50; E205| It is better to prevent error, than to forgive the criminal:
J55.51; E205| Labour well the Minute Particulars, attend to the Little-ones:
J55.52; E205| And those who are in misery cannot remain so long
J55.53; E205| If we do but our duty: labour well the teeming Earth.
J55.54; E205| They Plow'd in tears, the trumpets sounded before the golden Plow
J55.55; E205| And the voices of the Living Creatures were heard in the clouds of heaven
J55.56; E205| Crying: Compell the Reasoner to Demonstrate with unhewn Demonstrations
J55.57; E205| Let the Indefinite be explored. and let every Man be judged
J55.58; E205| By his own Works, Let all Indefinites be thrown into Demonstrations
J55.59; E205| To be pounded to dust & melted in the Furnaces of Affliction:
J55.60; E205| He who would do good to another, must do it in Minute Particulars
J55.61; E205| General Good is the plea of the scoundrel hypocrite flatterer:
J55.62; E205| For Art & Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars
J55.63; E205| And not in generalizing Demonstrations of the Rational Power.
J55.64; E205| The Infinite alone resides in Definite & Determinate Identity
J55.65; E205| Establishment of Truth depends on destruction of Falshood continually
J55.66; E205| On Circumcision: not on Virginity, O Reasoners of Albion
J55.67; E205| So cried they at the Plow. Albions Rock frowned above
J55.68; E205| And the Great Voice of Eternity rolled above terrible in clouds
J55.69; E205| Saying Who will go forth for us! & Who shall we send before our face?
J56.3; E206| What may Man be? who can tell! But what may Woman be?
J56.4; E206| To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave.
J56.5; E206| He who is an Infant, and whose Cradle is a Manger
J56.6; E206| Knoweth the Infant sorrow: whence it came, and where it goeth:
J56.7; E206| And who weave it a Cradle of the grass that withereth away.
J56.8; E206| This World is all a Cradle for the erred wandering Phantom:
J56.9; E206| Rock'd by Year, Month, Day & Hour; and every two Moments
J56.10; E206| Between, dwells a Daughter of Beulah, to feed the Human Vegetable
J56.11; E206| Entune: Daughters of Albion. your hymning Chorus mildly!
J56.12; E206| Cord of affection thrilling extatic on the iron Reel:
J56.13; E206| To the golden Loom of Love! to the moth-labourd Woof
J56.14; E206| A Garment and Cradle weaving for the infantine Terror:
J56.15; E206| For fear; at entering the gate into our World of cruel
J56.16; E206| Lamentation: it flee back & hide in Non-Entitys dark wild
J56.17; E206| Where dwells the Spectre of Albion: destroyer of Definite Form.
J56.18; E206| The Sun shall be a Scythed Chariot of Britain: the Moon; a Ship
J56.19; E206| In the British Ocean! Created by Los's Hammer; measured out
J56.20; E206| Into Days & Nights & Years & Months. to travel with my feet
J56.21; E206| Over these desolate rocks of Albion: O daughters of despair!
J56.22; E206| Rock the Cradle, and in mild melodies tell me where found
J56.23; E206| What you have enwoven with so much tears & care? so much
J56.24; E206| Tender artifice: to laugh: to weep: to learn: to know;
J56.25; E206| Remember! recollect! what dark befel in wintry days
J56.26; E206| O it was lost for ever! and we found it not: it came
J56.27; E206| And wept at our wintry Door: Look! look! behold! Gwendolen
J56.28; E206| Is become a Clod of Clay! Merlin is a Worm of the Valley!
J56.29; E206| Then Los uttered with Hammer & Anvil: Chaunt! revoice!
J56.30; E206| I mind not your laugh: and your frown I not fear! and
J56.31; E206| You must my dictate obey from your gold-beam'd Looms; trill
J56.32; E206| Gentle to Albions Watchman, on Albions mountains; reeccho
J56.33; E206| And rock the Cradle while! Ah me! Of that Eternal Man
J56.34; E206| And of the cradled Infancy in his bowels of compassion:
J56.35; E206| Who fell beneath his instruments of husbandry & became
J56.36; E206| Subservient to the clods of the furrow! the cattle and even
J56.37; E206| The emmet and earth-Worm are his superiors & his lords. t308
J56.41; E206| Los utter'd: swift as the rattling thunder upon the mountains[:]
J56.42; E206| Look back into the Church Paul! Look! Three Women around
J56.43; E206| The Cross! O Albion why didst thou a Female Will Create?
J57.1; E207| And the voices of Bath & Canterbury & York & Edinburgh. Cry
J57.2; E207| Over the Plow of Nations in the strong hand of Albion thundering along
J57.3; E207| Among the Fires of the Druid & the deep black rethundering Waters
J57.4; E207| Of the Atlantic which poured in impetuous loud loud. louder & louder.
J57.5; E207| And the Great Voice of the Atlantic howled over the Druid Altars:
J57.6; E207| Weeping over his Children in Stone-henge in Maiden & Colchester.
J57.7; E207| Round the Rocky Peak of Derbyshire London Stone & Rosamonds Bower
J57.8; E207| What is a Wife & what is a Harlot? What is a Church? & What
J57.9; E207| Is a Theatre? are they Two & not One? can they Exist Separate?
J57.10; E207| Are not Religion & Politics the Same Thing? Brotherhood is Religion
J57.11; E207| O Demonstrations of Reason Dividing Families in Cruelty & Pride!
J57.12; E207| But Albion fled from the Divine Vision, with the Plow of Nations enflaming
J57.13; E207| The Living Creatures maddend and Albion fell into the Furrow, and
J57.14; E207| The Plow went over him & the Living was Plowed in among the Dead
J57.15; E207| But his Spectre rose over the starry Plow. Albion fled beneath the Plow
J57.16; E207| Till he came to the Rock of Ages. & he took his Seat upon the Rock.
J58.1; E207| In beauty the Daughters of Albion divide & unite at will
J58.2; E207| Naked & drunk with blood Gwendolen dancing to the timbrel
J58.3; E207| Of War: reeling up the Street of London she divides in twain t310
J58.4; E207| Among the Inhabitants of Albion. the People fall around.
J58.5; E207| The Daughters of Albion. divide & unite in jealousy & cruelty
J58.6; E207| The Inhabitants of Albion at the Harvest & the Vintage
J58.7; E207| Feel their Brain cut round beneath the temples shrieking
J58.8; E207| Bonifying into a Scull, the Marrow exuding in dismal pain
J58.9; E207| They flee over the rocks bonifying: Horses: Oxen: feel the knife.
J58.10; E207| And while the Sons of Albion by severe War & Judgment, bonify
J58.11; E207| The Hermaphroditic Condensations are divided by the Knife
J58.12; E207| The obdurate Forms are cut asunder by jealousy & Pity.
J58.13; E207| Rational Philosophy and Mathematic Demonstration
J58.14; E207| Is divided in the intoxications of pleasure & affection
J58.15; E207| Two Contraries War against each other in fury & blood,
J58.16; E207| And Los fixes them on his Anvil, incessant his blows:
J58.17; E207| He fixes them with strong blows. placing the stones & timbers.
J58.18; E207| To Create a World of Generation from the World of Death:
J58.19; E207| Dividing the Masculine & Feminine: for the comingling
J58.20; E207| Of Albions & Luvahs Spectres was Hermaphroditic
J58.23; E208| Jordan sprang beneath its threshold bubbling from beneath
J58.24; E208| Its pillars: Euphrates ran under its arches: white sails
J58.25; E208| And silver oars reflect on its pillars, & sound on its ecchoing
J58.26; E208| Pavements: where walk the Sons of Jerusalem who remain Ungenerate
J58.27; E208| But the revolving Sun and Moon pass thro its porticoes,
J58.28; E208| Day & night, in sublime majesty & silence they revolve
J58.29; E208| And shine glorious within! Hand & Koban archd over the Sun
J58.30; E208| In the hot noon, as he traveld thro his journey; Hyle & Skofield
J58.31; E208| Archd over the Moon at midnight & Los Fixd them there,
J58.32; E208| With his thunderous Hammer; terrified the Spectres rage & flee
J58.33; E208| Canaan is his portico; Jordan is a fountain in his porch;
J58.34; E208| A fountain of milk & wine to relieve the traveller:
J58.35; E208| Egypt is the eight steps within. Ethiopia supports his pillars;
J58.36; E208| Lybia & the Lands unknown. are the ascent without;
J58.37; E208| Within is Asia & Greece, ornamented with exquisite art:
J58.38; E208| Persia & Media are his halls: his inmost hall is Great Tartary.
J58.39; E208| China & India & Siberia are his temples for entertainment
J58.40; E208| Poland & Russia & Sweden, his soft retired chambers
J58.41; E208| France & Spain & Italy & Denmark & Holland & Germany
J58.42; E208| Are the temples among his pillars. Britain is Los's Forge;
J58.43; E208| America North & South are his baths of living waters.
J58.44; E208| Such is the Ancient World of Urizen in the Satanic Void
J58.45; E208| Created from the Valley of Middlesex by Londons River
J58.46; E208| From Stone-henge and from London Stone, from Cornwall to Cathnes
J58.47; E208| The Four Zoa's rush around on all sides in dire ruin
J58.48; E208| Furious in pride of Selfhood the terrible Spectres of Albion
J58.49; E208| Rear their dark Rocks among the Stars of God: stupendous
J58.50; E208| Works! A World of Generation continually Creating; out of
J58.51; E208| The Hermaphroditic Satanic World of rocky destiny.
J59.2; E208| For the Veil of Vala which Albion cast into the Atlantic Deep
J59.3; E208| To catch the Souls of the Dead: began to Vegetate & Petrify
J59.4; E208| Around the Earth of Albion. among the Roots of his Tree
J59.5; E208| This Los formed into the Gates & mighty Wall, between the Oak
J59.6; E208| Of Weeping & the Palm of Suffering beneath Albions Tomb,
J59.7; E208| Thus in process of time it became the beautiful Mundane Shell,
J59.8; E208| The Habitation of the Spectres of the Dead & the Place
J59.9; E208| Of Redemption & of awaking again into Eternity
J59.10; E208| For Four Universes round the Mundane Egg remain Chaotic
J59.11; E208| One to the North; Urthona: One to the South; Urizen:
J59.12; E208| One to the East: Luvah: One to the West, Tharmas;
J59.13; E208| They are the Four Zoas that stood around the Throne Divine
J59.14; E208| Verulam: London: York & Edinburgh: their English names
J59.15; E208| But when Luvah assumed the World of Urizen Southward
J59.16; E209| And Albion was slain upon his Mountains & in his Tent.
J59.17; E209| All fell towards the Center, sinking downwards in dire ruin,
J59.18; E209| In the South remains a burning Fire: in the East. a Void
J59.19; E209| In the West, a World of raging Waters: in the North; solid Darkness
J59.20; E209| Unfathomable without end: but in the midst of these
J59.21; E209| Is Built eternally the sublime Universe of Los & Enitharmon
J59.22; E209| And in the North Gate, in the West of the North. toward Beulah
J59.23; E209| Cathedrons Looms are builded. and Los's Furnaces in the South
J59.24; E209| A wondrous golden Building immense with ornaments sublime
J59.25; E209| Is bright Cathedrons golden Hall, its Courts Towers & Pinnacles
J59.26; E209| And one Daughter of Los sat at the fiery Reel & another
J59.27; E209| Sat at the shining Loom with her Sisters attending round
J59.28; E209| Terrible their distress & their sorrow cannot be utterd
J59.29; E209| And another Daughter of Los sat at the Spinning Wheel
J59.30; E209| Endless their labour, with bitter food. void of sleep,
J59.31; E209| Tho hungry they labour: they rouze themselves anxious
J59.32; E209| Hour after hour labouring at the whirling Wheel
J59.33; E209| Many Wheels & as many lovely Daughters sit weeping
J59.34; E209| Yet the intoxicating delight that they take in their work
J59.35; E209| Obliterates every other evil; none pities their tears
J59.36; E209| Yet they regard not pity & they expect no one to pity
J59.37; E209| For they labour for life & love, regardless of any one
J59.38; E209| But the poor Spectres that they work for, always incessantly
J59.39; E209| They are mockd, by every one that passes by. they regard not
J59.40; E209| They labour; & when their Wheels are broken by scorn & malice
J59.41; E209| They mend them sorrowing with many tears & afflictions.
J59.42; E209| Other Daughters Weave on the Cushion & Pillow, Network fine
J59.43; E209| That Rahab & Tirzah may exist & live & breathe & love
J59.44; E209| Ah, that it could be as the Daughters of Beulah wish!
J59.45; E209| Other Daughters of Los, labouring at Looms less fine
J59.46; E209| Create the Silk-worm & the Spider & the Catterpiller
J59.47; E209| To assist in their most grievous work of pity & compassion
J59.48; E209| And others Create the wooly Lamb & the downy Fowl
J59.49; E209| To assist in the work: the Lamb bleats: the Sea-fowl cries
J59.50; E209| Men understand not the distress & the labour & sorrow
J59.51; E209| That in the Interior Worlds is carried on in fear & trembling
J59.52; E209| Weaving the shuddring fears & loves of Albions Families
J59.53; E209| Thunderous rage the Spindles of iron. & the iron Distaff
J59.54; E209| Maddens in the fury of their hands, Weaving in bitter tears
J59.55; E209| The Veil of Goats-hair & Purple & Scarlet & fine twined Linen
J60.3; E210| Spreading in bloody veins in torments over Europe & Asia;
J60.4; E210| Not yet formed but a wretched torment unformed & abyssal
J60.5; E210| In flaming fire; within the Furnaces the Divine Vision appeard
J60.6; E210| On Albions hills: often walking from the Furnaces in clouds
J60.7; E210| And flames among the Druid Temples & the Starry Wheels
J60.8; E210| Gatherd Jerusalems Children in his arms & bore them like
J60.9; E210| A Shepherd in the night of Albion which overspread all the Earth
J60.10; E210| I gave thee liberty and life O lovely Jerusalem
J60.11; E210| And thou hast bound me down upon the Stems of Vegetation
J60.12; E210| I gave thee Sheep-walks upon the Spanish Mountains Jerusalem
J60.13; E210| I gave thee Priams City and the Isles of Grecia lovely!
J60.14; E210| I gave thee Hand & Scofield & the Counties of Albion:
J60.15; E210| They spread forth like a lovely root into the Garden of God:
J60.16; E210| They were as Adam before me: united into One Man,
J60.17; E210| They stood in innocence & their skiey tent reachd over Asia
J60.18; E210| To Nimrods Tower to Ham & Canaan walking with Mizraim
J60.19; E210| Upon the Egyptian Nile, with solemn songs to Grecia
J60.20; E210| And sweet Hesperia even to Great Chaldea & Tesshina
J60.21; E210| Following thee as a Shepherd by the Four Rivers of Eden
J60.22; E210| Why wilt thou rend thyself apart, Jerusalem?
J60.23; E210| And build this Babylon & sacrifice in secret Groves,
J60.24; E210| Among the Gods of Asia: among the fountains of pitch & nitre
J60.25; E210| Therefore thy Mountains are become barren Jerusalem!
J60.26; E210| Thy Valleys, Plains of burning sand. thy Rivers: waters of death
J60.27; E210| Thy Villages die of the Famine and thy Cities
J60.28; E210| Beg bread from house to house, lovely Jerusalem
J60.29; E210| Why wilt thou deface thy beauty & the beauty of thy little-ones
J60.30; E210| To please thy Idols, in the pretended chastities of Uncircumcision[?]
J60.31; E210| Thy Sons are lovelier than Egypt or Assyria; wherefore
J60.32; E210| Dost thou blacken their beauty by a Secluded place of rest.
J60.33; E210| And a peculiar Tabernacle, to cut the integuments of beauty
J60.34; E210| Into veils of tears and sorrows O lovely Jerusalem!
J60.35; E210| They have perswaded thee to this, therefore their end shall come
J60.36; E210| And I will lead thee thro the Wilderness in shadow of my cloud
J60.37; E210| And in my love I will lead thee, lovely Shadow of Sleeping Albion.
J60.39; E210| But Jerusalem faintly saw him, closd in the Dungeons of Babylon
J60.40; E210| Her Form was held by Beulahs Daughters. but all within unseen
J60.41; E210| She sat at the Mills, her hair unbound her feet naked
J60.42; E210| Cut with the flints: her tears run down, her reason grows like
J60.43; E210| The Wheel of Hand. incessant turning day & night without rest
J60.44; E210| Insane she raves upon the winds hoarse, inarticulate:
J60.45; E210| All night Vala hears. she triumphs in pride of holiness
J60.46; E210| To see Jerusalem deface her lineaments with bitter blows
J60.47; E211| Of despair. while the Satanic Holiness triumphd in Vala
J60.48; E211| In a Religion of Chastity & Uncircumcised Selfishness
J60.49; E211| Both of the Head & Heart & Loins, closd up in Moral Pride.
J60.52; E211| O Lord & Saviour, have the Gods of the Heathen pierced thee?
J60.53; E211| Or hast thou been pierced in the House of thy Friends?
J60.54; E211| Art thou alive! & livest thou for-evermore? or art thou
J60.55; E211| Not: but a delusive shadow, a thought that liveth not. t311
J60.56; E211| Babel mocks saying, there is no God nor Son of God
J60.57; E211| That thou O Human Imagination, O Divine Body art all
J60.58; E211| A delusion. but I know thee O Lord when thou arisest upon
J60.59; E211| My weary eyes even in this dungeon & this iron mill.
J60.60; E211| The Stars of Albion cruel rise; thou bindest to sweet influences:
J60.61; E211| For thou also sufferest with me altho I behold thee not;
J60.62; E211| And altho I sin & blaspheme thy holy name, thou pitiest me;
J60.63; E211| Because thou knowest I am deluded by the turning mills.
J60.64; E211| And by these visions of pity & love because of Albions death.
J60.66; E211| Mild Shade of Man, pitiest thou these Visions of terror & woe!
J60.67; E211| Give forth thy pity & love. fear not! lo I am with thee always.
J60.68; E211| Only believe in me that I have power to raise from death
J60.69; E211| Thy Brother who Sleepeth in Albion: fear not trembling Shade
J61.3; E211| She looked & saw Joseph the Carpenter in Nazareth & Mary
J61.4; E211| His espoused Wife. And Mary said, If thou put me away from thee
J61.5; E211| Dost thou not murder me? Joseph spoke in anger & fury. Should I
J61.6; E211| Marry a Harlot & an Adulteress? Mary answerd, Art thou more pure
J61.7; E211| Than thy Maker who forgiveth Sins & calls again Her that is Lost
J61.8; E211| Tho She hates. he calls her again in love. I love my dear Joseph
J61.9; E211| But he driveth me away from his presence. yet I hear the voice of God
J61.10; E211| In the voice of my Husband. tho he is angry for a moment, he will not
J61.11; E211| Utterly cast me away. if I were pure, never could I taste the sweets
J61.12; E211| Of the Forgive[ne]ss of Sins! if I were holy! I never could behold the tears
J61.13; E211| Of love! of him who loves me in the midst of his anger in furnace of fire.
J61.14; E211| Ah my Mary: said Joseph: weeping over & embracing her closely in
J61.15; E211| His arms: Doth he forgive Jerusalem & not exact Purity from her who is
J61.16; E211| Polluted. I heard his voice in my sleep O his Angel in my dream:
J61.17; E212| Saying, Doth Jehovah Forgive a Debt only on condition that it shall
J61.18; E212| Be Payed? Doth he Forgive Pollution only on conditions of Purity
J61.19; E212| That Debt is not Forgiven! That Pollution is not Forgiven
J61.20; E212| Such is the Forgiveness of the Gods, the Moral Virtues of the
J61.21; E212| Heathen, whose tender Mercies are Cruelty. But Jehovahs Salvation
J61.22; E212| Is without Money & without Price, in the Continual Forgiveness of Sins
J61.23; E212| In the Perpetual Mutual Sacrifice in Great Eternity! for behold!
J61.24; E212| There is none that liveth & Sinneth not! And this is the Covenant
J61.25; E212| Of Jehovah: If you Forgive one-another, so shall Jehovah Forgive You:
J61.26; E212| That He Himself may Dwell among You. Fear not then to take
J6127; E212| To thee Mary thy Wife, for she is with Child by the Holy Ghost
J61.28; E212| Then Mary burst forth into a Song! she flowed like a River of
J61.29; E212| Many Streams in the arms of Joseph & gave forth her tears of joy
J61.30; E212| Like many waters, and Emanating into gardens & palaces upon
J61.31; E212| Euphrates & to forests & floods & animals wild & tame from
J61.32; E212| Gihon to Hiddekel, & to corn fields & villages & inhabitants
J61.33; E212| Upon Pison & Arnon & Jordan. And I heard the voice among
J61.34; E212| The Reapers Saying, Am I Jerusalem the lost Adulteress? or am I
J61.35; E212| Babylon come up to Jerusalem? And another voice answerd Saying
J61.36; E212| Does the voice of my Lord call me again? am I pure thro his Mercy
J61.37; E212| And Pity. Am I become lovely as a Virgin in his sight who am
J61.38; E212| Indeed a Harlot drunken with the Sacrifice of Idols does he
J61.39; E212| Call her pure as he did in the days of her Infancy when She
J61.40; E212| Was cast out to the loathing of her person. The Chaldean took
J61.41; E212| Me from my Cradle. The Amalekite stole me away upon his Camels
J61.42; E212| Before I had ever beheld with love the Face of Jehovah; or known
J61.43; E212| That there was a God of Mercy: O Mercy O Divine Humanity!
J61.44; E212| O Forgiveness & Pity & Compassion! If I were Pure I should never
J61.45; E212| Have known Thee; If I were Unpolluted I should never have
J61.46; E212| Glorified thy Holiness, or rejoiced in thy great Salvation.
J61.47; E212| Mary leaned her side against Jerusalem, Jerusalem recieved
J61.48; E212| The Infant into her hands in the Visions of Jehovah. Times passed on
J61.49; E212| Jerusalem fainted over the Cross & Sepulcher She heard the voice
J61.50; E212| Wilt thou make Rome thy Patriarch Druid & the Kings of Europe his
J61.51; E212| Horsemen? Man in the Resurrection changes his Sexual Garments at will
J61.52; E212| Every Harlot was once a Virgin: every Criminal an Infant Love!
J62.2; E212| Jerusalem replied. I am an outcast: Albion is dead!
J62.3; E212| I am left to the trampling foot & the spurning heel!
J62.4; E212| A Harlot I am calld. I am sold from street to street!
J62.5; E212| I am defaced with blows & with the dirt of the Prison!
J62.6; E213| And wilt thou become my Husband O my Lord & Saviour?
J62.7; E213| Shall Vala bring thee forth! shall the Chaste be ashamed also?
J62.8; E213| I see the Maternal Line, I behold the Seed of the Woman!
J62.9; E213| Cainah, & Ada & Zillah & Naamah Wife of Noah.
J62.10; E213| Shuahs daughter & Tamar & Rahab the Canaanites:
J62.11; E213| Ruth the Moabite & Bathsheba of the daughters of Heth
J62.12; E213| Naamah the Ammonite, Zibeah the Philistine, & Mary
J62.13; E213| These are the Daughters of Vala, Mother of the Body of death
J62.14; E213| But I thy Magdalen behold thy Spiritual Risen Body
J62.15; E213| Shall Albion arise? I know he shall arise at the Last Day!
J62.16; E213| I know that in my flesh I shall see God: but Emanations
J62.17; E213| Are weak. they know not whence they are, nor whither tend.
J62.18; E213| Jesus replied. I am the Resurrection & the Life.
J62.19; E213| I Die & pass the limits of possibility, as it appears
J62.20; E213| To individual perception. Luvah must be Created
J62.21; E213| And Vala; for I cannot leave them in the gnawing Grave.
J62.22; E213| But will prepare a way for my banished-ones to return
J62.23; E213| Come now with me into the villages. walk thro all the cities.
J62.24; E213| Tho thou art taken to prison & judgment, starved in the streets
J62.25; E213| I will command the cloud to give thee food & the hard rock
J62.26; E213| To flow with milk & wine, tho thou seest me not a season
J62.27; E213| Even a long season & a hard journey & a howling wilderness!
J62.28; E213| Tho Valas cloud hide thee & Luvahs fires follow thee!
J62.29; E213| Only believe & trust in me, Lo. I am always with thee!
J62.30; E213| So spoke the Lamb of God while Luvahs Cloud reddening above
J62.31; E213| Burst forth in streams of blood upon the heavens & dark night
J62.32; E213| Involvd Jerusalem. & the Wheels of Albions Sons turnd hoarse
J62.33; E213| Over the Mountains & the fires blaz'd on Druid Altars
J62.34; E213| And the Sun set in Tyburns Brook where Victims howl & cry.
J62.35; E213| But Los beheld the Divine Vision among the flames of the Furnaces
J62.36; E213| Therefore he lived & breathed in hope. but his tears fell incessant
J62.37; E213| Because his Children were closd from him apart: & Enitharmon
J62.38; E213| Dividing in fierce pain: also the Vision of God was closd in clouds
J62.39; E213| Of Albions Spectres, that Los in despair oft sat, & often ponderd
J62.40; E213| On Death Eternal in fierce shudders upon the mountains of Albion
J62.41; E213| Walking: & in the vales in howlings fierce, then to his Anvils
J62.42; E213| Turning, anew began his labours, tho in terrible pains!
J63.1; E213| Jehovah stood among the Druids in the Valley of Annandale
J63.2; E213| When the Four Zoas of Albion, the Four Living Creatures, the Cherubim
J63.3; E213| Of Albion tremble before the Spectre, in the starry likeness of the Plow
J63.4; E213| Of Nations. And their Names are Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona
J63.5; E214| Luvah slew Tharmas the Angel of the Tongue & Albion brought him t312
J63.6; E214| To Justice in his own City of Paris, denying the Resurrection
J63.7; E214| Then Vala the Wife of Albion, who is the Daughter of Luvah
J63.8; E214| Took vengeance Twelve-fold among the Chaotic Rocks of the Druids
J63.9; E214| Where the Human Victims howl to the Moon & Thor & Friga
J63.10; E214| Dance the dance of death contending with Jehovah among the Cherubim.
J63.11; E214| The Chariot Wheels filled with Eyes rage along the howling Valley
J63.12; E214| In the Dividing of Reuben & Benjamin bleeding from Chesters River
J63.13; E214| The Giants & the Witches & the Ghosts of Albion dance with
J63.14; E214| Thor & Friga, & the Fairies lead the Moon along the Valley of Cherubim
J63.15; E214| Bleeding in torrents from Mountain to Mountain, a lovely Victim
J63.16; E214| And Jehovah stood in the Gates of the Victim, & he appeared
J63.17; E214| A weeping Infant in the Gates of Birth in the midst of Heaven
J63.18; E214| The Cities & Villages of Albion became Rock & Sand Unhumanized
J63.19; E214| The Druid Sons of Albion & the Heavens a Void around unfathomable
J63.20; E214| No Human Form but Sexual & a little weeping Infant pale reflected
J63.21; E214| Multitudinous in the Looking Glass of Enitharmon, on all sides
J63.22; E214| Around in the clouds of the Female, on Albions Cliffs of the Dead
J63.23; E214| Such the appearance in Cheviot: in the Divisions of Reuben
J63.24; E214| When the Cherubim hid their heads under their wings in deep slumbers
J63.25; E214| When the Druids demanded Chastity from Woman & all was lost.
J63.26; E214| How can the Female be Chaste O thou stupid Druid Cried Los
J63.27; E214| Without the Forgiveness of Sins in the merciful clouds of Jehovah
J63.28; E214| And without the Baptism of Repentance to wash away Calumnies. and
J63.29; E214| The Accusations of Sin that each may be Pure in their Neighbours sight
J63.30; E214| O when shall Jehovah give us Victims from his Flocks & Herds
J63.31; E214| Instead of Human Victims by the Daughters of Albion & Canaan
J63.32; E214| Then laugh'd Gwendolen & her laughter shook the Nations & Familys of
J63.33; E214| The Dead beneath Beulah from Tyburn to Golgotha, and from
J63.34; E214| Ireland to Japan. furious her Lions & Tygers & Wolves sport before
J63.35; E214| Los on the Thames & Medway. London & Canterbury groan in pain
J63.36; E214| Los knew not yet what was done: he thought it was all in Vision
J63.37; E214| In Visions of the Dreams of Beulah among the Daughters of Albion
J63.38; E214| Therefore the Murder was put apart in the Looking-Glass of Enitharmon
J63.42; E215| And all the Land of Canaan suspended over the Valley of Cheviot
J63.43; E215| From Bashan to Tyre & from Troy to Gaza of the Amalekite
J63.44; E215| And Reuben fled with his head downwards among the Caverns
J64.1; E215| Of the Mundane Shell which froze on all sides round Canaan on
J64.2; E215| The vast Expanse: where the Daughters of Albion Weave the Web
J64.3; E215| Of Ages & Generations, folding & unfolding it, like a Veil of Cherubim
J64.4; E215| And sometimes it touches the Earths summits, & sometimes spreads
J64.5; E215| Abroad into the Indefinite Spectre, who is the Rational Power.
J64.6; E215| Then All the Daughters of Albion became One before Los: even Vala!
J64.7; E215| And she put forth her hand upon the Looms in dreadful howlings
J64.8; E215| Till she vegetated into a hungry Stomach & a devouring Tongue.
J64.9; E215| Her Hand is a Court of Justice, her Feet: two Armies in Battle
J64.10; E215| Storms & Pestilence: in her Locks: & in her Loins Earthquake.
J64.11; E215| And Fire. & the Ruin of Cities & Nations & Families & Tongues
J64.12; E215| She cries: The Human is but a Worm, & thou O Male: Thou art
J64.13; E215| Thyself Female, a Male: a breeder of Seed: a Son & Husband: & Lo.
J64.14; E215| The Human Divine is Womans Shadow, a Vapor in the summers heat
J64.15; E215| Go assume Papal dignity thou Spectre, thou Male Harlot! Arthur
J64.16; E215| Divide into the Kings of Europe in times remote O Woman-born
J64.17; E215| And Woman-nourishd & Woman-educated & Woman-scorn'd!
J64.18; E215| Wherefore art thou living? said Los, & Man cannot live in thy presence
J64.19; E215| Art thou Vala the Wife of Albion O thou lovely Daughter of Luvah
J64.20; E215| All Quarrels arise from Reasoning. the secret Murder, and
J64.21; E215| The violent Man-slaughter. these are the Spectres double Cave
J64.22; E215| The Sexual Death living on accusation of Sin & judgment
J64.23; E215| To freeze Love & Innocence into the gold & silver of the Merchant
J64.24; E215| Without Forgiveness of Sin Love is Itself Eternal Death
J64.25; E215| Then the Spectre drew Vala into his bosom magnificent terrific
J64.26; E215| Glittering with precious stones & gold, with Garments of blood & fire
J64.27; E215| He wept in deadly wrath of the Spectre, in self-contradicting agony
J64.28; E215| Crimson with Wrath & green with jealousy dazling with Love
J64.29; E215| And jealousy immingled & the purple of the violet darkend deep
J64.30; E215| Over the Plow of Nations thundring in the hand of Albions Spectre
J64.31; E215| A dark Hermaphrodite they stood frowning upon Londons River
J64.32; E215| And the Distaff & Spindle in the hands of Vala with the Flax of
J64.33; E215| Human Miseries turnd fierce with the Lives of Men along the Valley
J64.34; E215| As Reuben fled before the Daughters of Albion Taxing the Nations
J64.35; E216| Derby Peak yawnd a horrid Chasm at the Cries of Gwendolen, & at
J64.36; E216| The stamping feet of Ragan upon the flaming Treddles of her Loom
J64.37; E216| That drop with crimson gore with the Loves of Albion & Canaan
J64.38; E216| Opening along the Valley of Rephaim, weaving over the Caves of Machpelah
J65.1; E216| To decide Two Worlds with a great decision: a World of Mercy, and
J65.2; E216| A World of Justice: the World of Mercy for Salvation
J65.3; E216| To cast Luvah into the Wrath, and Albion into the Pity
J65.4; E216| In the Two Contraries of Humanity & in the Four Regions.
J65.5; E216| For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven,
J65.6; E216| They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives!
J65.7; E216| They cast the lots into the helmet: they give the oath of blood in Lambeth
J65.8; E216| They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath:
J65.9; E216| They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots
J65.10; E216| To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation
J65.11; E216| The sun was black & the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain!
J65.12; E216| Then left the Sons of Urizen the plow & harrow, the loom
J65.13; E216| The hammer & the chisel, & the rule & compasses; from London fleeing
J65.14; E216| They forg'd the sword on Cheviot, the chariot of war & the battle-ax,
J65.15; E216| The trumpet fitted to mortal battle, & the flute of summer in Annandale
J65.16; E216| And all the Arts of Life. they changd into the Arts of Death in Albion.
J65.17; E216| The hour-glass contemnd because its simple workmanship.
J65.18; E216| Was like the workmanship of the plowman, & the water wheel,
J65.19; E216| That raises water into cisterns: broken & burnd with fire:
J65.20; E216| Because its workmanship. was like the workmanship of the shepherd.
J65.21; E216| And in their stead, intricate wheels invented, wheel without wheel:
J65.22; E216| To perplex youth in their outgoings, & to bind to labours in Albion
J65.23; E216| Of day & night the myriads of eternity that they may grind
J65.24; E216| And polish brass & iron hour after hour laborious task!
J65.25; E216| Kept ignorant of its use, that they might spend the days of wisdom
J65.26; E216| In sorrowful drudgery, to obtain a scanty pittance of bread:
J65.27; E216| In ignorance to view a small portion & think that All,
J65.28; E216| And call it Demonstration: blind to all the simple rules of life.
J65.29; E216| Now: now the battle rages round thy tender limbs O Vala
J65.30; E216| Now smile among thy bitter tears: now put on all thy beauty
J65.31; E216| Is not the wound of the sword sweet! & the broken bone delightful?
J65.32; E216| Wilt thou now smile among the scythes when the wounded groan in the field[?]
J65.33; E216| We were carried away in thousands from London; & in tens
J65.34; E216| Of thousands from Westminster & Marybone in ships closd up:
J65.35; E217| Chaind hand & foot, compelld to fight under the iron whips
J65.36; E217| Of our captains; fearing our officers more than the enemy.
J65.37; E217| Lift up thy blue eyes Vala & put on thy sapphire shoes:
J65.38; E217| O melancholy Magdalen behold the morning over Malden break;
J65.39; E217| Gird on thy flaming zone, descend into the sepulcher of Canterbury.
J65.40; E217| Scatter the blood from thy golden brow, the tears from thy silver locks:
J65.41; E217| Shake off the waters from thy wings! & the dust from thy white garments
J65.42; E217| Remember all thy feigned terrors on the secret couch of Lambeths Vale
J65.43; E217| When the sun rose in glowing morn, with arms of mighty hosts
J65.44; E217| Marching to battle who was wont to rise with Urizens harps
J65.45; E217| Girt as a sower with his seed to scatter life abroad over Albion:
J65.46; E217| Arise O Vala! bring the bow of Urizen: bring the swift arrows of light.
J65.47; E217| How rag'd the golden horses of Urizen, compelld to the chariot of love!
J65.48; E217| Compelld to leave the plow to the ox, to snuff up the winds of desolation
J65.49; E217| To trample the corn fields in boastful neighings: this is no gentle harp
J65.50; E217| This is no warbling brook, nor shadow of a mirtle tree:
J65.51; E217| But blood and wounds and dismal cries, and shadows of the oak:
J65.52; E217| And hearts laid open to the light, by the broad grizly sword:
J65.53; E217| And bowels hid in hammerd steel rip'd quivering on the ground.
J65.54; E217| Call forth thy smiles of soft deceit: call forth thy cloudy tears:
J65.55; E217| We hear thy sighs in trumpets shrill when morn shall blood renew.
J65.56; E217| So sang the Spectre Sons of Albion round Luvahs Stone of Trial:
J65.57; E217| Mocking and deriding at the writhings of their Victim on Salisbury:
J65.58; E217| Drinking his Emanation in intoxicating bliss rejoicing in Giant dance;
J65.59; E217| For a Spectre has no Emanation but what he imbibes from decieving
J65.60; E217| A Victim! Then he becomes her Priest & she his Tabernacle.
J65.61; E217| And his Oak Grove, till the Victim rend the woven Veil.
J65.62; E217| In the end of his sleep when Jesus calls him from his grave t313
J65.63; E217| Howling the Victims on the Druid Altars yield their souls
J65.64; E217| To the stern Warriors: lovely sport the Daughters round their Victims;
J65.65; E217| Drinking their lives in sweet intoxication. hence arose from Bath
J65.66; E217| Soft deluding odours, in spiral volutions intricately winding
J65.67; E217| Over Albions mountains, a feminine indefinite cruel delusion.
J65.68; E217| Astonishd: terrified & in pain & torment. Sudden they behold
J65.69; E217| Their own Parent the Emanation of their murderd Enemy
J65.70; E217| Become their Emanation and their Temple and Tabernacle
J65.71; E217| They knew not. this Vala was their beloved Mother Vala Albions Wife.
J65.72; E217| Terrified at the sight of the Victim: at his distorted sinews!
J65.73; E217| The tremblings of Vala vibrate thro' the limbs of Albions Sons:
J65.74; E217| While they rejoice over Luvah in mockery & bitter scorn:
J65.75; E217| Sudden they become like what they behold in howlings & deadly pain.
J65.76; E217| Spasms smite their features, sinews & limbs: pale they look on one another.
J65.77; E218| They turn, contorted: their iron necks bend unwilling towards
J65.78; E218| Luvah: their lips tremble: their muscular fibres are crampd & smitten
J65.79; E218| They become like what they behold! Yet immense in strength & power,
J66.1; E218| In awful pomp & gold, in all the precious unhewn stones of Eden
J66.2; E218| They build a stupendous Building on the Plain of Salisbury; with chains
J66.3; E218| Of rocks round London Stone: of Reasonings: of unhewn Demonstrations
J66.4; E218| In labyrinthine arches. (Mighty Urizen the Architect.) thro which
J66.5; E218| The Heavens might revolve & Eternity be bound in their chain.
J66.6; E218| Labour unparallelld! a wondrous rocky World of cruel destiny
J66.7; E218| Rocks piled on rocks reaching the stars: stretching from pole to pole.
J66.8; E218| The Building is Natural Religion & its Altars Natural Morality
J66.9; E218| A building of eternal death: whose proportions are eternal despair
J66.10; E218| Here Vala stood turning the iron Spindle of destruction
J66.11; E218| From heaven to earth: howling! invisible! but not invisible
J66.12; E218| Her Two Covering Cherubs afterwards named Voltaire & Rousseau:
J66.13; E218| Two frowning Rocks: on each side of the Cove & Stone of Torture:
J66.14; E218| Frozen Sons of the feminine Tabernacle of Bacon, Newton & Locke.
J66.15; E218| For Luvah is France: the Victim of the Spectres of Albion.
J66.16; E218| Los beheld in terror: he pour'd his loud storms on the Furnaces:
J66.17; E218| The Daughters of Albion clothed in garments of needle work
J66.18; E218| Strip them off from their shoulders and bosoms, they lay aside
J66.19; E218| Their garments; they sit naked upon the Stone of trial.
J66.20; E218| The Knife of flint passes over the howling Victim: his blood
J66.21; E218| Gushes & stains the fair side of the fair Daug[h]ters of Albion.
J66.22; E218| They put aside his curls; they divide his seven locks upon
J66.23; E218| His forehead: they bind his forehead with thorns of iron
J66.24; E218| They put into his hand a reed, they mock: Saying: Behold
J66.25; E218| The King of Canaan whose are seven hundred chariots of iron!
J66.26; E218| They take off his vesture whole with their Knives of flint:
J66.27; E218| But they cut asunder his inner garments: searching with
J66.28; E218| Their cruel fingers for his heart, & there they enter in pomp,
J66.29; E218| In many tears; & there they erect a temple & an altar:
J66.30; E218| They pour cold water on his brain in front, to cause.
J66.31; E218| Lids to grow over his eyes in veils of tears: and caverns
J66.32; E218| To freeze over his nostrils, while they feed his tongue from cups
J66.33; E218| And dishes of painted clay. Glowing with beauty & cruelty:
J66.34; E218| They obscure the sun & the moon; no eye can look upon them.
J66.35; E218| Ah! alas! at the sight of the Victim, & at sight of those who are smitten,
J66.36; E218| All who see. become what they behold. their eyes are coverd
J66.37; E218| With veils of tears and their nostrils & tongues shrunk up
J66.38; E218| Their ear bent outwards. as their Victim, so are they in the pangs
J66.39; E218| Of unconquerable fear! amidst delights of revenge Earth-shaking!
J66.40; E219| And as their eye & ear shrunk, the heavens shrunk away
J66.41; E219| The Divine Vision became First a burning flame, then a column
J66.42; E219| Of fire, then an awful fiery wheel surrounding earth & heaven:
J66.43; E219| And then a globe of blood wandering distant in all unknown night:
J66.44; E219| Afar into the unknown night the mountains fled away:
J66.45; E219| Six months of mortality; a summer: & six months of mortality; a winter:
J66.46; E219| The Human form began to be alterd by the Daughters of Albion
J66.47; E219| And the perceptions to be dissipated into the Indefinite. Becoming
J66.48; E219| A mighty Polypus nam'd Albions Tree: they tie the Veins
J66.49; E219| And Nerves into two knots: & the Seed into a double knot:
J66.50; E219| They look forth: the Sun is shrunk: the Heavens are shrunk
J66.51; E219| Away into the far remote: and the Trees & Mountains witherd
J66.52; E219| Into indefinite cloudy shadows in darkness & separation.
J66.53; E219| By Invisible hatreds adjoind, they seem remote and separate
J66.54; E219| From each other; and yet are a Mighty Polypus in the Deep!
J66.55; E219| As the Misletoe grows on the Oak, so Albions Tree on Eternity: Lo!
J66.56; E219| He who will not comingle in Love, must be adjoind by Hate
J66.57; E219| They look forth from Stone-henge! from the Cove round London Stone
J66.58; E219| They look on one another: the mountain calls out to the mountain:
J66.59; E219| Plinlimmon shrunk away: Snowdon trembled: the mountains
J66.60; E219| Of Wales & Scotland beheld the descending War: the routed flying:
J66.61; E219| Red run the streams of Albion: Thames is drunk with blood:
J66.62; E219| As Gwendolen cast the shuttle of war: as Cambel returnd the beam.
J66.63; E219| The Humber & the Severn: are drunk with the blood of the slain:
J66.64; E219| London feels his brain cut round: Edinburghs heart is circumscribed!
J66.65; E219| York & Lincoln hide among the flocks, because of the griding Knife.
J66.66; E219| Worcester & Hereford: Oxford & Cambridge reel & stagger,
J66.67; E219| Overwearied with howling: Wales & Scotland alone sustain the fight!
J66.68; E219| The inhabitants are sick to death: they labour to divide into Days
J66.69; E219| And Nights, the uncertain Periods: and into Weeks & Months. In vain
J66.70; E219| They send the Dove & Raven: & in vain the Serpent over the mountains.
J66.71; E219| And in vain the Eagle & Lion over the four-fold wilderness.
J66.72; E219| They return not: but generate in rocky places desolate.
J66.73; E219| They return not; but build a habitation separate from Man.
J66.74; E219| The Sun forgets his course like a drunken man; he hesitates,
J66.75; E219| Upon the Cheselden hills, thinking to sleep on the Severn
J66.76; E219| In vain: he is hurried afar into an unknown Night
J66.77; E219| He bleeds in torrents of blood as he rolls thro heaven above
J66.78; E219| He chokes up the paths of the sky; the Moon is leprous as snow:
J66.79; E219| Trembling & descending down seeking to rest upon high Mona:
J66.80; E219| Scattering her leprous snows in flakes of disease over Albion.
J66.81; E219| The Stars flee remote: the heaven is iron, the earth is sulphur,
J66.82; E219| And all the mountains & hills shrink up like a withering gourd,
J66.83; E219| As the Senses of Men shrink together under the Knife of flint,
J66.84; E219| In the hands of Albions Daughters, among the Druid Temples.
J67.2; E220| And the Twelve Daughters of Albion united in Rahab & Tirzah
J67.3; E220| A Double Female: and they drew out from the Rocky Stones
J67.4; E220| Fibres of Life to Weave[,] for every Female is a Golden Loom
J67.5; E220| The Rocks are opake hardnesses covering all Vegetated things
J67.6; E220| And as they Wove & Cut from the Looms in various divisions
J67.7; E220| Stretching over Europe & Asia from Ireland to Japan
J67.8; E220| They divided into many lovely Daughters to be counterparts
J67.9; E220| To those they Wove, for when they Wove a Male, they divided
J67.10; E220| Into a Female to the Woven Male. in opake hardness
J67.11; E220| They cut the Fibres from the Rocks groaning in pain they Weave;
J67.12; E220| Calling the Rocks Atomic Origins of Existence; denying Eternity
J67.13; E220| By the Atheistical Epicurean Philosophy of Albions Tree
J67.14; E220| Such are the Feminine & Masculine when separated from Man
J67.15; E220| They call the Rocks Parents of Men, & adore the frowning Chaos
J67.16; E220| Dancing around in howling pain clothed in the bloody Veil.
J67.17; E220| Hiding Albions Sons within the Veil, closing Jerusalems
J67.18; E220| Sons without; to feed with their Souls the Spectres of Albion
J67.19; E220| Ashamed to give Love openly to the piteous & merciful Man
J67.20; E220| Counting him an imbecile mockery: but the Warrior
J67.21; E220| They adore: & his revenge cherish with the blood of the Innocent
J67.22; E220| They drink up Dan & Gad, to feed with milk Skofeld & Kotope
J67.23; E220| They strip off Josephs Coat & dip it in the blood of battle
J67.24; E220| Tirzah sits weeping to hear the shrieks of the dying: her Knife
J67.25; E220| Of flint is in her hand: she passes it over the howling Victim
J67.26; E220| The Daughters Weave their Work in loud cries over the Rock
J67.27; E220| Of Horeb! still eyeing Albions Cliffs eagerly siezing & twisting
J67.28; E220| The threads of Vala & Jerusalem running from mountain to mountain
J67.29; E220| Over the whole Earth: loud the Warriors rage in Beth Peor
J67.30; E220| Beneath the iron whips of their Captains & consecrated banners
J67.31; E220| Loud the Sun & Moon rage in the conflict: loud the Stars
J67.32; E220| Shout in the night of battle & their spears grow to their hands
J67.33; E220| With blood, weaving the deaths of the Mighty into a Tabernacle
J67.34; E220| For Rahab & Tirzah; till the Great Polypus of Generation coverd the Earth
J67.35; E220| In Verulam the Polypus's Head, winding around his bulk
J67.36; E220| Thro Rochester, and Chichester, & Exeter & Salisbury,
J67.37; E220| To Bristol: & his Heart beat strong on Salisbury Plain
J67.38; E220| Shooting out Fibres round the Earth, thro Gaul & Italy
J67.39; E220| And Greece, & along the Sea of Rephaim into Judea
J67.40; E220| To Sodom & Gomorrha: thence to India, China & Japan
J67.41; E220| The Twelve Daughters in Rahab & Tirzah have circumscribd the Brain
J67.42; E220| Beneath & pierced it thro the midst with a golden pin.
J67.43; E220| Blood hath staind her fair side beneath her bosom.
J67.44; E221| O thou poor Human Form! said she. O thou poor child of woe!
J67.45; E221| Why wilt thou wander away from Tirzah: why me compel to bind thee[!]
J67.46; E221| If thou dost go away from me I shall consume upon these Rocks
J67.47; E221| These fibres of thine eyes that used to beam in distant heavens
J67.48; E221| Away from me: I have bound down with a hot iron.
J67.49; E221| These nostrils that expanded with delight in morning skies
J67.50; E221| I have bent downward with lead melted in my roaring furnaces
J67.51; E221| Of affliction; of love; of sweet despair; of torment unendurable
J67.52; E221| My soul is seven furnaces, incessant roars the bellows
J67.53; E221| Upon my terribly flaming heart, the molten metal runs
J67.54; E221| In channels thro my fiery limbs: O love! O pity! O fear!
J67.55; E221| O pain! O the pangs, the bitter pangs of love forsaken
J67.56; E221| Ephraim was a wilderness of joy where all my wild beasts ran
J67.57; E221| The River Kanah wanderd by my sweet Manassehs side
J67.58; E221| To see the boy spring into heavens sounding from my sight!
J67.59; E221| Go Noah fetch the girdle of strong brass, heat it red-hot:
J67.60; E221| Press it around the loins of this ever expanding cruelty
J67.61; E221| Shriek not so my only love! I refuse thy joys: I drink
J67.62; E221| Thy shrieks because Hand & Hyle are cruel & obdurate to me
J68.1; E221| O Skofield why art thou cruel? Lo Joseph is thine! to make
J68.2; E221| You One: to weave you both in the same mantle of skin
J68.3; E221| Bind him down Sisters bind him down on Ebal. Mount of cursing:
J68.4; E221| Malah come forth from Lebanon: & Hoglah from Mount Sinai:
J68.5; E221| Come circumscribe this tongue of sweets & with a screw of iron
J68.6; E221| Fasten this ear into the rock! Milcah the task is thine
J68.7; E221| Weep not so Sisters! weep not so! our life depends on this
J68.8; E221| Or mercy & truth are fled away from Shechem & Mount Gilead
J68.9; E221| Unless my beloved is bound upon the Stems of Vegetation
J68.11; E221| Look: the beautiful Daughter of Albion sits naked upon the Stone
J68.12; E221| Her panting Victim beside her: her heart is drunk with blood
J68.13; E221| Tho her brain is not drunk with wine: she goes forth from Albion
J68.14; E221| In pride of beauty: in cruelty of holiness: in the brightness
J68.15; E221| Of her tabernacle, & her ark & secret place, the beautiful Daughter
J68.16; E221| Of Albion, delights the eyes of the Kings. their hearts & the
J68.17; E221| Hearts of their Warriors glow hot before Thor & Friga. O Molech!
J68.18; E221| O Chemosh! O Bacchus! O Venus! O Double God of Generation
J68.19; E221| The Heavens are cut like a mantle around from the Cliffs of Albion
J68.20; E221| Across Europe; across Africa; in howlings & deadly War
J68.21; E221| A sheet & veil & curtain of blood is let down from Heaven
J68.22; E221| Across the hills of Ephraim & down Mount Olivet to
J68.23; E221| The Valley of the Jebusite: Molech rejoices in heaven
J68.24; E221| He sees the Twelve Daughters naked upon the Twelve Stones
J68.25; E222| Themselves condensing to rocks & into the Ribs of a Man
J68.26; E222| Lo they shoot forth in tender Nerves across Europe & Asia
J68.27; E222| Lo they rest upon the Tribes, where their panting Victims lie
J68.28; E222| Molech rushes into the Kings in love to the beautiful Daughters
J68.29; E222| But they frown & delight in cruelty, refusing all other joy
J68.30; E222| Bring your Offerings, your first begotten: pamperd with milk & blood
J68.31; E222| Your first born of seven years old: be they Males or Females:
J68.32; E222| To the beautiful Daughters of Albion! they sport before the Kings
J68.33; E222| Clothed in the sin of the Victim! blood! human blood! is the life
J68.34; E222| And delightful food of the Warrior: the well fed Warriors flesh
J68.35; E222| Of him who is slain in War: fills the Valleys of Ephraim with
J68.36; E222| Breeding Women walking in pride & bringing forth under green trees
J68.37; E222| With pleasure, without pain, for their food is. blood of the Captive
J68.38; E222| Molech rejoices thro the Land from Havilah to Shur: he rejoices
J68.39; E222| In moral law & its severe penalties: loud Shaddai & Jehovah
J68.40; E222| Thunder above: when they see the Twelve panting Victims
J68.41; E222| On the Twelve Stones of Power, & the beautiful Daughters of Albion
J68.42; E222| If you dare rend their Veil with your Spear; you are healed of Love!
J68.43; E222| From the Hills of Camberwell & Wimbledon: from the Valleys
J68.44; E222| Of Walton & Esher: from Stone-henge & from Maldens Cove
J68.45; E222| Jerusalems Pillars fall in the rendings of fierce War
J68.46; E222| Over France & Germany: upon the Rhine & Danube
J68.47; E222| Reuben & Benjamin flee; they hide in the Valley of Rephaim
J68.48; E222| Why trembles the Warriors limbs when he beholds thy beauty
J68.49; E222| Spotted with Victims blood: by the fires of thy secret tabernacle
J68.50; E222| And thy ark & holy place: at thy frowns: at thy dire revenge
J68.51; E222| Smitten as Uzzah of old: his armour is softend; his spear
J68.52; E222| And sword faint in his hand, from Albion across Great Tartary
J68.53; E222| O beautiful Daughter of Albion: cruelty is thy delight
J68.54; E222| O Virgin of terrible eyes, who dwellest by Valleys of springs
J68.55; E222| Beneath the Mountains of Lebanon, in the City of Rehob in Hamath
J68.56; E222| Taught to touch the harp: to dance in the Circle of Warriors
J68.57; E222| Before the Kings of Canaan: to cut the flesh from the Victim
J68.58; E222| To roast the flesh in fire: to examine the Infants limbs
J68.59; E222| In cruelties of holiness: to refuse the joys of love: to bring
J68.60; E222| The Spies from Egypt, to raise jealousy in the bosoms of the Twelve
J68.61; E222| Kings of Canaan: then to let the Spies depart to Meribah Kadesh
J68.62; E222| To the place of the Amalekite; I am drunk with unsatiated love
J68.63; E222| I must rush again to War: for the Virgin has frownd & refusd
J68.64; E222| Sometimes I curse & sometimes bless thy fascinating beauty
J68.65; E222| Once Man was occupied in intellectual pleasures & energies
J68.66; E222| But now my soul is harrowd with grief & fear & love & desire
J68.67; E222| And now I hate & now I love & Intellect is no more:
J68.68; E222| There is no time for any thing but the torments of love & desire
J68.69; E222| The Feminine & Masculine Shadows soft, mild & ever varying
J68.70; E222| In beauty: are Shadows now no more, but Rocks in Horeb
J69.1; E223| Then all the Males combined into One Male & every one t314
J69.2; E223| Became a ravening eating Cancer growing in the Female
J69.3; E223| A Polypus of Roots of Reasoning Doubt Despair & Death.
J69.4; E223| Going forth & returning from Albions Rocks to Canaan:
J69.5; E223| Devouring Jerusalem from every Nation of the Earth.
J69.6; E223| Envying stood the enormous Form at variance with Itself
J69.7; E223| In all its Members: in eternal torment of love & jealousy:
J69.8; E223| Drivn forth by Los time after time from Albions cliffy shore,
J69.9; E223| Drawing the free loves of Jerusalem into infernal bondage;
J69.10; E223| That they might be born in contentions of Chastity & in
J69.11; E223| Deadly Hate between Leah & Rachel, Daughters of Deceit & Fraud
J69.12; E223| Bearing the Images of various Species of Contention
J69.13; E223| And Jealousy & Abhorrence & Revenge & deadly Murder.
J69.14; E223| Till they refuse liberty to the male; & not like Beulah
J69.15; E223| Where every Female delights to give her maiden to her husband
J69.16; E223| The Female searches sea & land for gratification to the
J69.17; E223| Male Genius: who in return clothes her in gems & gold
J69.18; E223| And feeds her with the food of Eden. hence all her beauty beams
J69.19; E223| She Creates at her will a little moony night & silence
J69.20; E223| With Spaces of sweet gardens & a tent of elegant beauty:
J69.21; E223| Closed in by a sandy desart & a night of stars shining.
J69.22; E223| And a little tender moon & hovering angels on the wing.
J69.23; E223| And the Male gives a Time & Revolution to her Space
J69.24; E223| Till the time of love is passed in ever varying delights
J69.25; E223| For All Things Exist in the Human Imagination
J69.26; E223| And thence in Beulah they are stolen by secret amorous theft,
J69.27; E223| Till they have had Punishment enough to make them commit Crimes
J69.28; E223| Hence rose the Tabernacle in the Wilderness & all its Offerings,
J69.29; E223| From Male & Female Loves in Beulah & their Jealousies
J69.30; E223| But no one can consummate Female bliss in Los's World without
J69.31; E223| Becoming a Generated Mortal, a Vegetating Death
J69.32; E223| And now the Spectres of the Dead awake in Beulah: all
J69.33; E223| The Jealousies become Murderous: uniting together in Rahab
J69.34; E223| A Religion of Chastity, forming a Commerce to sell Loves
J69.35; E223| With Moral Law, an Equal Balance, not going down with decision
J69.36; E223| Therefore the Male severe & cruel filld with stern Revenge:
J69.37; E223| Mutual Hate returns & mutual Deceit & mutual Fear.
J69.38; E223| Hence the Infernal Veil grows in the disobedient Female:
J69.39; E223| Which Jesus rends & the whole Druid Law removes away
J69.40; E223| From the Inner Sanctuary: a False Holiness hid within the Center,
J69.41; E223| For the Sanctuary of Eden. is in the Camp: in the Outline,
J69.42; E223| In the Circumference: & every Minute Particular is Holy:
J69.43; E223| Embraces are Cominglings: from the Head even to the Feet;
J69.44; E223| And not a pompous High Priest entering by a Secret Place.
J70.3; E224| His bosom wide & shoulders huge overspreading wondrous
J70.4; E224| Bear Three strong sinewy Necks & Three awful & terrible Heads
J70.5; E224| Three Brains in contradictory council brooding incessantly.
J70.6; E224| Neither daring to put in act its councils, fearing each-other,
J70.7; E224| Therefore rejecting Ideas as nothing & holding all Wisdom
J70.8; E224| To consist. in the agreements & disagree[me]nts of Ideas.
J70.9; E224| Plotting to devour Albions Body of Humanity & Love.
J70.10; E224| Such Form the aggregate of the Twelve Sons of Albion took; & such
J70.11; E224| Their appearance when combind: but often by birth-pangs & loud groans
J70.12; E224| They divide to Twelve: the key-bones & the chest dividing in pain
J70.13; E224| Disclose a hideous orifice; thence issuing the Giant-brood
J70.14; E224| Arise as the smoke of the furnace, shaking the rocks from sea to sea.
J70.15; E224| And there they combine into Three Forms, named Bacon & Newton & Locke,
J70.16; E224| In the Oak Groves of Albion which overspread all the Earth.
J70.17; E224| Imputing Sin & Righteousness to Individuals; Rahab
J70.18; E224| Sat deep within him hid: his Feminine Power unreveal'd
J70.19; E224| Brooding Abstract Philosophy. to destroy Imagination, the Divine-
J70.20; E224| -Humanity A Three-fold Wonder: feminine: most beautiful: Three-fold
J70.21; E224| Each within other. On her white marble & even Neck, her Heart
J70.22; E224| Inorb'd and bonified: with locks of shadowing modesty, shining
J70.23; E224| Over her beautiful Female features, soft flourishing in beauty
J70.24; E224| Beams mild, all love and all perfection, that when the lips
J70.25; E224| Recieve a kiss from Gods or Men, a threefold kiss returns
J70.26; E224| From the pressd loveliness: so her whole immortal form three-fold
J70.27; E224| Three-fold embrace returns: consuming lives of Gods & Men
J70.28; E224| In fires of beauty melting them as gold & silver in the furnace
J70.29; E224| Her Brain enlabyrinths the whole heaven of her bosom & loins
J70.30; E224| To put in act what her Heart wills; O who can withstand her power
J70.31; E224| Her name is Vala in Eternity: in Time her name is Rahab
J71.1; E224| And above Albions Land was seen the Heavenly Canaan
J71.2; E224| As the Substance is to the Shadow: and above Albions Twelve Sons
J71.3; E224| Were seen Jerusalems Sons: and all the Twelve Tribes spreading
J71.4; E224| Over Albion. As the Soul is to the Body, so Jerusalems Sons,
J71.5; E224| Are to the Sons of Albion: and Jerusalem is Albions Emanation
J71.6; E225| What is Above is Within, for every-thing in Eternity is translucent:
J71.7; E225| The Circumference is Within: Without, is formed the Selfish Center
J71.8; E225| And the Circumference still expands going forward to Eternity.
J71.9; E225| And the Center has Eternal States! these States we now explore.
J71.10; E225| And these the Names of Albions Twelve Sons, & of his Twelve Daughters
J71.11; E225| With their Districts. Hand dwelt in Selsey & had Sussex & Surrey
J71.12; E225| And Kent & Middlesex: all their Rivers & their Hills, of flocks & herds:
J71.13; E225| Their Villages Towns Cities Sea-Ports Temples sublime Cathedrals;
J71.14; E225| All were his Friends & their Sons & Daughters intermarry in Beulah
J71.15; E225| For all are Men in Eternity. Rivers Mountains Cities Villages,
J71.16; E225| All are Human & when you enter into their Bosoms you walk
J71.17; E225| In Heavens & Earths; as in your own Bosom you bear your Heaven
J71.18; E225| And Earth, & all you behold, tho it appears Without it is Within
J71.19; E225| In your Imagination of which this World of Mortality is but a Shadow.
J71.20; E225| Hyle dwelt in Winchester comprehending Hants Dorset Devon Cornwall.
J71.21; E225| Their Villages Cities SeaPorts, their Corn fields & Gardens spacious
J71.22; E225| Palaces, Rivers & Mountains, and between Hand & Hyle arose
J71.23; E225| Gwendolen & Cambel who is Boadicea: they go abroad & return
J71.24; E225| Like lovely beams of light from the mingled affections of the Brothers
J71.25; E225| The Inhabitants of the whole Earth rejoice in their beautiful light.
J71.26; E225| Coban dwelt in Bath. Somerset Wiltshire Gloucestershire,
J71.27; E225| Obeyd his awful voice Ignoge is his lovely Emanation;
J71.28; E225| She adjoind with Gwantokes Children, soon lovely Cordella arose.
J71.29; E225| Gwantoke forgave & joyd over South Wales & all its Mountains.
J71.38; E225| Skofeld had Ely Rutland Cambridge Huntingdon Norfolk
J71.39; E225| Suffolk Hartford & Essex: & his Emanation is Gwinevera
J71.40; E225| Beautiful, she beams towards the east, all kinds of precious stones
J71.41; E225| And pearl, with instruments Of music in holy Jerusalem
J71.46; E226| Bowen had all Scotland, the Isles, Northumberland & Cumberland
J71.47; E226| His Emanation is Conwenna, she shines a triple form
J71.48; E226| Over the north with pearly beams gorgeous & terrible
J71.49; E226| Jerusalem & Vala rejoice in Bowen & Conwenna.
J71.50; E226| But the Four Sons of Jerusalem that never were Generated
J71.51; E226| Are Rintrah and Palamabron and Theotormon and Bromion. They
J71.52; E226| Dwell over the Four Provinces of Ireland in heavenly light
J71.53; E226| The Four Universities of Scotland, & in Oxford & Cambridge & Winchester
J71.56; E226| And Los shouted with ceaseless shoutings & his tears poured down
J71.57; E226| His immortal cheeks, rearing his hands to heaven for aid Divine!
J71.58; E226| But he spoke not to Albion: fearing lest Albion should turn his Back
J71.59; E226| Against the Divine Vision: & fall over the Precipice of Eternal Death.
J71.60; E226| But he receded before Albion & before Vala weaving the Veil
J71.61; E226| With the iron shuttle of War among the rooted Oaks of Albion;
J71.62; E226| Weeping & shouting to the Lord day & night; and his Children
J71.63; E226| Wept round him as a flock silent Seven Days of Eternity
J72.1; E226| And the Thirty-two Counties of the Four Provinces of Ireland
J72.2; E226| Are thus divided: The Four Counties are in the Four Camps
J72.3; E226| Munster South in Reubens Gate, Connaut West in Josephs Gate
J72.4; E226| Ulster North in Dans Gate, Leinster East in Judahs Gate
J72.5; E226| For Albion in Eternity has Sixteen Gates among his Pillars
J72.6; E226| But the Four towards the West were Walled up & the Twelve
J72.7; E226| That front the Four other Points were turned Four Square
J72.8; E226| By Los for Jerusalems sake & called the Gates of Jerusalem
J72.9; E226| Because Twelve Sons of Jerusalem fled successive thro the Gates
J72.10; E226| But the Four Sons of Jerusalem who fled not but remaind
J72.11; E226| Are Rintrah & Palamabron & Theotormon & Bromion
J72.12; E226| The Four that remain with Los to guard the Western Wall
J72.13; E226| And these Four remain to guard the Four Walls of Jerusalem
J72.14; E226| Whose foundations remain in the Thirty-two Counties of Ireland
J72.15; E226| And in Twelve Counties of Wales, & in the Forty Counties
J72.16; E226| Of England & in the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland
J72.17; E226| And the names of the Thirty-two Counties of Ireland are these
J72.18; E226| Under Judah & Issachar & Zebulun are Lowth Longford
J72.19; E226| Eastmeath Westmeath Dublin Kildare Kings County
J72.20; E226| Queens County Wicklow Catherloh Wexford Kilkenny
J72.21; E227| And those under Reuben & Simeon & Levi are these
J72.22; E227| Waterford Tipperary Cork Limerick Kerry Clare
J72.23; E227| And those under Ephraim Manasseh & Benjamin are these
J72.24; E227| Galway Roscommon Mayo Sligo Leitrim
J72.25; E227| And those under Dan Asher & Napthali are these
J72.26; E227| Donnegal Antrim Tyrone Fermanagh Armagh Londonderry
J72.27; E227| Down Managhan Cavan. These are the Land of Erin
J72.28; E227| All these Center in London & in Golgonooza. from whence
J72.29; E227| They are Created continually East & West & North & South
J72.30; E227| And from them are Created all the Nations of the Earth
J72.31; E227| Europe & Asia & Africa & America, in fury Fourfold!
J72ill; E227| [<image>Continually Building. Continually Decaying because of
J72ill; E227| Love & Jealousy</image]
J72.32; E227| And Thirty-two the Nations: to dwell in Jerusalems Gates
J72.33; E227| O Come ye Nations Come ye People Come up to Jerusalem
J72.34; E227| Return Jerusalem & dwell together as of old! Return
J72.35; E227| Return! O Albion let Jerusalem overspread all Nations
J72.36; E227| As in the times of old! O Albion awake! Reuben wanders
J72.37; E227| The Nations wait for Jerusalem. they look up for the Bride
J72.38; E227| France Spain Italy Germany Poland Russia Sweden Turkey
J72.39; E227| Arabia Palestine Persia Hindostan China Tartary Siberia
J72.40; E227| Egypt Lybia Ethiopia Guinea Caffraria Negroland Morocco
J72.41; E227| Congo Zaara Canada Greenland Carolina Mexico
J72.42; E227| Peru Patagonia Amazonia Brazil. Thirty-two Nations
J72.43; E227| And under these Thirty-two Classes of Islands in the Ocean
J72.44; E227| All the Nations Peoples & Tongues throughout all the Earth
J72.45; E227| And the Four Gates of Los surround the Universe Within and
J72.46; E227| Without; & whatever is visible in the Vegetable Earth, the same
J72.47; E227| Is visible in the Mundane Shell; reversd in mountain & vale
J72.48; E227| And a Son of Eden was set over each Daughter of Beulah to guard
J72.49; E227| In Albions Tomb the wondrous Creation: & the Four-fold Gate
J72.50; E227| Towards Beulah is to the South[.] Fenelon, Guion, Teresa,
J72.51; E227| Whitefield & Hervey, guard that Gate; with all the gentle Souls
J72.52; E227| Who guide the great Wine-press of Love; Four precious stones that Gate:
J73.2; E228| And Los's Furnaces howl loud; living: self-moving: lamenting
J73.3; E228| With fury & despair, & they stretch from South to North
J73.4; E228| Thro all the Four Points: Lo! the Labourers at the Furnaces
J73.5; E228| Rintrah & Palamabron, Theotormon & Bromion, loud labring
J73.6; E228| With the innumerable multitudes of Golgonooza, round the Anvils
J73.7; E228| Of Death. But how they came forth from the Furnaces & how long
J73.8; E228| Vast & severe the anguish eer they knew their Father; were
J73.9; E228| Long to tell & of the iron rollers, golden axle-trees & yokes
J73.10; E228| Of brass, iron chains & braces & the gold, silver & brass
J73.11; E228| Mingled or separate: for swords; arrows; cannons; mortars
J73.12; E228| The terrible ball: the wedge: the loud sounding hammer of destruction
J73.13; E228| The sounding flail to thresh: the winnow: to winnow kingdoms
J73.14; E228| The water wheel & mill of many innumerable wheels resistless
J73.15; E228| Over the Four fold Monarchy from Earth to the Mundane Shell.
J73.16; E228| Perusing Albions Tomb in the starry characters of Og & Anak:
J73.17; E228| To Create the lion & wolf the bear: the tyger & ounce:
J73.18; E228| To Create the wooly lamb & downy fowl & scaly serpent
J73.19; E228| The summer & winter: day & night: the sun & moon & stars
J73.20; E228| The tree: the plant: the flower: the rock: the stone: the metal:
J73.21; E228| Of Vegetative Nature: by their hard restricting condensations.
J73.22; E228| Where Luvahs World of Opakeness grew to a period: It
J73.23; E228| Became a Limit, a Rocky hardness without form & void
J73.24; E228| Accumulating without end: here Los. who is of the Elohim
J73.25; E228| Opens the Furnaces of affliction in the Emanation
J73.26; E228| Fixing The Sexual into an ever-prolific Generation
J73.27; E228| Naming the Limit of Opakeness Satan & the Limit of Contraction
J73.28; E228| Adam, who is Peleg & Joktan: & Esau & Jacob: & Saul & David
J73.29; E228| Voltaire insinuates that these Limits are the cruel work of God
J73.30; E228| Mocking the Remover of Limits & the Resurrection of the Dead
J73.31; E228| Setting up Kings in wrath: in holiness of Natural Religion
J73.32; E228| Which Los with his mighty Hammer demolishes time on time
J73.33; E228| In miracles & wonders in the Four-fold Desart of Albion
J73.34; E228| Permanently Creating to be in Time Reveald & Demolishd
J73.35; E228| Satan Cain Tubal Nimrod Pharoh Priam Bladud Belin
J73.36; E228| Arthur Alfred the Norman Conqueror Richard John
J73.37; E228| [Edward Henry Elizabeth James Charles William George] t316
J73.38; E228| And all the Kings & Nobles of the Earth & all their Glories
J73.39; E228| These are Created by Rahab & Tirzah in Ulro: but around
J73.40; E229| These, to preserve them from Eternal Death Los Creates
J73.41; E229| Adam Noah Abraham Moses Samuel David Ezekiel
J73.42; E229| [Pythagoras Socrates Euripedes Virgil Dante Milton] t317
J73.43; E229| Dissipating the rocky forms of Death, by his thunderous Hammer
J73.44; E229| As the Pilgrim passes while the Country permanent remains
J73.45; E229| So Men pass on: but States remain permanent for ever
J73.46; E229| The Spectres of the Dead howl round the porches of Los
J73.47; E229| In the terrible Family feuds of Albions cities & villages
J73.48; E229| To devour the Body of Albion, hungring & thirsting & ravning
J73.49; E229| The Sons of Los clothe them & feed, & provide houses & gardens
J73.50; E229| And every Human Vegetated Form in its inward recesses
J73.51; E229| Is a house of ple[as]antness & a garden of delight Built by the
J73.52; E229| Sons & Daughters of Los in Bowlahoola & in Cathedron
J74.1; E229| The Four Zoa's clouded rage; Urizen stood by Albion
J74.2; E229| With Rintrah and Palamabron and Theotormon and Bromion
J74.3; E229| These Four are Verulam & London & York & Edinburgh
J74.4; E229| And the Four Zoa's are Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona
J74.5; E229| In opposition deadly, and their Wheels in poisonous
J74.6; E229| And deadly stupor turn'd against each other loud & fierce
J74.7; E229| Entering into the Reasoning Power, forsaking Imagination
J74.8; E229| They became Spectres; & their Human Bodies were reposed
J74.9; E229| In Beulah, by the Daughters of Beulah with tears & lamentations
J74.10; E229| The Spectre is the Reasoning Power in Man; & when separated
J74.11; E229| From Imagination, and closing itself as in steel, in a Ratio
J74.12; E229| Of the Things of Memory. It thence frames Laws & Moralities
J74.13; E229| To destroy Imagination! the Divine Body, by Martyrdoms & Wars
J74.14; E229| Teach me O Holy Spirit the Testimony of Jesus! let me
J74.15; E229| Comprehend wonderous things out of the Divine Law
J74.16; E229| I behold Babylon in the opening Street of London, I behold
J74.17; E229| Jerusalem in ruins wandering about from house to house
J74.18; E229| This I behold the shudderings of death attend my steps
J74.19; E229| I walk up and down in Six Thousand Years: their Events are present before me
J74.20; E229| To tell how Los in grief & anger, whirling round his Hammer on high
J74.21; E229| Drave the Sons & Daughters of Albion from their ancient mountains
J74.22; E229| They became the Twelve Gods of Asia Opposing the Divine Vision
J74.23; E229| The Sons of Albion are Twelve: the Sons of Jerusalem Sixteen
J74.24; E229| I tell how Albions Sons by Harmonies of Concords & Discords
J74.25; E229| Opposed to Melody, and by Lights & Shades, opposed to Outline
J74.26; E229| And by Abstraction opposed to the Visions of Imagination
J74.27; E230| By cruel Laws divided Sixteen into Twelve Divisions
J74.28; E230| How Hyle roofd Los in Albions Cliffs by the Affections rent
J74.29; E230| Asunder & opposed to Thought, to draw Jerusalems Sons
J74.30; E230| Into the Vortex of his Wheels. therefore Hyle is called Gog
J74.31; E230| Age after age drawing them away towards Babylon
J74.32; E230| Babylon, the Rational Morality deluding to death the little ones
J74.33; E230| In strong temptations of stolen beauty; I tell how Reuben slept
J74.34; E230| On London Stone & the Daughters of Albion ran around admiring
J74.35; E230| His awful beauty: with Moral Virtue the fair deciever; offspring
J74.36; E230| Of Good & Evil, they divided him in love upon the Thames & sent
J74.37; E230| Him over Europe in streams of gore out of Cathedrons Looms
J74.38; E230| How Los drave them from Albion & they became Daughters of Canaan
J74.39; E230| Hence Albion was calld the Canaanite & all his Giant Sons.
J74.40; E230| Hence is my Theme. O Lord my Saviour open thou the Gates
J74.41; E230| And I will lead forth thy Words, telling how the Daughters
J74.42; E230| Cut the Fibres of Reuben, how he rolld apart & took Root
J74.43; E230| In Bashan, terror-struck Albions Sons look toward Bashan
J74.44; E230| They have divided Simeon he also rolld apart in blood
J74.45; E230| Over the Nations till he took Root beneath the shining Looms
J74.46; E230| Of Albions Daughters in Philistea by the side of Amalek
J74.47; E230| They have divided Levi: he hath shot out into Forty eight Roots
J74.48; E230| Over the Land of Canaan: they have divided Judah
J74.49; E230| He hath took Root in Hebron, in the Land of Hand & Hyle
J74.50; E230| Dan: Napthali: Gad: Asher: Issachar: Zebulun: roll apart
J74.51; E230| From all the Nations of the Earth to dissipate into Non Entity
J74.52; E230| I see a Feminine Form arise from the Four terrible Zoas
J74.53; E230| Beautiful but terrible struggling to take a form of beauty
J74.54; E230| Rooted in Shechem: this is Dinah, the youthful form of Erin
J74.55; E230| The Wound I see in South Molton S[t]reet & Stratford place
J74.56; E230| Whence Joseph & Benjamin rolld apart away from the Nations
J74.57; E230| In vain they rolld apart; they are fixd into the Land of Cabul
J75.1; E230| And Rahab Babylon the Great hath destroyed Jerusalem
J75.2; E230| Bath stood upon the Severn with Merlin & Bladud & Arthur
J75.3; E230| The Cup of Rahab in his hand: her Poisons Twenty-seven-fold
J75.4; E230| And all her Twenty-seven Heavens now hid & now reveal'd
J75.5; E230| Appear in strong delusive light of Time & Space drawn out
J75.6; E230| In shadowy pomp by the Eternal Prophet created evermore
J75.7; E230| For Los in Six Thousand Years walks up & down continually
J75.8; E230| That not one Moment of Time be lost & every revolution
J75.9; E230| Of Space he makes permanent in Bowlahoola & Cathedron.
J75.12; E231| Methuselah, Lamech; these are the Giants mighty, Hermaphroditic
J75.13; E231| Noah, Shem, Arphaxad, Cainan the Second, Salah, Heber,
J75.14; E231| Peleg, Reu, Serug, Nahor, Terah: these are the Female Males:
J75.15; E231| A Male within a Female hid as in an Ark & Curtains.
J75.16; E231| Abraham, Moses, Solomon, Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine,
J75.17; E231| Luther. these Seven are the Male Females: the Dragon Forms
J75.18; E231| The Female hid within a Male: thus Rahab is reveald
J75.19; E231| Mystery Babylon the Great: the Abomination of Desolation
J75.20; E231| Religion hid in War: a Dragon red, & hidden Harlot
J75.21; E231| But Jesus breaking thro' the Central Zones of Death & Hell
J75.22; E231| Opens Eternity in Time & Space; triumphant in Mercy
J75.23; E231| Thus are the Heavens formd by Los within the Mundane Shell
J75.24; E231| And where Luther ends Adam begins again in Eternal Circle
J75.25; E231| To awake the Prisoners of Death; to bring Albion again
J75.26; E231| With Luvah into light eternal, in his eternal day.
J75.27; E231| But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion
J77; E231| To the Christians.
J77; E231| Devils are I give you the end of a golden string, t319
J77; E231| False Religions Only wind it into a ball:
J77; E231| "Saul Saul" It will lead you in at Heavens gate,
J77; E231| "Why persecutest thou me." Built in Jerusalems wall.
J77prose; E231| We are told to abstain from fleshly desires that we may lose no
J77prose; E231| time from the Work of the Lord. Every moment lost, is a moment
J77prose; E231| that cannot be redeemed every pleasure that intermingles with the
J77prose; E231| duty of our station is a folly unredeemable & is planted like the
J77prose; E231| seed of a wild flower among our wheat. All the tortures of
J77prose; E231| repentance. are tortures of self-reproach on account of our
J77prose; E231| leaving the Divine Harvest to the Enemy, the struggles of
J77prose; E231| intanglement with incoherent roots. I know of no other
J77prose; E231| Christianity and of no other Gospel than the liberty both of body
J77prose; E231| & mind to exercise the Divine Arts of Imagination.
J77prose; E231| Imagination the real & eternal World of which this Vegetable
J77prose; E231| Universe is but a faint shadow & in which we shall live in our
J77prose; E231| Eternal or Imaginative Bodies, when these Vegetable Mortal Bodies
J77prose; E231| are no more. The Apostles knew of no other Gospel. What were
J77prose; E231| all their spiritual gifts? What is the Divine Spirit? is the Holy
J77prose; E231| Ghost an other than an Intellectual Fountain? What is the
J77prose; E231| Harvest of the Gospel & its Labours? What is that Talent which it
J77prose; E231| is a curse to hide? What are the Treasures of Heaven which we are
J77prose; E231| to lay up for ourselves, are they any other than Mental Studies &
J77prose; E231| Performances? What are all the Gifts. of the Gospel, are they not
J77prose; E231| all Mental Gifts? Is God a Spirit who must be worshipped in
J77prose; E231| Spirit & in Truth and are not the Gifts of the Spirit Every-thing
J77prose; E231| to Man? O ye Religious discountenance every one among
J77prose; E232| you who shall pretend to despise Art & Science! I call upon you
J77prose; E232| in the Name of Jesus! What is the Life of Man but Art & Science?
J77prose; E232| is it Meat & Drink? is not the Body more than Raiment? What is
J77prose; E232| Mortality but the things relating to the Body, which Dies? What
J77prose; E232| is Immortality but the things relating to the Spirit, which Lives
J77prose; E232| Eternally! What is the joy of Heaven but Improvement in the
J77prose; E232| things of the Spirit? What are the Pains of Hell but Ignorance,
J77prose; E232| Bodily Lust, Idleness & devastation of the things of the Spirit[?]
J77prose; E232| Answer this to yourselves, & expel from among you those who
J77prose; E232| pretend to despise the labours of Art & Science, which alone are
J77prose; E232| the labours of the Gospel: Is not this plain & manifest to the
J77prose; E232| thought? Can you think at all & not pronounce heartily! That to
J77prose; E232| Labour in Knowledge. is to Build up Jerusalem: and to Despise
J77prose; E232| Knowledge, is to Despise Jerusalem & her Builders.
J77prose; E232| And remember: He who despises & mocks a Mental Gift in another;
J77prose; E232| calling it pride & selfishness & sin; mocks Jesus the giver of
J77prose; E232| every Mental Gift, which always appear to the ignorance-loving
J77prose; E232| Hypocrite, as Sins. but that which is a Sin in the sight of cruel
J77prose; E232| Man, is not so in the sight of our kind God.
J77prose; E232| Let every Christian as much as in him lies engage himself
J77prose; E232| openly & publicly before all the World in some Mental pursuit for
J77prose; E232| the Building up of Jerusalem
J77.1; E232| I stood among my valleys of the south
J77.2; E232| And saw a flame of fire, even as a Wheel
J77.3; E232| Of fire surrounding all the heavens: it went
J77.4; E232| From west to cast against the current of
J77.5; E232| Creation and devourd all things in its loud
J77.6; E232| Fury & thundering course round heaven & earth
J77.7; E232| By it the Sun was rolld into an orb:
J77.8; E232| By it the Moon faded into a globe,
J77.9; E232| Travelling thro the night: for from its dire
J77.10; E232| And restless fury, Man himself shrunk up
J77.11; E232| Into a little root a fathom long.
J77.12; E232| And I asked a Watcher & a Holy-One
J77.13; E232| Its Name? he answerd. It is the Wheel of Religion
J77.14; E232| I wept & said. Is this the law of Jesus
J77.15; E232| This terrible devouring sword turning every way
J77.16; E232| He answerd; Jesus died because he strove
J77.17; E232| Against the current of this Wheel: its Name
J77.18; E232| Is Caiaphas, the dark Preacher of Death
J77.19; E232| Of sin, of sorrow, & of punishment;
J77.20; E232| Opposing Nature! It is Natural Religion
J77.21; E232| But Jesus is the bright Preacher of Life
J77.22; E232| Creating Nature from this fiery Law,
J77.22; E232| By self-denial & forgiveness of Sin.
J77.23; E233| Go therefore, cast out devils in Christs name
J77.24; E233| Heal thou the sick of spiritual disease
J77.25; E233| Pity the evil, for thou art not sent
J77.26; E233| To smite with terror & with punishments
J77.27; E233| Those that are sick, like the Pharisees
J77.28; E233| Crucifying &,encompassing sea & land
J77.29; E233| For proselytes to tyranny & wrath,
J77.30; E233| But to the Publicans & Harlots go!
J77.31; E233| Teach them True Happiness, but let no curse
J77.32; E233| Go forth out of thy mouth to blight their peace
J77.33; E233| For Hell is opend to heaven; thine eyes beheld
J77.34; E233| The dungeons burst & the Prisoners set free.
J78; E233| Jerusalem. C 4
J78.1; E233| The Spectres of Albions Twelve Sons revolve mightily
J78.2; E233| Over the Tomb & over the Body: ravning to devour
J78.3; E233| The Sleeping Humanity. Los with his mace of iron
J78.4; E233| Walks round: loud his threats, loud his blows fall
J78.5; E233| On the rocky Spectres, as the Potter breaks the potsherds;
J78.6; E233| Dashing in pieces Self-righteousnesses: driving them from Albions
J78.7; E233| Cliffs: dividing them into Male & Female forms in his Furnaces
J78.8; E233| And on his Anvils: lest they destroy the Feminine Affections
J78.9; E233| They are broken. Loud howl the Spectres in his iron Furnace
J78.10; E233| While Los laments at his dire labours, viewing Jerusalem,
J78.11; E233| Sitting before his Furnaces clothed in sackcloth of hair;
J78.12; E233| Albions Twelve Sons surround the Forty-two Gates of Erin,
J78.13; E234| In terrible armour, raging against the Lamb & against Jerusalem,
J78.14; E234| Surrounding them with armies to destroy the Lamb of God.
J78.15; E234| They took their Mother Vala, and they crown'd her with gold:
J78.16; E234| They namd her Rahab, & gave her power over the Earth
J78.17; E234| The Concave Earth round Golgonooza in Entuthon Benython,
J78.18; E234| Even to the stars exalting her Throne, to build beyond the Throne
J78.19; E234| Of God and the Lamb, to destroy the Lamb & usurp the Throne of God
J78.20; E234| Drawing their Ulro Voidness round the Four-fold Humanity
J78.23; E234| Her Twelve Gates thrown down: her children carried into captivity
J78.24; E234| Herself in chains: this from within was seen in a dismal night
J78.25; E234| Outside, unknown before in Beulah, & the twelve gates were fill'd
J78.26; E234| With blood; from Japan eastward to the Giants causway, west
J78.27; E234| In Erins Continent: and Jerusalem wept upon Euphrates banks
J78.28; E234| Disorganizd; an evanescent shade, scarce seen or heard among
J78.29; E234| Her childrens Druid Temples dropping with blood wanderd weeping!
J78.30; E234| And thus her voice went forth in the darkness of Philisthea.
J78.31; E234| My brother & my father are no more! God hath forsaken me
J78.32; E234| The arrows of the Almighty pour upon me & my children
J78.33; E234| I have sinned and am an outcast from the Divine Presence!
J79.1; E234| My tents are fall'n! My pillars are in ruins! my children dashd
J79.2; E234| Upon Egypts iron floors, & the marble pavements of Assyria;
J79.3; E234| I melt my soul in reasonings among the towers of Heshbon;
J79.4; E234| Mount Zion is become a cruel rock & no more dew
J79.5; E234| Nor rain: no more the spring of the rock appears: but cold
J79.6; E234| Hard & obdurate are the furrows of the mountain of wine & oil:
J79.7; E234| The mountain of blessing is itself a curse & an astonishment:
J79.8; E234| The hills of Judea are fallen with me into the deepest hell
J79.9; E234| Away from the Nations of the Earth, & from the Cities of the Nations;
J79.10; E234| I walk to Ephraim. I seek for Shiloh: I walk like a lost sheep
J79.11; E234| Among precipices of despair: in Goshen I seek for light
J79.12; E234| In vain: and in Gilead for a physician and a comforter.
J79.13; E234| Goshen hath followd Philistea: Gilead hath joind with Og!
J79.14; E234| They are become narrow places in a little and dark land:
J79.15; E234| How distant far from Albion! his hills & his valleys no more
J79.16; E234| Recieve the feet of Jerusalem: they have cast me quite away:
J79.17; E234| And Albion is himself shrunk to a narrow rock in the midst of the sea!
J79.18; E234| The plains of Sussex & Surrey, their hills of flocks & herds
J79.19; E234| No more seek to Jerusalem nor to the sound of my Holy-ones.
J79.20; E234| The Fifty-two Counties of England are hardend against me
J79.21; E234| As if I was not their Mother, they despise me & cast me out
J79.22; E234| London coverd the whole Earth. England encompassd the Nations:
J79.23; E235| And all the Nations of the Earth were seen in the Cities of Albion:
J79.24; E235| My pillars reachd from sea to sea: London beheld me come
J79.25; E235| From my east & from my west; he blessed me and gave
J79.26; E235| His children to my breasts, his sons & daughters to my knees
J79.27; E235| His aged parents sought me out in every city & village:
J79.28; E235| They discernd my countenance with joy! they shewd me to their sons
J79.29; E235| Saying Lo Jerusalem is here! she sitteth in our secret chambers
J79.30; E235| Levi and Judah & Issachar: Ephra[i]m, Manesseh, Gad and Dan
J79.31; E235| Are seen in our hills & valleys: they keep our flocks & herds:
J79.32; E235| They watch them in the night: and the Lamb of God appears among us.
J79.33; E235| The river Severn stayd his course at my command:
J79.34; E235| Thames poured his waters into my basons and baths:
J79.35; E235| Medway mingled with Kishon: Thames recievd the heavenly Jordan
J79.36; E235| Albion gave me to the whole Earth to walk up & down; to pour
J79.37; E235| Joy upon every mountain; to teach songs to the shepherd & plowman
J79.38; E235| I taught the ships of the sea to sing the songs of Zion.
J79.39; E235| Italy saw me, in sublime astonishment: France was wholly mine:
J79.40; E235| As my garden & as my secret bath; Spain was my heavenly couch:
J79.41; E235| I slept in his golden hills: the Lamb of God met me there.
J79.42; E235| There we walked as in our secret chamber among our little ones
J79.43; E235| They looked upon our loves with joy: they beheld our secret joys:
J79.44; E235| With holy raptures of adoration rapd sublime in the Visions of God:
J79.45; E235| Germany; Poland & the North wooed my footsteps they found
J79.46; E235| My gates in all their mountains & my curtains in all their vales
J79.47; E235| The furniture of their houses was the furniture of my chamber
J79.48; E235| Turkey & Grecia saw my instr[u]ments of music, they arose
J79.49; E235| They siezd the harp: the flute: the mellow horn of Jerusalems joy
J79.50; E235| They sounded thanksgivings in my courts: Egypt & Lybia heard
J79.51; E235| The swarthy sons of Ethiopia stood round the Lamb of God
J79.52; E235| Enquiring for Jerusalem: he led them up my steps to my altar:
J79.53; E235| And thou America! I once beheld thee but now behold no more
J79.54; E235| Thy golden mountains where my Cherubim & Seraphim rejoicd
J79.55; E235| Together among my little-ones. But now, my Altars run with blood!
J79.56; E235| My fires are corrupt! my incense is a cloudy pestilence
J79.57; E235| Of seven diseases! Once a continual cloud of salvation. rose
J79.58; E235| From all my myriads; once the Four-fold World rejoicd among
J79.59; E235| The pillars of Jerusalem, between my winged Cherubim:
J79.60; E235| But now I am closd out from them in the narrow passages
J79.61; E235| Of the valleys of destruction, into a dark land of pitch & bitumen.
J79.62; E235| From Albions Tomb afar and from the four-fold wonders of God
J79.63; E235| Shrunk to a narrow doleful form in the dark land of Cabul;
J79.64; E235| There is Reuben & Gad & Joseph & Judah & Levi, closd up
J79.65; E235| In narrow vales: I walk & count the bones of my beloveds
J79.66; E235| Along the Valley of Destruction, among these Druid Temples
J79.67; E235| Which overspread all the Earth in patriarchal pomp & cruel pride
J79.68; E236| Tell me O Vala thy purposes; tell me wherefore thy shuttles
J79.69; E236| Drop with the gore of the slain; why Euphrates is red with blood
J79.70; E236| Wherefore in dreadful majesty & beauty outside appears
J79.71; E236| Thy Masculine from thy Feminine hardening against the heavens
J79.72; E236| To devour the Human! Why dost thou weep upon the wind among
J79.73; E236| These cruel Druid Temples: O Vala! Humanity is far above
J79.74; E236| Sexual organization; & the Visions of the Night of Beulah
J79.75; E236| Where Sexes wander in dreams of bliss among the Emanations
J79.76; E236| Where the Masculine & Feminine are nurs'd into Youth & Maiden
J79.77; E236| By the tears & smiles of Beulahs Daughters till the time of Sleep is past.
J79.78; E236| Wherefore then do you realize these nets of beauty & delusion
J79.79; E236| In open day to draw the souls of the Dead into the light.
J79.80; E236| Till Albion is shut out from every Nation under Heaven.
J80.1; E236| Encompassd by the frozen Net and by the rooted Tree
J80.2; E236| I walk weeping in pangs of a Mothers torment for her Children:
J80.3; E236| I walk in affliction: I am a worm, and no living soul!
J80.4; E236| A worm going to eternal torment! raisd up in a night
J80.5; E236| To an eternal night of pain, lost! lost! lost! for ever!
J80.6; E236| Beside her Vala howld upon the winds in pride of beauty
J80.7; E236| Lamenting among the timbrels of the Warriors: among the Captives
J80.8; E236| In cruel holiness, and her lamenting songs were from Arnon
J80.9; E236| And Jordan to Euphrates. Jerusalem followd trembling
J80.10; E236| Her children in captivity. listening to Valas lamentation
J80.11; E236| In the thick cloud & darkness. & the voice went forth from
J80.12; E236| The cloud. O rent in sunder from Jerusalem the Harlot daughter!
J80.13; E236| In an eternal condemnation in fierce burning flames
J80.14; E236| Of torment unendurable: and if once a Delusion be found
J80.15; E236| Woman must perish & the Heavens of Heavens remain no more
J80.16; E236| My Father gave to me command to murder Albion
J80.17; E236| In unreviving Death; my Love, my Luvah orderd me in night
J80.18; E236| To murder Albion the King of Men. he fought in battles fierce
J80.19; E236| He conquerd Luvah my beloved: he took me and my Father
J80.20; E236| He slew them: I revived them to life in my warm bosom
J80.21; E236| He saw them issue from my bosom, dark in Jealousy
J80.22; E236| He burnd before me: Luvah framd the Knife & Luvah gave
J80.23; E236| The Knife into his daughters hand! such thing was never known
J80.24; E236| Before in Albions land, that one should die a death never to be reviv'd!
J80.25; E236| For in our battles we the Slain men view with pity and love:
J80.26; E236| We soon revive them in the secret of our tabernacles
J80.27; E236| But I Vala, Luvahs daughter, keep his body embalmd in moral laws
J80.28; E236| With spices of sweet odours of lovely jealous stupefaction:
J80.29; E236| Within my bosom, lest he arise to life & slay my Luvah
J80.30; E236| Pity me then O Lamb of God! O Jesus pity me!
J80.31; E236| Come into Luvahs Tents, and seek not to revive the Dead!
J80.32; E237| So sang she: and the Spindle turnd furious as she sang:
J80.33; E237| The Children of Jerusalem the Souls of those who sleep
J80.34; E237| Were caught into the flax of her Distaff, & in her Cloud
J80.35; E237| To weave Jerusalem a body according to her will
J80.36; E237| A Dragon form on Zion Hills most ancient promontory
J80.37; E237| The Spindle turnd in blood & fire: loud sound the trumpets
J80.38; E237| Of war: the cymbals play loud before the Captains
J80.39; E237| With Cambel & Gwendolen in dance and solemn song
J80.40; E237| The Cloud of Rahab vibrating with the Daughters of Albion
J80.41; E237| Los saw terrified, melted with pity & divided in wrath
J80.42; E237| He sent them over the narrow seas in pity and love
J80.43; E237| Among the Four Forests of Albion which overspread all the Earth
J80.44; E237| They go forth & return swift as a flash of lightning.
J80.45; E237| Among the tribes of warriors: among the Stones of power!
J80.46; E237| Against Jerusalem they rage thro all the Nations of Europe
J80.47; E237| Thro Italy & Grecia, to Lebanon & Persia & India.
J80.48; E237| The Serpent Temples thro the Earth, from the wide Plain of Salisbury
J80.49; E237| Resound with cries of Victims, shouts & songs & dying groans
J80.50; E237| And flames of dusky fire, to Amalek, Canaan and Moab[.]
J80.51; E237| And Rahab like a dismal and indefinite hovering Cloud
J80.52; E237| Refusd to take a definite form. she hoverd over all the Earth
J80.53; E237| Calling the definite, sin: defacing every definite form;
J80.54; E237| Invisible, or Visible, stretch'd out in length or spread in breadth:
J80.55; E237| Over the Temples drinking groans of victims weeping in pity,
J80.56; E237| And joying in the pity, howling over Jerusalems walls.
J80.57; E237| Hand slept on Skiddaws top: drawn by the love of beautiful
J80.58; E237| Cambel: his bright beaming Counterpart, divided from him
J80.59; E237| And her delusive light beamd fierce above the Mountain,
J80.60; E237| Soft: invisible: drinking his sighs in sweet intoxication:
J80.61; E237| Drawing out fibre by fibre: returning to Albions Tree
J80.62; E237| At night: and in the morning to Skiddaw; she sent him over
J80.63; E237| Mountainous Wales into the Loom of Cathedron fibre by fibre:
J80.64; E237| He ran in tender nerves across Europe to Jerusalems Shade,
J80.65; E237| To weave Jerusalem a Body repugnant to the Lamb.
J80.66; E237| Hyle on East Moor in rocky Derbyshire, rav'd to the Moon
J80.67; E237| For Gwendolen: she took up in bitter tears his anguishd heart,
J80.68; E237| That apparent to all in Eternity, glows like the Sun in the breast:
J80.69; E237| She hid it his his ribs & back: she hid his tongue with teeth
J80.70; E237| In terrible convulsions pitying & gratified drunk with pity
J80.71; E237| Glowing with loveliness before him, becoming apparent
J80.72; E237| According to his changes: she roll'd his kidneys round
J80.73; E237| Into two irregular forms: and looking on Albions dread Tree,
J80.74; E237| She wove two vessels of seed, beautiful as Skiddaws snow;
J80.75; E237| Giving them bends of self interest & selfish natural virtue:
J80.76; E238| She hid them in his loins; raving he ran among the rocks,
J80.77; E238| Compelld into a shape of Moral Virtue against the Lamb.
J80.78; E238| The invisible lovely one giving him a form according to
J80.79; E238| His Law a form against the Lamb of God opposd to Mercy
J80.80; E238| And playing in the thunderous Loom in sweet intoxication
J80.81; E238| Filling cups of silver & crystal with shrieks & cries, with groans
J80.82; E238| And dolorous sobs: the wine of lovers in the Wine-press of Luvah
J80.83; E238| O sister Cambel said Gwendolen, as their long beaming light
J80.84; E238| Mingled above the Mountain[:] what shall we do to keep
J80.85; E238| These awful forms in our soft bands: distracted with trembling
J81.1; E238| I have mockd those who refused cruelty & I have admired
J81.2; E238| The cruel Warrior. I have refused to give love to Merlin the piteous.
J81.3; E238| He brings to me the Images of his Love & I reject in chastity
J81.4; E238| And turn them out into the streets for Harlots to be food
J81.5; E238| To the stern Warrior. I am become perfect in beauty over my Warrior
J81.6; E238| For Men are caught by Love: Woman is caught by Pride
J81.7; E238| That Love may only be obtaind in the passages of Death.
J81ill; E238| [<image><reversed writing>In Heaven the only Art of Living / Is
J81ill; E238| Forgetting & Forgiving / Especially to the Female / But if you on
J81ill; E238| Earth Forgive / You shall not find where to Live</reversed
J81ill; E238| writing>] t321
J81.8; E239| Let us look! let us examine! is the Cruel become an Infant
J81.9; E239| Or is he still a cruel Warrior? look Sisters, look! O piteous
J81.10; E239| I have destroyd Wandring Reuben who strove to bind my Will
J81.11; E239| I have stripd off Josephs beautiful integument for my Beloved,
J81.12; E239| The Cruel-one of Albion: to clothe him in gems of my Zone
J81.13; E239| I have Named him Jehovah of Hosts. Humanity is become
J81.14; E239| A weeping Infant in ruind lovely Jerusalems folding Cloud:
J81.15; E239| In Heaven Love begets Love! but Fear is the Parent of Earthly Love! t322
J81.16; E239| And he who will not bend to Love must be subdud by Fear,
J82.1; E239| I have heard Jerusalems groans; from Valas cries & lamentations
J82.2; E239| I gather our eternal fate: Outcasts from life and love:
J82.3; E239| Unless we find a way to bind these awful Forms to our
J82.4; E239| Embrace we shall perish annihilate, discoverd our Delusions.
J82.5; E239| Look I have wrought without delusion: Look! I have wept!
J82.6; E239| And given soft milk mingled together with the spirits of flocks
J82.7; E239| Of lambs and doves, mingled together in cups and dishes
J82.8; E239| Of painted clay; the mighty Hyle is become a weeping infant;
J82.9; E239| Soon shall the Spectres of the Dead follow my weaving threads.
J82.10; E239| The Twelve Daughters of Albion attentive listen in secret shades
J82.11; E239| On Cambridge and Oxford beaming soft uniting with Rahabs cloud
J82.12; E239| While Gwendolen spoke to Cambel turning soft the spinning reel:
J82.13; E239| Or throwing the wingd shuttle; or drawing the cords with softest songs
J82.14; E239| The golden cords of the Looms animate beneath their touches soft,
J82.15; E239| Along the Island white, among the Druid Temples, while Gwendolen
J82.16; E239| Spoke to the Daughters of Albion standing on Skiddaws top.
J82.17; E239| So saying she took a Falshood & hid it in her left hand:
J82.18; E239| To entice her Sisters away to Babylon on Euphrates.
J82.19; E239| And thus she closed her left hand and utterd her Falshood:
J82.20; E239| Forgetting that Falshood is prophetic, she hid her hand behind her,
J82.21; E239| Upon her back behind her loins & thus utterd her Deceit.
J82.22; E239| I heard Enitharmon say to Los: Let the Daughters of Albion
J82.23; E239| Be scatterd abroad and let the name of Albion be forgotten:
J82.24; E239| Divide them into three; name them Amalek Canaan & Moab:
J82.25; E239| Let Albion remain a desolation without an inhabitant:
J82.26; E239| And let the Looms of Enitharmon & the Furnaces of Los
J82.27; E239| Create Jerusalem, & Babylon & Egypt & Moab & Amalek,
J82.28; E239| And Helle & Hesperia & Hindostan & China & Japan.
J82.29; E239| But hide America, for a Curse an Altar of Victims & a Holy Place.
J82.30; E239| See Sisters Canaan is pleasant, Egypt is as the Garden of Eden:
J82.31; E239| Babylon is our chief desire, Moab our bath in summer:
J82.32; E239| Let us lead the stems of this Tree let us plant it before Jerusalem
J82.33; E239| To judge the Friend of Sinners to death without the Veil:
J82.34; E239| To cut her off from America, to close up her secret Ark:
J82.35; E239| And the fury of Man exhaust in War! Woman permanent remain
J82.36; E240| See how the fires of our loins point eastward to Babylon
J82.37; E240| Look. Hyle is become an infant Love: look! behold! see him lie!
J82.38; E240| Upon my bosom. look! here is the lovely wayward form
J82.39; E240| That gave me sweet delight by his torments beneath my Veil;
J82.40; E240| By the fruit of Albions Tree I have fed him with sweet milk
J82.41; E240| By contentions of the mighty for Sacrifice of Captives;
J82.42; E240| Humanity the Great Delusion: is changd to War & Sacrifice:
J82.43; E240| I have naild his hands on Beth Rabbim & his [feet] on Heshbons Wall: t324
J82.44; E240| O that I could live in his sight: O that I could bin him to my arm.
J82.45; E240| So saying: She drew aside her Veil from Mam-Tor to Dovedale
J82.46; E240| Discovering her own perfect beauty to the Daughters of Albion
J82.47; E240| And Hyle a winding Worm beneath [her Loom upon the scales.
J82.48; E240| Hyle was become a winding Worm:] & not a weeping Infant.
J82.49; E240| Trembling & pitying she screamd & fled upon the wind:
J82.50; E240| Hyle was a winding Worm and herself perfect in beauty:
J82.51; E240| The desarts tremble at his wrath: they shrink themselves in fear.
J82.52; E240| Cambel trembled with jealousy: she trembled! she envied!
J82.53; E240| The envy ran thro Cathedrons Looms into the Heart
J82.54; E240| Of mild Jerusalem, to destroy the Lamb of God. Jerusalem
J82.55; E240| Languishd upon Mount Olivet, East of mild Zions Hill.
J82.56; E240| Los saw the envious blight above his Seventh Furnace
J82.57; E240| On Londons Tower on the Thames: he drew Cambel in wrath,
J82.58; E240| Into his thundering Bellows, heaving it for a loud blast!
J82.59; E240| And with the blast of his Furnace upon fishy Billingsgate,
J82.60; E240| Beneath Albions fatal Tree, before the Gate of Los:
J82.61; E240| Shewd her the fibres of her beloved to ameliorate
J82.62; E240| The envy; loud she labourd in the Furnace of fire,
J82.63; E240| To form the mighty form of Hand according to her will.
J82.64; E240| In the Furnaces of Los & in the Wine-press treading day & night
J82.65; E240| Naked among the human clusters: bringing wine of anguish
J82.66; E240| To feed the afflicted in the Furnaces: she minded not
J82.67; E240| The raging flames, tho she returnd [consumd day after day
J82.68; E240| A redning skeleton in howling woe:] instead of beauty
J82.69; E240| Defo[r]mity: she gave her beauty to another: bearing abroad
J82.70; E240| Her struggling torment in her iron arms: and like a chain,
J82.71; E240| Binding his wrists & ankles with the iron arms of love.
J82.72; E240| Gwendolen saw the Infant in her siste[r]s arms; she howld
J82.73; E240| Over the forests with bitter tears, and over the winding Worm
J82.74; E240| Repentant: and she also in the eddying wind of Los's Bellows
J82.75; E240| Began her dolorous task of love in the Wine-press of Luvah
J82.76; E240| o form the Worm into a form of love by tears & pain.
J82.77; E240| The Sisters saw! trembling ran thro their Looms! soften[in]g mild
J82.78; E240| Towards London: then they saw the Furna[c]es opend, & in tears
J82.79; E240| Began to give their souls away in the Furna[c]es of affliction.
J82.81; E241| I know I am Urthona keeper of the Gates of Heaven,
J82.82; E241| And that I can at will expatiate in the Gardens of bliss;
J82.83; E241| But pangs of love draw me down to my loins which are
J82.84; E241| Become a fountain of veiny pipes: O Albion! my brother!
J83.1; E241| Corruptibility appears upon thy limbs, and never more t325
J83.2; E241| Can I arise and leave thy side, but labour here incessant
J83.3; E241| Till thy awaking! yet alas I shall forget Eternity!
J83.4; E241| Against the Patriarchal pomp and cruelty, labouring incessant
J83.5; E241| I shall become an Infant horror. Enion! Tharmas! friends
J83.6; E241| Absorb me not in such dire grief: O Albion, my brother!
J83.7; E241| Jerusalem hungers in the desart! affection to her children!
J83.8; E241| The scorn'd and contemnd youthful girl, where shall she fly?
J83.9; E241| Sussex shuts up her Villages. Hants, Devon & Wilts
J83.10; E241| Surrounded with masses of stone in orderd forms, determine then
J83.11; E241| A form for Vala and a form for Luvah, here on the Thames
J83.12; E241| Where the Victim nightly howls beneath the Druids knife:
J83.13; E241| A Form of Vegetation, nail them down on the stems of Mystery:
J83.14; E241| O when shall the Saxon return with the English his redeemed brother!
J83.15; E241| O when shall the Lamb of God descend among the Reprobate!
J83.16; E241| I woo to Amalek to protect my fugitives[.] Amalek trembles:
J83.17; E241| I call to Canaan & Moab in my night watches, they mourn:
J83.18; E241| They listen not to my cry, they rejo[i]ce among their warriors
J83.19; E241| Woden and Thor and Friga wholly consume my Saxons:
J83.20; E241| On their enormous Altars built in the terrible north:
J83.21; E241| From Irelands rocks to Scandinavia Persia and Tartary:
J83.22; E241| From the Atlantic Sea to the universal Erythrean.
J83.23; E241| Found ye London! enormous City! weeps thy River?
J83.24; E241| Upon his parent bosom lay thy little ones O Land
J83.25; E241| Forsaken. Surrey and Sussex are Enitharmons Chamber.
J83.26; E241| Where I will build her a Couch of repose & my pillars
J83.27; E241| Shall surround her in beautiful labyrinths: Oothoon?
J83.28; E241| Where hides my child? in Oxford hidest thou with Antamon?
J83.29; E241| In graceful hidings of error: in merciful deceit
J83.30; E241| Lest Hand the terrible destroy his Affection. thou hidest her: t326
J83.31; E241| In chaste appearances for sweet deceits of love & modesty
J83.32; E241| Immingled, interwoven, glistening to the sickening sight.
J83.33; E241| Let Cambel and her Sisters sit within the Mundane Shell:
J83.34; E241| Forming the fluctuating Globe according to their will.
J83.35; E241| According as they weave the little embryon nerves & veins
J83.36; E241| The Eye, the little Nostrils, & the delicate Tongue & Ears
J83.37; E241| Of labyrinthine intricacy: so shall they fold the World
J83.38; E241| That whatever is seen upon the Mundane Shell, the same
J83.39; E241| Be seen upon the Fluctuating Earth woven by the Sisters.
J83.40; E242| And sometimes the Earth shall roll in the Abyss & sometimes
J83.41; E242| Stand in the Center & sometimes stretch flat in the Expanse,
J83.42; E242| According to the will of the lovely Daughters of Albion.
J83.43; E242| Sometimes it shall assimilate with mighty Golgonooza:
J83.44; E242| Touching its summits: & sometimes divided roll apart.
J83.45; E242| As a beautiful Veil so these Females shall fold & unfold
J83.46; E242| According to their will the outside surface of the Earth
J83.47; E242| An outside shadowy Surface superadded to the real Surface;
J83.48; E242| Which is unchangeable for ever & ever Amen: so be it!
J83.49; E242| Separate Albions Sons gently from their Emanations,
J83.50; E242| Weaving bowers of delight on the current of infant Thames
J83.51; E242| Where the old Parent still retains his youth as I alas!
J83.52; E242| Retain my youth eight thousand and five hundred years.
J83.53; E242| The labourer of ages in the Valleys of Despair!
J83.54; E242| The land is markd for desolation & unless we plant
J83.55; E242| The seeds of Cities & of Villages in the Human bosom
J83.56; E242| Albion must be a rock of blood: mark ye the points
J83.57; E242| Where Cities shall remain & where Villages[;] for the rest!
J83.58; E242| It must lie in confusion till Albions time of awaking.
J83.59; E242| Place the Tribes of Llewellyn in America for a hiding place!
J83.60; E242| Till sweet Jerusalem emanates again into Eternity
J83.61; E242| The night falls thick: I go upon my watch: be attentive:
J83.62; E242| The Sons of Albion go forth; I follow from my Furnaces:
J83.63; E242| That they return no more: that a place be prepard on Euphrates
J83.64; E242| Listen to your Watchmans voice: sleep not before the Furnaces
J83.65; E242| Eternal Death stands at the door. O God pity our labours.
J83.66; E242| So Los spoke. to the Daughters of Beulah while his Emanation
J83.67; E242| Like a faint rainbow waved before him in the awful gloom
J83.68; E242| Of London City on the Thames from Surrey Hills to Highgate:
J83.69; E242| Swift turn the silver spindles, & the golden weights play soft
J83.70; E242| And lulling harmonies beneath the Looms, from Caithness in the north
J83.71; E242| To Lizard-point & Dover in the south: his Emanation
J83.72; E242| Joy'd in the many weaving threads in bright Cathedrons Dome
J83.73; E242| Weaving the Web of life for Jerusalem. the Web of life
J83.74; E242| Down flowing into Entuthons Vales glistens with soft affections.
J83.75; E242| While Los arose upon his Watch, and down from Golgonooza
J83.76; E242| Putting on his golden sandals to walk from mountain to mountain,
J83.77; E242| He takes his way, girding himself with gold & in his hand
J83.78; E242| Holding his iron mace: The Spectre remains attentive
J83.79; E242| Alternate they watch in night: alternate labour in day
J83.80; E242| Before the Furnaces labouring, while Los all night watches
J83.81; E242| The stars rising & setting, & the meteors & terrors of night!
J83.82; E242| With him went down the Dogs of Leutha, at his feet
J83.83; E242| They lap the water of the trembling Thames then follow swift
J83.84; E242| And thus he heard the voice of Albions daughters on Euphrates,
J83.85; E243| Our Father Albions land: O it was a lovely land! & the Daughters of Beulah
J83.86; E243| Walked up and down in its green mountains: but Hand is fled
J83.87; E243| Away: & mighty Hyle: & after them Jerusalem is gone: Awake[...] t327
J84.1; E243| Highgates heights & Hampsteads, to Poplar Hackney & Bow:
J84.2; E243| To Islington & Paddington & the Brook of Albions River
J84.3; E243| We builded Jerusalem as a City & a Temple; from Lambeth
J84.4; E243| We began our Foundations; lovely Lambeth! O lovely Hills
J84.5; E243| Of Camberwell, we shall behold you no more in glory & pride
J84.6; E243| For Jerusalem lies in ruins & the Furnaces of Los are builded there
J84.7; E243| You are now shrunk up to a narrow Rock in the midst of the Sea
J84.8; E243| But here we build Babylon on Euphrates, compelld to build
J84.9; E243| And to inhabit, our Little-ones to clothe in armour of the gold
J84.10; E243| Of Jerusalems Cherubims & to forge them swords of her Altars
J84.11; E243| I see London blind & age-bent begging thro the Streets
J84.12; E243| Of Babylon, led by a child. his tears run down his beard
J84.13; E243| The voice of Wandering Reuben ecchoes from street to street
J84.14; E243| In all the Cities of the Nations Paris Madrid Amsterdam
J84.15; E243| The Corner of Broad Street weeps; Poland Street languishes
J84.16; E243| To Great Queen Street & Lincolns Inn, all is distress & woe.
ED; E243| [three lines gouged out irrecoverably]
J84.17; E243| The night falls thick Hand comes from Albion in his strength
J84.18; E243| He combines into a Mighty-one the Double Molech & Chemosh
J84.19; E243| Marching thro Egypt in his fury the East is pale at his course
J84.20; E243| The Nations of India, the Wild Tartar that never knew Man
J84.21; E243| Starts from his lofty places & casts down his tents & flees away
J84.22; E243| But we woo him all the night ill songs, O Los come forth O Los
J84.23; E243| Divide us from these terrors & give us power them to subdue
J84.24; E243| Arise upon thy Watches let us see thy Globe of fire
J84.25; E243| On Albions Rocks & let thy voice be heard upon Euphrates.
J84.26; E243| Thus sang the Daughters in lamentation, uniting into One
J84.27; E243| With Rahab as she turnd the iron Spindle of destruction.
J84.28; E243| Terrified at the Sons of Albion they took the Falshood which
J84.29; E243| Gwendolen hid in her left hand. it grew &, grew till it
J85.1; E243| Became a Space & an Allegory around the Winding Worm
J85.2; E243| They namd it Canaan & built for it a tender Moon
J85.3; E243| Los smild with joy thinking on Enitharmon & he brought
J85.4; E243| Reuben from his twelvefold wandrings & led him into it
J85.5; E243| Planting the Seeds of the Twelve Tribes & Moses & David
J85.6; E243| And gave a Time & Revolution to the Space Six Thousand Years
J85.7; E243| He calld it Divine Analogy, for in Beulah the Feminine
J85.8; E243| Emanations Create Space. the Masculine Create Time, & plant
J85.9; E243| The Seeds of beauty in the Space: listning to their lamentation
J85.10; E244| Los walks upon his ancient Mountains in the deadly darkness
J85.11; E244| Among his Furnaces directing his laborious Myriads watchful t328
J85.12; E244| Looking to the East: & his voice is heard over the whole Earth
J85.13; E244| As he watches the Furnaces by night, & directs the labourers
J85.14; E244| And thus Los replies upon his Watch: the Valleys listen silent:
J85.15; E244| The Stars stand still to hear: Jerusalem & Vala cease to mourn:
J85.16; E244| His voice is heard from Albion: the Alps & Appenines
J85.17; E244| Listen: Hermon & Lebanon bow their crowned heads
J85.18; E244| Babel & Shinar look toward the Western Gate, they sit down
J85.19; E244| Silent at his voice: they view the red Globe of fire in Los's hand
J85.20; E244| As he walks from Furnace to Furnace directing the Labourers
J85.21; E244| And this is the Song of Los, the Song that he sings on his Watch
J85.22; E244| O lovely mild Jerusalem! O Shiloh of Mount Ephraim!
J85.23; E244| I see thy Gates of precious stones: thy Walls of gold & silver
J85.24; E244| Thou art the soft reflected Image of the Sleeping Man
J85.25; E244| Who stretchd on Albions rocks reposes amidst his Twenty-eight
J85.26; E244| Cities: where Beulah lovely terminates, in the hills & valleys of Albion
J85.27; E244| Cities not yet embodied in Time and Space: plant ye
J85.28; E244| The Seeds O Sisters in he bosom of Time & Spaces womb
J85.29; E244| To spring up for Jerusalem: lovely Shadow of Sleeping Albion
J85.30; E244| Why wilt thou rend thyself apart & build an Earthly Kingdom
J85.31; E244| To reign in pride & to opress & to mix the Cup of Delusion
J85.32; E244| O thou that dwellest with Babylon! Come forth O lovely-one
J86.1; E244| I see thy Form O lovely mild Jerusalem, Wingd with Six Wings
J86.2; E244| In the opacous Bosom of the Sleeper, lovely Three-fold
J86.3; E244| In Head & Heart & Reins, three Universes of love & beauty
J86.4; E244| Thy forehead bright: Holiness to the Lord, with Gates of pearl
J86.5; E244| Reflects Eternity beneath thy azure wings of feathery down
J86.6; E244| Ribbd delicate & clothd with featherd gold & azure & purple
J86.7; E244| From thy white shoulders shadowing, purity in holiness!
J86.8; E244| Thence featherd with soft crimson of the ruby bright as fire
J86.9; E244| Spreading into the azure Wings which like a canopy
J86.10; E244| Bends over thy immortal Head in which Eternity dwells
J86.11; E244| Albion beloved Land; I see thy mountains & thy hills
J86.12; E244| And valleys & thy pleasant Cities Holiness to the Lord
J86.13; E244| I see the Spectres of thy Dead O Emanation of Albion.
J86.14; E244| Thy Bosom white, translucent coverd with immortal gems
J86.15; E244| A sublime ornament not obscuring the outlines of beauty
J86.16; E244| Terrible to behold for thy extreme beauty & perfection
J86.17; E244| Twelve-fold here all the Tribes of Israel I behold
J86.18; E244| Upon the Holy Land: I see the River of Life & Tree of Life
J86.19; E244| I see the New Jerusalem descending out of Heaven
J86.22; E245| Thy Reins coverd with Wings translucent sometimes covering
J86.23; E245| And sometimes spread abroad reveal the flames of holiness
J86.24; E245| Which like a robe covers: & like a Veil of Seraphim
J86.25; E245| In flaming fire unceasing burns from Eternity to Eternity
J86.26; E245| Twelvefold I there behold Israel in her Tents
J86.27; E245| A Pillar of a Cloud by day: a Pillar of fire by night
J86.28; E245| Guides them: there I behold Moab & Ammon & Amalek
J86.29; E245| There Bells of silver round thy knees living articulate
J86.30; E245| Comforting sounds of love & harmony & on thy feet
J86.31; E245| Sandals of gold & pearl, & Egypt & Assyria before me
J86.32; E245| The Isles of Javan, Philistea, Tyre and Lebanon
J86.33; E245| Thus Los sings upon his Watch walking from Furnace to Furnace.
J86.34; E245| He siezes his Hammer every hour, flames surround him as
J86.35; E245| He beats: seas roll beneath his feet, tempests muster
J86.36; E245| Arou[n]d his head. the thick hail stones stand ready to obey
J86.37; E245| His voice in the black cloud, his Sons labour in thunders
J86.38; E245| At his Furnaces; his Daughters at their Looms sing woes
J86.39; E245| His Emanation separates in milky fibres agonizing
J86.40; E245| Among the golden Looms of Cathedron sending fibres of love
J86.41; E245| From Golgonooza with sweet visions for Jerusalem, wanderer.
J86.42; E245| Nor can any consummate bliss without being Generated
J86.43; E245| On Earth; of those whose Emanations weave the loves
J86.44; E245| Of Beulah for Jerusalem & Shiloh, in immortal Golgonooza
J86.45; E245| Concentering in the majestic form of Erin in eternal tears
J86.46; E245| Viewing the Winding Worm on the Desarts of Great Tartary
J86.47; E245| Viewing Los in his shudderings, pouring balm on his sorrows
J86.48; E245| So dread is Los's fury, that none dare him to approach
J86.49; E245| Without becoming his Children in the Furnaces of affliction
J86.50; E245| And Enitharmon like a faint rainbow waved before him
J86.51; E245| Filling with Fibres from his loins which reddend with desire
J86.52; E245| Into a Globe of blood beneath his bosom trembling in darkness
J86.53; E245| Of Albions clouds. he fed it, with his tears & bitter groans
J86.54; E245| Hiding his Spectre in invisibility from the timorous Shade
J86.55; E245| Till it became a separated cloud of beauty grace & love
J86.56; E245| Among the darkness of his Furnaces dividing asunder till
J86.57; E245| She separated stood before him a lovely Female weeping
J86.58; E245| Even Enitharmon separated outside, & his Loins closed
J86.59; E245| And heal'd after the separation: his pains he soon forgot:
J86.60; E245| Lured by her beauty outside of himself in shadowy grief.
J86.61; E245| Two Wills they had; Two Intellects: & not as in times of old.
J86.62; E246| Silent they wanderd hand in hand like two Infants wandring
J86.63; E246| From Enion in the desarts, terrified at each others beauty
J86.64; E246| Envying each other yet desiring, in all devouring Love,
J87.3; E246| O lovely Enitharmon: I behold thy graceful forms
J87.4; E246| Moving beside me till intoxicated with the woven labyrinth
J87.5; E246| Of beauty & perfection my wild fibres shoot in veins
J87.6; E246| Of blood thro all my nervous limbs. soon overgrown in roots
J87.7; E246| I shall be closed from thy sight. sieze therefore in thy hand
J87.8; E246| The small fibres as they shoot around me draw out in pity
J87.9; E246| And let them run on the winds of thy bosom: I will fix them
J87.10; E246| With pulsations. we will divide them into Sons & Daughters
J87.11; E246| To live in thy Bosoms translucence as in an eternal morning
J87.12; E246| Enitharmon answerd. No! I will sieze thy Fibres & weave
J87.13; E246| Them: not as thou wilt but as I will, for I will Create
J87.14; E246| A round Womb beneath my bosom lest I also be overwoven
J87.15; E246| With Love; be thou assured I never will be thy slave
J87.16; E246| Let Mans delight be Love; but Womans delight be Pride
J87.17; E246| In Eden our loves were the same here they are opposite
J87.18; E246| I have Loves of my own I will weave them in Albions Spectre
J87.19; E246| Cast thou in Jerusalems shadows thy Loves! silk of liquid
J87.20; E246| Rubies Jacinths Crysolites: issuing from thy Furnaces. While
J87.21; E246| Jerusalem divides thy care: while thou carest for Jerusalem
J87.22; E246| Know that I never will be thine: also thou hidest Vala
J87.23; E246| From her these fibres shoot to shut me in a Grave.
J87.24; E246| You are Albions Victim, he has set his Daughter in your path
J88.2; E246| I care not! the swing of my Hammer shall measure the starry round[.]
J88.3; E246| When in Eternity Man converses with Man they enter
J88.4; E246| Into each others Bosom (which are Universes of delight)
J88.5; E246| In mutual interchange. and first their Emanations meet
J88.6; E246| Surrounded by their Children. if they embrace & comingle
J88.7; E246| The Human Four-fold Forms mingle also in thunders of Intellect
J88.8; E246| But if the Emanations mingle not; with storms & agitations
J88.9; E246| Of earthquakes & consuming fires they roll apart in fear
J88.10; E246| For Man cannot unite with Man but by their Emanations
J88.11; E246| Which stand both Male & Female at the Gates of each Humanity
J88.12; E246| How then can I ever again be united as Man with Man
J88.13; E246| While thou my Emanation refusest my Fibres of dominion.
J88.14; E246| When Souls mingle & join thro all the Fibres of Brotherhood
J88.15; E246| Can there be any secret joy on Earth greater than this?
J88.16; E247| Enitharmon answerd: This is Womans World, nor need she any
J88.17; E247| Spectre to defend her from Man. I will Create secret places
J88.18; E247| And the masculine names of the places Merlin & Arthur.
J88.19; E247| A triple Female Tabernacle for Moral Law I weave
J88.20; E247| That he who loves Jesus may loathe terrified Female love
J88.21; E247| Till God himself become a Male subservient to the Female.
J88.22; E247| She spoke in scorn & jealousy, alternate torments; and
J88.23; E247| So speaking she sat down on Sussex shore singing lulling
J88.24; E247| Cadences, & playing in sweet intoxication among the glistening
J88.25; E247| Fibres of Los: sending them over the Ocean eastward into
J88.26; E247| The realms of dark death; O perverse to thyself, contrarious
J88.27; E247| To thy own purposes; for when she began to weave
J88.28; E247| Shooting out in sweet pleasure her bosom in milky Love
J88.29; E247| Flowd into the aching fibres of Los. yet contending against him
J88.30; E247| In pride sending his Fibres over to her objects of jealousy t329
J88.31; E247| In the little lovely Allegoric Night of Albions Daughters
J88.32; E247| Which stretchd abroad, expanding east & west & north & south
J88.33; E247| Thro' all the World of Erin & of Los & all their Children
J88.34; E247| A sullen Smile broke from the Spectre in mockery & scorn
J88.35; E247| Knowing himself the author of their divisions & shrinkings, gratified
J88.36; E247| At their contentions, he wiped his tears he washd his visage.
J88.37; E247| The Man who respects Woman shall be despised by Woman
J88.38; E247| And deadly cunning & mean abjectness only, shall enjoy them
J88.39; E247| For I will make their places of joy & love, excrementitious[.]
J88.40; E247| Continually building, continually destroying in Family feuds
J88.41; E247| While you are under the dominion of a jealous Female
J88.42; E247| Unpermanent for ever because of love & jealousy.
J88.43; E247| You shall want all the Minute Particulars of Life
J88.44; E247| Thus joyd the Spectre in the dusky fires of Los's Forge, eyeing
J88.45; E247| Enitharmon who at her shining Looms sings lulling cadences
J88.46; E247| While Los stood at his Anvil in wrath the victim of their love
J88.47; E247| And hate; dividing the Space of Love with brazen Compasses
J88.48; E247| In Golgonooza & in Udan-Adan & in Entuthon of Urizen.
J88.49; E247| The blow of his Hammer is Justice. the swing of his Hammer: Mercy.
J88.50; E247| The force of Los's Hammer is eternal Forgiveness; but
J88.51; E247| His rage or his mildness were vain, she scatterd his love on the wind
J88.52; E247| Eastward into her own Center, creating the Female Womb
J88.53; E247| In mild Jerusalem around the Lamb of God. Loud howl
J88.54; E247| The Furnaces of Los! loud roll the Wheels of Enitharmon
J88.55; E247| The Four Zoa's in all their faded majesty burst out in fury
J88.56; E247| And fire. Jerusalem took the Cup which foamd in Vala's hand
J88.57; E247| Like the red Sun upon the mountains in the bloody day
J88.58; E247| Upon the Hermaphroditic Wine-presses of Love & Wrath.
J89.1; E248| Tho divided by the Cross & Nails & Thorns & Spear
J89.2; E248| In cruelties of Rahab & Tirzah[,] permanent endure t330
J89.3; E248| A terrible indefinite Hermaphroditic form
J89.4; E248| A Wine-press of Love & Wrath double Hermaph[r]oditic
J89.5; E248| Twelvefold in Allegoric pomp in selfish holiness
J89.6; E248| The Pharisaion, the Grammateis, the Presbuterion,
J89.7; E248| The Archiereus, the Iereus, the Saddusaion, double
J89.8; E248| Each withoutside of the other, covering eastern heaven
J89.9; E248| Thus was the Covering Cherub reveald majestic image
J89.10; E248| Of Selfhood, Body put off, the Antichrist accursed
J89.11; E248| Coverd with precious stones, a Human Dragon terrible
J89.12; E248| And bright, stretchd over Europe & Asia gorgeous
J89.13; E248| In three nights he devourd the rejected corse of death
J89.14; E248| His Head dark, deadly, in its Brain incloses a reflexion
J89.15; E248| Of Eden all perverted; Egypt on the Gihon many tongued
J89.16; E248| And many mouthd: Ethiopia, Lybia, the Sea of Rephaim
J89.17; E248| Minute Particulars in slavery I behold among the brick-kilns
J89.18; E248| Disorganizd, & there is Pharoh in his iron Court:
J89.19; E248| And the Dragon of the River & the Furnaces of iron.
J89.20; E248| Outwoven from Thames & Tweed & Severn awful streams
J89.21; E248| Twelve ridges of Stone frown over all the Earth in tyrant pride
J89.22; E248| Frown over each River stupendous Works of Albions Druid Sons
J89.23; E248| And Albions Forests of Oaks coverd the Earth from Pole to Pole
J89.24; E248| His Bosom wide reflects Moab & Ammon on the River
J89.25; E248| Pison, since calld Arnon, there is Heshbon beautiful
J89.26; E248| The flocks of Rabbath on the Arnon & the Fish-pools of Heshbon t331
J89.27; E248| Whose currents flow into the Dead Sea by Sodom & Gomorra
J89.28; E248| Above his Head high arching Wings black filld with Eyes
J89.29; E248| Spring upon iron sinews from the Scapulae & Os Humeri.
J89.30; E248| There Israel in bondage to his Generalizing Gods
J89.31; E248| Molech & Chemosh, & in his left breast is Philistea
J89.32; E248| In Druid Temples over the whole Earth with Victims Sacrifice,
J89.33; E248| From Gaza to Damascus Tyre & Sidon & the Gods
J89.34; E248| Of Javan thro the Isles of Grecia & all Europes Kings
J89.35; E248| Where Hiddekel pursues his course among the rocks
J89.36; E248| Two Wings spring from his ribs of brass, starry, black as night
J89.37; E248| But translucent their blackness as the dazling of gems
J89.38; E248| His Loins inclose Babylon on Euphrates beautiful
J89.39; E248| And Rome in sweet Hesperia. there Israel scatterd abroad
J89.40; E248| In martydoms & slavery I behold: ah vision of sorrow!
J89.41; E248| Inclosed by eyeless Wings, glowing with fire as the iron
J89.42; E248| Heated in the Smiths forge, but cold the wind of their dread fury
J89.43; E249| But in the midst of a devouring Stomach, Jerusalem
J89.44; E249| Hidden within the Covering Cherub as in a Tabernacle
J89.45; E249| Of threefold workmanship in allegoric delusion & woe
J89.46; E249| There the Seven Kings of Canaan & Five Baalim of Philistea
J89.47; E249| Sihon & Og the Anakim & Emim, Nephilim & Gibborim
J89.48; E249| From Babylon to Rome & the Wings spread from Japan
J89.49; E249| Where the Red Sea terminates the World of Generation & Death
J89.50; E249| To Irelands farthest rocks where Giants builded their Causeway
J89.51; E249| Into the Sea of Rephaim, but the Sea oerwhelmd them all.
J89.52; E249| A Double Female now appeard within the Tabernacle,
J89.53; E249| Religion hid in War, a Dragon red & hidden Harlot
J89.54; E249| Each within other, but without a Warlike Mighty-one
J89.55; E249| Of dreadful power, sitting upon Horeb pondering dire
J89.56; E249| And mighty preparations mustering multitudes innumerable
J89.57; E249| Of warlike sons among the sands of Midian & Aram
J89.58; E249| For multitudes of those who sleep in Alla descend
J89.59; E249| Lured by his warlike symphonies of tabret pipe & harp
J89.60; E249| Burst the bottoms of the Graves & Funeral Arks of Beulah[;]
J89.61; E249| Wandering in that unknown Night beyond the silent Grave
J89.62; E249| They become One with the Antichrist & are absorbd in him
J90.1; E249| The Feminine separates from the Masculine & both from Man,
J90.2; E249| Ceasing to be His Emanations, Life to Themselves assuming!
J90.3; E249| And while they circumscribe his Brain, & while they circumscribe
J90.4; E249| His Heart, & while they circumscribe his Loins! a Veil & Net
J90.5; E249| Of Veins of red Blood grows around them like a scarlet robe.
J90.6; E249| Covering them from the sight of Man like the woven Veil of Sleep
J90.7; E249| Such as the Flowers of Beulah weave to be their Funeral Mantles
J90.8; E249| But dark opake! tender to touch, & painful! & agonizing
J90.9; E249| To the embrace of love, & to the mingling of soft fibres
J90.10; E249| Of tender affection. that no more the Masculine mingles
J90.11; E249| With the Feminine. but the Sublime is shut out from the Pathos
J90.12; E249| In howling torment, to build stone walls of separation, compelling
J90.13; E249| The Pathos, to weave curtains of hiding secresy from the torment.
J90.14; E249| Bowen & Conwenna stood on Skiddaw cutting the Fibres
J90.15; E249| Of Benjamin from Chesters River: loud the River; loud the Mersey
J90.16; E249| And the Ribble. thunder into the Irish sea, as the Twelve Sons
J90.17; E249| Of Albion drank & imbibed the Life & eternal Form of Luvah
J90.18; E249| Cheshire & Lancashire & Westmoreland groan in anguish
J90.19; E249| As they cut the fibres from the Rivers he sears them with hot
J90.20; E249| Iron of his Forge & fixes them into Bones of chalk & Rock
J90.21; E249| Conwenna sat above: with solemn cadences she drew
J90.22; E249| Fibres of life out from the Bones into her golden Loom
J90.23; E249| Hand had his Furnace on Highgates heights & it reachd
J90.24; E250| To Brockley Hills across the Thames: he with double Boadicea
J90.25; E250| In cruel pride cut Reuben apart from the Hills of Surrey
J90.26; E250| Comingling with Luvah & with the Sepulcher of Luvah
J90.27; E250| For the Male is a Furnace of beryll: the Female is a golden Loom
J90.28; E250| Los cries: No Individual ought to appropriate to Himself
J90.29; E250| Or to his Emanation, any of the Universal Characteristics
J90.30; E250| Of David or of Eve, of the Woman, or of the Lord.
J90.31; E250| Of Reuben or of Benjamin, of Joseph or Judah or Levi
J90.32; E250| Those who dare appropriate to themselves Universal Attributes
J90.33; E250| Are the Blasphemous Selfhoods & must be broken asunder
J90.34; E250| A Vegetated Christ & a Virgin Eve, are the Hermaphroditic
J90.35; E250| Blasphemy, by his Maternal Birth he is that Evil-One
J90.36; E250| And his Maternal Humanity must be put off Eternally
J90.37; E250| Lest the Sexual Generation swallow up Regeneration
J90.38; E250| Come Lord Jesus take on thee the Satanic Body of Holiness
J90.39; E250| So Los cried in the Valleys of Middlesex in the Spirit of Prophecy
J90.40; E250| While in Selfhood Hand & Hyle & Bowen & Skofeld appropriate
J90.41; E250| The Divine Names: seeking to Vegetate the Divine Vision
J90.42; E250| In a corporeal & ever dying Vegetation & Corruption
J90.43; E250| Mingling with Luvah in One. they become One Great Satan
J90.44; E250| Loud scream the Daughters of Albion beneath the Tongs & Hammer
J90.45; E250| Dolorous are their lamentations in the burning Forge
J90.46; E250| They drink Reuben & Benjamin as the iron drinks the fire
J90.47; E250| They are red hot with cruelty: raving along the Banks of Thames
J90.48; E250| And on Tyburns Brook among the howling Victims in loveliness
J90.49; E250| While Hand & Hyle condense the Little-ones & erect them into
J90.50; E250| A mighty Temple even to the stars: but they Vegetate
J90.51; E250| Beneath Los's Hammer, that Life may not be blotted out.
J90.52; E250| For Los said: When the Individual appropriates Universality
J90.53; E250| He divides into Male & Female: & when the Male & Female,
J90.54; E250| Appropriate Individuality, they become an Eternal Death.
J90.55; E250| Hermaphroditic worshippers of a God of cruelty & law!
J90.56; E250| Your Slaves & Captives; you compell to worship a God of Mercy.
J90.57; E250| These are the Demonstrations of Los, & the blows of my mighty Hammer
J90.58; E250| So Los spoke. And the Giants of Albion terrified & ashamed t332
J90.59; E250| With Los's thunderous Words, began to build trembling rocking Stones
J90.60; E250| For his Words roll in thunders & lightnings among the Temples
J90.61; E250| Terrified rocking to & fro upon the earth, & sometimes
J90.62; E250| Resting in a Circle in Maiden or in Strathness or Dura.
J90.63; E250| Plotting to devour Albion & Los the friend of Albion
J90.64; E250| Denying in private: mocking God & Eternal Life: & in Public
J90.65; E250| Collusion, calling themselves Deists, Worshipping the Maternal
J90.66; E250| Humanity; calling it Nature, and Natural Religion
J91.1; E251| It is easier to forgive an Enemy than to forgive a Friend:
J91.2; E251| The man who permits you to injure him, deserves your vengeance:
J91.3; E251| He also will recieve it; go Spectre! obey my most secret desire:
J91.4; E251| Which thou knowest without my speaking: Go to these Fiends of Righteousness
J91.5; E251| Tell them to obey their Humanities, & not pretend Holiness;
J91.6; E251| When they are murderers: as far as my Hammer & Anvil permit
J91.7; E251| Go, tell them that the Worship of God, is honouring his gifts
J91.8; E251| In other men: & loving the greatest men best, each according
J91.9; E251| To his Genius: which is the Holy Ghost in Man; there is no other
J91.10; E251| God, than that God who is the intellectual fountain of Humanity;
J91.11; E251| He who envies or calumniates: which is murder & cruelty,
J91.12; E251| Murders the Holy-one: Go tell them this & overthrow their cup,
J91.13; E251| Their bread, their altar-table, their incense & their oath:
J91.14; E251| Their marriage & their baptism, their burial & consecration:
J91.15; E251| I have tried to make friends by corporeal gifts but have only
J91.16; E251| Made enemies: I never made friends but by spiritual gifts;
J91.17; E251| By severe contentions of friendship & the burning fire of thought.
J91.18; E251| He who would see the Divinity must see him in his Children
J91.19; E251| One first, in friendship & love; then a Divine Family, & in the midst
J91.20; E251| Jesus will appear; so he who wishes to see a Vision; a perfect Whole
J91.21; E251| Must see it in its Minute Particulars; Organized & not as thou
J91.22; E251| O Fiend of Righteousness pretendest; thine is a Disorganized
J91.23; E251| And snowy cloud: brooder of tempests & destructive War
J91.24; E251| You smile with pomp & rigor: you talk of benevolence & virtue!
J91.25; E251| I act with benevolence & virtue & get murderd time after time:
J91.26; E251| You accumulate Particulars, & murder by analyzing, that you
J91.27; E251| May take the aggregate; & you call the aggregate Moral Law:
J91.28; E251| And you call that Swelld & bloated Form; a Minute Particular.
J91.29; E251| But General Forms have their vitality in Particulars: & every
J91.30; E251| Particular is a Man; a Divine Member of the Divine Jesus.
J91.32; E251| The Spectre builded stupendous Works, taking the Starry Heavens
J91.33; E251| Like to a curtain & folding them according to his will
J91.34; E251| Repeating the Smaragdine Table of Hermes to draw Los down
J91.35; E251| Into the Indefinite, refusing to believe without demonstration[.]
J91.36; E251| Los reads the Stars of Albion! the Spectre reads the Voids
J91.37; E251| Between the Stars; among the arches of Albions Tomb sublime
J91.38; E251| Rolling the Sea in rocky paths: forming Leviathan
J91.39; E251| And Behemoth: the War by Sea enormous & the War
J91.40; E251| By Land astounding: erecting pillars in the deepest Hell,
J91.41; E251| To reach the heavenly arches; Los beheld undaunted furious
J91.42; E252| His heavd Hammer; he swung it round & at one blow,
J91.43; E252| In unpitying ruin driving down the pyramids of pride
J91.44; E252| Smiting the Spectre on his Anvil & the integuments of his Eye
J91.45; E252| And Ear unbinding in dire pain, with many blows,
J91.46; E252| Of strict severity self-subduing, & with many tears labouring.
J91.47; E252| Then he sent forth the Spectre all his pyramids were grains
J91.48; E252| Of sand & his pillars: dust on the flys wing: & his starry
J91.49; E252| Heavens; a moth of gold & silver mocking his anxious grasp
J91.50; E252| Thus Los alterd his Spectre & every Ratio of his Reason
J91.51; E252| He alterd time after time, with dire pain & many tears
J91.52; E252| Till he had completely divided him into a separate space.
J91.53; E252| Terrified Los sat to behold trembling & weeping & howling
J91.54; E252| I care not whether a Man is Good or Evil; all that I care
J91.55; E252| Is whether he is a Wise Man or a Fool. Go! put off Holiness
J91.56; E252| And put on Intellect: or my thundrous Hammer shall drive thee
J91.57; E252| To wrath which thou condemnest: till thou obey my voice
J92.1; E252| What do I see? The Briton Saxon Roman Norman amalgamating
J92.2; E252| In my Furnaces into One Nation the English: & taking refuge
J92.3; E252| In the Loins of Albion. The Canaanite united with the fugitive
J92.4; E252| Hebrew, whom she divided into Twelve, & sold into Egypt
J92.5; E252| Then scatterd the Egyptian & Hebrew to the four Winds!
J92.6; E252| This sinful Nation Created in our Furnaces & Looms is Albion
J92.7; E252| So Los spoke. Enitharmon answerd in great terror in Lambeths Vale
J92.8; E252| The Poets Song draws to its period & Enitharmon is no more.
J92.9; E252| For if he be that Albion I can never weave him in my Looms
J92.10; E252| But when he touches the first fibrous thread, like filmy dew
J92.11; E252| My Looms will be no more & I annihilate vanish for ever
J92.12; E252| Then thou wilt Create another Female according to thy Will.
J92.13; E252| Los answerd swift as the shuttle of gold. Sexes must vanish & cease
J92.14; E252| To be, when Albion arises from his dread repose O lovely Enitharmon:
J92.15; E252| When all their Crimes, their Punishments their Accusations of Sin:
J92.16; E252| All their Jealousies Revenges. Murders. hidings of Cruelty in Deceit
J92.17; E252| Appear only in the Outward Spheres of Visionary Space and Time.
J92.18; E252| In the shadows of Possibility by Mutual Forgiveness forevermore
J92.19; E252| And in the Vision & in the Prophecy, that we may Foresee & Avoid
J92.20; E252| The terrors of Creation & Redemption & Judgment. Beholding them
J92.21; E252| Displayd in the Emanative Visions of Canaan in Jerusalem & in Shiloh
J92.22; E252| And in the Shadows of Remembrance, & in the Chaos of the Spectre
J92.23; E252| Amalek, Edom, Egypt, Moab, Ammon, Ashur, Philistea, around Jerusalem
J92.24; E253| Where the Druids reard their Rocky Circles to make permanent Remembrance
J92.25; E253| Of Sin. & the Tree of Good & Evil sprang from the Rocky Circle & Snake
J92.26; E253| Of the Druid, along the Valley of Rephaim from Camberwell to Golgotha
J92.27; E253| And framed the Mundane Shell Cavernous in Length Bredth & Highth
J93.2; E253| O Rintrah! O Palamabron! What are your dire & awful purposes
J93.3; E253| Enitharmons name is nothing before you: you forget all my Love!
J93.4; E253| The Mothers love of obedience is forgotten & you seek a Love
J93.5; E253| Of the pride of dominion, that will Divorce Ocalythron & Elynittria
J93.6; E253| Upon East Moor in Derbyshire & along the Valleys of Cheviot
J93.7; E253| Could you Love me Rintrah, if you Pride not in my Love
J93.8; E253| As Reuben found Mandrakes in the field & gave them to his Mother
J93.9; E253| Pride meets with Pride upon the Mountains in the stormy day
J93.10; E253| In that terrible Day of Rintrahs Plow & of Satans driving the Team.
J93.11; E253| Ah! then I heard my little ones weeping along the Valley!
J93.12; E253| Ah! then I saw my beloved ones fleeing from my Tent
J93.13; E253| Merlin was like thee Rintrah among the Giants of Albion
J93.14; E253| Judah was like Palamabron: O Simeon! O Levi! ye fled away
J93.15; E253| How can I hear my little ones weeping along the Valley
J93.16; E253| Or how upon the distant Hills see my beloveds Tents.
J93.18; E253| Fear not my Sons this Waking Death. he is become One with me
J93.19; E253| Behold him here! We shall not Die! we shall be united in Jesus.
J93.20; E253| Will you suffer this Satan this Body of Doubt that Seems but Is Not
J93.21; E253| To occupy the very threshold of Eternal Life. if Bacon, Newton, Locke,
J93.22; E254| Deny a Conscience in Man & the Communion of Saints & Angels
J93.23; E254| Contemning the Divine Vision & Fruition, Worshiping the Deus
J93.24; E254| Of the Heathen, The God of This World, & the Goddess Nature
J93.25; E254| Mystery Babylon the Great, The Druid Dragon & hidden Harlot
J93.26; E254| Is it not that Signal of the Morning which was told us in the Beginning
J94.1; E254| Albion cold lays on his Rock: storms & snows beat round him.
J94.2; E254| Beneath the Furnaces & the starry Wheels & the Immortal Tomb
J94.3; E254| Howling winds cover him: roaring seas dash furious against him
J94.4; E254| In the deep darkness broad lightnings glare long thunders roll
J94.5; E254| The weeds of Death inwrap his hands & feet blown incessant
J94.6; E254| And washd incessant by the for-ever restless sea-waves foaming abroad
J94.7; E254| Upon the white Rock. England a Female Shadow as deadly damps
J94.8; E254| Of the Mines of Cornwall & Derbyshire lays upon his bosom heavy
J94.9; E254| Moved by the wind in volumes of thick cloud returning folding round
J94.10; E254| His loins & bosom unremovable by swelling storms & loud rending
J94.11; E254| Of enraged thunders. Around them the Starry Wheels of their Giant Sons
J94.12; E254| Revolve: & over them the Furnaces of Los & the Immortal Tomb around
J94.13; E254| Erin sitting in the Tomb, to watch them unceasing night and day
J94.14; E254| And the Body of Albion was closed apart from all Nations.
J94.15; E254| Over them the famishd Eagle screams on boney Wings and around
J94.16; E254| Them howls the Wolf of famine deep heaves the Ocean black thundering
J94.17; E254| Around the wormy Garments of Albion: then pausing in deathlike silence
J94.18; E254| Time was Finished! The Breath Divine Breathed over Albion
J94.19; E254| Beneath the Furnaces & starry Wheels and in the Immortal Tomb
J94.20; E254| And England who is Brittannia awoke from Death on Albions bosom
J94.21; E254| She awoke pale & cold she fainted seven times on the Body of Albion
J94.22; E254| O pitious Sleep O pitious Dream! O God O God awake I have slain
J94.23; E254| In Dreams of Chastity & Moral Law I have Murdered Albion! Ah!
J94.24; E254| In Stone-henge & on London Stone & in the Oak Groves of Malden
J94.25; E254| I have Slain him in my Sleep with the Knife of the Druid O England
J94.26; E254| O all ye Nations of the Earth behold ye the Jealous Wife
J94.27; E254| The Eagle & the Wolf & Monkey & Owl & the King & Priest were there t336
J95.5; E255| The Breath Divine went forth over the morning hills Albion rose
J95.6; E255| In anger: the wrath of God breaking bright flaming on all sides around
J95.7; E255| His awful limbs: into the Heavens he walked clothed in flames
J95.8; E255| Loud thundring, with broad flashes of flaming lightning & pillars
J95.9; E255| Of fire, speaking the Words of Eternity in Human Forms, in direful
J95.10; E255| Revolutions of Action & Passion, thro the Four Elements on all sides
J95.11; E255| Surrounding his awful Members. Thou seest the Sun in heavy clouds
J95.12; E255| Struggling to rise above the Mountains. in his burning hand
J95.13; E255| He takes his Bow, then chooses out his arrows of flaming gold
J95.14; E255| Murmuring the Bowstring breathes with ardor! clouds roll around the
J95.15; E255| Horns of the wide Bow, loud sounding winds sport on the mountain brows
J95.16; E255| Compelling Urizen to his Furrow; & Tharmas to his Sheepfold;
J95.17; E255| And Luvah to his Loom: Urthona he beheld mighty labouring at
J95.18; E255| His Anvil, in the Great Spectre Los unwearied labouring & weeping
J95.19; E255| Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthonas Spectre in songs
J95.20; E255| Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble.
J95.21; E255| As the Sun & Moon lead forward the Visions of Heaven & Earth
J95.22; E255| England who is Brittannia enterd Albions bosom rejoicing,
J95.23; E255| Rejoicing in his indignation! adoring his wrathful rebuke.
J95.24; E255| She who adores not your frowns will only loathe your smiles
J96.3; E255| Then Jesus appeared standing by Albion as the Good Shepherd
J96.4; E255| By the lost Sheep that he hath found & Albion knew that it
J96.5; E255| Was the Lord the Universal Humanity, & Albion saw his Form
J96.6; E255| A Man. & they conversed as Man with Man, in Ages of Eternity
J96.7; E255| And the Divine Appearance was the likeness & similitude of Los
J96.8; E255| Albion said. O Lord what can I do! my Selfhood cruel
J96.9; E255| Marches against thee deceitful from Sinai & from Edom
J96.10; E255| Into the Wilderness of Judah to meet thee in his pride
J96.11; E255| I behold the Visions of my deadly Sleep of Six Thousand Years
J96.12; E255| Dazling around thy skirts like a Serpent of precious stones & gold
J96.13; E255| I know it is my Self. O my Divine Creator & Redeemer
J96.14; E255| Jesus replied Fear not Albion unless I die thou canst not live
J96.15; E255| But if I die I shall arise again & thou with me
J96.16; E255| This is Friendship & Brotherhood without it Man Is Not
J96.17; E255| So Jesus spoke! the Covering Cherub coming on in darkness
J96.18; E255| Overshadowd them & Jesus said Thus do Men in Eternity
J96.19; E255| One for another to put off by forgiveness, every sin
J96.20; E256| Albion replyd. Cannot Man exist without Mysterious
J96.21; E256| Offering of Self for Another, is this Friendship & Brotherhood
J96.22; E256| I see thee in the likeness & similitude of Los my Friend
J96.23; E256| Jesus said. Wouldest thou love one who never died
J96.24; E256| For thee or ever die for one who had not died for thee
J96.25; E256| And if God dieth not for Man & giveth not himself
J96.26; E256| Eternally for Man Man could not exist. for Man is Love:
J96.27; E256| As God is Love: every kindness to another is a little Death
J96.28; E256| In the Divine Image nor can Man exist but by Brotherhood
J96.29; E256| So saying. the Cloud overshadowing divided them asunder
J96.30; E256| Albion stood in terror: not for himself but for his Friend
J96.31; E256| Divine, & Self was lost in the contemplation of faith
J96.32; E256| And wonder at the Divine Mercy & at Los's sublime honour
J96.35; E256| So Albion spoke & threw himself into the Furnaces of affliction
J96.36; E256| All was a Vision, all a Dream: the Furnaces became
J96.37; E256| Fountains of Living Waters Howing from the Humanity Divine
J96.38; E256| And all the Cities of Albion rose from their Slumbers, and All
J96.39; E256| The Sons & Daughters of Albion on soft clouds Waking from Sleep
J96.40; E256| Soon all around remote the Heavens burnt with flaming fires
J96.41; E256| And Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona arose into
J96.42; E256| Albions Bosom: Then Albion stood before Jesus in the Clouds
J96.43; E256| Of Heaven Fourfold among the Visions of God in Eternity
J97.1; E256| Awake! Awake Jerusalem! O lovely Emanation of Albion
J97.2; E256| Awake and overspread all Nations as in Ancient Time
J97.3; E256| For lo! the Night of Death is past and the Eternal Day
J97.4; E256| Appears upon our Hills: Awake Jerusalem, and come away
J97.5; E256| So spake the Vision of Albion & in him so spake in my hearing
J97.6; E256| The Universal Father. Then Albion stretchd his hand into Infinitude.
J97.7; E256| And took his Bow. Fourfold the Vision for bright beaming Urizen
J97.8; E256| Layd his hand on the South & took a breathing Bow of carved Gold
J97.9; E256| Luvah his hand stretch'd to the East & bore a Silver Bow bright shining
J97.10; E256| Tharmas Westward a Bow of Brass pure flaming richly wrought
J97.11; E256| Urthona Northward in thick storms a Bow of Iron terrible thundering.
J97.12; E256| And the Bow is a Male & Female & the Quiver of the Arrows of Love,
J97.13; E256| Are the Children of this Bow: a Bow of Mercy & Loving-kindness: laying
J97.14; E256| Open the hidden Heart in Wars of mutual Benevolence Wars of Love
J97.15; E256| And the Hand of Man grasps firm between the Male & Female Loves
J97.16; E256| And he Clothed himself in Bow & Arrows in awful state Fourfold
J97.17; E256| In the midst of his Twenty-eight Cities each with his Bow breathing
J98.1; E257| Then each an Arrow flaming from his Quiver fitted carefully
J98.2; E257| They drew fourfold the unreprovable String, bending thro the wide Heavens
J98.3; E257| The horned Bow Fourfold, loud sounding flew the flaming Arrow fourfold
J98.4; E257| Murmuring the Bow-string breathes with ardor. Clouds roll round the horns
J98.5; E257| Of the wide Bow, loud sounding Winds sport on the Mountains brows:
J98.6; E257| The Druid Spectre was Annihilate loud thundring rejoicing terrific vanishing
J98.7; E257| Fourfold Annihilation & at the clangor of the Arrows of Intellect
J98.8; E257| The innumerable Chariots of the Almighty appeard in Heaven
J98.9; E257| And Bacon & Newton & Locke, & Milton & Shakspear & Chaucer
J98.10; E257| A Sun of blood red wrath surrounding heaven on all sides around
J98.11; E257| Glorious incompreh[en]sible by Mortal Man & each Chariot was Sexual Threefold
J98.12; E257| And every Man stood Fourfold, each Four Faces had. One to the West
J98.13; E257| One toward the East One to the South One to the North. the Horses Fourfold
J98.14; E257| And the dim Chaos brightend beneath, above, around! Eyed as the Peacock
J98.15; E257| According to the Human Nerves of Sensation, the Four Rivers of the Water of Life
J98.16; E257| South stood the Nerves of the Eye. East in Rivers of bliss the Nerves of the
J98.17; E257| Expansive Nostrils West, flowd the Parent Sense the Tongue. North stood
J98.18; E257| The labyrinthine Ear. Circumscribing & Circumcising the excrementitious
J98.19; E257| Husk & Covering into Vacuum evaporating revealing the lineaments of Man
J98.20; E257| Driving outward the Body of Death in an Eternal Death & Resurrection
J98.21; E257| Awaking it to Life among the Flowers of Beulah rejoicing in Unity
J98.22; E257| In the Four Senses in the Outline the Circumference & Form, for ever
J98.23; E257| In Forgiveness of Sins which is Self Annihilation. it is the Covenant of Jehovah
J98.24; E257| The Four Living Creatures Chariots of Humanity Divine Incomprehensible
J98.25; E257| In beautiful Paradises expand These are the Four Rivers of Paradise
J98.26; E257| And the Four Faces of Humanity fronting the Four Cardinal Points
J98.27; E257| Of Heaven going forward forward irresistible from Eternity to Eternity
J98.30; E258| In new Expanses, creating exemplars of Memory and of Intellect
J98.31; E258| Creating Space, Creating Time according to the wonders Divine
J98.32; E258| Of Human Imagination, throughout all the Three Regions immense
J98.33; E258| Of Childhood, Manhood & Old Age[;] & the all tremendous unfathomable Non Ens
J98.34; E258| Of Death was seen in regenerations terrific or complacent varying t339
J98.35; E258| According to the subject of discourse & every Word & Every Character
J98.36; E258| Was Human according to the Expansion or Contraction, the Translucence or
J98.37; E258| Opakeness of Nervous fibres such was the variation of Time & Space
J98.38; E258| Which vary according as the Organs of Perception vary & they walked
J98.39; E258| To & fro in Eternity as One Man reflecting each in each & clearly seen
J98.40; E258| And seeing: according to fitness & order. And I heard Jehovah speak
J98.41; E258| Terrific from his Holy Place & saw the Words of the Mutual Covenant Divine
J98.42; E258| On Chariots of gold & jewels with Living Creatures starry & flaming
J98.43; E258| With every Colour, Lion, Tyger, Horse, Elephant, Eagle Dove, Fly, Worm,
J98.44; E258| And the all wondrous Serpent clothed in gems & rich array Humanize
J98.45; E258| In the Forgiveness of Sins according to the Covenant of Jehovah. They Cry t340
J98.46; E258| Where is the Covenant of Priam, the Moral Virtues of the Heathen
J98.47; E258| Where is the Tree of Good & Evil that rooted beneath the cruel heel
J98.48; E258| Of Albions Spectre the Patriarch Druid! where are all his Human Sacrifices t341
J98.49; E258| For Sin in War & in the Druid Temples of the Accuser of Sin: beneath
J98.50; E258| The Oak Groves of Albion that coverd the whole Earth beneath his Spectre
J98.51; E258| Where are the Kingdoms of the World & all their glory that grew on Desolation
J98.52; E258| The Fruit of Albions Poverty Tree when the Triple Headed Gog-Magog Giant
J98.53; E258| Of Albion Taxed the Nations into Desolation & then gave the Spectrous Oath
J98.54; E258| Such is the Cry from all the Earth from the Living Creatures of the Earth
J98.55; E258| And from the great City of Golgonooza in the Shadowy Generation
J98.56; E258| And from the Thirty-two Nations of the Earth among the Living Creatures
J99.1; E258| All Human Forms identified even Tree Metal Earth & Stone. all
J99.2; E258| Human Forms identified, living going forth & returning wearied
J99.3; E258| Into the Planetary lives of Years Months Days & Hours reposing
J99.4; E258| And then Awaking into his Bosom in the Life of Immortality.