J4header; E146| <Greek>Monos 'o Iesous </Greek>
J4halftitle; E146| Jerusalem
J4; E146| Chap: 1 [plates 4-27]
J4.1; E146| Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through
J4.2; E146| Eternal Death! and of the awaking to Eternal Life.
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
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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,
J6.1; E148| His spectre driv'n by the Starry Wheels of Albions sons, black and
J6.2; E148| Opake divided from his back; he labours and he mourns!
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!
J6.13; E149| In pain the Spectre divided: in pain of hunger and thirst:
J6.14; E149| To devour Los's Human Perfection, but when he saw that Los
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:
J8.1; E150| Rose up against me thundering from the Brook of Albions River
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.
J10.7; E152| And this is the manner of the Sons of Albion in their strength
J10.8; E152| They take the Two Contraries which are calld Qualities, with which
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
J10.20; E153| I must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Mans
J10.21; E153| I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create
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!
J12.16; E155| Such were the lamentations of the Labourers in the Furnaces!
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.
J12.43; E156| Go on, builders in hope: tho Jerusalem wanders far away,
J12.44; E156| Without the gate of Los: among the dark Satanic wheels.
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:
J13.1; E156| And that toward Eden, four, form'd of 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.
J13.15; E156| That toward Eden, eternal ice, frozen in seven folds
J13.16; E156| Of forms of death: and that toward Beulah, stone:
J13.17; E156| The seven diseases of the earth are carved terrible.
J13.18; E157| And that toward Ulro, forms of war: seven enormities:
J13.19; E157| And that toward Generation, seven generative forms.
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,
J14.1; E158| One hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.
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.
J14.15; E158| Such are the Buildings of Los! & such are the Woofs of Enitharmon!
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
J15.1; E158| And Hand & Hyle rooted into Jerusalem by a fibre
J15.2; E158| Of strong revenge & Skofeld Vegetated by Reubens Gate
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
J16.52; E160| And the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland, divided in the Gates
J16.53; E160| Of Reuben Kincard Haddntn Forfar, Simeon Ayr Argyll Banff
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.
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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:
J17.27; E162| Cruel hipocrisy unlike the lovely delusions of Beulah:
J17.28; E162| And cruel forms, unlike the merciful forms of Beulahs Night
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:
J19.1; E163| His Children exil'd from his breast pass to and fro before him
J19.2; E163| His birds are silent on his hills, flocks die beneath his branches
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
J19.46; E165| Trembling! then in one comingling in eternal tears,
J19.47; E165| Sighing to melt his Giant beauty, on the moony river.
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.
J20.11; E165| Vala replied weeping & trembling, hiding in her veil.
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.
J20.21; E165| Jerusalem answer'd with soft tears over the valleys.
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:
J20.40; E166| He made me his Bride & Wife: he gave thee to Albion.
J20.41; E166| Then was a time of love: O why is it passed away!
J20.42; E166| Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'd
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.
J22.16; E167| Albion again utterd his voice beneath the silent Moon
J22.17; E167| I brought Love into light of day to pride in chaste beauty
J22.18; E167| I brought Love into light & fancied Innocence is no more
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!
J22.25; E167| Then Albion turnd his face toward Jerusalem & spoke
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
ED; E167| 21:44 warshipped] perhaps a scribal error for "worshipped"; but see textual
ED; E167| note.
J22.31; E168| For I see Luvah whom I slew. I behold him in my Spectre
J22.32; E168| As I behold Jerusalem in thee O Vala dark and cold
J22.33; E168| Jerusalem then stretchd her hand toward the Moon & spoke
J22.34; E168| Why should Punishment Weave the Veil with Iron Wheels of War
J22.35; E168| When Forgiveness might it Weave with Wings of Cherubim
J22.36; E168| Loud groand Albion from mountain to mountain & replied
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
J25.1; E170| And there was heard a great lamenting in Beulah: all the Regions
J25.2; E170| Of Beulah were moved as the tender bowels are moved: & they said:
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.
J26; E171| SUCH VISIONS HAVE APPEARD TO ME
J26; E171| AS I MY ORDERD RACE HAVE RUN
J26; E171| JERUSALEM IS NAMED LIBERTY
J26; E171| AMONG THE SONS OF ALBION
"To the Jews" [plate 27]