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MILTON
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a Poem in 2 Books
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The Author & Printer W Blake 1804
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To justify the Ways of God to Men
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Preface. t212
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The Stolen and Perverted Writings of Homer & Ovid: of Plato &
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Cicero. which all Men ought to contemn: are set up by artifice
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against the Sublime of the Bible. but when the New Age is at
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leisure to Pronounce; all will be set right: & those Grand Works
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of the more ancient & consciously & professedly Inspired Men,
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will hold their proper rank, & the Daughters of Memory shall
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become the Daughters of Inspiration. Shakspeare & Milton were
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both curbd by the general malady & infection from the silly Greek
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& Latin slaves of the Sword.
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Rouze up O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads
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against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the
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Camp, the Court, & the University: who would if they could, for
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ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War. Painters! on you I
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call! Sculptors! Architects! Suffer not the fash[i]onable Fools
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to depress your powers by the prices they pretend to give for
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contemptible works or the expensive advertizing boasts that they
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make of such works; believe Christ & his Apostles that there is a
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Class of Men whose whole delight is in Destroying. We do not
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want either Greek or Roman Models if we are but just & true to
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our own Imaginations, those Worlds of Eternity in which we shall
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live for ever; in Jesus our Lord.
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And did those feet in ancient time,
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Walk upon Englands mountains green:
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And was the holy Lamb of God,
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On Englands pleasant pastures seen!
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And did the Countenance Divine,
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Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
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And was Jerusalem builded here,
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Among these dark Satanic Mills?
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Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
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Bring me my Arrows of desire:
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Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
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Bring me my Chariot of fire!
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I will not cease from Mental Fight,
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Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:
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Till we have built Jerusalem,
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In Englands green & pleasant Land.
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Would to God that all the Lords people were Prophets.
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Numbers. XI. ch 29 v.
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MILTON
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Book the First
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Daughters of Beulah! Muses who inspire the Poets Song
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Record the journey of immortal Milton thro' your Realms
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Of terror & mild moony lustre, in soft sexual delusions
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Of varied beauty, to delight the wanderer and repose
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His burning thirst & freezing hunger! Come into my hand
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By your mild power; descending down the Nerves of my right arm
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From out the Portals of my Brain, where by your ministry
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The Eternal Great Humanity Divine. planted his Paradise,
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And in it caus'd the Spectres of the Dead to take sweet forms
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In likeness of himself. Tell also of the False Tongue! vegetated
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Beneath your land of shadows: of its sacrifices. and
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Its offerings; even till Jesus, the image of the Invisible God
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Became its prey; a curse, an offering, and an atonement,
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For Death Eternal in the heavens of Albion, & before the Gates
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Of Jerusalem his Emanation, in the heavens beneath Beulah
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Say first! what mov'd Milton, who walkd about in Eternity
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One hundred years, pondring the intricate mazes of Providence
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Unhappy tho in heav'n, he obey'd, he murmur'd not. he was silent
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Viewing his Sixfold Emanation scatter'd thro' the deep
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In torment! To go into the deep her to redeem & himself perish?
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What cause at length mov'd Milton to this unexampled deed[?]
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A Bards prophetic Song! for sitting at eternal tables,
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Terrific among the Sons of Albion in chorus solemn & loud
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A Bard broke forth! all sat attentive to the awful man.
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Mark well my words! they are of your eternal salvation:
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Three Classes are Created by the Hammer of Los, & Woven
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By Enitharmons Looms when Albion was slain upon his Mountains
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And in his Tent, thro envy of Living Form, even of the Divine Vision
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And of the sports of Wisdom in the Human Imagination
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Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever.
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Mark well my words. they are of your eternal salvation:
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Urizen lay in darkness & solitude, in chains of the mind lock'd up
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Los siezd his Hammer & Tongs; he labourd at his resolute Anvil
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Among indefinite Druid rocks & snows of doubt & reasoning.
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Refusing all Definite Form, the Abstract Horror roofd. stony hard.
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And a first Age passed over & a State of dismal woe:
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Down sunk with fright a red round Globe hot burning. deep
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Deep down into the Abyss. panting: conglobing: trembling
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And a second Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
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Rolling round into two little Orbs & closed in two little Caves
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The Eyes beheld the Abyss: lest bones of solidness freeze over all
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And a third Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
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From beneath his Orbs of Vision, Two Ears in close volutions
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Shot spiring out in the deep darkness & petrified as they grew
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And a fourth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
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Hanging upon the wind, Two Nostrils bent down into the Deep
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And a fifth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
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In ghastly torment sick, a Tongue of hunger & thirst flamed out
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And a sixth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.
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Enraged & stifled without & within: in terror & woe, he threw
his
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Right Arm to the north, his left Arm to the south, & his Feet
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Stampd the nether Abyss in trembling & howling & dismay
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And a seventh Age passed over & a State of dismal woe
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Terrified Los stood in the Abyss & his immortal limbs
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Grew deadly pale; he became what he beheld: for a red
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Round Globe sunk down from his Bosom into the Deep in pangs
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He hoverd over it trembling & weeping. suspended it shook
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The nether Abyss in tremblings. he wept over it, he cherish'd it
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In deadly sickening pain: till separated into a Female pale
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As the cloud that brings the snow: all the while from his Back
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A blue fluid exuded in Sinews hardening in the Abyss
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Till it separated into a Male Form howling in Jealousy
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Within labouring. beholding Without: from Particulars to Generals
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Subduing his Spectre, they Builded the Looms of Generation
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They Builded Great Golgonooza Times on Times Ages on Ages
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First Orc was Born then the Shadowy Female: then All Los's Family
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At last Enitharmon brought forth Satan Refusing Form, in vain
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The Miller of Eternity made subservient to the Great Harvest
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That he may go to his own Place Prince of the Starry Wheels
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Beneath the Plow of Rintrah & the harrow of the Almighty
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In the hands of Palamabron. Where the Starry Mills of Satan
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Are built beneath the Earth & Waters of the Mundane Shell
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Here the Three Classes of Men take their Sexual texture Woven
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The Sexual is Threefold: the Human is Fourfold.
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If you account it Wisdom when you are angry to be silent, and
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Not to shew it: I do not account that Wisdom but Folly.
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Every Mans Wisdom is peculiar to his own Individ[u]ality
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O Satan my youngest born, art thou not Prince of the Starry Hosts
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And of the Wheels of Heaven, to turn the Mills day & night?
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Art thou not Newtons Pantocrator weaving the Woof of Locke
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To Mortals thy Mills seem every thing & the Harrow of Shaddai
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A scheme of Human conduct invisible & incomprehensible
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Get to thy Labours at the Mills & leave me to my wrath.
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Satan was going to reply, but Los roll'd his loud thunders.
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Anger me not! thou canst not drive the Harrow in pitys paths.
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Thy Work is Eternal Death, with Mills & Ovens & Cauldrons.
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Trouble me no more. thou canst not have Eternal Life
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So Los spoke! Satan trembling obeyd weeping along the way.
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Mark well my words, they are of your eternal Salvation
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Between South Molton Street & Stratford Place: Calvarys foot
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Where the Victims were preparing for Sacrifice their Cherubim
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Around their loins pourd forth their arrows & their bosoms beam
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With all colours of precious stones, & their inmost palaces
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Resounded with preparation of animals wild & tame
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(Mark well my words! Corporeal Friends are Spiritual Enemies)
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Mocking Druidical Mathematical Proportion of Length Bredth Highth
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Displaying Naked Beauty! with Flute & Harp & Song
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Palamabron with the fiery Harrow in morning returning
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From breathing fields. Satan fainted beneath the artillery
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Christ took on Sin in the Virgins Womb, & put it off on the Cross
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All pitied the piteous & was wrath with the wrathful & Los heard
it.
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And this is the manner of the Daughters of Albion in their beauty
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Every one is threefold in Head & Heart & Reins, & every one
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Has three Gates into the Three Heavens of Beulah which shine
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Translucent in their Foreheads & their Bosoms & their Loins
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Surrounded with fires unapproachable: but whom they please
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They take up into their Heavens in intoxicating delight
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For the Elect cannot be Redeemd, but Created continually
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By Offering & Atonement in the crue[l]ties of Moral Law
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Hence the three Classes of Men take their fix'd destinations
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They are the Two Contraries & the Reasoning Negative.
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While the Females prepare the Victims. the Males at Furnaces
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And Anvils dance the dance of tears & pain. loud lightnings
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Lash on their limbs as they turn the whirlwinds loose upon
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The Furnaces, lamenting around the Anvils & this their Song[:]
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Ah weak & wide astray! Ah shut in narrow doleful form
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Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground
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The Eye of Man a little narrow orb closd up & dark
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Scarcely beholding the great light conversing with the Void
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The Ear, a little shell in small volutions shutting out
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All melodies & comprehending only Discord and Harmony
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The Tongue a little moisture fills, a little food it cloys
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A little sound it utters & its cries are faintly heard
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Then brings forth Moral Virtue the cruel Virgin Babylon
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Can such an Eye judge of the stars? & looking thro its tubes
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Measure the sunny rays that point their spears on Udanadan
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Can such an Ear filld with the vapours of the yawning pit.
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Judge of the pure melodious harp struck by a hand divine?
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Can such closed Nostrils feel a joy? or tell of autumn fruits
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When grapes & figs burst their covering to the joyful air
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Can such a Tongue boast of the living waters? or take in
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Ought but the Vegetable Ratio & loathe the faint delight
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Can such gross Lips percieve? alas! folded within themselves
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They touch not ought but pallid turn & tremble at every wind
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Thus they sing Creating the Three Classes among Druid Rocks
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Charles calls on Milton for Atonement. Cromwell is ready
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James calls for fires in Golgonooza. for heaps of smoking ruins
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In the night of prosperity and wantonness which he himself Created
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Among the Daughters of Albion among the Rocks of the Druids
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When Satan fainted beneath the arrows of Elynittria
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And Mathematic Proportion was subdued by Living Proportion
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From Golgonooza the spiritual Four-fold London eternal
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In immense labours & sorrows, ever building, ever falling,
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Thro Albions four Forests which overspread all the Earth,
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From London Stone to Blackheath east: to Hounslow west:
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To Finchley north: to Norwood south: and the weights
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Of Enitharmons Loom play lulling cadences on the winds of Albion
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From Caithness in the north, to Lizard-point & Dover in the south
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Loud sounds the Hammer of Los, & loud his Bellows is heard
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Before London to Hampsteads breadths & Highgates heights To
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Stratford & old Bow: & across to the Gardens of Kensington
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On Tyburns Brook: loud groans Thames beneath the iron Forge
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Of Rintrah & Palamabron of Theotorm[on] & Bromion, to forge the
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Of Harvest: the Plow & Harrow to pass over the Nations
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The Surrey hills glow like the clinkers of the furnace: Lambeths Vale
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Where Jerusalems foundations began; where they were laid in ruins
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Where they were laid in ruins from every Nation & Oak Groves rooted
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Dark gleams before the Furnace-mouth a heap of burning ashes
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When shall Jerusalem return & overspread all the Nations
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Return: return to Lambeths Vale O building of human souls
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Thence stony Druid Temples overspread the Island white
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And thence from Jerusalems ruins.. from her walls of salvation
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And praise: thro the whole Earth were reard from Ireland
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To Mexico & Peru west, & east to China & Japan; till Babel
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The Spectre of Albion frownd over the Nations in glory & war
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All things begin & end in Albions ancient Druid rocky shore
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But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion
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Loud sounds the Hammer of Los, loud turn the Wheels of Enitharmon
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Her Looms vibrate with soft affections, weaving the Web of Life
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Out from the ashes of the Dead; Los lifts his iron Ladles
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With molten ore: he heaves the iron cliffs in his rattling chains
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From Hyde Park to the Alms-houses of Mile-end & old Bow
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Here the Three Classes of Mortal Men take their fixd destinations
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And hence they overspread the Nations of the whole Earth & hence
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The Web of Life is woven: & the tender sinews of life created
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The first, The Elect from before the foundation of the World:
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The second, The Redeem'd. The Third, The Reprobate & form'd
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To destruction from the mothers womb: follow with me my plow!
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Of the first class was Satan: with incomparable mildness;
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His primitive tyrannical attempts on Los: with most endearing love
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He soft intreated Los to give to him Palamabrons station;
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For Palamabron returnd with labour wearied every evening
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Palamabron oft refus'd; and as often Satan offer'd
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His service till by repeated offers and repeated intreaties
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Los gave to him the Harrow of the Almighty; alas blamable
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Palamabron. fear'd to be angry lest Satan should accuse him of
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Ingratitude, & Los believe the accusation thro Satans extreme
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Mildness. Satan labour'd all day. it was a thousand years
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In the evening returning terrified overlabourd & astonish'd
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Embrac'd soft with a brothers tears Palamabron, who also wept
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Mark well my words! they are of your eternal salvation
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Next morning Palamabron rose: the horses of the Harrow
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Were maddend with tormenting fury, & the servants of the Harrow
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The Gnomes, accus'd Satan, with indignation fury and fire.
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Then Palamabron reddening like the Moon in an eclipse,
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Spoke saying, You know Satans mildness and his self-imposition,
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Seeming a brother, being a tyrant, even thinking himself a brother
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While he is murdering the just; prophetic I behold
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His future course thro' darkness and despair to eternal death
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But we must not be tyrants also! he hath assum'd my place
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For one whole day, under pretence of pity and love to me:
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My horses hath he maddend! and my fellow servants injur'd:
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How should he[,] he[,] know the duties of another? O foolish forbearance
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Would I had told Los, all my heart! but patience O my friends.
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All may be well: silent remain, while I call Los and Satan.
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Loud as the wind of Beulah that unroots the rocks & hills
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Palamabron call'd! and Los & Satan came before him
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And Palamabron shew'd the horses & the servants. Satan wept,
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And mildly cursing Palamabron, him accus'd of crimes
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Himself had wrought. Los trembled; Satans blandishments almost
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Perswaded the Prophet of Eternity that Palamabron
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Was Satans enemy, & that the Gnomes being Palamabron's friends
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Were leagued together against Satan thro' ancient enmity.
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What could Los do? how could be judge, when Satans self, believ'd
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That he had not oppres'd the horses of the Harrow, nor the servants.
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So Los said, Henceforth Palamabron, let each his own station
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Keep: nor in pity false, nor in officious brotherhood, where
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None needs, be active. Mean time Palamabrons horses.
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Rag'd with thick flames redundant, & the Harrow maddend with fury.
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Trembling Palamabron stood, the strongest of Demons trembled:
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Curbing his living creatures; many of the strongest Gnomes,
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hey bit in their wild fury, who also maddend like wildest beasts
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Mark well my words; they are of your eternal salvation
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Mean while wept Satan before Los, accusing Palamabron;
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Himself exculpating with mildest speech. for himself believ'd
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That he had not opress'd nor injur'd the refractory servants.
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But Satan returning to his Mills (for Palamabron had serv'd
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The Mills of Satan as the easier task) found all confusion
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And back return'd to Los, not fill'd with vengeance but with tears,
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Himself convinc'd of Palamabrons turpitude. Los beheld
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The servants of the Mills drunken with wine and dancing wild
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With shouts and Palamabrons songs, rending the forests green
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With ecchoing confusion, tho' the Sun was risen on high.
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Then Los took off his left sandal placing it on his head,
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Signal of solemn mourning: when the servants of the Mills
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Beheld the signal they in silence stood, tho' drunk with wine.
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Los wept! But Rintrah also came, and Enitharmon on
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His arm lean'd tremblingly observing all these things
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And Los said. Ye Genii of the Mills! the Sun is on high
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Your labours call you! Palamabron is also in sad dilemma;
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His horses are mad! his Harrow confounded! his companions enrag'd.
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Mine is the fault! I should have remember'd that pity divides the soul
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And man, unmans: follow with me my Plow. this mournful day
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Must be a blank in Nature: follow with me, and tomorrow again
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Resume your labours, & this day shall be a mournful day
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Wildly they follow'd Los and Rintrah, & the Mills were silent
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They mourn'd all day this mournful day of Satan & Palamabron:
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And all the Elect & all the Redeem'd mourn'd one toward another
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Upon the mountains of Albion among the cliffs of the Dead.
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They Plow'd in tears! incessant pourd Jehovahs rain, & Molechs
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Thick fires contending with the rain, thunder'd above rolling
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Terrible over their heads; Satan wept over Palamabron
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Theotormon & Bromion contended on the side of Satan
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Pitying his youth and beauty; trembling at eternal death:
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Michael contended against Satan in the rolling thunder
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Thulloh the friend of Satan also reprovd him; faint their reproof.
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But Rintrah who is of the reprobate: of those form'd to destruction
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In indignation. for Satans soft dissimulation of friendship!
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Flam'd above all the plowed furrows, angry red and furious,
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Till Michael sat down in the furrow weary dissolv'd in tears
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Satan who drave the team beside him, stood angry & red
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He smote Thulloh & slew him, & he stood terrible over Michael
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Urging him to arise: he wept! Enitharmon saw his tears
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But Los hid Thulloh from her sight, lest she should die of grief
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She wept: she trembled! she kissed Satan; she wept over Michael
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She form'd a Space for Satan & Michael & for the poor infected[.]
M8.44; E102|
Trembling she wept over the Space, & clos'd it with a tender Moon
M8.45; E102|
Los secret buried Thulloh, weeping disconsolate over the moony Space
M8.46; E102|
But Palamabron called down a Great Solemn Assembly,
M8.47; E102|
That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelled to
M8.48; E102|
Defend a Lie, that he may be snared & caught & taken
M9.1; E102|
And all Eden descended into Palamabrons tent
M9.2; E102|
Among Albions Druids & Bards, in the caves beneath Albions
M9.3; E102|
Death Couch, in the caverns of death, in the corner of the Atlantic.
M9.4; E102|
And in the midst of the Great Assembly Palamabron pray'd:
M9.5; E102|
O God protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me
M9.6; E102|
Thou hast giv'n me power to protect myself from my bitterest enemies.
M9.7; E102|
Mark well my words, they are of your eternal salvation
M9.8; E103|
Then rose the Two Witnesses, Rintrah & Palamabron:
M9.9; E103|
And Palamabron appeal'd to all Eden, and recievd
M9.10; E103|
Judgment: and Lo! it fell on Rintrah and his rage:
M9.11; E103|
Which now flam'd high & furious in Satan against Plamabron
M9.12; E103|
Till it became a proverb in Eden. Satan is among the Reprobate.
M9.13; E103|
Los in his wrath curs'd heaven & earth, he rent up Nations
M9.14; E103|
Standing on Albions rocks among high-reard Druid temples
M9.15; E103|
Which reach the stars of heaven & stretch from pole to pole.
M9.16; E103|
He displacd continents, the oceans fled before his face
M9.17; E103|
He alter'd the poles of the world, east, west & north & south
M9.18; E103|
But he clos'd up Enitharmon from the sight of all these things
M9.19; E103|
For Satan flaming with Rintrahs fury hidden beneath his own mildness
M9.20; E103|
Accus'd Palamabron before the Assembly of ingratitude! of malice:
M9.21; E103|
He created Seven deadly Sins drawing out his infernal scroll,
M9.22; E103|
Of Moral laws and cruel punishments upon the clouds of Jehovah
M9.23; E103|
To pervert the Divine voice in its entrance to the earth
M9.24; E103|
With thunder of war & trumpets sound, with armies of disease
M9.25; E103|
Punishments & deaths musterd & number'd; Saying I am God alone
M9.26; E103|
There is no other! let all obey my principles of moral individuality
M9.27; E103|
I have brought them from the uppermost innermost recesses
M9.28; E103|
Of my Eternal Mind, transgressors I will rend off for ever,
M9.29; E103|
As now I rend this accursed Family from my covering.
M9.30; E103|
Thus Satan rag'd amidst the Assembly! and his bosom grew
M9.31; E103|
Opake against the Divine Vision: the paved terraces of
M9.32; E103|
His bosom inwards shone with fires, but the stones becoming opake!
M9.33; E103|
Hid him from sight, in an extreme blackness and darkness,
M9.34; E103|
And there a World of deeper Ulro was open'd, in the midst
M9.35; E103|
Of the Assembly. In Satans bosom a vast unfathomable Abyss.
M9.36; E103|
Astonishment held the Assembly in an awful silence: and tears
M9.37; E103|
Fell down as dews of night, & a loud solemn universal groan
M9.38; E103|
Was utter'd from the east & from the west & from the south
M9.39; E103|
And from the north; and Satan stood opake immeasurable
M9.40; E103|
Covering the east with solid blackness, round his hidden heart
M9.41; E103|
With thunders utterd from his hidden wheels: accusing loud
M9.42; E103|
The Divine Mercy, for protecting Palamabron in his tent.
M9.43; E103|
Rintrah rear'd up walls of rocks and pourd rivers & moats
M9.44; E103|
Of fire round the walls: columns of fire guard around
M9.45; E103|
Between Satan and Palamabron in the terrible darkness.
M9.46; E103|
And Satan not having the Science of Wrath, but only of Pity:
M9.47; E103|
Rent them asunder, and wrath was left to wrath, & pity to pity.
M9.48; E103|
He sunk down a dreadful Death, unlike the slumbers of Beulah
M9.49; E104|
The Separation was terrible: the Dead was repos'd on his Couch
M9.50; E104|
Beneath the Couch of Albion, on the seven mou[n]tains of Rome
M9.51; E104|
In the whole place of the Covering Cherub, Rome Babylon & Tyre.
M9.52; E104|
His Spectre raging furious descended into its Space
M10.1; E104|
Then Los & Enitharmon knew that Satan is Urizen t224
M10.2; E104|
Drawn down by Orc & the Shadowy Female into Generation
M10.3; E104|
Oft Enitharmon enterd weeping into the Space, there appearing
M10.4; E104|
An aged Woman raving along the Streets (the Space is named
M10.5; E104|
Canaan) then she returnd to Los weary frighted as from dreams
M10.6; E104|
The nature of a Female Space is this: it shrinks the Organs
M10.7; E104|
Of Life till they become Finite & Itself seems Infinite.
t225
M10.8; E104|
And Satan vibrated in the immensity of the Space! Limited
M10.9; E104|
To those without but Infinite to those within: it fell down and
M10.10; E104|
Became Canaan: closing Los from Eternity in Albions Cliffs
M10.11; E104|
A mighty Fiend against the Divine Humanity mustring to War
M10.12; E104|
Satan! Ah me! is gone to his own place, said Los! their God
M10.13; E104|
I will not worship in their Churches, nor King in their Theatres
M10.14; E104|
Elynittria! whence is this jealousy running along the mountains
M10.15; E104|
British Women were not Jealous when Greek & Roman were Jealous
M10.16; E104|
Every thing in Eternity shines by its own Internal light: but thou
M10.17; E104|
Darkenest every Internal light with the arrows of thy quiver
M10.18; E104|
Bound up in the horns of jealousy to a deadly fading Moon
M10.19; E104|
And Ocalythron binds the Sun into a Jealous Globe
M10.20; E104|
That every thing is fixd Opake without Internal light
M10.21; E104|
So Los lamented over Satan, who triumphant divided the Nations
M11.1; E104|
He set his face against Jerusalem to destroy the Eon of Albion
M11.2; E104|
But Los hid Enitharmon from the sight of all these things,
M11.3; E104|
Upon the Thames whose lulling harmony repos'd her soul:
M11.4; E104|
Where Beulah lovely terminates in rocky Albion:
M11.5; E104|
Terminating in Hyde Park, on Tyburns awful brook.
M11.6; E104|
And the Mills of Satan were separated into a moony Space
M11.7; E104|
Among the rocks of Albions Temples, and Satans Druid sons
M11.8; E104|
Offer the Human Victims throughout all the Earth, and Albions
M11.9; E104|
Dread Tomb immortal on his Rock, overshadowd the whole Earth:
M11.10; E104|
Where Satan making to himself Laws from his own identity.
M11.11; E104|
Compell'd others to serve him in moral gratitude & submission
M11.12; E104|
Being call'd God: setting himself above all that is called God.
M11.13; E104|
And all the Spectres of the Dead calling themselves Sons of God
M11.14; E104|
In his Synagogues worship Satan under the Unutterable Name
M11.15; E105|
And it was enquir'd: Why in a Great Solemn Assembly
M11.16; E105|
The Innocent should be condemn'd for the Guilty? Then an Eternal rose
M11.17; E105|
Saying. If the Guilty should be condemn'd, he must be an Eternal Death
M11.18; E105|
And one must die for another throughout all Eternity.
M11.19; E105|
Satan is fall'n from his station & never can be redeem'd
M11.20; E105|
But must be new created continually moment by moment
M11.21; E105|
And therefore the Class of Satan shall be calld the Elect, & those
M11.22; E105|
Of Rintrah. the Reprobate, & those of Palamabron the Redeem'd
M11.23; E105|
For he is redeem'd from Satans Law, the wrath falling on Rintrah,
M11.24; E105|
And therefore Palamabron dared not to call a solemn Assembly
M11.25; E105|
Till Satan had assum'd Rintrahs wrath in the day of mourning
M11.26; E105|
In a feminine delusion of false pride self-deciev'd.
M11.27; E105|
So spake the Eternal and confirm'd it with a thunderous oath
M11.28; E105|
But when Leutha a Daughter of Beulah) beheld Satans condemnation
M11.29; E105|
She down descended into the midst of the Great Solemn Assembly
M11.30; E105|
Offering herself a Ransom for Satan, taking on her, his Sin.
M11.31; E105|
Mark well my words. they are of your eternal salvation!
M11.32; E105|
And Leutha stood glowing with varying colours immortal, heart-piercing
M11.33; E105|
And lovely: & her moth-like elegance shone over the Assembly
M11.34; E105|
At length standing upon the golden floor of Palamabron
M11.35; E105|
She spake: I am the Author of this Sin! by my suggestion
M11.36; E105|
My Parent power Satan has committed this transgression.
M11.37; E105|
I loved Palamabron & I sought to approach his Tent,
M11.38; E105|
But beautiful Elynittria with her silver arrows repelld me.
M12.1; E105|
For her light is terrible to me. I fade before her immortal beauty.
M12.2; E105|
O wherefore doth a Dragon-form forth issue from my limbs
M12.3; E105|
To sieze her new born son? Ah me! the wretched Leutha!
M12.4; E105|
This to prevent, entering the doors of Satans brain night after night
M12.5; E105|
Like sweet perfumes I stupified the masculine perceptions
M12.6; E105|
And kept only the feminine awake, hence rose his soft
M12.7; E105|
Delusory love to Palamabron: admiration join'd with envy
M12.8; E105|
Cupidity unconquerable! my fault, when at noon of day
M12.9; E105|
The Horses of Palamabron call'd for rest and pleasant death:
M12.10; E105|
I sprang out of the breast of Satan, over the Harrow beaming
M12.11; E105|
In all my beauty! that I might unloose the flaming steeds
M12.12; E105|
As Elynittria use'd to do; but too well those living creatures
M12.13; E105|
Knew that I was not Elynittria, and they brake the traces
M12.14; E105|
But me, the servants of the Harrow saw not: but as a bow
M12.15; E105|
Of varying colours on the hills; terribly rag'd the horses.
M12.16; E106|
Satan astonishd, and with power above his own controll
M12.17; E106|
Compell'd the Gnomes to curb the horses, & to throw banks of sand
M12.18; E106|
Around the fiery flaming Harrow in labyrinthine forms.
M12.19; E106|
And brooks between to intersect the meadows in their course.
M12.20; E106|
The Harrow cast thick flames: Jehovah thunderd above:
M12.21; E106|
Chaos & ancient night fled from beneath the fiery Harrow:
M12.22; E106|
The Harrow cast thick flames & orb'd us round in concave fires
M12.23; E106|
A Hell of our own making. see, its flames still gird me round.
M12.24; E106|
Jehovah thunder'd above! Satan in pride of heart
M12.25; E106|
Drove the fierce Harrow among the constellations of Jehovah
M12.26; E106|
Drawing a third part in the fires as stubble north & south
M12.27; E106|
To devour Albion and Jerusalem the Emanation of Albion
M12.28; E106|
Driving the Harrow in Pitys paths. 'twas then, with our dark fires
M12.29; E106|
Which now gird round us (O eternal torment) I form'd the Serpent
M12.30; E106|
Of precious stones & gold turn'd poisons on the sultry wastes
M12.31; E106|
The Gnomes in all that day spar'd not; they curs'd Satan bitterly.
M12.32; E106|
To do unkind things in kindness! with power armd, to say
M12.33; E106|
The most irritating things in the midst of tears and love
M12.34; E106|
These are the stings of the Serpent! thus did we by them; till thus
M12.35; E106|
They in return retaliated, and the Living Creatures maddend.
M12.36; E106|
The Gnomes labourd. I weeping hid in Satans inmost brain;
M12.37; E106|
But when the Gnomes refus'd to labour more, with blandishments
M12.38; E106|
I came forth from the head of Satan! back the Gnomes recoil'd.
M12.39; E106|
And call'd me Sin, and for a sign portentous held me. Soon
M12.40; E106|
Day sunk and Palamabron return'd, trembling I hid myself
M12.41; E106|
In Satans inmost Palace of his nervous fine wrought Brain:
M12.42; E106|
For Elynittria met Satan with all her singing women.
M12.43; E106|
Terrific in their joy & pouring wine of wildest power
M12.44; E106|
They gave Satan their wine: indignant at the burning wrath.
M12.45; E106|
Wild with prophetic fury his former life became like a dream
M12.46; E106|
Cloth'd in the Serpents folds, in selfish holiness demanding purity
M12.47; E106|
Being Most impure, self-condemn'd to eternal tears, he drove
M12.48; E106|
Me from his inmost Brain & the doors clos'd with thunders sound
M12.49; E106|
O Divine Vision who didst create the Female: to repose
M12.50; E106|
The Sleepers of Beulah: pity the repentant Leutha. My
M13.1; E106|
Sick Couch bears the dark shades of Eternal Death infolding
M13.2; E106|
The Spectre of Satan. he furious refuses to repose in sleep
M13.3; E106|
I humbly bow in all my Sin before the Throne Divine.
M13.4; E106|
Not so the Sick-one; Alas what shall be done him to restore?
M13.5; E106|
Who calls the Individual Law, Holy: and despises the Saviour.
M13.6; E106|
Glorying to involve Albions Body in fires of eternal War--
M13.7; E106|
Now Leutha ceas'd: tears flow'd: but the Divine Pity supported her.
M13.8; E106|
All is my fault! We are the Spectre of Luvah the murderer.
M13.9; E106|
Of Albion: O Vala! O Luvah! O Albion! O lovely Jerusalem
M13.10; E107|
The Sin was begun in Eternity, and will not rest to Eternity
M13.11; E107|
Till two Eternitys meet together, Ah! lost! lost! lost! for ever!
M13.12; E107|
So Leutha spoke. But when she saw that Enitharmon had
M13.13; E107|
Created a New Space to protect Satan from punishment;
M13.14; E107|
She fled to Enitharmons Tent & hid herself. Loud raging
M13.15; E107|
Thundered the Assembly dark & clouded, and they ratify'd
M13.16; E107|
The kind decision of Enitharmon & gave a Time to the Space,
M13.17; E107|
Even Six Thousand years; and sent Lucifer for its Guard.
M13.18; E107|
But Lucifer refus'd to die & in pride he forsook his charge
M13.19; E107|
And they elected Molech, and when Molech was impatient
M13.20; E107|
The Divine hand found the Two Limits: first of Opacity, then of Contraction
M13.21; E107|
Opacity was named Satan, Contraction was named Adam.
M13.22; E107|
Triple Elohim came: Elohim wearied fainted: they elected Shaddai.
M13.23; E107|
Shaddai angry, Pahad descended: Pahad terrified, they sent Jehovah
M13.24; E107|
And Jehovah was leprous; loud he call'd, stretching his hand to Eternity
M13.25; E107|
For then the Body of Death was perfected in hypocritic holiness,
M13.26; E107|
Around the Lamb, a Female Tabernacle woven in Cathedrons Looms
M13.27; E107|
He died as a Reprobate. he was Punish'd as a Transgressor!
M13.28; E107|
Glory! Glory! Glory! to the Holy Lamb of God
M13.29; E107|
I touch the heavens as an instrument to glorify the Lord!
M13.30; E107|
The Elect shall meet the Redeem'd. on Albions rocks they shall meet
M13.31; E107|
Astonish'd at the Transgressor, in him beholding the Saviour.
M13.32; E107|
And the Elect shall say to the Redeemd. We behold it is of Divine
M13.33; E107|
Mercy alone! of Free Gift and Election that we live.
M13.34; E107|
Our Virtues & Cruel Goodnesses, have deserv'd Eternal Death.
M13.35; E107|
Thus they weep upon the fatal Brook of Albions River.
M13.36; E107|
But Elynittria met Leutha in the place where she was hidden.
M13.37; E107|
And threw aside her arrows, and laid down her sounding Bow;
M13.38; E107|
She sooth'd her with soft words & brought her to Palamabrons bed
M13.39; E107|
In moments new created for delusion, interwoven round about,
M13.40; E107|
In dreams she bore the shadowy Spectre of Sleep, & namd him Death.
M13.41; E107|
In dreams she bore Rahab the mother of Tirzah & her sisters
M13.42; E107|
In Lambeths vales; in Cambridge & in Oxford, places of Thought
M13.43; E107|
Intricate labyrinths of Times and Spaces unknown, that Leutha lived
M13.44; E107|
In Palamabrons Tent, and Oothoon was her charming guard.
M13.45; E107|
The Bard ceas'd. All consider'd and a loud resounding murmur
M13.46; E107|
Continu'd round the Halls; and much they question'd the immortal
M13.47; E107|
Loud voicd Bard. and many condemn'd the high tone'd Song
M13.48; E107|
Saying Pity and Love are too venerable for the imputation
M13.49; E107|
Of Guilt. Others said. It it is true! if the acts have been perform'd
M13.50; E107|
Let the Bard himself witness. Where hadst thou this terrible Song
M13.51; E107|
The Bard replied. I am Inspired! I know it is Truth! for I Sing
M14.1; E108|
According to the inspiration of the Poetic Genius
M14.2; E108|
Who is the eternal all-protecting Divine Humanity
M14.3; E108|
To whom be Glory & Power & Dominion Evermore Amen
M14.4; E108|
Then there was great murmuring in the Heavens of Albion
M14.5; E108|
Concerning Generation & the Vegetative power & concerning
M14.6; E108|
The Lamb the Saviour: Albion trembled to Italy Greece & Egypt
M14.7; E108|
To Tartary & Hindostan & China & to Great America
M14.8; E108|
Shaking the roots & fast foundations of the Earth in doubtfulness
M14.9; E108|
The loud voic'd Bard terrify'd took refuge in Miltons bosom
M14.10; E108|
Then Milton rose up from the heavens of Albion ardorous!
M14.11; E108|
The whole Assembly wept prophetic, seeing in Miltons face
M14.12; E108|
And in his lineaments divine the shades of Death & Ulro
M14.13; E108|
He took off the robe of the promise, & ungirded himself from the oath
of God
M14.14; E108|
And Milton said, I go to Eternal Death! The Nations still
M14.15; E108|
Follow after the detestable Gods of Priam; in pomp
M14.16; E108|
Of warlike selfhood, contradicting and blaspheming.
M14.17; E108|
When will the Resurrection come; to deliver the sleeping body
M14.18; E108|
From corruptibility: O when Lord Jesus wilt thou come?
M14.19; E108|
Tarry no longer; for my soul lies at the gates of death.
M14.20; E108|
I will arise and look forth for the morning of the grave.
M14.21; E108|
I will go down to the sepulcher to see if morning breaks!
M14.22; E108|
I will go down to self annihilation and eternal death,
M14.23; E108|
Lest the Last Judgment come & find me unannihilate
M14.24; E108|
And I be siez'd & giv'n into the hands of my own Selfhood
M14.25; E108|
The Lamb of God is seen thro' mists & shadows, hov'ring
M14.26; E108|
Over the sepulchers in clouds of Jehovah & winds of Elohim
M14.27; E108|
A disk of blood, distant; & heav'ns & earth's roll dark between
M14.28; E108|
What do I here before the Judgment? without my Emanation?
M14.29; E108|
With the daughters of memory, & not with the daughters of inspiration[?]
M14.30; E108|
I in my Selfhood am that Satan: I am that Evil One!
M14.31; E108|
He is my Spectre! in my obedience to loose him from my Hells
M14.32; E108|
To claim the Hells, my Furnaces, I go to Eternal Death.
M14.33; E108|
And Milton said. I go to Eternal Death! Eternity shudder'd
M14.34; E108|
For he took the outside course, among the graves of the dead
M14.35; E108|
A mournful shade. Eternity shudderd at the image of eternal death
M14.36; E108|
Then on the verge of Beulah he beheld his own Shadow;
M14.37; E108|
A mournful form double; hermaphroditic: male & female
M14.38; E108|
In one wonderful body. and he enterd into it
M14.39; E108|
In direful pain for the dread shadow, twenty-seven-fold
M14.40; E109|
Reachd to the depths of direst Hell, & thence to Albions land:
M14.41; E109|
Which is this earth of vegetation on which now I write,
M14.42; E109|
The Seven Angels of the Presence wept over Miltons Shadow!
M15.1; E109|
As when a man dreams, he reflects not that his body sleeps,
M15.2; E109|
Else he would wake; so seem'd he entering his Shadow: but
M15.3; E109|
With him the Spirits of the Seven Angels of the Presence
M15.4; E109|
Entering; they gave him still perceptions of his Sleeping Body;
M15.5; E109|
Which now arose and walk'd with them in Eden, as an Eighth
M15.6; E109|
Image Divine tho' darken'd; and tho walking as one walks
M15.7; E109|
In sleep; and the Seven comforted and supported him.
M15.8; E109|
Like as a Polypus that vegetates beneath the deep!
M15.9; E109|
They saw his Shadow vegetated underneath the Couch
M15.10; E109|
Of death: for when he enterd into his Shadow: Himself:
M15.11; E109|
His real and immortal Self: was as appeard to those
M15.12; E109|
Who dwell in immortality, as One sleeping on a couch
M15.13; E109|
Of gold; and those in immortality gave forth their Emanations
M15.14; E109|
Like Females of sweet beauty, to guard round him & to feed
M15.15; E109|
His lips with food of Eden in his cold and dim repose!
M15.16; E109|
But to himself he seemd a wanderer lost in dreary night.
M15.17; E109|
Onwards his Shadow kept its course among the Spectres; call'd
M15.18; E109|
Satan, but swift as lightning passing them, startled the shades
M15.19; E109|
Of Hell beheld him in a trail of light as of a comet
M15.20; E109|
That travels into Chaos: so Milton went guarded within.
M15.21; E109|
The nature of infinity is this: That every thing has its
M15.22; E109|
Own Vortex; and when once a traveller thro Eternity.
M15.23; E109|
Has passd that Vortex, he percieves it roll backward behind
M15.24; E109|
His path, into a globe itself infolding; like a sun:
M15.25; E109|
Or like a moon, or like a universe of starry majesty,
M15.26; E109|
While he keeps onwards in his wondrous journey on the earth
M15.27; E109|
Or like a human form, a friend with whom he livd benevolent.
M15.28; E109|
As the eye of man views both the east & west encompassing
M15.29; E109|
Its vortex; and the north & south, with all their starry host;
M15.30; E109|
Also the rising sun & setting moon he views surrounding
M15.31; E109|
His corn-fields and his valleys of five hundred acres square.
M15.32; E109|
Thus is the earth one infinite plane, and not as apparent
M15.33; E109|
To the weak traveller confin'd beneath the moony shade.
M15.34; E109|
Thus is the heaven a vortex passd already, and the earth
M15.35; E109|
A vortex not yet pass'd by the traveller thro' Eternity.
M15.36; E109|
First Milton saw Albion upon the Rock of Ages,
M15.37; E109|
Deadly pale outstretchd and snowy cold, storm coverd;
M15.38; E109|
A Giant form of perfect beauty outstretchd on the rock
M15.39; E110|
In solemn death: the Sea of Time & Space thunderd aloud
M15.40; E110|
Against the rock, which was inwrapped with the weeds of death
M15.41; E110|
Hovering over the cold bosom, in its vortex Milton bent down
M15.42; E110|
To the bosom of death, what was underneath soon seemd above.
M15.43; E110|
A cloudy heaven mingled with stormy seas in loudest ruin;
M15.44; E110|
But as a wintry globe descends precipitant thro' Beulah bursting,
M15.45; E110|
With thunders loud and terrible: so Miltons shadow fell
M15.46; E110|
Precipitant loud thundring into the Sea of Time & Space.
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Then first I saw him in the Zenith as a falling star,
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Descending perpendicular, swift as the swallow or swift;
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And on my left foot falling on the tarsus, enterd there;
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But from my left foot a black cloud redounding spread over Europe.
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Then Milton knew that the Three Heavens of Beulah were beheld
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By him on earth in his bright pilgrimage of sixty years
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In those three females whom his Wives, & those three whom his Daughters
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Had represented and containd, that they might be resum'd
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By giving up of Selfhood: & they distant view'd his journey
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In their eternal spheres, now Human, tho' their Bodies remain clos'd
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In the dark Ulro till the Judgment: also Milton knew: they and
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Himself was Human, tho' now wandering thro Death's Vale
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In conflict with those Female forms, which in blood & jealousy
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Surrounded him, dividing & uniting without end or number.
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He saw the Cruelties of Ulro, and he wrote them down
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In iron tablets: and his Wives & Daughters names were these
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Rahab and Tirzah, & Milcah & Malah & Noah & Hoglah,
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They sat rangd round him as the rocks of Horeb round the land
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Of Canaan: and they wrote in thunder smoke and fire
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His dictate; and his body was the Rock Sinai; that body,
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Which was on earth born to corruption: & the six Females
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Are Hor & Peor & Bashan & Abarim & Lebanon & Hermon
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Seven rocky masses terrible in the Desarts of Midian.
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But Miltons Human Shadow continu'd journeying above
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The rocky masses of The Mundane Shell; in the Lands
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Of Edom & Aram & Moab & Midian & Amalek.
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The Mundane Shell, is a vast Concave Earth: an immense
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Hardend shadow of all things upon our Vegetated Earth
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Enlarg'd into dimension & deform'd into indefinite space,
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In Twenty-seven Heavens and all their Hells; with Chaos
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And Ancient Night; & Purgatory. It is a cavernous Earth
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Of labyrinthine intricacy, twenty-seven folds of opakeness
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And finishes where the lark mounts; here Milton journeyed
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In that Region calld Midian among the Rocks of Horeb
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For travellers from Eternity. pass outward to Satans seat,
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But travellers to Eternity. pass inward to Golgonooza.
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Los the Vehicular terror beheld him, & divine Enitharmon
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Call'd all her daughters, Saying. Surely to unloose my bond
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Is this Man come! Satan shall be unloosd upon Albion
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Los heard in terror Enitharmons words: in fibrous strength
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His limbs shot forth like roots of trees against the forward path
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Of Miltons jouney. Urizen beheld the immortal Man,
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And Tharmas Demon of the Waters, & Orc, who is Luvah
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The Shadowy Female seeing Milton, howl'd in her lamentation
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Over the Deeps. outstretching her Twenty seven Heavens over Albion
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And thus the Shadowy Female howls in articulate howlings
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I will lament over Milton in the lamentations of the afflicted
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My Garments shall be woven of sighs & heart broken lamentations
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The misery of unhappy Families shall be drawn out into its border
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Wrought with the needle with dire sufferings poverty pain & woe
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Along the rocky Island & thence throughout the whole Earth
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There shall be the sick Father & his starving Family! there
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The Prisoner in the stone Dungeon & the Slave at the Mill
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I will have Writings written all over it in Human Words
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That every Infant that is born upon the Earth shall read
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And get by rote as a hard task of a life of sixty years
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I will have Kings inwoven upon it, & Councellors & Mighty Men
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The Famine shall clasp it together with buckles & Clasps
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And the Pestilence shall be its fringe & the War its girdle
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To divide into Rahab & Tirzah that Milton may come to our tents
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For I will put on the Human Form & take the Image of God
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Even Pity & Humanity but my Clothing shall be Cruelty
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And I will put on Holiness as a breastplate & as a helmet
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And all my ornaments shall be of the gold of broken hearts
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And the precious stones of anxiety & care & desperation & death
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And repentance for sin & sorrow & punishment & fear
M18.25; E111|
To defend me from thy terrors O Orc! my only beloved!
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Orc answerd. Take not the Human Form O loveliest. Take not
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Terror upon thee! Behold how I am & tremble lest thou also
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Consume in my Consummation; but thou maist take a Form
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Female & lovely, that cannot consume in Mans consmmation
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Wherefore dost thou Create & Weave this Satan for a Covering[?]
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When thou attemptest to put on the Human Form, my wrath
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Burns to the top of heaven against thee in Jealousy & Fear.
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Then I rend thee asunder, then I howl over thy clay & ashes
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When wilt thou put on the Female Form as in times of old
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With a Garment of Pity & Compassion like the Garment of God
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His garments are long sufferings for the Children of Men
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Jerusalem is his Garment & not thy Covering Cherub O lovely
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Shadow of my delight who wanderest seeking for the prey.
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So spoke Orc when Oothoon & Leutha hoverd over his Couch
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Of fire in interchange of Beauty & Perfection in the darkness
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Opening interiorly into Jerusalem & Babylon shining glorious
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In the Shadowy Females bosom. Jealous her darkness grew:
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Howlings filld all the desolate places in accusations of Sin
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In Female beauty shining in the unformd void & Orc in vain
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Stretch'd out his hands of fire, & wooed: they triumph in his pain
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Thus darkend the Shadowy Female tenfold & Orc tenfold
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Glowd on his rocky Couch against the darkness: loud thunders
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Told of the enormous conflict[.] Earthquake beneath: around;
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Rent the Immortal Females, limb from limb & joint from joint
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And moved the fast foundations of the Earth to wake the Dead
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Urizen emerged from his Rocky Form & from his Snows,
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And he also darkend his brows: freezing dark rocks between
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The footsteps. and infixing deep the feet in marble beds:
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That Milton labourd with his journey, & his feet bled sore
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Upon the clay now chang'd to marble; also Urizen rose,
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And met him on the shores of Arnon; & by the streams of the brooks
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Silent they met, and silent strove among the streams, of Arnon
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Even to Mahanaim, when with cold hand Urizen stoop'd down
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And took up water from the river Jordan: pouring on
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To Miltons brain the icy fluid from his broad cold palm.
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But Milton took of the red clay of Succoth, moulding it with care
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Between his palms: and filling up the furrows of many years
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Beginning at the feet of Urizen, and on the bones
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Creating new flesh on the Demon cold, and building him,
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As with new clay a Human form in the Valley of Beth Peor.
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Four Universes round the Mundane Egg remain Chaotic
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One to the North, named Urthona: One to the South, named Urizen:
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One to the East, named Luvah: One to the West, named Tharmas
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They are the Four Zoa's that stood around the Throne Divine!
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But when Luvah assum'd the World of Urizen to the South:
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And Albion was slain upon his mountains, & in his tent;
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All fell towards the Center in dire ruin, sinking down.
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And in the South remains a burning fire; in the East a void.
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In the West, a world of raging waters; in the North a solid,
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Unfathomable! without end. But in the midst of these,
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Is built eternally the Universe of Los and Enitharmon:
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Towards which Milton went, but Urizen oppos'd his path.
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The Man and Demon strove many periods. Rahab beheld
M19.28; E113|
Standing on Carmel; Rahab and Tirzah trembled to behold
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The enormous strife. one giving life, the other giving death
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To his adversary. and they sent forth all their sons & daughters
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In all their beauty to entice Milton across the river,
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The Twofold form Hermaphroditic: and the Double-sexed;
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The Female-male & the Male-female, self-dividing stood
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Before him in their beauty, & in cruelties of holiness!
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Shining in darkness, glorious upon the deeps of Entuthon.
M19.36; E113|
Saying. Come thou to Ephraim! behold the Kings of Canaan!
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The beautiful Amalekites, behold the fires of youth
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Bound with the Chain of jealousy by Los & Enitharmon;
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The banks of Cam: cold learnings streams: Londons dark-frowning towers;
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Lament upon the winds of Europe in Rephaims Vale.
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Because Ahania rent apart into a desolate night,
M19.42; E113|
Laments! & Enion wanders like a weeping inarticulate voice
M19.43; E113|
And Vala labours for her bread & water among the Furnaces
M19.44; E113|
Therefore bright Tirzah triumphs: putting on all beauty.
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And all perfection, in her cruel sports among the Victims,
M19.46; E113|
Come bring with thee Jerusalem with songs on the Grecian Lyre!
M19.47; E113|
In Natural Religion! in experiments on Men,
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Let her be Offerd up to Holiness! Tirzah numbers her;
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She numbers with her fingers every fibre ere it grow;
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Where is the Lamb of God? where is the promise of his coming?
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Her shadowy Sisters form the bones, even the bones of Horeb:
M19.52; E113|
Around the marrow! and the orbed scull around the brain!
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His Images are born for War! for Sacrifice to Tirzah!
M19.54; E113|
To Natural Religion! to Tirzah the Daughter of Rahab the Holy!
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She ties the knot of nervous fibres, into a white brain!
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She ties the knot of bloody veins, into a red hot heart!
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Within her bosom Albion lies embalmd, never to awake
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Hand is become a rock! Sinai & Horeb, is Hyle & Coban:
t228
M19.59; E113|
Scofield is bound in iron armour before Reubens Gate!
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She ties the knot of milky seed into two lovely Heavens,
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Two yet but one: each in the other sweet reflected! these
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Are our Three Heavens beneath the shades of Beulah, land of rest!
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Come then to Ephraim & Manasseh O beloved-one!
M20.4; E113|
Come to my ivory palaces O beloved of thy mother!
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And let us bind thee in the bands of War & be thou King
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Of Canaan and reign in Hazor where the Twelve Tribes meet.
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So spoke they as in one voice! Silent Milton stood before
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The darkend Urizen; as the sculptor silent stands before
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His forming image; he walks round it patient labouring.
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Thus Milton stood forming bright Urizen, while his Mortal part
M20.11; E114|
Sat frozen in the rock of Horeb: and his Redeemed portion,
M20.12; E114|
Thus form'd the Clay of Urizen; but within that portion
M20.13; E114|
His real Human walkd above in power and majesty
M20.14; E114|
Tho darkend; and the Seven Angels of the Presence attended him.
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O how can I with my gross tongue that cleaveth to the dust,
M20.16; E114|
Tell of the Four-fold Man, in starry numbers fitly orderd
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Or how can I with my cold hand of clay! But thou O Lord
M20.18; E114|
Do with me as thou wilt! for I am nothing, and vanity.
M20.19; E114|
If thou chuse to elect a worm, it shall remove the mountains.
M20.20; E114|
For that portion namd the Elect: the Spectrous body of Milton:
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Redounding from my left foot into Los's Mundane space,
M20.22; E114|
Brooded over his Body in Horeb against the Resurrection
M20.23; E114|
Preparing it for the Great Consummation; red the Cherub on Sinai
M20.24; E114|
Glow'd; but in terrors folded round his clouds of blood.
M20.25; E114|
Now Albions sleeping Humanity began to turn upon his Couch;
M20.26; E114|
Feeling the electric flame of Miltons awful precipitate descent.
M20.27; E114|
Seest thou the little winged fly, smaller than a grain of sand?
M20.28; E114|
It has a heart like thee; a brain open to heaven & hell,
M20.29; E114|
Withinside wondrous & expansive; its gates are not clos'd,
M20.30; E114|
I hope thine are not: hence it clothes itself in rich array;
M20.31; E114|
Hence thou art cloth'd with human beauty O thou mortal man.
M20.32; E114|
Seek not thy heavenly father then beyond the skies:
M20.33; E114|
There Chaos dwells & ancient Night & Og & Anak old:
M20.34; E114|
For every human heart has gates of brass & bars of adamant,
M20.35; E114|
Which few dare unbar because dread Og & Anak guard the gates
M20.36; E114|
Terrific! and each mortal brain is walld and moated round
M20.37; E114|
Within: and Og & Anak watch here; here is the Seat
M20.38; E114|
Of Satan in its Webs; for in brain and heart and loins
M20.39; E114|
Gates open behind Satans Seat to the City of Golgonooza
M20.40; E114|
Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion
M20.41; E114|
Thus Milton fell thro Albions heart, travlling outside of Humanity
M20.42; E114|
Beyond the Stars in Chaos in Caverns of the Mundane Shell.
M20.43; E114|
But many of the Eternals rose up from eternal tables
M20.44; E114|
Drunk with the Spirit, burning round the Couch of death they stood
M20.45; E114|
Looking down into Beulah: wrathful, fill'd with rage!
M20.46; E114|
They rend the heavens round the Watchers in a fiery circle:
M20.47; E114|
And round the Shadowy Eighth: the Eight close up the Couch
M20.48; E115|
Into a tabernacle, and flee with cries down to the Deeps:
M20.49; E115|
Where Los opens his three wide gates, surrounded by raging fires!
M20.50; E115|
They soon find their own place & join the Watchers of the Ulro.
M20.51; E115|
Los saw them and a cold pale horror coverd o'er his limbs
M20.52; E115|
Pondering he knew that Rintrah & Palamabron might depart:
M20.53; E115|
Even as Reuben & as Gad; gave up himself to tears.
M20.54; E115|
He sat down on his anvil-stock; and leand upon the trough.
M20.55; E115|
Looking into the black water, mingling it with tears.
M20.56; E115|
At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain
M20.57; E115|
He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded,
M20.58; E115|
And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts
M20.59; E115|
That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend
M20.60; E115|
Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham; and set free
M20.61; E115|
Orc from his Chain of Jealousy, he started at the thought
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And down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night:
M21.2; E115|
And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan-Adan:
M21.3; E115|
His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke; when one sleeps th'other wakes
M21.4; E115|
But Milton entering my Foot; I saw in the nether
M21.5; E115|
Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth,
M21.6; E115|
And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination
M21.7; E115|
In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Miltons descent.
M21.8; E115|
But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know
M21.9; E115|
What passes in his members till periods of Space & Time
M21.10; E115|
Reveal the secrets of Eternity: for more extensive
M21.11; E115|
Than any other earthly things, are Mans earthly lineaments.
M21.12; E115|
And all this Vegetable World appeard on my left Foot,
M21.13; E115|
As a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones & gold:
M21.14; E115|
I stooped down & bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity.
M21.15; E115|
There is in Eden a sweet River, of milk & liquid pearl,
M21.16; E115|
Namd Ololon; on whose mild banks dwelt those who Milton drove
M21.17; E115|
Down into Ulro: and they wept in long resounding song
M21.18; E115|
For seven days of eternity, and the rivers living banks
M21.19; E115|
The mountains waild! & every plant that grew, in solemn sighs lamented.
M21.20; E115|
When Luvahs bulls each morning drag the sulphur Sun out of the Deep
M21.21; E115|
Harnessd with starry harness black & shining kept by black slaves
M21.22; E115|
That work all night at the starry harness. Strong and vigorous
M21.23; E115|
They drag the unwilling Orb: at this time all the Family
M21.24; E115|
Of Eden heard the lamentation, and Providence began.
M21.25; E115|
But when the clarions of day sounded they drownd the lamentations
M21.26; E116|
And when night came all was silent in Ololon: & all refusd to lament
M21.27; E116|
In the still night fearing lest they should others molest.
M21.28; E116|
Seven mornings Los heard them, as the poor bird within the shell
M21.29; E116|
Hears its impatient parent bird; and Enitharmon heard them:
M21.30; E116|
But saw them not, for the blue Mundane Shell inclosd them in.
M21.31; E116|
And they lamented that they had in wrath & fury & fire
M21.32; E116|
Driven Milton into the Ulro; for now they knew too late
M21.33; E116|
That it was Milton the Awakener: they had not heard the Bard,
M21.34; E116|
Whose song calld Milton to the attempt; and Los heard these laments.
M21.35; E116|
He heard them call in prayer all the Divine Family;
M21.36; E116|
And he beheld the Cloud of Milton stretching over Europe.
M21.37; E116|
But all the Family Divine collected as Four Suns
M21.38; E116|
In the Four Points of heaven East, West & North & South
M21.39; E116|
Enlarging and enlarging till their Disks approachd each other;
M21.40; E116|
And when they touch'd closed together Southward in One Sun
M21.41; E116|
Over Ololon: and as One Man, who weeps over his brother,
M21.42; E116|
In a dark tomb, so all the Family Divine. wept over Ololon.
M21.43; E116|
Saying, Milton goes to Eternal Death! so saying, they groan'd in spirit
M21.44; E116|
And were troubled! and again the Divine Family groaned in spirit!
M21.45; E116|
And Ololon said, Let us descend also, and let us give
M21.46; E116|
Ourselves to death in Ulro among the Transgressors.
M21.47; E116|
Is Virtue a Punisher? O no! how is this wondrous thing?
M21.48; E116|
This World beneath, unseen before: this refuge from the wars
M21.49; E116|
Of Great Eternity! unnatural refuge! unknown by us till now!
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Or are these the pangs of repentance? let us enter into them
M21.51; E116|
Then the Divine Family said. Six Thousand Years are now
M21.52; E116|
Accomplish'd in this World of Sorrow; Miltons Angel knew
M21.53; E116|
The Universal Dictate; and you also feel this Dictate.
M21.54; E116|
And now you know this World of Sorrow, and feel Pity. Obey
M21.55; E116|
The Dictate! Watch over this World, and with your brooding wings,
M21.56; E116|
Renew it to Eternal Life: Lo! I am with you alway
M21.57; E116|
But you cannot renew Milton he goes to Eternal Death
M21.58; E116|
So spake the Family Divine as One Man even Jesus
M21.59; E116|
Uniting in One with Ololon & the appearance of One Man
M21.60; E116|
Jesus the Saviour appeard coming in the Clouds of Ololon!
M22.1; E116|
Tho driven away with the Seven Starry Ones into the Ulro
M22.2; E116|
Yet the Divine Vision remains Every-where For-ever. Amen.
M22.3; E116|
And Ololon lamented for Milton with a great lamentation.
M22.4; E116|
While Los heard indistinct in fear, what time I bound my sandals
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On; to walk forward thro' Eternity, Los descended to me:
M22.6; E116|
And Los behind me stood; a terrible flaming Sun: just close
M22.7; E117|
Behind my back; I turned round in terror, and behold.
M22.8; E117|
Los stood in that fierce glowing fire; & he also stoop'd down
M22.9; E117|
And bound my sandals on in Udan-Adan; trembling I stood
M22.10; E117|
Exceedingly with fear & terror, standing in the Vale
M22.11; E117|
Of Lambeth: but he kissed me and wishd me health.
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And I became One Man with him arising in my strength:
M22.13; E117|
Twas too late now to recede. Los had enterd into my soul:
M22.14; E117|
His terrors now posses'd me whole! I arose in fury & strength.
M22.15; E117|
I am that Shadowy Prophet who Six Thousand Years ago
M22.16; E117|
Fell from my station in the Eternal bosom. Six Thousand Years
M22.17; E117|
Are finishd. I return! both Time & Space obey my will.
M22.18; E117|
I in Six Thousand Years walk up and down: for not one Moment
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Of Time is lost, nor one Event of Space unpermanent
M22.20; E117|
But all remain: every fabric of Six Thousand Years
M22.21; E117|
Remains permanent: tho' on the Earth where Satan
M22.22; E117|
Fell, and was cut off all things vanish & are seen no more
M22.23; E117|
They vanish not from me & mine, we guard them first & last
M22.24; E117|
The generations of men run on in the tide of Time
M22.25; E117|
But leave their destind lineaments permanent for ever & ever.
M22.26; E117|
So spoke Los as we went along to his supreme abode.
M22.27; E117|
Rintrah and Palamabron met us at the Gate of Golgonooza
M22.28; E117|
Clouded with discontent. & brooding in their minds terrible things
M22.29; E117|
They said. O Father most beloved! O merciful Parent!
M22.30; E117|
Pitying and permitting evil, tho strong & mighty to destroy.
M22.31; E117|
Whence is this Shadow terrible? wherefore dost thou refuse
M22.32; E117|
To throw him into the Furnaces! knowest thou not that he
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Will unchain Orc? & let loose Satan, Og, Sihon & Anak,
M22.34; E117|
Upon the Body of Albion? for this he is come! behold it written
M22.35; E117|
Upon his fibrous left Foot black! most dismal to our eyes t229
M22.36; E117|
The Shadowy Female shudders thro' heaven in torment inexpressible!
M22.37; E117|
And all the Daughters of Los prophetic wail: yet in deceit,
M22.38; E117|
They weave a new Religion from new Jealousy of Theotormon!
M22.39; E117|
Miltons Religion is the cause: there is no end to destruction!
M22.40; E117|
Seeing the Churches at their Period in terror & despair:
M22.41; E117|
Rahab created Voltaire; Tirzah created Rousseau;
M22.42; E117|
Asserting the Self-righteousness against the Universal Saviour,
M22.43; E117|
Mocking the Confessors & Martyrs, claiming Self-righteousness;
M22.44; E117|
With cruel Virtue: making War upon the Lambs Redeemed;
M22.45; E117|
To perpetuate War & Glory. to perpetuate the Laws of Sin:
M22.46; E117|
They perverted Swedenborgs Visions in Beulah & in Ulro;
M22.47; E117|
To destroy Jerusalem as a Harlot & her Sons as Reprobates;
M22.48; E117|
To raise up Mystery the Virgin Harlot Mother of War,
M22.49; E117|
Babylon the Great, the Abomination of Desolation!
M22.50; E117|
O Swedenborg! strongest of men, the Samson shorn by the Churches!
M22.51; E118|
Shewing the Transgresors in Hell, the proud Warriors in Heaven:
M22.52; E118|
Heaven as a Punisher & Hell as One under Punishment:
M22.53; E118|
With Laws from Plato & his Greeks to renew the Trojan Gods,
M22.54; E118|
In Albion; & to deny the value of the Saviours blood.
M22.55; E118|
But then I rais'd up Whitefield, Palamabron raisd up Westley,
M22.56; E118|
And these are the cries of the Churches before the two Witnesses[']
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M22.57; E118|
Faith in God the dear Saviour who took on the likeness of men:
M22.58; E118|
Becoming obedient to death, even the death of the Cross
M22.59; E118|
The Witnesses lie dead in the Street of the Great City
M22.60; E118|
No Faith is in all the Earth: the Book of God is trodden under Foot:
M22.61; E118|
He sent his two Servants Whitefield & Westley; were they Prophets
M22.62; E118|
Or were they Idiots or Madmen? shew us Miracles!
M23.1; E118|
Can you have greater Miracles than these? Men who devote
M23.2; E118|
Their lifes whole comfort to intire scorn & injury & death
M23.3; E118|
Awake thou sleeper on the Rock of Eternity Albion awake
M23.4; E118|
The trumpet of Judgment hath twice sounded: all Nations are awake
M23.5; E118|
But thou art still heavy and dull: Awake Albion awake! t231
M23.6; E118|
Lo Orc arises on the Atlantic. Lo his blood and fire
M23.7; E118|
Glow on Americas shore: Albion turns upon his Couch
M23.8; E118|
He listens to the sounds of War, astonishd and confounded:
M23.9; E118|
He weeps into the Atlantic deep, yet still in dismal dreams
M23.10; E118|
Unwakend! and the Covering Cherub advances from the East:
M23.11; E118|
How long shall we lay dead in the Street of the great City
M23.12; E118|
How long beneath the Covering Cherub give our Emanations
M23.13; E118|
Milton will utterly consume us & thee our beloved Father
M23.14; E118|
He hath enterd into the Covering Cherub, becoming one with
M23.15; E118|
Albions dread Sons, Hand, Hyle & Coban surround him as
M23.16; E118|
A girdle; Gwendolen & Conwenna as a garment woven
M23.17; E118|
Of War & Religion; let us descend & bring him chained
M23.18; E118|
To Bowlahoola O father most beloved! O mild Parent!
M23.19; E118|
Cruel in thy mildness, pitying and permitting evil
M23.20; E118|
Tho strong and mighty to destroy, O Los our beloved Father!
M23.21; E118|
Like the black storm, coming out of Chaos, beyond the stars:
M23.22; E118|
It issues thro the dark & intricate caves of the Mundane Shell
M23.23; E118|
Passing the planetary visions, & the well adorned Firmament
M23.24; E118|
The Sun rolls into Chaos & the Stars into the Desarts;
M23.25; E118|
And then the storms become visible, audible & terrible,
M23.26; E118|
Covering the light of day, & rolling down upon the mountains,
M23.27; E118|
Deluge all the country round. Such is a vision of Los;
M23.28; E118|
When Rintrah & Palamabron spake; and such his stormy face
M23.29; E118|
Appeard, as does the face of heaven, when coverd with thick storms
M23.30; E118|
Pitying and loving tho in frowns of terrible perturbation t232
M23.31; E119|
But Los dispersd the clouds even as the strong winds of Jehovah,
M23.32; E119|
And Los thus spoke. O noble Sons, be patient yet a little
M23.33; E119|
I have embracd the falling Death, he is become One with me
M23.34; E119|
O Sons we live not by wrath. by mercy alone we live!
M23.35; E119|
I recollect an old Prophecy in Eden recorded in gold; and oft
M23.36; E119|
Sung to the harp: That Milton of the land of Albion.
M23.37; E119|
Should up ascend forward from Felphams Vale & break the Chain
M23.38; E119|
Of jealousy from all its roots; be patient therefore O my Sons
M23.39; E119|
These lovely Females form sweet night and silence and secret
M23.40; E119|
Obscurities to hide from Satans Watch-Fiends. Human loves
M23.41; E119|
And graces; lest they write them in their Books, & in the Scroll
M23.42; E119|
Of mortal life, to condemn the accused: who at Satans Bar
M23.43; E119|
Tremble in Spectrous Bodies continually day and night
M23.44; E119|
While on the Earth they live in sorrowful Vegetations
M23.45; E119|
O when shall we tread our Wine-presses in heaven; and Reap
M23.46; E119|
Our wheat with shoutings of joy, and leave the Earth in peace
M23.47; E119|
Remember how Calvin and Luther in fury premature
M23.48; E119|
Sow'd War and stern division between Papists & Protestants
M23.49; E119|
Let it not be so now! O go not forth in Martyrdoms & Wars
M23.50; E119|
We were plac'd here by the Universal Brotherhood & Mercy
M23.51; E119|
With powers fitted to circumscribe this dark Satanic death
M23.52; E119|
And that the Seven Eyes of God may have space for Redemption.
M23.53; E119|
But how this is as yet we know not, and we cannot know;
M23.54; E119|
Till Albion is arisen; then patient wait a little while,
M23.55; E119|
Six Thousand years are passd away the end approaches fast;
M23.56; E119|
This mighty one is come from Eden, he is of the Elect,
M23.57; E119|
Who died from Earth & he is returnd before the Judgment. This thing
M23.58; E119|
Was never known that one of the holy dead should willing return
M23.59; E119|
Then patient wait a little while till the Last Vintage is over:
M23.60; E119|
Till we have quenchd the Sun of Salah in the Lake of Udan Adan
M23.61; E119|
O my dear Sons! leave not your Father, as your brethren left me[.]
M23.62; E119|
Twelve Sons successive fled away in that thousand years of sorrow
M24.1; E119|
Of Palamabrons Harrow, & of Rintrahs wrath & fury:
M24.2; E119|
Reuben & Manazzoth & Gad & Simeon & Levi,
M24.3; E119|
And Ephraim & Judah were Generated, because
M24.4; E119|
They left me, wandering with Tirzah: Enitharmon wept
M24.5; E119|
One thousand years, and all the Earth was in a watry deluge
M24.6; E119|
We calld him Menassheh because of the Generations of Tirzah
M24.7; E119|
Because of Satan: & the Seven Eyes of God continually
M24.8; E119|
Guard round them, but I the Fourth Zoa am also set
M24.9; E119|
The Watchman of Eternity, the Three are not! & I am preserved
M24.10; E119|
Still my four mighty ones are let to me in Golgonooza
M24.11; E119|
Still Rintrah fierce, and Palamabron mild & piteous
M24.12; E119|
Theotormon filld with care, Bromion loving Science
M24.13; E120|
You O my Sons still guard round Los. O wander not & leave me
M24.14; E120|
Rintrah, thou well rememberest when Amalek & Canaan
M24.15; E120|
Fled with their Sister Moab into the abhorred Void
M24.16; E120|
They became Nations in our sight beneath the hands of Tirzah.
M24.17; E120|
And Palamabron thou rememberest when Joseph an infant;
M24.18; E120|
Stolen from his nurses cradle wrapd in needle-work
M24.19; E120|
Of emblematic texture, was sold to the Amalekite,
M24.20; E120|
Who carried him down into Egypt where Ephraim & Menassheh
M24.21; E120|
Gatherd my Sons together in the Sands of Midian
M24.22; E120|
And if you also flee away and leave your Fathers side,
M24.23; E120|
Following Milton into Ulro, altho your power is great
M24.24; E120|
Surely you also shall become poor mortal vegetations
M24.25; E120|
Beneath the Moon of Ulro: pity then your Fathers tears[.]
M24.26; E120|
When Jesus raisd Lazarus from the Grave I stood & saw
M24.27; E120|
Lazarus who is the Vehicular Body of Albion the Redeemd
M24.28; E120|
Arise into the Covering Cherub who is the Spectre of Albion
M24.29; E120|
By martyrdoms to suffer: to watch over the Sleeping Body.
M24.30; E120|
Upon his Rock beneath his Tomb. I saw the Covering Cherub
M24.31; E120|
Divide Four-fold into Four Churches when Lazarus arose
M24.32; E120|
Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine, Luther; behold they stand before us
M24.33; E120|
Stretchd over Europe & Asia. come O Sons, come, come away
M24.34; E120|
Arise O Sons give all your strength against Eternal Death
M24.35; E120|
Lest we are vegetated, for Cathedrons Looms weave only Death
M24.36; E120|
A Web of Death: & were it not for Bowlahoola & Allamanda
M24.37; E120|
No Human Form but only a Fibrous Vegetation
M24.38; E120|
A Polypus of soft affections without Thought or Vision
M24.39; E120|
Must tremble in the Heavens & Earths thro all the Ulro space[.]
M24.40; E120|
Throw all the Vegetated Mortals into Bowlahoola
M24.41; E120|
But as to this Elected Form who is returnd again
M24.42; E120|
He is the Signal that the Last Vintage now approaches
M24.43; E120|
Nor Vegetation may go on till all the Earth is reapd
M24.44; E120|
So Los spoke. Furious they descended to Bowlahoola & Allamanda
M24.45; E120|
Indignant. unconvincd by Los's arguments & thun[d]ers rolling
M24.46; E120|
They saw that wrath now swayd and now pity absorbd him
M24.47; E120|
As it was, so it remaind & no hope of an end.
M24.48; E120|
Bowlahoola is namd Law. by mortals, Tharmas founded it:
M24.49; E120|
Because of Satan, before Luban in the City of Golgonooza.
M24.50; E120|
But Golgonooza is namd Art & Manufacture by mortal men.
M24.51; E120|
In Bowlahoola Los's Anvils stand & his Furnaces rage;
M24.52; E120|
Thundering the Hammers beat & the Bellows blow loud
M24.53; E120|
Living self moving mourning lamenting & howling incessantly
M24.54; E120|
Bowlahoola thro all its porches feels tho' too fast founded
M24.55; E120|
Its pillars & porticoes to tremble at the force
M24.56; E120|
Of mortal or immortal arm: and softly lilling flutes
M24.57; E120|
Accordant with the horrid labours make sweet melody t233
M24.58; E121|
The Bellows are the Animal Lungs: the Hammers the Animal Heart
M24.59; E121|
The Furnaces the Stomach for digestion. terrible their fury
M24.60; E121|
Thousands & thousands labour. thousands play on instruments
M24.61; E121|
Stringed or fluted to ameliorate the sorrows of slavery
M24.62; E121|
Loud sport the dancers in the dance of death, rejoicing in carnage
M24.63; E121|
The hard dentant Hammers are lulld by the flutes['] lula lula
M24.64; E121|
The bellowing Furnaces['] blare by the long sounding clarion
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M24.65; E121|
The double drum drowns howls & groans, the shrill fife. shrieks &
cries:
M24.66; E121|
The crooked horn mellows the hoarse raving serpent, terrible, but harmonious
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M24.67; E121|
Bowlahoola is the Stomach in every individual man.
M24.68; E121|
Los is by mortals nam'd Time Enitharmon is nam'd Space
M24.69; E121|
But they depict him bald & aged who is in eternal youth
M24.70; E121|
All powerful and his locks flourish like the brows of morning
M24.71; E121|
He is the Spirit of Prophecy the ever apparent Elias
M24.72; E121|
Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Times swiftness
M24.73; E121|
Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment:
M24.74; E121|
All the Gods of the Kingdoms of Earth labour in Los's Halls.
M24.75; E121|
Every one is a fallen Son of the Spirit of Prophecy
M24.76; E121|
He is the Fourth Zoa, that stood arou[n]d the Throne Divine.
M25.1; E121|
Loud shout the Sons of Luvah, at the Wine-presses as Los descended
M25.2; E121|
With Rintrah & Palamabron in his fires of resistless fury.
M25.3; E121|
The Wine-press on the Rhine groans loud, but all its central beams
M25.4; E121|
Act more terrific in the central Cities of the Nations
M25.5; E121|
Where Human Thought is crushd beneath the iron hand of Power.
M25.6; E121|
There Los puts all into the Press, the Opressor & the Opressed
M25.7; E121|
Together, ripe for the Harvest & Vintage & ready for the Loom.
M25.8; E121|
They sang at the Vintage. This is the Last Vintage! & Seed
M25.9; E121|
Shall no more be sown upon Earth, till all the Vintage is over
M25.10; E121|
And all gatherd in, till the Plow has passd over the Nations
M25.11; E121|
And the Harrow & heavy thundering Roller upon the mountains
M25.12; E121|
And loud the Souls howl round the Porches of Golgonooza
M25.13; E121|
Crying O God deliver us to the Heavens or to the Earths,
M25.14; E121|
That we may preach righteousness & punish the sinner with death
M25.15; E121|
But Los refused, till all the Vintage of Earth was gatherd in.
M25.16; E121|
And Los stood & cried to the Labourers of the Vintage in voice of awe.
M25.17; E121|
Fellow Labourers! The Great Vintage & Harvest is now upon Earth
M25.18; E121|
The whole extent of the Globe is explored: Every scatterd Atom
M25.19; E121|
Of Human Intellect now is flocking to the sound of the Trumpet
M25.20; E121|
All the Wisdom which was hidden in caves & dens, from ancient
M25.21; E121|
Time; is now sought out from Animal & Vegetable & Mineral
M25.22; E122|
The Awakener is come. outstretchd over Europe! the Vision of God is fulfilled
M25.23; E122|
The Ancient Man upon the Rock of Albion Awakes,
M25.24; E122|
He listens to the sounds of War astonishd & ashamed;
M25.25; E122|
He sees his Children mock at Faith and deny Providence
M25.26; E122|
Therefore you must bind the Sheaves not by Nations or Families
M25.27; E122|
You shall bind them in Three Classes; according to their Classes
M25.28; E122|
So shall you bind them. Separating What has been Mixed
M25.29; E122|
Since Men began to be Wove into Nations by Rahab & Tirzah
M25.30; E122|
Since Albions Death & Satans Cutting-off from our awful Fields;
M25.31; E122|
When under pretence to benevolence the Elect Subdud All
M25.32; E122|
From the Foundation of the World. The Elect is one Class: You
M25.33; E122|
Shall bind them separate: they cannot Believe in Eternal Life
M25.34; E122|
Except by Miracle & a New Birth. The other two Classes;
M25.35; E122|
The Reprobate who never cease to Believe, and the Redeemd,
M25.36; E122|
Who live in doubts & fears perpetually tormented by the Elect
M25.37; E122|
These you shall bind in a twin-bundle for the Consummation--
M25.38; E122|
But the Elect must be saved [from] fires of Eternal Death,
M25.39; E122|
To be formed into the Churches of Beulah that they destroy not the Earth
M25.40; E122|
For in every Nation & every Family the Three Classes are born
M25.41; E122|
And in every Species of Earth, Metal, Tree, Fish, Bird & Beast.
M25.42; E122|
We form the Mundane Egg, that Spectres coming by fury or amity
M25.43; E122|
All is the same, & every one remains in his own energy
M25.44; E122|
Go forth Reapers with rejoicing. you sowed in tears
M25.45; E122|
But the time of your refreshing cometh, only a little moment
M25.46; E122|
Still abstain from pleasure & rest, in the labours of eternity
M25.47; E122|
And you shall Reap the whole Earth, from Pole to Pole! from Sea to Sea
M25.48; E122|
Begining at Jerusalems Inner Court, Lambeth ruin'd and given
M25.49; E122|
To the detestable Gods of Priam, to Apollo: and at the Asylum
M25.50; E122|
Given to Hercules, who labour in Tirzahs Looms for bread
M25.51; E122|
Who set Pleasure against Duty: who Create Olympic crowns
M25.52; E122|
To make Learning a burden & the Work of the Holy Spirit: Strife.
M25.53; E122|
T[o] Thor & cruel Odin who first reard the Polar Caves
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M25.54; E122|
Lambeth mourns calling Jerusalem. she weeps & looks abroad
M25.55; E122|
For the Lords coming, that Jerusalem may overspread all Nations
M25.56; E122|
Crave not for the mortal & perishing delights, but leave them
M25.57; E122|
To the weak, and pity the weak as your infant care; Break not
M25.58; E122|
Forth in your wrath lest you also are vegetated by Tirzah
M25.59; E122|
Wait till the Judgement is past, till the Creation is consumed
M25.60; E122|
And then rush forward with me into the glorious spiritual
M25.61; E122|
Vegetation; the Supper of the Lamb & his Bride; and the
M25.62; E122|
Awaking of Albion our friend and ancient companion.
M25.63; E122|
So Los spoke. But lightnings of discontent broke on all sides round
M25.64; E122|
And murmurs of thunder rolling heavy long & loud over the mountains
M25.65; E122|
While Los calld his Sons around him to the Harvest & the Vintage.
M25.66; E123|
Thou seest the Constellations in the deep & wondrous Night
M25.67; E123|
They rise in order and continue their immortal courses
M25.68; E123|
Upon the mountains & in vales with harp & heavenly song
M25.69; E123|
With flute & clarion; with cups & measures filld with foaming wine.
M25.70; E123|
Glittring the streams reflect the Vision of beatitude,
M25.71; E123|
And the calm Ocean joys beneath & smooths his awful waves!
M26.1; E123|
These are the Sons of Los, & these the Labourers of the Vintage
M26.2; E123|
Thou seest the gorgeous clothed Flies that dance & sport in summer
M26.3; E123|
Upon the sunny brooks & meadows: every one the dance t237
M26.4; E123|
Knows in its intricate mazes of delight artful to weave:
M26.5; E123|
Each one to sound his instruments of music in the dance,
M26.6; E123|
To touch each other & recede; to cross & change & return
M26.7; E123|
These are the Children of Los; thou seest the Trees on mountains
M26.8; E123|
The wind blows heavy, loud they thunder thro' the darksom sky
M26.9; E123|
Uttering prophecies & speaking instructive words to the sons
M26.10; E123|
Of men: These are the Sons of Los! These the Visions of Eternity
M26.11; E123|
But we see only as it were the hem of their garments
M26.12; E123|
When with our vegetable eyes we view these wond'rous Visions
M26.13; E123|
There are Two Gates thro which all Souls descend. One Southward
M26.14; E123|
From Dover Cliff o Lizard Point. the other toward the North
M26.15; E123|
Caithness & rocky Durness, Pentland & John Groats House.
M26.16; E123|
The Souls descending to the Body, wail on the right hand
M26.17; E123|
Of Los; & those deliverd from the Body, on the left hand
M26.18; E123|
For Los against the east his force continually bends
M26.19; E123|
Along the Valleys of Middlesex from Hounslow to Blackheath
M26.20; E123|
Lest those Three Heavens of Beulah should the Creation destroy
M26.21; E123|
And lest they should descend before the north & south Gates
M26.22; E123|
Groaning with pity, he among the wailing Souls laments.
M26.23; E123|
And these the Labours of the Sons of Los in Allamanda:
M26.24; E123|
And in the City of Golgonooza: & in Luban: & around
M26.25; E123|
The Lake of Udan-Adan, in the Forests of Entuthon Benython
M26.26; E123|
Where Souls incessant wail, being piteous Passions & Desires
M26.27; E123|
With neither lineament nor form but like to watry clouds
M26.28; E123|
The Passions & Desires descend upon the hungry winds
M26.29; E123|
For such alone Sleepers remain meer passion & appetite;
M26.30; E123|
The Sons of Los clothe them & feed & provide houses & fields
M26.31; E123|
And every Generated Body in its inward form,
M26.32; E123|
Is a garden of delight & a building of magnificence,
M26.33; E123|
Built by the Sons of Los in Bowlahoola & Allamanda
M26.34; E123|
And the herbs & flowers & furniture & beds & chambers
M26.35; E123|
Continually woven in the Looms of Enitharmons Daughters
M26.36; E123|
In bright Cathedrons golden Dome with care & love & tears
M26.37; E123|
For the various Classes of Men are all markd out determinate
M26.38; E124|
In Bowlahoola; & as the Spectres choose their affinities
M26.39; E124|
So they are born on Earth, & every Class is determinate
M26.40; E124|
But not by Natural but by Spiritual power alone. Because
M26.41; E124|
The Natural power continually seeks & tends to Destruction
M26.42; E124|
Ending in Death: which would of itself be Eternal Death
M26.43; E124|
And all are Class'd by Spiritual, & not by Natural power.
M26.44; E124|
And every Natural Effect has a Spiritual Cause, and Not
M26.45; E124|
A Natural: for a Natural Cause only seems, it is Delusion
M26.46; E124|
Of Ulro: & a ratio of the perishing Vegetable Memory.
M27.1; E124|
But the Wine-press of Los is eastward of Golgonooza, before the Seat
M27.2; E124|
Of Satan. Luvah laid the foundation & Urizen finish'd it in howling
Woe.
M27.3; E124|
How red the sons & daughters of Luvah! here they tread the grapes.
M27.4; E124|
Laughing & shouting drunk with odours many fall oerwearied
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Drownd in the wine is many a youth & maiden: those around
M27.6; E124|
Lay them on skins of Tygers & of the spotted Leopard & the Wild
Ass
M27.7; E124|
Till they revive, or bury them in cool grots, making lamentation.
M27.8; E124|
This Wine-press is call'd War on Earth, it is the Printing-Press
M27.9; E124|
Of Los; and here he lays his words in order above the mortal brain
M27.10; E124|
As cogs are formd in a wheel to turn the cogs of the adverse wheel.
M27.11; E124|
Timbrels & violins sport round the Wine-presses; the little Seed;
M27.12; E124|
The sportive Root, the Earth-worm, the gold Beetle; the wise Emmet;
M27.13; E124|
Dance round the Wine-presses of Luvah: the Centipede is there:
M27.14; E124|
The ground Spider with many eyes: the Mole clothed in velvet
M27.15; E124|
The ambitious Spider in his sullen web; the lucky golden Spinner;
M27.16; E124|
The Earwig armd: the tender Maggot emblem of immortality:
M27.17; E124|
The Flea: Louse: Bug: the Tape-Worm: all the Armies of Disease:
M27.18; E124|
Visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating Man.
M27.19; E124|
The slow Slug: the Grasshopper that sings & laughs & drinks:
M27.20; E124|
Winter comes, he folds his slender bones without a murmur.
M27.21; E124|
The cruel Scorpion is there: the Gnat: Wasp: Hornet & the Honey Bee:
M27.22; E124|
The Toad & venomous Newt; the Serpent clothd in gems & gold:
M27.23; E124|
They throw off their gorgeous raiment: they rejoice with loud jubilee
M27.24; E124|
Around the Wine-presses of Luvah, naked & drunk with wine.
M27.25; E124|
There is the Nettle that stings with soft down; and there
M27.26; E124|
The indignant Thistle: whose bitterness is bred in his milk:
M27.27; E124|
Who feeds on contempt of his neighbour: there all the idle Weeds
M27.28; E124|
That creep around the obscure places, shew their various limbs.
M27.29; E124|
Naked in all their beauty dancing round the Wine-presses.
M27.30; E124|
But in the Wine-presses the Human grapes sing not, nor dance
M27.31; E124|
They howl & writhe in shoals of torment; in fierce flames consuming,
M27.32; E125|
In chains of iron & in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires.
M27.33; E125|
In pits & dens & shades of death: in shapes of torment & woe.
M27.34; E125|
The plates & screws & wracks & saws & cords & fires
& cisterns
M27.35; E125|
The cruel joys of Luvahs Daughters lacerating with knives
M27.36; E125|
And whips their Victims & the deadly sport of Luvahs Sons.
M27.37; E125|
They dance around the dying, & they drink the howl & groan
M27.38; E125|
They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another:
M27.39; E125|
These are the sports of love, & these the sweet delights of amorous
play
M27.40; E125|
Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the cluster the last sigh
M27.41; E125|
Of the mild youth who listens to the lureing songs of Luvah
M27.42; E125|
But Allamanda calld on Earth Commerce, is the Cultivated land
M27.43; E125|
Around the City of Golgonooza in the Forests of Entuthon:
M27.44; E125|
Here the Sons of Los labour against Death Eternal; through all
M27.45; E125|
The Twenty-seven Heavens of Beulah in Ulro, Seat of Satan,
M27.46; E125|
Which is the False Tongue beneath Beulah: it is the Sense of Touch:
M27.47; E125|
The Plow goes forth in tempests & lightnings & the narrow cruel
M27.48; E125|
In blights of the east; the heavy Roller follows in howlings of woe.
M27.49; E125|
Urizens sons here labour also; & here are seen the Mills
M27.50; E125|
Of Theotormon, on the verge of the Lake of Udan-Adan:
M27.51; E125|
These are the starry voids of night & the depths & caverns of earth
M27.52; E125|
These Mills are oceans, clouds & waters ungovernable in their fury
M27.53; E125|
Here are the stars created & the seeds of all things planted
M27.54; E125|
And here the Sun & Moon recieve their fixed destinations
M27.55; E125|
But in Eternity the Four Arts: Poetry, Painting, Music,
M27.56; E125|
And Architecture which is Science: are the Four Faces of Man.
M27.57; E125|
Not so in Time & Space: there Three are shut out, and only
M27.58; E125|
Science remains thro Mercy: & by means of Science, the Three
M27.59; E125|
Become apparent in time & space, in the Three Professions
M27.60; E125|
Poetry in Religion: Music, Law: Painting, in Physic & Surgery:
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That Man may live upon Earth till the time of his awaking,
M27.62; E125|
And from these Three, Science derives every Occupation of Men.
M27.63; E125|
And Science is divided into Bowlahoola & Allamanda.
M28.1; E125|
Some Sons of Los surround the Passions with porches of iron & silver
M28.2; E125|
Creating form & beauty around the dark regions of sorrow,
M28.3; E125|
Giving to airy nothing a name and a habitation
M28.4; E125|
Delightful! with bounds to the Infinite putting off the Indefinite
M28.5; E125|
Into most holy forms of Thought: (such is the power of inspiration)
M28.6; E125|
They labour incessant; with many tears & afflictions:
M28.7; E125|
Creating the beautiful House for the piteous sufferer.
M28.8; E125|
Others; Cabinets richly fabricate of gold & ivory;
M28.9; E125|
For Doubts & fears unform'd & wretched & melancholy
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M28.10; E126|
The little weeping Spectre stands on the threshold of Death
M28.11; E126|
Eternal; and sometimes two Spectres like lamps quivering
M28.12; E126|
And often malignant they combat (heart-breaking sorrowful & piteous)
M28.13; E126|
Antamon takes them into his beautiful flexible hands,
M28.14; E126|
As the Sower takes the seed, or as the Artist his clay
M28.15; E126|
Or fine wax, to mould artful a model for golden ornaments,
M28.16; E126|
The soft hands of Antamon draw the indelible line:
M28.17; E126|
Form immortal with golden pen; such as the Spectre admiring
M28.18; E126|
Puts on the sweet form; then smiles Antamon bright thro his windows
M28.19; E126|
The Daughters of beauty look up from their Loom & prepare.
M28.20; E126|
The integument soft for its clothing with joy & delight.
M28.21; E126|
But Theotormon & Sotha stand in the Gate of Luban anxious
M28.22; E126|
Their numbers are seven million & seven thousand & seven hundred
M28.23; E126|
They contend with the weak Spectres, they fabricate soothing forms
M28.24; E126|
The Spectre refuses. he seeks cruelty. they create the crested Cock
M28.25; E126|
Terrified the Spectre screams & rushes in fear into their Net
M28.26; E126|
Of kindness & compassion & is born a weeping terror.
M28.27; E126|
Or they create the Lion & Tyger in compassionate thunderings
M28.28; E126|
Howling the Spectres flee: they take refuge in Human lineaments.
M28.29; E126|
The Sons of Ozoth within the Optic Nerve stand fiery glowing
M28.30; E126|
And the number of his Sons is eight millions & eight.
M28.31; E126|
They give delights to the man unknown; artificial riches
M28.32; E126|
They give to scorn, & their posessors to trouble & sorrow &
care,
M28.33; E126|
Shutting the sun. & moon. & stars. & trees. & clouds. &
waters.
M28.34; E126|
And hills. out from the Optic Nerve & hardening it into a bone
M28.35; E126|
Opake. and like the black pebble on the enraged beach.
M28.36; E126|
While the poor indigent is like the diamond which tho cloth'd
M28.37; E126|
In rugged covering in the mine, is open all within
M28.38; E126|
And in his hallowd center holds the heavens of bright eternity
M28.39; E126|
Ozoth here builds walls of rocks against the surging sea
M28.40; E126|
And timbers crampt with iron cramps bar in the joys of life
M28.41; E126|
From fell destruction in the Spectrous cunning or rage. He Creates
M28.42; E126|
The speckled Newt, the Spider & Beetle, the Rat & Mouse,
M28.43; E126|
The Badger & Fox: they worship before his feet in trembling fear.
M28.44; E126|
But others of the Sons of Los build Moments & Minutes & Hours
M28.45; E126|
And Days & Months & Years & Ages & Periods; wondrous buildings
M28.46; E126|
And every Moment has a Couch of gold for soft repose,
M28.47; E126|
(A Moment equals a pulsation of the artery) ,
M28.48; E126|
And between every two Moments stands a Daughter of Beulah
M28.49; E126|
To feed the Sleepers on their Couches with maternal care.
M28.50; E126|
And every Minute has an azure Tent with silken Veils.
M28.51; E126|
And every Hour has a bright golden Gate carved with skill.
M28.52; E126|
And every Day & Night, has Walls of brass & Gates of adamant,
M28.53; E126|
Shining like precious stones & ornamented with appropriate signs:
M28.54; E127|
And every Month, a silver paved Terrace builded high:
M28.55; E127|
And every Year, invulnerable Barriers with high Towers.
M28.56; E127|
And every Age is Moated deep with Bridges of silver & gold.
M28.57; E127|
And every Seven Ages is Incircled with a Flaming Fire.
M28.58; E127|
Now Seven Ages is amounting to Two Hundred Years
M28.59; E127|
Each has its Guard. each Moment Minute Hour Day Month & Year.
M28.60; E127|
All are the work of Fairy hands of the Four Elements
M28.61; E127|
The Guard are Angels of Providence on duty evermore
M28.62; E127|
Every Time less than a pulsation of the artery
M28.63; E127|
Is equal in its period & value to Six Thousand Years.
M29.1; E127|
For in this Period the Poets Work is Done: and all the Great
M29.2; E127|
Events of Time start forth & are concievd in such a Period
M29.3; E127|
Within a Moment: a Pulsation of the Artery.
M29.4; E127|
The Sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los
M29.5; E127|
And every Space that a Man views around his dwelling-place:
M29.6; E127|
Standing on his own roof, or in his garden on a mount
M29.7; E127|
Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his Universe;
M29.8; E127|
And on its verge the Sun rises & sets. the Clouds bow
M29.9; E127|
To meet the flat Earth & the Sea in such an orderd Space:
M29.10; E127|
The Starry heavens reach no further but here bend and set
M29.11; E127|
On all sides & the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:
M29.12; E127|
And if he move his dwelling-place, his heavens also move.
M29.13; E127|
Wher'eer he goes & all his neighbourhood bewail his loss:
M29.14; E127|
Such are the Spaces called Earth & such its dimension:
M29.15; E127|
As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner,
M29.16; E127|
As of a Globe rolling thro Voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro
M29.17; E127|
The Microscope knows not of this nor the Telescope. they alter
M29.18; E127|
The ratio of the Spectators Organs but leave Objects untouchd
M29.19; E127|
For every Space larger than a red Globule of Mans blood.
M29.20; E127|
Is visionary: and is created by the Hammer of Los
M29.21; E127|
And every Space smaller than a Globule of Mans blood. opens
M29.22; E127|
Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow:
M29.23; E127|
The red Globule is the unwearied Sun by Los created
M29.24; E127|
To measure Time and Space to mortal Men. every morning.
M29.25; E127|
Bowlahoola & Allamanda are placed on each side
M29.26; E127|
Of that Pulsation & that Globule, terrible their power.
M29.27; E127|
But Rintrah & Palamabron govern over Day & Night
M29.28; E127|
In Allamanda & Entuthon Benython where Souls wail:
M29.29; E127|
Where Orc incessant howls burning in fires of Eternal Youth,
M29.30; E127|
Within the vegetated mortal Nerves; for every Man born is joined
M29.31; E127|
Within into One mighty Polypus, and this Polypus is Orc.
M29.32; E127|
But in the Optic vegetative Nerves Sleep was transformed
M29.33; E127|
To Death in old time by Satan the father of Sin & Death
M29.34; E127|
And Satan is the Spectre of Orc & Orc is the generate Luvah
M29.35; E128|
But in the Nerves of the Nostrils, Accident being formed
M29.36; E128|
Into Substance & Principle, by the cruelties of Demonstration
M29.37; E128|
It became Opake & Indefinite; but the Divine Saviour,
M29.38; E128|
Formed it into a Solid by Los's Mathematic power.
M29.39; E128|
He named the Opake Satan: he named the Solid Adam
M29.40; E128|
And in the Nerves of the Ear, (for the Nerves of the Tongue are closed)
M29.41; E128|
On Albions Rock Los stands creating the glorious Sun each morning
M29.42; E128|
And when unwearied in the evening he creates the Moon
M29.43; E128|
Death to delude, who all in terror at their splendor leaves
M29.44; E128|
His prey while Los appoints, & Rintrah & Palamabron guide
M29.45; E128|
The Souls clear from the Rock of Death, that Death himself may wake
M29.46; E128|
In his appointed season when the ends of heaven meet.
M29.47; E128|
Then Los conducts the Spirits to be Vegetated, into
M29.48; E128|
Great Golgonooza, free from the four iron pillars of Satans Throne
M29.49; E128|
(Temperance, Prudence, Justice, Fortitude, the four pillars of tyranny)
M29.50; E128|
That Satans Watch-Fiends touch them not before they Vegetate.
M29.51; E128|
But Enitharmon and her Daughters take the pleasant charge.
M29.52; E128|
To give them to their lovely heavens till the Great Judgment Day
M29.53; E128|
Such is their lovely charge. But Rahab & Tirzah pervert
M29.54; E128|
Their mild influences, therefore the Seven Eyes of God walk round
M29.55; E128|
The Three Heavens of Ulro, where Tirzah & her Sisters
M29.56; E128|
Weave the black Woof of Death upon Entuthon Benython
M29.57; E128|
In the Vale of Surrey where Horeb terminates in Rephaim
M29.58; E128|
The stamping feet of Zelophehads Daughters are coverd with Human gore
M29.59; E128|
Upon the treddles of the Loom, they sing to the winged shuttle:
M29.60; E128|
The River rises above his banks to wash the Woof:
M29.61; E128|
He takes it in his arms: he passes it in strength thro his current
M29.62; E128|
The veil of human miseries is woven over the Ocean
M29.63; E128|
From the Atlantic to the Great South Sea, the Erythrean.
M29.64; E128|
Such is the World of Los the labour of six thousand years.
M29.65; E128|
Thus Nature is a Vision of the Science of the Elohim.
M29; E128|
End of the First Book.
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MILTON: BOOK THE SECOND
M30.1; E129|
There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True
M30.2; E129|
This place is called Beulah, It is a pleasant lovely Shadow
M30.3; E129|
Where no dispute can come. Because of those who Sleep.
M30.4; E129|
Into this place the Sons & Daughters of Ololon descended
M30.5; E129|
With solemn mourning into Beulahs moony shades & hills
M30.6; E129|
Weeping for Milton: mute wonder held the Daughters of Beulah
M30.7; E129|
Enrapturd with affection sweet and mild benevolence
M30.8; E129|
Beulah is evermore Created around Eternity; appearing
M30.9; E129|
To the Inhabitants of Eden, around them on all sides.
M30.10; E129|
But Beulah to its Inhabitants appears within each district
M30.11; E129|
As the beloved infant in his mothers bosom round incircled
M30.12; E129|
With arms of love & pity & sweet compassion. But to
M30.13; E129|
The Sons of Eden the moony habitations of Beulah,
M30.14; E129|
Are from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant Rest.
M30.15; E129|
And it is thus Created. Lo the Eternal Great Humanity
M30.16; E129|
To whom be Glory & Dominion Evermore Amen
M30.17; E129|
Walks among all his awful Family see in every face
M30.18; E129|
As the breath of the Almighty. such are the words of man to man
M30.19; E129|
In the great Wars of Eternity, in fury of Poetic Inspiration,
M30.20; E129|
To build the Universe stupendous: Mental forms Creating
M30.21; E129|
But the Emanations trembled exceedingly, nor could they
M30.22; E129|
Live, because the life of Man was too exceeding unbounded
M30.23; E129|
His joy became terrible to them they trembled & wept
M30.24; E129|
Crying with one voice. Give us a habitation & a place
M30.25; E129|
In which we may be hidden under the shadow of wings
M30.26; E129|
For if we who are but for a time, & who pass away in winter
M30.27; E129|
Behold these wonders of Eternity we shall consume
M30.28; E129|
But you O our Fathers & Brothers, remain in Eternity
M30.29; E130|
But grant us a Temporal Habitation. do you speak
M30.30; E130|
To us; we will obey your words as you obey Jesus
M30.31; E130|
The Eternal who is blessed for ever & ever. Amen
M30.32; E130|
So spake the lovely Emanations; & there appeard a pleasant
M30.33; E130|
Mild Shadow above: beneath: & on all sides round,
M31.1; E130|
Into this pleasant Shadow all the weak & weary
M31.2; E130|
Like Women & Children were taken away as on wings
M31.3; E130|
Of dovelike softness, & shadowy habitations prepared for them
M31.4; E130|
But every Man returnd & went still going forward thro'
M31.5; E130|
The Bosom of the Father in Eternity on Eternity
M31.6; E130|
Neither did any lack or fall into Error without
M31.7; E130|
A Shadow to repose in all the Days of happy Eternity
M31.8; E130|
Into this pleasant Shadow Beulah, all Ololon descended
M31.9; E130|
And when the Daughters of Beulah heard the lamentation
M31.10; E130|
All Beulah wept, for they saw the Lord coming in the Clouds
M31.11; E130|
And the Shadows of Beulah terminate in rocky Albion.
M31.12; E130|
And all Nations wept in affliction Family by Family
M31.13; E130|
Germany wept towards France & Italy: England wept & trembled
M31.14; E130|
Towards America: India rose up from his golden bed:
M31.15; E130|
As one awakend in the night: they saw the Lord coming
M31.16; E130|
In the Clouds of Ololon with Power & Great Glory!
M31.17; E130|
And all the Living Creatures of the Four Elements, wail'd
M31.18; E130|
With bitter wailing: these in the aggregate are named Satan
M31.19; E130|
And Rahab: they know not of Regeneration, but only of Generation
M31.20; E130|
The Fairies, Nymphs, Gnomes & Genii of the Four Elements
M31.21; E130|
Unforgiving & unalterable: these cannot be Regenerated
M31.22; E130|
But must be Created, for they know only of Generation
M31.23; E130|
These are the Gods of the Kingdoms of the Earth: in contrarious
M31.24; E130|
And cruel opposition: Element against Element, opposed in War
M31.25; E130|
Not Mental, as the Wars of Eternity, but a Corporeal Strife
M31.26; E130|
In Los's Halls continual labouring in the Furnaces of Golgonooza
M31.27; E130|
Orc howls on the Atlantic: Enitharmon trembles: All Beulah weeps
M31.28; E130|
Thou hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring;
M31.29; E130|
The Lark sitting upon his earthy bed: just as the morn
M31.30; E130|
Appears; listens silent; then springing from the waving Corn-field! loud
M31.31; E130|
He leads the Choir of Day! trill, trill, trill, trill,
M31.32; E130|
Mounting upon the wings of light into the Great Expanse:
M31.33; E130|
Reecchoing against the lovely blue & shining heavenly Shell:
M31.34; E130|
His little throat labours with inspiration; every feather
M31.35; E130|
On throat & breast & wings vibrates with the effluence Divine
M31.36; E130|
All Nature listens silent to him & the awful Sun
M31.37; E130|
Stands still upon the Mountain looking on this little Bird
M31.38; E131|
With eyes of soft humility, & wonder love & awe.
M31.39; E131|
Then loud from their green covert all the Birds begin their Song
M31.40; E131|
The Thrush, the Linnet & the Goldfinch, Robin & the Wren
M31.41; E131|
Awake the Sun from his sweet reverie upon the Mountain:
M31.42; E131|
The Nightingale again assays his song, & thro the day,
M31.43; E131|
And thro the night warbles luxuriant; every Bird of Song
M31.44; E131|
Attending his loud harmony with admiration & love.
M31.45; E131|
This is a Vision of the lamentation of Beulah over Ololon!
M31.46; E131|
Thou percievest the Flowers put forth their precious Odours!
M31.47; E131|
And none can tell how from so small a center comes such sweets
M31.48; E131|
Forgetting that within that Center Eternity expands
M31.49; E131|
Its ever during doors, that Og & Anak fiercely guard[.]
M31.50; E131|
First eer the morning breaks joy opens in the flowery bosoms
M31.51; E131|
Joy even to tears, which the Sun rising dries; first the Wild Thyme
M31.52; E131|
And Meadow-sweet downy & soft waving among the reeds.
M31.53; E131|
Light springing on the air lead the sweet Dance: they wake
M31.54; E131|
The Honeysuckle sleeping on the Oak: the flaunting beauty
M31.55; E131|
Revels along upon the wind; the White-thorn lovely May
M31.56; E131|
Opens her many lovely eyes: listening the Rose still sleeps
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M31.57; E131|
None dare to wake her. soon she bursts her crimson curtaind bed
M31.58; E131|
And comes forth in the majesty of beauty; every Flower:
M31.59; E131|
The Pink, the Jessamine, the Wall-flower, the Carnation
M31.60; E131|
The Jonquil, the mild Lilly opes her heavens! every Tree,
M31.61; E131|
And Flower & Herb soon fill the air with an innumerable Dance
M31.62; E131|
Yet all in order sweet & lovely, Men are sick with Love!
M31.63; E131|
Such is a Vision of the lamentation of Beulah over Ololon
M32.1; E131|
And Milton oft sat up on the Couch of Death & oft conversed
M32.2; E131|
In vision & dream beatific with the Seven Angels of the Presence
M32.3; E131|
I have turned my back upon these Heavens builded on cruelty
M32.4; E131|
My Spectre still wandering thro' them follows my Emanation
M32.5; E131|
He hunts her footsteps thro' the snow & the wintry hail & rain
M32.6; E131|
The idiot Reasoner laughs at the Man of Imagination
M32.7; E131|
And from laughter proceeds to murder by undervaluing calumny
M32.8; E131|
Then Hillel who is Lucifer replied over the Couch of Death
M32.9; E131|
And thus the Seven Angels instructed him & thus they converse.
M32.10; E131|
We are not Individuals but States: Combinations of Individuals
M32.11; E131|
We were Angels of the Divine Presence: & were Druids in Annandale
M32.12; E131|
Compelld to combine into Form by Satan, the Spectre of Albion,
M32.13; E131|
Who made himself a God &, destroyed the Human Form Divine. [Hebrew
text]
M32.14; E131|
But the Divine Humanity & Mercy gave us a Human Form as multitudes
M32.15; E131|
Because we were combind in Freedom & holy Brotherhood Vox Populi
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M32.16; E132|
While those combind by Satans Tyranny first in the blood of War
M32.17; E132|
And Sacrifice &, next, in Chains of imprisonment: are Shapeless Rocks
M32.18; E132|
Retaining only Satans Mathematic Holiness, Length: Bredth & Highth
M32.19; E132|
Calling the Human Imagination: which is the Divine Vision & Fruition
M32.20; E132|
In which Man liveth eternally: madness & blasphemy, against
M32.21; E132|
Its own Qualities, which are Servants of Humanity, not Gods or Lords[.]
M32.22; E132|
Distinguish therefore States from Individuals in those States.
M32.23; E132|
States Change: but Individual Identities never change nor cease:
M32.24; E132|
You cannot go to Eternal Death in that which can never Die.
M32.25; E132|
Satan & Adam are States Created into Twenty-seven Churches
M32.26; E132|
And thou O Milton art a State about to be Created
M32.27; E132|
Called Eternal Annihilation that none but the Living shall
M32.28; E132|
Dare to enter: & they shall enter triumphant over Death
M32.29; E132|
And Hell & the Grave! States that are not, but ah! Seem to be.
M32.30; E132|
Judge then of thy Own Self: thy Eternal Lineaments explore
M32.31; E132|
What is Eternal & what Changeable? & what Annihilable!
M32.32; E132|
The Imagination is not a State: it is the Human Existence itself
M32.33; E132|
Affection or Love becomes a State, when divided from Imagination
M32.34; E132|
The Memory is a State always, & the Reason is a State
M32.35; E132|
Created to be Annihilated & a new Ratio Created
M32.36; E132|
Whatever can be Created can be Annihilated Forms cannot
M32.37; E132|
The Oak is cut down by the Ax, the Lamb falls by the Knife
M32.38; E132|
But their Forms Eternal Exist, For-ever. Amen Halle[l]ujah
M32.39; E132|
Thus they converse with the Dead watching round the Couch of Death.
M32.40; E132|
For God himself enters Death's Door always with those that enter
M32.41; E132|
And lays down in the Grave with them, in Visions of Eternity
M32.42; E132|
Till they awake & see Jesus & the Linen Clothes lying
M32.43; E132|
That the Females had Woven for them, & the Gates of their Fathers House
M33.1; E132|
And the Divine Voice was heard in the Songs of Beulah Saying
M33.2; E132|
When I first Married you, I gave you all my whole Soul
M33.3; E132|
I thought that you would love my loves & joy in my delights
M33.4; E132|
Seeking for pleasures in my pleasures O Daughter of Babylon
M33.5; E132|
Then thou wast lovely, mild & gentle. now thou art terrible
M33.6; E132|
In jealousy & unlovely in my sight, because thou hast cruelly
M33.7; E132|
Cut off my loves in fury till I have no love left for thee
M33.8; E132|
Thy love depends on him thou lovest & on his dear loves
M33.9; E132|
Depend thy pleasures which thou hast cut off by jealousy
M33.10; E132|
Therefore I shew my jealousy & set before you Death.
M33.11; E132|
Behold Milton descended to Redeem the Female Shade
M33.12; E133|
From Death Eternal; such your lot, to be continually Redeem'd
M33.13; E133|
By death & misery of those you love & by Annihilation
M33.14; E133|
When the Sixfold Female percieves that Milton annihilates
M33.15; E133|
Himself: that seeing all his loves by her cut off: he leaves
M33.16; E133|
Her also: intirely abstracting himself from Female loves
M33.17; E133|
She shall relent in fear of death: She shall begin to give
M33.18; E133|
Her maidens to her husband: delighting in his delight
M33.19; E133|
And then & then alone begins the happy Female joy
M33.20; E133|
As it is done in Beulah, & thou O Virgin Babylon Mother of Whoredoms
M33.21; E133|
Shalt bring Jerusalem in thine arms in the night watches; and
M33.22; E133|
No longer turning her a wandering Harlot in the streets
M33.23; E133|
Shalt give her into the arms of God your Lord & Husband.
M33.24; E133|
Such are the Songs of Beulah in the Lamentations of Ololon
M34.1; E133|
And all the Songs of Beulah sounded comfortable notes
M34.2; E133|
To comfort Ololons lamentation, for they said[:]
M34.3; E133|
Are you the Fiery Circle that late drove in fury & fire
M34.4; E133|
The Eight Immortal Starry-Ones down into Ulro dark
M34.5; E133|
Rending the Heavens of Beulah with your thunder & lightnings
M34.6; E133|
And can you thus lament & can you pity & forgive?
M34.7; E133|
Is terror changd to pity O wonder of Eternity!
M34.8; E134|
And the Four States of Humanity in its Repose,
M34.9; E134|
Were shewed them. First of Beulah a most pleasant Sleep
M34.10; E134|
On Couches soft, with mild music, tended by Flowers of Beulah
M34.11; E134|
Sweet Female forms, winged or floating in the air spontaneous
M34.12; E134|
The Second State is Alla & the third State Al-Ulro;
M34.13; E134|
But the Fourth State is dreadful; it is named Or-Ulro:
M34.14; E134|
The First State is in the Head, the Second is in the Heart:
M34.15; E134|
The Third in the Loins & Seminal Vessels & the Fourth
M34.16; E134|
In the Stomach & Intestines terrible, deadly, unutterable
M34.17; E134|
And he whose Gates are opend in those Regions of his Body
M34.18; E134|
Can from those Gates view all these wondrous Imaginations
M34.19; E134|
But Ololon sought the Or-Ulro & its fiery Gates
M34.20; E134|
And the Couches of the Martyrs: & many Daughters of Beulah
M34.21; E134|
Accompany them down to the Ulro with soft melodious tears
M34.22; E134|
A long journey & dark thro Chaos in the track of Miltons course
M34.23; E134|
To where the Contraries of Beulah War beneath Negations Banner
M34.24; E134|
Then view'd from Miltons Track they see the Ulro: a vast Polypus
M34.25; E134|
Of living fibres down into the Sea of Time & Space growing
M34.26; E134|
A self-devouring monstrous human Death Twenty-seven fold
M34.27; E134|
Within it sit Five Females & the nameless Shadowy Mother
M34.28; E134|
Spinning it from their bowels with songs of amorous delight
M34.29; E134|
And melting cadences that lure the Sleepers of Beulah down
M34.30; E134|
The River Storge (which is Arnon) into the Dead Sea:
M34.31; E134|
Around this Polypus Los continual builds the Mundane Shell
M34.32; E134|
Four Universes round the Universe of Los remain Chaotic
M34.33; E134|
Four intersecting Globes, & the Egg form'd World of Los
M34.34; E134|
In midst; stretching from Zenith to Nadir, in midst of Chaos.
M34.35; E134|
One of these Ruind Universes is to the North named Urthona
M34.36; E134|
One to the South this was the glorious World of Urizen
M34.37; E134|
One to the East, of Luvah: One to the West; of Tharmas.
M34.38; E134|
But when Luvah assumed the World of Urizen in the South
M34.39; E134|
All fell towards the Center sinking downward in dire Ruin
M34.40; E134|
Here in these Chaoses the Sons of Ololon took their abode
M34.41; E134|
In Chasms of the Mundane Shell which open on all sides round
M34.42; E134|
Southward & by the East within the Breach of Miltons descent
M34.43; E134|
To watch the time, pitying & gentle to awaken Urizen
M34.44; E134|
They stood in a dark land of death of fiery corroding waters
M34.45; E134|
Where lie in evil death the Four Immortals pale and cold
M34.46; E134|
And the Eternal Man even Albion upon the Rock of Ages[.]
M34.47; E134|
Seeing Miltons Shadow, some Daughters of Beulah trembling
M34.48; E134|
Returnd, but Ololon remaind before the Gates of the Dead
M34.49; E134|
And Ololon looked down into the Heavens of Ulro in fear
M34.50; E134|
They said. How are the Wars of Man which in Great Eternity
M34.51; E135|
Appear around, in the External Spheres of Visionary Life
M34.52; E135|
Here renderd Deadly within the Life & Interior Vision
M34.53; E135|
How are the Beasts & Birds & Fishes, & Plants & Minerals
M34.54; E135|
Here fixd into a frozen bulk subject to decay & death[?]
M34.55; E135|
Those Visions of Human Life & Shadows of Wisdom & Knowledge
M35.1; E135|
Are here frozen to unexpansive deadly destroying terrors[.]
M35.2; E135|
And War & Hunting: the Two Fountains of the River of Life
M35.3; E135|
Are become Fountains of bitter Death & of corroding Hell
M35.4; E135|
Till Brotherhood is changd into a Curse & a Flattery
M35.5; E135|
By Differences between Ideas, that Ideas themselves, (which are
M35.6; E135|
The Divine Members) may be slain in offerings for sin
M35.7; E135|
O dreadful Loom of Death! O piteous Female forms compelld
M35.8; E135|
To weave the Woof of Death, On Camberwell Tirzahs Courts
M35.9; E135|
Malahs on Blackheath, Rahab & Noah. dwell on Windsors heights
M35.10; E135|
Where once the Cherubs of Jerusalem spread to Lambeths Vale
M35.11; E135|
Milcahs Pillars shine from Harrow to Hampstead where Hoglah
M35.12; E135|
On Highgates heights magnificent Weaves overtrembling Thames
M35.13; E135|
To Shooters Hill and thence to Blackheath the dark Woof! Loud
M35.14; E135|
Loud roll the Weights & Spindles over the whole Earth let down
M35.15; E135|
On all sides round to the Four Quarters of the World, eastward on
M35.16; E135|
Europe to Euphrates & Hindu, to Nile & back in Clouds
M35.17; E135|
Of Death across the Atlantic to America North & South
M35.18; E135|
So spake Ololon in reminiscence astonishd, but they
M35.19; E135|
Could not behold Golgonooza without passing the Polypus
M35.20; E135|
A wondrous journey not passable by Immortal feet, & none
M35.21; E135|
But the Divine Saviour can pass it without annihilation.
M35.22; E135|
For Golgonooza cannot be seen till having passd the Polypus
M35.23; E135|
It is viewed on all sides round by a Four-fold Vision
M35.24; E135|
Or till you become Mortal & Vegetable in Sexuality
M35.25; E135|
Then you behold its mighty Spires & Domes of ivory & gold
M35.26; E135|
And Ololon examined all the Couches of the Dead.
M35.27; E135|
Even of Los & Enitharmon & all the Sons of Albion
M35.28; E135|
And his Four Zoas terrified & on the verge of Death
M35.29; E135|
In midst of these was Miltons Couch, & when they saw Eight
M35.30; E135|
Immortal Starry-Ones, guarding the Couch in flaming fires
M35.31; E135|
They thunderous utterd all a universal groan falling down
M35.32; E135|
Prostrate before the Starry Eight asking with tears forgiveness
M35.33; E135|
Confessing their crime with humiliation and sorrow.
M35.34; E135|
O how the Starry Eight rejoic'd to see Ololon descended!
M35.35; E135|
And now that a wide road was open to Eternity,
M35.36; E135|
By Ololons descent thro Beulah to Los & Enitharmon,
M35.37; E135|
For mighty were the multitudes of Ololon, vast the extent
M35.38; E135|
Of their great sway, reaching from Ulro to Eternity
M35.39; E136|
Surrounding the Mundane Shell outside in its Caverns
M35.40; E136|
And through Beulah. and all silent forbore to contend
M35.41; E136|
With Ololon for they saw the Lord in the Clouds of Ololon
M35.42; E136|
There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find
M35.43; E136|
Nor can his Watch Fiends find it, but the Industrious find
M35.44; E136|
This Moment & it multiply. & when it once is found
M35.45; E136|
It renovates every Moment of the Day if rightly placed[.]
M35.46; E136|
In this Moment Ololon descended to Los & Enitharmon
M35.47; E136|
Unseen beyond the Mundane Shell Southward in Miltons track
M35.48; E136|
Just in this Moment when the morning odours rise abroad
M35.49; E136|
And first from the Wild Thyme, stands a Fountain in a rock
M35.50; E136|
Of crystal flowing into two Streams, one flows thro Golgonooza
M35.51; E136|
And thro Beulah to Eden beneath Los's western Wall
M35.52; E136|
The other flows thro the Aerial Void & all the Churches
M35.53; E136|
Meeting again in Golgonooza beyond Satans Seat
M35.54; E136|
The Wild Thyme is Los's Messenger to Eden, a mighty Demon
M35.55; E136|
Terrible deadly & poisonous his presence in Ulro dark
M35.56; E136|
Therefore he appears only a small Root creeping in grass
M35.57; E136|
Covering over the Rock of Odours his bright purple mantle
M35.58; E136|
Beside the Fount above the Larks nest in Golgonooza
M35.59; E136|
Luvah slept here in death & here is Luvahs empty Tomb
M35.60; E136|
Ololon sat beside this Fountain on the Rock of Odours.
M35.61; E136|
Just at the place to where the Lark mounts, is a Crystal Gate
M35.62; E136|
It is the enterance of the First Heaven named Luther: for
M35.63; E136|
The Lark is Los's Messenger thro the Twenty-seven Churches
M35.64; E136|
That the Seven Eyes of God who walk even to Satans Seat
M35.65; E136|
Thro all the Twenty-seven Heavens may not slumber nor sleep
M35.66; E136|
But the Larks Nest is at the Gate of Los, at the eastern
M35.67; E136|
Gate of wide Golgonooza & the Lark is Los's Messenger
M36.1; E136|
When on the highest lift of his light pinions he arrives
M36.2; E136|
At that bright Gate, another Lark meets him & back to back
M36.3; E136|
They touch their pinions tip tip: and each descend
M36.4; E136|
To their respective Earths & there all night consult with Angels
M36.5; E136|
Of Providence & with the Eyes of God all night in slumbers
M36.6; E136|
Inspired: & at the dawn of day send out another Lark
M36.7; E136|
Into another Heaven to carry news upon his wings
M36.8; E136|
Thus are the Messengers dispatchd till they reach the Earth again
M36.9; E136|
In the East Gate of Golgonooza, & the Twenty-eighth bright
M36.10; E136|
Lark. met the Female Ololon descending into my Garden
M36.11; E136|
Thus it appears to Mortal eyes & those of the Ulro Heavens
M36.12; E136|
But not thus to Immortals, the Lark is a mighty Angel.
M36.13; E136|
For Ololon step'd into the Polypus within the Mundane Shell
M36.14; E136|
They could not step into Vegetable Worlds without becoming
M36.15; E137|
The enemies of Humanity except in a Female Form
M36.16; E137|
And as One Female, Ololon and all its mighty Hosts
M36.17; E137|
Appear'd: a Virgin of twelve years nor time nor space was
M36.18; E137|
To the perception of the Virgin Ololon but as the
M36.19; E137|
Flash of lightning but more quick the Virgin in my Garden
M36.20; E137|
Before my Cottage stood for the Satanic Space is delusion
M36.21; E137|
For when Los joind with me he took me in his firy whirlwind
M36.22; E137|
My Vegetated portion was hurried from Lambeths shades
M36.23; E137|
He set me down in Felphams Vale & prepard a beautiful
M36.24; E137|
Cottage for me that in three years I might write all these Visions
M36.25; E137|
To display Natures cruel holiness: the deceits of Natural Religion[.]
M36.26; E137|
Walking in my Cottage Garden, sudden I beheld
M36.27; E137|
The Virgin Ololon & address'd her as a Daughter of Beulah[:]
M36.28; E137|
Virgin of Providence fear not to enter into my Cottage
M36.29; E137|
What is thy message to thy friend: What am I now to do
M36.30; E137|
Is it again to plunge into deeper affliction? behold me
M36.31; E137|
Ready to obey, but pity thou my Shadow of Delight
M36.32; E137|
Enter my Cottage, comfort her, for she is sick with fatigue
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M37.1; E137|
The Virgin answerd. Knowest thou of Milton who descended
M37.2; E137|
Driven from Eternity; him I seek! terrified at my Act
M37.3; E137|
In Great Eternity which thou knowest! I come him to seek
M37.4; E137|
So Ololon utterd in words distinct the anxious thought
M37.5; E137|
Mild was the voice, but more distinct than any earthly
M37.6; E137|
That Miltons Shadow heard & condensing all his Fibres
M37.7; E137|
Into a strength impregnable of majesty & beauty infinite
M37.8; E137|
I saw he was the Covering Cherub & within him Satan
M37.9; E137|
And Raha[b], in an outside which is fallacious! within t248
M37.10; E137|
Beyond the outline of Identity, in the Selfhood deadly
M37.11; E137|
And he appeard the Wicker Man of Scandinavia in whom
M37.12; E137|
Jerusalems children consume in flames among the Stars
M37.13; E137|
Descending down into my Garden, a Human Wonder of God
M37.14; E137|
Reaching from heaven to earth a Cloud & Human Form
M37.15; E137|
I beheld Milton with astonishment & in him beheld
M37.16; E137|
The Monstrous Churches of Beulah, the Gods of Ulro dark
M37.17; E137|
Twelve monstrous dishumanizd terrors Synagogues of Satan.
M37.18; E137|
A Double Twelve & Thrice Nine: such their divisions.
M37.19; E137|
And these their Names & their Places within the Mundane Shell
M37.20; E137|
In Tyre & Sidon I saw Baal & Ashtaroth. In Moab Chemosh
M37.21; E137|
In Ammon, Molech: loud his Furnaces rage among the Wheels
M37.22; E137|
Of Og, & pealing loud the cries of the Victims of Fire!
M37.23; E137|
And pale his Priestesses infolded in Veils of Pestilence, border'd
M37.24; E137|
With War; Woven in Looms of Tyre & Sidon by beautiful Ashtaroth.
M37.25; E138|
In Palestine Dagon, Sea Monster! worshipd o'er the Sea.
M37.26; E138|
Thammuz in Lebanon & Rimmon in Damascus curtaind
M37.27; E138|
Osiris: Isis: Orus: in Egypt: dark their Tabernacles on Nile
M37.28; E138|
Floating with solemn songs, & on the Lakes of Egypt nightly
M37.29; E138|
With pomp, even till morning break & Osiris appear in the sky
M37.30; E138|
But Belial of Sodom & Gomorrha, obscure Demon of Bribes
M37.31; E138|
And secret Assasinations, not worshipd nor adord; but t249
M37.32; E138|
With the finger on the lips & the back turnd to the light
M37.33; E138|
And Saturn Jove & Rhea of the Isles of the Sea remote
M37.34; E138|
These Twelve Gods. are the Twelve Spectre Sons of the Druid Albion
M37.35; E138|
And these the names of the Twenty-seven Heavens & their Churches
M37.36; E138|
Adam, Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel, Jared, Enoch,
M37.37; E138|
Methuselah, Lamech: these are Giants mighty Hermaphroditic
M37.38; E138|
Noah, Shem, Arphaxad, Cainan the second, Salah, Heber,
M37.39; E138|
Peeg, Reu, Serug, Nahor, Terah, these are the Female-Males
M37.40; E138|
A Male within a Female hid as in an Ark & Curtains,
M37.41; E138|
Abraham, Moses, Solomon, Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine
M37.42; E138|
Luther, these seven are the Male-Females, the Dragon Forms
M37.43; E138|
Religion hid in War, a Dragon red & hidden Harlot
M37.44; E138|
All these are seen in Miltons Shadow who is the Covering Cherub
M37.45; E138|
The Spectre of Albion in which the Spectre of Luvah inhabits
M37.46; E138|
In the Newtonian Voids between the Substances of Creation
M37.47; E138|
For the Chaotic Voids outside of the Stars are measured by
M37.48; E138|
The Stars, which are the boundaries of Kingdoms, Provinces
M37.49; E138|
And Empires of Chaos invisible to the Vegetable Man
M37.50; E138|
The Kingdom of Og. is in Orion: Sihon is in Ophiucus
M37.51; E138|
Og has Twenty-seven Districts; Sihons Districts Twenty-one
M37.52; E138|
From Star to Star, Mountains & Valleys, terrible dimension
M37.53; E138|
Stretchd out, compose the Mundane Shell, a mighty Incrustation
M37.54; E138|
Of Forty-eight deformed Human Wonders of the Almighty
M37.55; E138|
With Caverns whose remotest bottoms meet again beyond
M37.56; E138|
The Mundane Shell in Golgonooza, but the Fires of Los, rage
M37.57; E138|
In the remotest bottoms of the Caves, that none can pass
M37.58; E138|
Into Eternity that way, but all descend to Los
M37.59; E138|
To Bowlahoola & Allamanda & to Entuthon Benython
M37.60; E138|
The Heavens are the Cherub, the Twelve Gods are Satan
M38.1; E138|
And the Forty-eight Starry Regions are Cities of the Levites
M38.2; E138|
The Heads of the Great Polypus, Four-fold twelve enormity
M38.3; E138|
In mighty & mysterious comingling enemy with enemy
M38.4; E138|
Woven by Urizen into Sexes from his mantle of years[.]
M38.5; E138|
And Milton collecting all his fibres into impregnable strength
M38.6; E138|
Descended down a Paved work of all kinds of precious stones
M38.7; E138|
Out from the eastern sky; descending down into my Cottage
M38.8; E138|
Garden: clothed in black, severe & silent he descended.
M38.9; E139|
The Spectre of Satan stood upon the roaring sea & beheld
M38.10; E139|
Milton within hi sleeping Humanity! trembling & shuddring
M38.11; E139|
He stood upon the waves a Twenty-seven-fold mighty Demon
M38.12; E139|
Gorgeous & beautiful: loud roll his thunders against Milton
M38.13; E139|
Loud Satan thunderd, loud & dark upon mild Felpham shore
M38.14; E139|
Not daring to touch one fibre he howld round upon the Sea.
M38.15; E139|
I also stood in Satans bosom & beheld its desolations!
M38.16; E139|
A ruind Man: a ruind building of God not made with hands;
M38.17; E139|
Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible:
M38.18; E139|
Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains
M38.19; E139|
Of pitch & nitre: its ruind palaces & cities & mighty works;
M38.20; E139|
Its furnaces of affliction in which his Angels & Emanations
M38.21; E139|
Labour with blackend visages among its stupendous ruins
M38.22; E139|
Arches & pyramids & porches colonades & domes:
M38.23; E139|
In which dwells Mystery Babylon, here is her secret place
M38.24; E139|
From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight
M38.25; E139|
Here is her Cup filld with its poisons, in these horrid vales
M38.26; E139|
And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war:
M38.27; E139|
Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon
M38.28; E139|
In the Eastern porch of Satans Universe Milton stood & said
M38.29; E139|
Satan! my Spectre! I know my power thee to annihilate
M38.30; E139|
And be a greater in thy place, & be thy Tabernacle
M38.31; E139|
A covering for thee to do thy will, till one greater comes
M38.32; E139|
And smites me as I smote thee & becomes my covering.
M38.33; E139|
Such are the Laws of thy false Heavns! but Laws of Eternity
M38.34; E139|
Are not such: know thou: I come to Self Annihilation
M38.35; E139|
Such are the Laws of Eternity that each shall mutually
M38.36; E139|
Annihilate himself for others good, as I for thee[.]
M38.37; E139|
Thy purpose & the purpose of thy Priests & of thy Churches
M38.38; E139|
Is to impress on men the fear of death; to teach
M38.39; E139|
Trembling & fear, terror, constriction; abject selfishness
M38.40; E139|
Mine is to teach Men to despise death & to go on
M38.41; E139|
In fearless majesty annihilating Self, laughing to scorn
M38.4; E139|
Thy Laws & terrors, shaking down thy Synagogues as webs
M38.43; E139|
I come to discover before Heavn & Hell the Self righteousness
M38.44; E139|
In all its Hypocritic turpitude, opening to every eye
M38.45; E139|
These wonders of Satans holiness shewing to the Earth
M38.46; E139|
The Idol Virtues of the Natural Heart, & Satans Seat
M38.47; E139|
Explore in all its Selfish Natural Virtue & put off
M38.48; E139|
In Self annihilation all that is not of God alone:
M38.49; E139|
To put off Self & all I have ever & ever Amen
M38.50; E139|
Satan heard! Coming in a cloud, with trumpets & flaming fire
M38.51; E139|
Saying I am God the judge of all, the living & the dead
M38.52; E139|
Fall therefore down & worship me. submit thy supreme
M38.53; E139|
Dictate, to my eternal Will & to my dictate bow
M38.54; E140|
I hold the Balances of Right & Just & mine the Sword
M38.55; E140|
Seven Angels bear my Name & in those Seven I appear
M38.56; E140|
But I alone am God & I alone in Heavn & Earth
M38.57; E140|
Of all that live dare utter this, others tremble & bow
M39.1; E140|
Till All Things become One Great Satan, in Holiness
M39.2; E140|
Oppos'd to Mercy, and the Divine Delusion Jesus be no more
M39.3; E140|
Suddenly around Milton on my Path, the Starry Seven
M39.4; E140|
Burnd terrible! my Path became a solid fire, as bright
M39.5; E140|
As the clear Sun & Milton silent came down on my Path.
M39.6; E140|
And there went forth from the Starry limbs of the Seven: Forms
M39.7; E140|
Human; with Trumpets innumerable, sounding articulate
M39.8; E140|
As the Seven spake; and they stood in a mighty Column of Fire
M39.9; E140|
Surrounding Felphams Vale, reaching to the Mundane Shell, Saying
M39.10; E140|
Awake Albion awake! reclaim thy Reasoning Spectre. Subdue
M39.11; E140|
Him to the Divine Mercy, Cast him down into the Lake
M39.12; E140|
Of Los, that ever burneth with fire, ever & ever Amen!
M39.13; E140|
Let the Four Zoa's awake from Slumbers of Six Thousand Years
M39.14; E140|
Then loud the Furnaces of Los were heard! & seen as Seven heavens
M39.15; E140|
Stretching from south to north over the mountains of Albion
M39.16; E140|
Satan heard; trembling round his Body, he incircled it
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He trembled with exceeding great trembling & astonishment
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Howling in his Spectre round his Body hungring to devour
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But fearing for the pain for if he touches a Vital,
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His torment is unendurable: therefore he cannot devour:
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But howls round it as a lion round his prey continually
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Loud Satan thunderd, loud & dark upon mild Felphams Shore
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Coming in a Cloud with Trumpets & with Fiery Flame
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An awful Form eastward from midst of a bright Paved-work
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Of precious stones by Cherubim surrounded: so permitted
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(Lest he should fall apart in his Eternal Death) to imitate
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The Eternal Great Humanity Divine surrounded by
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His Cherubim & Seraphim in ever happy Eternity
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Beneath sat Chaos: Sin on his right hand Death on his left
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And Ancient Night spread over all the heavn his Mantle of Laws
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He trembled with exceeding great trembling & astonishment
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Then Albion rose up in the Night of Beulah on his Couch
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Of dread repose seen by the visionary eye; his face is toward
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The east, toward Jerusalems Gates: groaning he sat above
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His rocks. London & Bath & Legions & Edinburgh
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Are the four pillars of his Throne; his left foot near London
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Covers the shades of Tyburn: his instep from Windsor
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To Primrose Hill stretching to Highgate & Holloway
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London is between his knees: its basements fourfold
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His right foot stretches to the sea on Dover cliffs, his heel
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On Canterburys ruins; his right hand covers lofty Wales
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His left Scotland; his bosom girt with gold involves
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York, Edinburgh, Durham & Carlisle & on the front
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Bath, Oxford, Cambridge Norwich; his right elbow
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Leans on the Rocks of Erins Land, Ireland ancient nation[,]
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His head bends over London: he sees his embodied Spectre
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Trembling before him with exceeding great trembling & fear
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He views Jerusalem & Babylon, his tears flow down
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He movd his right foot to Cornwall, his left to the Rocks of Bognor
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He strove to rise to walk into the Deep. but strength failing
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Forbad & down with dreadful groans he sunk upon his Couch
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In moony Beulah. Los his strong Guard walks round beneath the Moon
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Urizen faints in terror striving among the Brooks of Arnon
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With Miltons Spirit: as the Plowman or Artificer or Shepherd
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While in the labours of his Calling sends his Thought abroad
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To labour in the ocean or in the starry heaven. So Milton
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Labourd in Chasms of the Mundane Shell, tho here before
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My Cottage midst the Starry Seven, where the Virgin Ololon
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Stood trembling in the Porch: loud Satan thunderd on the stormy Sea
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Circling Albions Cliffs in which the Four-fold World resides
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Tho seen in fallacy outside: a fallacy of Satans Churches
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Before Ololon Milton stood & percievd the Eternal Form
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Of that mild Vision; wondrous were their acts by me unknown
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Except remotely; and I heard Ololon say to Milton
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I see thee strive upon the Brooks of Arnon. there a dread
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And awful Man I see, oercoverd with the mantle of years.
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I behold Los & Urizen. I behold Orc & Tharmas;
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The Four Zoa's of Albion & thy Spirit with them striving
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In Self annihilation giving thy life to thy enemies
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Are those who contemn Religion & seek to annihilate it
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Become in their Femin[in]e portions the causes & promoters
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Of these Religions, how is this thing? this Newtonian Phantasm
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This Voltaire & Rousseau: this Hume & Gibbon & Bolingbroke
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This Natural Religion! this impossible absurdity
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Is Ololon the cause of this? O where shall I hide my face
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These tears fall for the little-ones: the Children of Jerusalem
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Lest they be annihilated in thy annihilation.
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No sooner she had spoke but Rahab Babylon appeard
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Eastward upon the Paved work across Europe & Asia
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Glorious as the midday Sun in Satans bosom glowing:
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A Female hidden in a Male, Religion hidden in War
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Namd Moral Virtue; cruel two-fold Monster shining bright
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A Dragon red & hidden Harlot which John in Patmos saw
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And all beneath the Nations innumerable of Ulro
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Appeard, the Seven Kingdoms of Canaan & Five Baalim
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Of Philistea. into Twelve divided, calld after the Names
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Of Israel: as they are in Eden. Mountain. River & Plain
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City & sandy Desart intermingled beyond mortal ken
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But turning toward Ololon in terrible majesty Milton
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Replied. Obey thou the Words of the Inspired Man
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All that can be annihilated must be annihilated t251
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That the Children of Jerusalem may be saved from slavery
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There is a Negation, & there is a Contrary
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The Negation must be destroyd to redeem the Contraries
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The Negation is the Spectre; the Reasoning Power in Man
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This is a false Body: an Incrustation over my Immortal
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Spirit; a Selfhood, which must be put off & annihilated alway
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To cleanse the Face of my Spirit by Self-examination.
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To bathe in the Waters of Life; to wash off the Not Human
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I come in Self-annihilation & the grandeur of Inspiration
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To cast off Rational Demonstration by Faith in the Saviour
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To cast off the rotten rags of Memory by Inspiration
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To cast off Bacon, Locke & Newton from Albions covering
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To take off his filthy garments, & clothe him with Imagination
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To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
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That it no longer shall dare to mock with the aspersion of Madness
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Cast on the Inspired, by the tame high finisher of paltry Blots,
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Indefinite, or paltry Rhymes; or paltry Harmonies.
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Who creeps into State Government like a catterpiller to destroy
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To cast off the idiot Questioner who is always questioning,
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But never capable of answering; who sits with a sly grin
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Silent plotting when to question, like a thief in a cave;
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Who publishes doubt & calls it knowledge; whose Science is Despair
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Whose pretence to knowledge is Envy, whose whole Science is
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To destroy the wisdom of ages to gratify ravenous Envy;
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That rages round him like a Wolf day & night without rest
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He smiles with condescension; he talks of Benevolence & Virtue
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And those who act with Benevolence & Virtue, they murder time on time
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These are the destroyers of Jerusalem, these are the murderers
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Of Jesus, who deny the Faith & mock at Eternal Life:
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Who pretend to Poetry that they may destroy Imagination;
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By imitation of Natures Images drawn from Remembrance
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These are the Sexual Garments, the Abomination of Desolation
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Hiding the Human lineaments as with an Ark & Curtains
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Which Jesus rent: & now shall wholly purge away with Fire
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Till Generation is swallowd up in Regeneration.
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Then trembled the Virgin Ololon & replyd in clouds of despair
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Is this our Femin[in]e Portion the Six-fold Miltonic Female
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Terribly this Portion trembles before thee O awful Man
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Altho' our Human Power can sustain the severe contentions
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Of Friendship, our Sexual cannot: but flies into the Ulro.
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Hence arose all our terrors in Eternity! & now remembrance
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Returns upon us! are we Contraries O Milton, Thou & I
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O Immortal! how were we led to War the Wars of Death
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Is this the Void Outside of Existence, which if enterd into
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Becomes a Womb? & is this the Death Couch of Albion
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Thou goest to Eternal Death & all must go with thee
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So saying, the Virgin divided Six-fold & with a shriek
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Dolorous that ran thro all Creation a Double Six-fold Wonder!
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Away from Ololon she divided & fled into the depths
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Of Miltons Shadow as a Dove upon the stormy Sea.
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Then as a Moony Ark Ololon descended to Felphams Vale
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In clouds of blood, in streams of gore, with dreadful thunderings
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Into the Fires of Intellect that rejoic'd in Felphams Vale
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Around the Starry Eight: with one accord the Starry Eight became
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One Man Jesus the Saviour. wonderful! round his limbs
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The Clouds of Ololon folded as a Garment dipped in blood
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Written within & without in woven letters: & the Writing
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Is the Divine Revelation in the Litteral expression:
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A Garment of War, I heard it namd the Woof of Six Thousand Years
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And I beheld the Twenty-four Cities of Albion
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Arise upon their Thrones to Judge the Nations of the Earth
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And the Immortal Four in whom the Twenty-four appear Four-fold
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Arose around Albions body: Jesus wept & walked forth
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From Felphams Vale clothed in Clouds of blood, to enter into
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Albions Bosom, the bosom of death & the Four surrounded him
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In the Column of Fire in Felphams Vale; then to their mouths the Four
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Applied their Four Trumpets & them sounded to the Four winds
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Terror struck in the Vale I stood at that immortal sound
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My bones trembled. I fell outstretchd upon the path
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A moment, & my Soul returnd into its mortal state
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To Resurrection & Judgment in the Vegetable Body
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And my sweet Shadow of Delight stood trembling by my side
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Immediately the Lark mounted with a loud trill from Felphams Vale
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And the Wild Thyme from Wimbletons green & impurpled Hills
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And Los & Enitharmon rose over the Hills of Surrey
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Their clouds roll over London with a south wind, soft Oothoon
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Pants in the Vales of Lambeth weeping oer her Human Harvest
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Los listens to the Cry of the Poor Man: his Cloud
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Over London in volume terrific, low bended in anger.
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Rintrah & Palamabron view the Human Harvest beneath
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Their Wine-presses & Barns stand open; the Ovens are prepar'd
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The Waggons ready: terrific Lions & Tygers sport & play
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All Animals upon the Earth, are prepard in all their strength
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To go forth to the Great Harvest & Vintage of the Nations
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Finis
