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| | I now am what I am: a horror and an astonishment | | I now am what I am: a horror and an astonishment |
| | Shuddring the heavens to look upon me: Behold what cruelties | | Shuddring the heavens to look upon me: Behold what cruelties |
| − | {{nr|20}}Are practised in Babel & Shinar, & have approachd to Zions Hill | + | {{nr|20}}Are practised in Babel & Shinar, & have approachd to Zions Hill |
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| | While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shuddring before him | | While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shuddring before him |
| | Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey | | Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey |
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| | Groaning he kneeld before Los's iron-shod feet on London Stone, | | Groaning he kneeld before Los's iron-shod feet on London Stone, |
| | Hungring & thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience. | | Hungring & thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience. |
| − | While Los pursud his speech in threatnings loud & fierce. | + | While Los pursud his speech in threatnings loud & fierce. |
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| | {{nr|30}}Thou art my Pride & Self-righteousness: I have found thee out: | | {{nr|30}}Thou art my Pride & Self-righteousness: I have found thee out: |
| | Thou art reveald before me in all thy magnitude & power | | Thou art reveald before me in all thy magnitude & power |
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| | {{nr|35}}For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury | | {{nr|35}}For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury |
| | If thou wast cast forth from my life! if I was dead upon the mountains | | If thou wast cast forth from my life! if I was dead upon the mountains |
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| | Thou mightest be pitied & lovd: but now I am living; unless | | Thou mightest be pitied & lovd: but now I am living; unless |
| | Thou abstain ravening I will create an eternal Hell for thee. | | Thou abstain ravening I will create an eternal Hell for thee. |
| | Take thou this Hammer & in patience heave the thundering Bellows | | Take thou this Hammer & in patience heave the thundering Bellows |
| − | {{nr|40}}Take thou these Tongs: strike thou alternate with me: labour obedient t | + | {{nr|40}}Take thou these Tongs: strike thou alternate with me: labour obedient |
| | Hand & Hyle & Koban: Skofeld, Kox & Kotope, labour mightily | | Hand & Hyle & Koban: Skofeld, Kox & Kotope, labour mightily |
| | In the Wars of Babel & Shinar, all their Emanations were | | In the Wars of Babel & Shinar, all their Emanations were |
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| − | Condens'd his Emanations into hard opake substances;
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| − | And his infant thoughts & desires, into cold, dark, cliffs of death.
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| − | His hammer of gold he siezd; and his anvil of adamant.
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| − | He siez'd the bars of condens'd thoughts, to forge them:
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| − | {{nr|5}}Into the sword of war: into the bow and arrow:
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| − | I saw the limbs form'd for exercise, contemn'd: & the beauty of
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| − | Eternity, look'd upon as deformity & loveliness as a dry tree:
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| − | {{nr|10}}I saw disease forming a Body of Death around the Lamb
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| − | Of God, to destroy Jerusalem, & to devour the body of Albion
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| − | By war and stratagem to win the labour of the husbandman:
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| − | Awkwardness arm'd in steel: folly in a helmet of gold:
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| − | Every Emanative joy forbidden as a Crime:
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| − | Inspiration deny'd; Genius forbidden by laws of punishment:
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| − | I saw terrified; I took the sighs & tears, & bitter groans:
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| − | I lifted them into my Furnaces; to form the spiritual sword.
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| − | That lays open the hidden heart: I drew forth the pang
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| − | {{nr|20}}Of sorrow red hot: I workd it on my resolute anvil:
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| − | I heated it in the flames of Hand, & Hyle, & Coban
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| − | Nine times; Gwendolen & Cambel & Gwineverra
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| − | Are melted into the gold, the silver, the liquid ruby,
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| − | The crysolite, the topaz, the jacinth, & every precious stone,
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| − | {{nr|25}}Loud roar my Furnaces and loud my hammer is heard:
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| − | I labour day and night, I behold the soft affections
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| − | Condense beneath my hammer into forms of cruelty
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| − | But still I labour in hope, tho' still my tears flow down.
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| − | That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelld to defend
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| − | That Enthusiasm and Life may not cease: arise Spectre arise!
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| − | Thus they contended among the Furnaces with groans & tears;
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| − | Groaning the Spectre heavd the bellows, obeying Los's frowns;
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| − | Till the Spaces of Erin were perfected in the furnaces
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| − | Into the Furnaces & into the valleys of the Anvils of Death
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| − | And into the mountains of the Anvils & of the heavy Hammers
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| − | Till he should bring the Sons & Daughters of Jerusalem to be
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| − | The Sons & Daughters of Los that he might protect them from
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| − | The Bellows & the Hammers move compell'd by Los's hand.
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| − | They take the Two Contraries which are calld Qualities, with which
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| − | Every Substance is clothed, they name them Good & Evil
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| − | Not only of the Substance from which it is derived
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| − | A murderer of its own Body: but also a murderer
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| − | Of every Divine Member: it is the Reasoning Power
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| − | An Abstract objecting power, that Negatives every thing
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| − | And in its Holiness is closed the Abomination of Desolation
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| − | Compelling his Spectre to labours mighty; trembling in fear
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| − | The Spectre weeps, but Los unmovd by tears or threats remains
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| − | I will not Reason & Compare: my business is to Create
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| − | So Los, in fury & strength: in indignation & burning wrath
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| − | Shuddring the Spectre howls. his howlings terrify the night
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| − | He stamps around the Anvil, beating blows of stern despair
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| − | {{nr|25}}He curses Heaven & Earth, Day & Night & Sun & Moon
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| − | He curses Forest Spring & River, Desart & sandy Waste
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| − | Cities & Nations, Families & Peoples, Tongues & Laws
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| − | Driven to desperation by Los's terrors & threatning fears
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| − | {{nr|30}}And I will be merciful to thee: be thou invisible to all
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| − | To whom I make thee invisible, but chief to my own Children
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| − | O Spectre of Urthona: Reason not against their dear approach
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| − | Nor them obstruct with thy temptations of doubt & despair
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| − | O Shame O strong & mighty Shame I break thy brazen fetters
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| − | {{nr|35}}If thou refuse, thy present torments will seem southern breezes
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| − | That they be offered upon his Altar: O cruelty & torment
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| − | {{nr|40}}For thine are also mine! I have kept silent hitherto,
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| − | Concerning my chief delight: but thou hast broken silence
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| − | Now I will speak my mind! Where is my lovely Enitharmon
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| − | O thou my enemy, where is my Great Sin? She is also thine
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| − | I said: Now is my grief at worst: incapable of being
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| − | {{nr|45}}Surpassed: but every moment it accumulates more & more
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| − | It continues accumulating to eternity! the joys of God advance
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| − | For he is Righteous: he is not a Being of Pity & Compassion t
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| − | He cannot feel Distress: he feeds on Sacrifice & Offering:
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| − | Delighting in cries & tears & clothed in Holiness & solitude
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| − | {{nr|50}}But my griefs advance also, for ever & ever without end
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| − | O that I could cease to be! Despair! I am Despair
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| − | Created to be the great example of horror & agony: also my
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| − | Mercy & pity threw the grave stone over me & with lead
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| − | {{nr|55}}And iron, bound it over me for ever: Life lives on my
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| − | Consuming: & the Almighty hath made me his Contrary
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| − | To be all evil, all reversed & for ever dead: knowing
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| − | Which Los wiped off, but comfort none could give! or beam of hope
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| − | Yet ceasd he not from labouring at the roarings of his Forge
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| − | With iron & brass Building Golgonooza in great contendings
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| − | Till his Sons & Daughters came forth from the Furnaces
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| − | He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art;
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| − | {{nr|5}}Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems;
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| − | Came from the Furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalems
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| − | {{nr|10}}Sake: walking up and down among the Spaces of Erin:
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| − | And the Sons and Daughters of Los came forth in perfection lovely!
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| − | And the Spaces of Erin reach'd from the starry heighth, to the starry depth.
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| − | To protect the Emanations of Albions mighty ones from cruelty?
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| − | Sabrina & Ignoge begin to sharpen their beamy spears
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| − | {{nr|20}}Of light and love: their little children stand with arrows of gold:
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| − | Ragan is wholly cruel Scofield is bound in iron armour!
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| − | He shoots beneath Jerusalems walls to undermine her foundations!
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| − | Vala is but they Shadow, O thou loveliest among women!
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| − | A shadow animated by thy tears O mournful Jerusalem!
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| − | Her joy and love, a shade: a shade of sweet repose:
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| − | But animated and vegetated, she is a devouring worm:
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| − | Albion is dead! his Emanation is divided from him!
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| − | But I am living! yet I feel my Emanation also dividing
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| − | Such thing was never known! O pity me, thou all-piteous-one!
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| − | What shall I do! or how exist, divided from Enitharmon?
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| − | {{nr|10}}Yet why despair! I saw the finger of God go forth
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| − | Upon my Furnaces, from within the Wheels of Albions Sons:
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| − | Fixing their Systems, permanent: by mathematic power
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| − | Giving a body to Falshood that it may be cast off for ever.
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| − | With Demonstrative Science piercing Apollyon with his own bow!
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| − | The Starry Wheels of Albions Sons, with Spaces for Jerusalem:
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| − | {{nr|20}}On both sides, within & without beaming gloriously!
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| − | And they stood around, terrified with admiration at Erins Spaces
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| − | For the Spaces reachd from the starry heighth, to the starry depth;
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| − | And they builded Golgonooza: terrible eternal labour!
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| − | Of soft Ethinthus? near Tyburns fatal Tree? is that
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| − | Mild Zions hills most ancient promontory; near mournful
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| − | Becoming a building of pity and compassion? Lo!
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| − | {{nr|30}}The stones are pity, and the bricks, well wrought affections:
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| − | Enameld with love & kindness, & the tiles engraven gold
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| − | Labour of merciful hands: the beams & rafters are forgiveness:
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| − | The mortar & cement of the work, tears of honesty: the nails,
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| − | And the screws & iron braces, are well wrought blandishments,
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| − | {{nr|35}}And well contrived words, firm fixing, never forgotten,
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| − | Always comforting the remembrance: the floors, humility,
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| − | The cielings, devotion: the hearths, thanksgiving:
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| − | Prepare the furniture O Lambeth in thy pitying looms!
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| − | The curtains, woven tears & sighs, wrought into lovely forms
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| − | {{nr|40}}For comfort. there the secret furniture of Jerusalems chamber
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| − | Thou art one with her & knowest not of self in thy supreme joy.
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| − | Go on, builders in hope: tho Jerusalem wanders far away,
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| − | The great City of Golgonooza: fourfold toward the north
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| − | And toward the south fourfold, & fourfold toward the east & west
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| − | Each within other toward the four points: that toward
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| − | {{nr|50}}And that toward Beulah, and that toward Ulro:
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| − | Ulro is the space of the terrible starry wheels of Albions sons:
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| − | But that toward Eden is walled up, till time of renovation:
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| − | Yet it is perfect in its building, ornaments & perfection.
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| − | The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever.
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| − | And iron, the Bulls: and that which looks toward Ulro,
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| − | Clay bak'd & enamel'd, eternal glowing as four furnaces:
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| − | That toward Generation, four, of iron carv'd wondrous:
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| − | That toward Ulro, four, clay bak'd, laborious workmanship
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| − | Like Men, hermaphroditic, each winged with eight wings
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| − | That towards Generation, iron; that toward Beulah, stone;
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| − | But all clos'd up till the last day, when the graves shall yield their dead
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| − | Taking their forms from the Wheels of Albions sons; as cogs
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| − | And every pot & vessel & garment & utensil of the houses,
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| − | And every house, fourfold; but the third Gate in every one
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| − | Is closd as with a threefold curtain of ivory & fine linen & ermine.
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| − | And Luban stands in middle of the City. a moat of fire,
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| − | And sixty-four thousand Gnomes, guard the Northern Gate:
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| − | And sixty-four thousand Nymphs, guard the Western Gate:
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| − | And sixty-four thousand Fairies, guard the Southern Gate:
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| − | In all the Twenty-seven Heavens, numberd from Adam to Luther;
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| − | From the blue Mundane Shell, reaching to the Vegetative Earth.
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| − | The Vegetative Universe, opens like a flower from the Earths center:
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| − | And there it meets Eternity again, both within and without,
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| − | And the abstract Voids between the Stars are the Satanic Wheels.
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| − | The Forest, and the Marsh, and the Pits of bitumen deadly:
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| − | {{nr|40}}The Rocks of solid fire: the Ice valleys: the Plains
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| − | Of burning sand: the rivers, cataract & Lakes of Fire:
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| − | The Islands of the fiery Lakes: the Trees of Malice: Revenge:
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| − | And black Anxiety; and the Cities of the Salamandrine men:
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| − | The land of darkness flamed but no light, & no repose:
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| − | The land of snows of trembling, & of iron hail incessant:
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| − | The land of earthquakes: and the land of woven labyrinths:
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| − | The land of snares & traps & wheels & pit-falls & dire mills:
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| − | {{nr|50}}The Voids, the Solids, & the land of clouds & regions of waters:
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| − | With their inhabitants: in the Twenty-seven Heavens beneath Beulah:
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| − | Self-righteousnesses conglomerating against the Divine Vision:
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| − | A Concave Earth wondrous, Chasmal, Abyssal, Incoherent!
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| − | Forming the Mundane Shell: above; beneath: on all sides surrounding
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| − | {{nr|55}}Golgonooza: Los walks round the walls night and day.
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| − | He views the City of Golgonooza, & its smaller Cities:
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| − | The Looms & Mills & Prisons & Work-houses of Og & Anak:
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| − | The Amalekite: the Canaanite: the Moabite: the Egyptian:
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| − | And all that has existed in the space of six thousand years:
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| − | {{nr|60}}Permanent, & not lost not lost nor vanishd, & every little act,
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| − | Word, work, & wish, that has existed, all remaining still
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| − | In those Churches ever consuming & ever building by the Spectres
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| − | Of all the inhabitants of Earth wailing to be Created:
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| − | Shadowy to those who dwell not in them, meer possibilities:
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| − | For every thing exists & not one sigh nor smile nor tear,
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| − | He views the Cherub at the Tree of Life, also the Serpent,
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| − | Orc the first born coild in the south: the Dragon Urizen:
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| − | Tharmas the Vegetated Tongue even the Devouring Tongue:
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| − | {{nr|5}}A threefold region, a false brain: a false heart:
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| − | And false bowels: altogether composing the False Tongue,
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| − | Beneath Beulah: as a watry flame revolving every way
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| − | And as dark roots and stems: a Forest of affliction, growing
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| − | In seas of sorrow. Los also views the Four Females:
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| − | {{nr|10}}Ahania, and Enion, and Vala, and Enitharmon lovely.
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| − | And from them all the lovely beaming Daughters of Albion,
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| − | Ahania & Enion & Vala, are three evanescent shades:
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| − | Enitharmon is a vegetated mortal Wife of Los:
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| − | His Emanation, yet his Wife till the sleep of death is past.
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| − | And Los beheld his Sons, and he beheld his Daughters:
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| − | Every one a translucent Wonder: a Universe within,
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| − | Increasing inwards, into length and breadth, and heighth:
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| − | Starry & glorious: and they every one in their bright loins:
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| − | {{nr|20}}Have a beautiful golden gate which opens into the vegetative world:
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| − | And every one a gate of rubies & all sorts of precious stones
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| − | In their translucent hearts, which opens into the vegetative world:
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| − | And every one a gate of iron dreadful and wonderful,
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| − | In their translucent heads, which opens into the vegetative world
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| − | {{nr|25}}And every one has the three regions Childhood: Manhood: & Age:
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| − | But the gate of the tongue: the western gate in them is clos'd,
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| − | Having a wall builded against it: and thereby the gates
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| − | Eastward & Southward & Northward, are incircled with flaming fires.
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| − | And the North is Breadth, the South is Heighth & Depth:
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| − |
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| − | {{nr|30}}The East is Inwards: & the West is Outwards every way.
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| − | And Los beheld the mild Emanation Jerusalem eastward bending
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| − | Her revolutions toward the Starry Wheels in maternal anguish
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| − | Like a pale cloud arising from the arms of Beulahs Daughters:
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| − | In Entuthon Benythons deep Vales beneath Golgonooza.
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| − |
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| − | <h5>[[Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 15|PLATE 15]]</h5>
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| − |
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| − | And Hand & Hyle rooted into Jerusalem by a fibre
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| − | Of strong revenge & Skofeld Vegetated by Reubens Gate
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| − | In every Nation of the Earth till the Twelve Sons of Albion
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| − | Enrooted into every Nation: a mighty Polypus growing
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| − | {{nr|5}} From Albion over the whole Earth: such is my awful Vision.
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| − | I see the Four-fold Man. The Humanity in deadly sleep
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| − | And its fallen Emanation. The Spectre & its cruel Shadow.
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| − | I see the Past, Present & Future, existing all at once
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| − | Before me; O Divine Spirit sustain me on thy wings!
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| − | {{nr|10}} That I may awake Albion from His long & cold repose.
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| − | For Bacon & Newton sheathd in dismal steel, their terrors hang
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| − | Like iron scourges over Albion, Reasonings like vast Serpents
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| − | Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations
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| − | I turn my eyes to the Schools & Universities of Europe
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| − | {{nr|15}} And there behold the Loom of Locke whose Woof rages dire
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| − | Washd by the Water-wheels of Newton. black the cloth
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| − | In heavy wreathes folds over every Nation; cruel Works
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| − | Of many Wheels I View, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic
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| − | Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden: which
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| − | {{nr|20}} Wheel within Wheel in freedom revolve in harmony & peace.
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| − | I see in deadly fear in London Los raging round his Anvil
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| − | Of death: forming an Ax of gold: the Four Sons of Los
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| − | Stand round him cutting the Fibres from Albions hills
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| − | That Albions Sons may roll apart over the Nations
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| − | {{nr|25}} While Reuben enroots his brethren in the narrow Canaanite
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| − | From the Limit Noah to the Limit Abram in whose Loins
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| − | Reuben in his Twelve-fold majesty & beauty shall take refuge
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| − | As Abraham flees from Chaldea shaking his goary locks
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| − | But first Albion must sleep, divided from the Nations
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| − | {{nr|30}} I see Albion sitting upon his Rock in the first Winter
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| − | And thence I see the Chaos of Satan & the World of Adam
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| − | When the Divine Hand went forth on Albion in the mid Winter
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| − | And at the place of Death when Albion sat in Eternal Death
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| − | Among the Furnaces of Los in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom
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| − |
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| − | <h5>[[Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 16|PLATE 16]]</h5>
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| − |
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| − | Hampstead Highgate Finchley Hendon Muswell hill: rage loud
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| − | Before Bromions iron Tongs & glowing Poker reddening fierce
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| − | Hertfordshire glows with fierce Vegetation! in the Forests
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| − | The Oak frowns terrible, the Beech & Ash & Elm enroot
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| − | {{nr|5}}Among the Spiritual fires; loud the Corn fields thunder along
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| − | The Soldiers fife; the Harlots shriek; the Virgins dismal groan
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| − | The Parents fear: the Brothers jealousy: the Sisters curse
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| − | Beneath the Storms of Theotormon & the thundring Bellows
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| − | Heaves in the hand of Palamabron who in Londons darkness
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| − | {{nr|10}} Before the Anvil, watches the bellowing flames: thundering
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| − | The Hammer loud rages in Rintrahs strong grasp swinging loud
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| − | Round from heaven to earth down falling with heavy blow
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| − | Dead on the Anvil, where the red hot wedge groans in pain
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| − | He quenches it in the black trough of his Forge; Londons River
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| − | {{nr|15}} Feeds the dread Forge, trembling & shuddering along the Valleys
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| − |
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| − | Humber & Trent roll dreadful before the Seventh Furnace
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| − | And Tweed & Tyne anxious give up their Souls for Albions sake
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| − | Lincolnshire Derbyshire Nottinghamshire Leicestershire
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| − | From Oxfordshire to Norfolk on the Lake of Udan Adan
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| − | {{nr|20}} Labour within the Furnaces, walking among the Fires
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| − | With Ladles huge & iron Pokers over the Island white.
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| − |
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| − | Scotland pours out his Sons to labour at the Furnaces
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| − | Wales gives his Daughters to the Looms; England: nursing Mothers
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| − | Gives to the Children of Albion & to the Children of Jerusalem
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| − | {{nr|25}}From the blue Mundane Shell even to the Earth of Vegetation
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| − | Throughout the whole Creation which groans to be deliverd.
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| − | Albion groans in the deep slumbers of Death upon his Rock.
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| − |
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| − | Here Los fixd down the Fifty-two Counties of England & Wales
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| − | The Thirty-six of Scotland, & the Thirty-four of Ireland
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| − | {{nr|30}} With mighty power, when they fled out at Jerusalems Gates
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| − | Away from the Conflict of Luvah & Urizen, fixing the Gates
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| − | In the Twelve Counties of Wales & thence Gates looking every way
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| − | To the Four Points: conduct to England & Scotland & Ireland
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| − | And thence to all the Kingdoms & Nations & Families of the Earth
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| − | {{nr|35}} The Gate of Reuben in Carmarthenshire: the Gate of Simeon in
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| − | Cardiganshire: & the Gate of Levi in Montgomeryshire
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| − | The Gate of Judah Merionethshire: the Gate of Dan Flintshire
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| − | The Gate of Napthali, Radnorshire: the Gate of Gad Pembrokeshire
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| − | The Gate of Asher, Carnarvonshire the Gate of Issachar Brecknokshire
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| − | {{nr|40}} The Gate of Zebulun, in Anglesea & Sodor. so is Wales divided.
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| − | The Gate of Joseph, Denbighshire: the Gate of Benjamin Glamorganshire
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| − | For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albions Sons
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| − |
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| − | And the Forty Counties of England are thus divided in the Gates
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| − | Of Reuben Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex. Simeon Lincoln, York Lancashire
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| − | {{nr|45}} Levi. Middlesex Kent Surrey. Judah Somerset Glouster Wiltshire.
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| − | Dan. Cornwal Devon Dorset, Napthali, Warwick Leicester Worcester
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| − | Gad. Oxford Bucks Harford. Asher, Sussex Hampshire Berkshire
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| − | Issachar, Northampton Rutland Nottgham. Zebulun Bedford Huntgn Camb
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| − | Joseph Stafford Shrops Heref. Benjamin, Derby Cheshire Monmouth
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| − | {{nr|50}} And Cumberland Northumberland Westmoreland & Durham are
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| − | Divided in the Gates of Reuben, Judah Dan & Joseph
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| − |
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| − | And the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland, divided in the Gates
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| − | Of Reuben Kincard Haddntn Forfar, Simeon Ayr Argyll Banff
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| − | Levi Edinburh Roxbro Ross. Judah, Abrdeen Berwik Dumfries
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| − | {{nr|55}} Dan Bute Caitnes Clakmanan. Napthali Nairn Invernes Linlithgo
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| − | Gad Peebles Perth Renfru. Asher Sutherlan Sterling Wigtoun
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| − | Issachar Selkirk Dumbartn Glasgo. Zebulun Orkney Shetland Skye
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| − | Joseph Elgin Lanerk Kinros. Benjamin Kromarty Murra Kirkubriht
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| − | Governing all by the sweet delights of secret amorous glances
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| − | {{nr|60}} In Enitharmons Halls builded by Los & his mighty Children
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| − |
| |
| − | All things acted on Earth are seen in the bright Sculptures of
| |
| − | Los's Halls & every Age renews its powers from these Works
| |
| − | With every pathetic story possible to happen from Hate or
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| − | Wayward Love & every sorrow & distress is carved here
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| − | {{nr|65}} Every Affinity of Parents Marriages & Friendships are here
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| − | In all their various combinations wrought with wondrous Art
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| − | All that can happen to Man in his pilgrimage of seventy years
| |
| − | Such is the Divine Written Law of Horeb & Sinai:
| |
| − | And such the Holy Gospel of Mount Olivet & Calvary:
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| − |
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| − | <h5>[[Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 17|PLATE 17]]</h5>
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| − |
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| − | His Spectre divides & Los in fury compells it to divide:
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| − | To labour in the fire, in the water, in the earth, in the air,
| |
| − | To follow the Daughters of Albion as the hound follows the scent
| |
| − | Of the wild inhabitant of the forest, to drive them from his own:
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| − | {{nr|5}} To make a way for the Children of Los to come from the Furnaces
| |
| − | But Los himself against Albions Sons his fury bends, for he
| |
| − | Dare not approach the Daughters openly lest he be consumed
| |
| − | In the fires of their beauty & perfection & be Vegetated beneath
| |
| − | Their Looms, in a Generation of death & resurrection to forgetfulness
| |
| − | {{nr|10}} They wooe Los continually to subdue his strength: he continually
| |
| − | Shews them his Spectre: sending him abroad over the four points of heaven
| |
| − | In the fierce desires of beauty & in the tortures of repulse! He is
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| − | The Spectre of the Living pursuing the Emanations of the Dead.
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| − | Shuddring they flee: they hide in the Druid Temples in cold chastity:
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| − | {{nr|15}} Subdued by the Spectre of the Living & terrified by undisguisd desire.
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| − |
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| − | For Los said: Tho my Spectre is divided: as I am a Living Man
| |
| − | I must compell him to obey me wholly: that Enitharmon may not
| |
| − | Be lost: & lest he should devour Enitharmon: Ah me!
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| − | Piteous image of my soft desires & loves: O Enitharmon!
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| − | {{nr|20}} I will compell my Spectre to obey: I will restore to thee thy Children.
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| − | No one bruises or starves himself to make himself fit for labour!
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| − |
| |
| − | Tormented with sweet desire for these beauties of Albion
| |
| − | They would never love my power if they did not seek to destroy
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| − | Enitharmon: Vala would never have sought & loved Albion
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| − | {{nr|25}} If she had not sought to destroy Jerusalem; such is that false
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| − | And Generating Love: a pretence of love to destroy love:
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| − | Cruel hipocrisy unlike the lovely delusions of Beulah:
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| − | And cruel forms, unlike the merciful forms of Beulahs Night
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| − |
| |
| − | They know not why they love nor wherefore they sicken & die
| |
| − | {{nr|30}} Calling that Holy Love: which is Envy Revenge & Cruelty
| |
| − | Which separated the stars from the mountains: the mountains from Man
| |
| − | And left Man, a little grovelling Root, outside of Himself.
| |
| − | Negations are not Contraries: Contraries mutually Exist:
| |
| − | But Negations Exist Not: Exceptions & Objections & Unbeliefs
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| − | {{nr|35}} Exist not: nor shall they ever be Organized for ever & ever:
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| − | If thou separate from me, thou art a Negation: a meer
| |
| − | Reasoning & Derogation from Me, an Objecting & cruel Spite
| |
| − | And Malice & Envy: but my Emanation, Alas! will become
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| − | My Contrary: O thou Negation, I will continually compell
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| − | {{nr|40}} Thee to be invisible to any but whom I please, & when
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| − | And where & how I please, and never! never! shalt thou be Organized
| |
| − | But as a distorted & reversed Reflexion in the Darkness
| |
| − | And in the Non Entity: nor shall that which is above
| |
| − | Ever descend into thee: but thou shalt be a Non Entity for ever
| |
| − | {{nr|45}} And if any enter into thee, thou shalt be an Unquenchable Fire
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| − | And he shall be a never dying Worm, mutually tormented by
| |
| − | Those that thou tormentest, a Hell & Despair for ever & ever.
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| − |
| |
| − | So Los in secret with himself communed & Enitharmon heard
| |
| − | In her darkness & was comforted: yet still she divided away
| |
| − | {{nr|50}} In gnawing pain from Los's bosom in the deadly Night;
| |
| − | First as a red Globe of blood trembling beneath his bosom[.]
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| − | Suspended over her he hung: he infolded her in his garments
| |
| − | Of wool: he hid her from the Spectre, in shame & confusion of
| |
| − | Face; in terrors & pains of Hell & Eternal Death, the
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| − | {{nr|55}} Trembling Globe shot forth Self-living & Los howld over it:
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| − | Feeding it with his groans & tears day & night without ceasing:
| |
| − | And the Spectrous Darkness from his back divided in temptations,
| |
| − | And in grinding agonies in threats! stiflings! & direful strugglings.
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| − |
| |
| − | Go thou to Skofield: ask him if he is Bath or if he is Canterbury
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| − | {{nr|60}} Tell him to be no more dubious: demand explicit words
| |
| − | Tell him: I will dash him into shivers, where & at what time
| |
| − | I please: tell Hand & Skofield they are my ministers of evil
| |
| − | To those I hate: for I can hate also as well as they!
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| − |
| |
| − | <h5>[[Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 18|PLATE 18]]</h5>
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| − |
| |
| − | From every-one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty,
| |
| − | There is an Outside spread Without, & an Outside spread Within
| |
| − | Beyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One:
| |
| − | An orbed Void of doubt, despair, hunger, & thirst & sorrow.
| |
| − | {{nr|5}} Here the Twelve Sons of Albion, join'd in dark Assembly,
| |
| − | Jealous of Jerusalems children, asham'd of her little-ones
| |
| − | (For Vala produc'd the Bodies. Jerusalem gave the Souls)
| |
| − | Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-another
| |
| − | Into Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead
| |
| − | {{nr|10}} To murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Cast! Cast ye Jerusalem forth! The Shadow of delusions!
| |
| − | The Harlot daughter! Mother of pity and dishonourable forgiveness
| |
| − | Our Father Albions sin and shame! But father now no more!
| |
| − | Nor sons! nor hateful peace & love, nor soft complacencies
| |
| − | {{nr|15}} With transgressors meeting in brotherhood around the table,
| |
| − | Or in the porch or garden. No more the sinful delights
| |
| − | Of age and youth and boy and girl and animal and herb,
| |
| − | And river and mountain, and city & village, and house & family.
| |
| − | Beneath the Oak & Palm, beneath the Vine and Fig-tree.
| |
| − | {{nr|20}} In self-denial!—But War and deadly contention, Between
| |
| − | Father and Son, and light and love! All bold asperities
| |
| − | Of Haters met in deadly strife, rending the house & garden
| |
| − | The unforgiving porches, the tables of enmity, and beds
| |
| − | And chambers of trembling & suspition, hatreds of age & youth
| |
| − | {{nr|25}} And boy & girl, & animal & herb, & river & mountain
| |
| − | And city & village, and house & family. That the Perfect,
| |
| − | May live in glory, redeem'd by Sacrifice of the Lamb
| |
| − | And of his children, before sinful Jerusalem. To build
| |
| − | Babylon the City of Vala, the Goddess Virgin-Mother.
| |
| − | {{nr|30}} She is our Mother! Nature! Jerusalem is our Harlot-Sister
| |
| − | Return'd with Children of pollution, to defile our House,
| |
| − | With Sin and Shame. Cast! Cast her into the Potters field.
| |
| − | Her little-ones, She must slay upon our Altars: and her aged
| |
| − | Parents must be carried into captivity, to redeem her Soul
| |
| − | {{nr|35}} To be for a Shame & a Curse, and to be our Slaves for ever
| |
| − |
| |
| − | So cry Hand & Hyle the eldest of the fathers of Albions
| |
| − | Little-ones; to destroy the Divine Saviour; the Friend of Sinners,
| |
| − | Building Castles in desolated places, and strong Fortifications.
| |
| − | Soon Hand mightily devour'd & absorb'd Albions Twelve Sons.
| |
| − | {{nr|40}} Out from his bosom a mighty Polypus, vegetating in darkness,
| |
| − | And Hyle & Coban were his two chosen ones, for Emissaries
| |
| − | In War: forth from his bosom they went and return'd.
| |
| − | Like Wheels from a great Wheel reflected in the Deep.
| |
| − | Hoarse turn'd the Starry Wheels, rending a way in Albions Loins
| |
| − | {{nr|45}} Beyond the Night of Beulah. In a dark & unknown Night,
| |
| − | Outstretch'd his Giant beauty on the ground in pain & tears:
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| − |
| |
| − | <h5>[[Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 19|PLATE 19]]</h5>
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| − |
| |
| − | His Children exil'd from his breast pass to and fro before him
| |
| − | His birds are silent on his hills, flocks die beneath his branches
| |
| − | His tents are fall'n! his trumpets, and the sweet sound of his harp
| |
| − | Are silent on his clouded hills, that belch forth storms & fire.
| |
| − | {{nr|5}} His milk of Cows, & honey of Bees, & fruit of golden harvest, 5
| |
| − | Is gather'd in the scorching heat, & in the driving rain:
| |
| − | Where once he sat he weary walks in misery and pain:
| |
| − | His Giant beauty and perfection fallen into dust:
| |
| − | Till from within his witherd breast grown narrow with his woes:
| |
| − | {{nr|10}} The corn is turn'd to thistles & the apples into poison:
| |
| − | The birds of song to murderous crows, his joys to bitter groans!
| |
| − | The voices of children in his tents, to cries of helpless infants!
| |
| − | And self-exiled from the face of light & shine of morning,
| |
| − | In the dark world a narrow house! he wanders up and down,
| |
| − | {{nr|15}} Seeking for rest and finding none! and hidden far within,
| |
| − | His Eon weeping in the cold and desolated Earth.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | All his Affections now appear withoutside: all his Sons,
| |
| − | Hand, Hyle & Coban, Guantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton,
| |
| − | Scofeld, Kox, Kotope & Bowen; his Twelve Sons: Satanic Mill!
| |
| − | {{nr|20}} Who are the Spectres of the Twentyfour, each Double-form'd:
| |
| − | Revolve upon his mountains groaning in pain: beneath
| |
| − | The dark incessant sky, seeking for rest and finding none:
| |
| − | Raging against their Human natures, ravning to gormandize
| |
| − | The Human majesty and beauty of the Twentyfour.
| |
| − | {{nr|25}} Condensing them into solid rocks with cruelty and abborrence
| |
| − | Suspition & revenge, & the seven discases of the Soul
| |
| − | Settled around Albion and around Luvah in his secret cloud[.]
| |
| − | Willing the Friends endur'd, for Albions sake, and for
| |
| − | Jerusalem his Emanation shut within his bosom;
| |
| − | {{nr|30}} Which hardend against them more and more; as he builded onwards
| |
| − | On the Gulph of Death in self-righteousness, that roll'd
| |
| − | Before his awful feet, in pride of virtue for victory:
| |
| − | And Los was roofd in from Eternity in Albions Cliffs
| |
| − | Which stand upon the ends of Beulah, and withoutside, all
| |
| − | {{nr|35}} Appear'd a rocky form against the Divine Humanity.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Albions Circumference was clos'd: his Center began darkning
| |
| − | Into the Night of Beulah, and the Moon of Beulah rose
| |
| − | Clouded with storms: Los his strong Guard walkd round beneath the Moon
| |
| − | And Albion fled inward among the currents of his rivers.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | {{nr|40}} He found Jerusalem upon the River of his City soft repos'd
| |
| − | In the arms of Vala, assimilating in one with Vala
| |
| − | The Lilly of Havilah: and they sang soft thro' Lambeths vales,
| |
| − | In a sweet moony night & silence that they had created
| |
| − | With a blue sky spread over with wings and a mild moon,
| |
| − | {{nr|45}} Dividing & uniting into many female forms: Jerusalem
| |
| − | Trembling! then in one comingling in eternal tears,
| |
| − | Sighing to melt his Giant beauty, on the moony river.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | <h5>[[Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 20|PLATE 20]]</h5>
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| − |
| |
| − | But when they saw Albion fall'n upon mild Lambeths vale:
| |
| − | Astonish'd! Terrified! they hover'd over his Giant limbs.
| |
| − | Then thus Jerusalem spoke, while Vala wove the veil of tears:
| |
| − | Weeping in pleadings of Love, in the web of despair.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | {{nr|5}} Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human life
| |
| − | And clos'd up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence:
| |
| − | Where we live, forgetting error, not pondering on evil:
| |
| − | Among my lambs & brooks of water, among my warbling birds:
| |
| − | Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb:
| |
| − | {{nr|10}} Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Vala replied weeping & trembling, hiding in her veil.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls:
| |
| − | Upon the ways of men hiding the paths of man and beast,
| |
| − | Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings & eyes
| |
| − | {{nr|15}} The distant forest; then the slave groans in the dungeon of stone.
| |
| − | The captive in the mill of the stranger, sold for scanty hire.
| |
| − | They view their former life: they number moments over and over;
| |
| − | Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow.
| |
| − | Thou art my sister and my daughter! thy shame is mine also!
| |
| − | {{nr|20}} Ask me not of my griefs! thou knowest all my griefs.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Jerusalem answer'd with soft tears over the valleys.
| |
| − |
| |
| − | O Vala what is Sin? that thou shudderest and weepest
| |
| − | At sight of thy once lov'd Jerusalem! What is Sin but a little
| |
| − | Error & fault that is soon forgiven; but mercy is not a Sin
| |
| − | {{nr|25}} Nor pity nor love nor kind forgiveness! O! if I have Sinned
| |
| − | Forgive & pity me! O! unfold thy Veil in mercy & love!
| |
| − |
| |
| − | Slay not my little ones, beloved Virgin daughter of Babylon
| |
| − | Slay not my infant loves & graces, beautiful daughter of Moab
| |
| − | I cannot put off the human form I strive but strive in vain
| |
| − | {{nr|30}} When Albion rent thy beautiful net of gold and silver twine;
| |
| − | Thou hadst woven it with art, thou hadst caught me in the bands
| |
| − | Of love; thou refusedst to let me go: Albion beheld thy beauty
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| − | Beautiful thro' our Love's comeliness, beautiful thro' pity.
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| − | The Veil shone with thy brightness in the eyes of Albion,
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| − | {{nr|35}} Because it inclosd pity & love; because we lov'd one-another!
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| − | Albion lov'd thee! he rent thy Veil! he embrac'd thee! he lov'd thee!
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| − | Astonish'd at his beauty & perfection, thou forgavest his furious love:
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| − | I redounded from Albions bosom in my virgin loveliness.
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| − | The Lamb of God reciev'd me in his arms he smil'd upon us:
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| − | {{nr|40}} He made me his Bride & Wife: he gave thee to Albion.
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| − | Then was a time of love: O why is it passed away!
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| − | Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'd
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| − | O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groans
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| − | You O lovely forms, you have prepared my death-cup:
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| − | The disease of Shame covers me from bead to feet: I have no hope
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| − | Every boil upon my body is a separate & deadly Sin.
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| − | {{nr|5}} Doubt first assaild me, then Shame took possession of me
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| − | Shame divides Families. Shame hath divided Albion in sunder!
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| − | First fled my Sons, & then my Daughters, then my Wild Animations
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| − | My Cattle next, last ev'n the Dog of my Gate. the Forests fled
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| − | The Corn-fields, & the breathing Gardens outside separated
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| − | {{nr|10}} The Sea; the Stars: the Sun: the Moon: drivn forth by my disease
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| − | All is Eternal Death unless you can weave a chaste
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| − | Body over an unchaste Mind! Vala! O that thou wert pure!
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| − | That the deep wound of Sin might be clos'd up with the Needle,
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| − | And with the Loom: to cover Gwendolen & Ragan with costly Robes
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| − | {{nr|15}} Of Natural Virtue, for their Spiritual forms without a Veil
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| − | Wither in Luvahs Sepulcher. I thrust him from my presence
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| − | And all my Children followd his loud howlings into the Deep.
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| − | Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem! I look into thy bosom:
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| − | I discover thy secret places: Cordella! I behold
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| − | {{nr|20}} Thee whom I thought pure as the heavens in innocence & fear:
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| − | Thy Tabernacle taken down, thy secret Cherubim disclosed
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| − | Art thou broken? Ah me Sabrina, running by my side:
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| − | In childhood what wert thou? unutterable anguish! Conwenna
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| − | Thy cradled infancy is most piteous. O hide, O hide!
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| − | {{nr|25}} Their secret gardens were made paths to the traveller:
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| − | I knew not of their secret loves with those I hated most,
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| − | Nor that their every thought was Sin & secret appetite
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| − | Hyle sees in fear, he howls in fury over them, Hand sees
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| − | In jealous fear: in stern accusation with cruel stripes
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| − | {{nr|30}} He drives them thro' the Streets of Babylon before my face:
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| − | Because they taught Luvah to rise into my clouded heavens
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| − | Battersea and Chelsea mourn for Cambel & Gwendolen!
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| − | Hackney and Holloway sicken for Estrild & Ignoge!
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| − | Because the Peak, Malvern & Cheviot Reason in Cruelty
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| − | {{nr|35}} Penmaenmawr & Dhinas-bran Demonstrate in Unbelief
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| − | Manchester & Liverpool are in tortures of Doubt & Despair
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| − | Malden & Colchester Demonstrate: I hear my Childrens voices<ref>21:37 Childrens] mended from; childrens</ref>
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| − | I see their piteous faces gleam out upon the cruel winds
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| − | From Lincoln & Norwich, from Edinburgh & Monmouth:
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| − | {{nr|40}} I see them distant from my bosom scoured along the roads
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| − | Then lost in clouds; I hear their tender voices! clouds divide
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| − | I see them die beneath the whips of the Captains! they are taken
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| − | In solemn pomp into Chaldea across the bredths of Europe
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| − | Six months they lie embalmd in Silent death: warshipped<ref>21:44 warshipped] possibly an error for worshipped yet quite possibly a punning coinage. Albion's children “Carried in Arks of Oak” are sailors pressed into naval service (thus “warshipped”); the six months of “silent death” would be the fall-winter quiescence before the spring campaigns, or the long sea voyage to Aboukir Bay. To worship them in this whipped condition (line 42) is to warship them in the oaken “arks” of the British navy; compare the sword-bearing half of a soldier pictured in 11 as worshipped by a kneeling congregation. (Polysemous reading suggested by Nelson Hilton.) The “a” is made with the usual serif at top right, never given to an “o”, which is made in a circular sweep. The “a” is made with a curved stroke that begins at the top, comes up to make the serif and down again to connect with the next letter. Of course an “a” can look something like an “o”, but even the “a” in “massy” (misread in America c as “mossy”), which lacks the protruding serif, has the more vertical right side produced by the up-and-down motion described.</ref>
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| − | {{nr|45}} Carried in Arks of Oak before the armies in the spring
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| − | Bursting their Arks they rise again to life: they play before
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| − | The Armies: I hear their loud cymbals & their deadly cries
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| − | Are the Dead cruel? are those who are infolded in moral Law
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| − | Revengeful? O that Death & Annihilation were the same!
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| − | {{nr|50}} Then Vala answerd spreading her scarlet Veil over Albion
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| − | Albion thy fear has made me tremble; thy terrors have surrounded me
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| − | Thy Sons have naild me on the Gates piercing my hands & feet:
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| − | Till Skofields Nimrod the mighty Huntsman Jehovah came,
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| − | With Cush his Son & took me down. He in a golden Ark,
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| − | {{nr|5}} Bears me before his Armies tho my shadow hovers here
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| − | The flesh of multitudes fed & nouris[h]d me in my childhood
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| − | My morn & evening food were prepard in Battles of Men
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| − | Great is the cry of the Hounds of Nimrod along the Valley
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| − | Of Vision, they scent the odor of War in the Valley of Vision.
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| − | {{nr|10}} All Love is lost! terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love t
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| − | And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty
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| − | Once thou wast to me the loveliest Son of heaven; but now
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| − | Where shall I hide from thy dread countenance & searching eyes
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| − | I have looked into the secret Soul of him I loved
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| − | {{nr|15}} And in the dark recesses found Sin & can never return.
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| − | Albion again utterd his voice beneath the silent Moon
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| − | I brought Love into light of day to pride in chaste beauty
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| − | I brought Love into light & fancied Innocence is no more
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| − | Then spoke Jerusalem O Albion! my Father Albion
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| − | {{nr|20}} Why wilt thou number every little fibre of my Soul
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| − | Spreading them out before the Sun like stalks of flax to dry?
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| − | The Infant Joy is beautiful, but its anatomy
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| − | Horrible ghast & deadly! nought shalt thou find in it
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| − | But dark despair & everlasting brooding melancholy!
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| − | {{nr|25}} Then Albion turnd his face toward Jerusalem & spoke
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| − | Hide thou Jerusalem in impalpable voidness, not to be
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| − | Touchd by the hand nor seen with the eye: O Jerusalem
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| − | Would thou wert not & that thy place might never be found
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| − | But come O Vala with knife & cup: drain my blood
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| − | {{nr|30}} To the last drop! then hide me in thy Scarlet Tabernacle
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| − | For I see Luvah whom I slew. I behold him in my Spectre
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| − | As I behold Jerusalem in thee O Vala dark and cold
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| − | Jerusalem then stretchd her hand toward the Moon & spoke
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| − | Why should Punishment Weave the Veil with Iron Wheels of War
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| − | {{nr|35}} When Forgiveness might it Weave with Wings of Cherubim
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| − | Loud groand Albion from mountain to mountain & replied
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| − | Jerusalem! Jerusalem! deluding shadow of Albion!
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| − | Daughter of my phantasy! unlawful pleasure! Albions curse!
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| − | I came here with intention to annihilate thee! But
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| − | My soul is melted away, inwoven within the Veil
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| − | {{nr|5}} Hast thou again knitted the Veil of Vala, which I for thee
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| − | Pitying rent in ancient times. I see it whole and more
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| − | Perfect, and shining with beauty! But thou! O wretched Father! t
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| − | Jerusalem reply'd, like a voice heard from a sepulcher:
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| − | Father! once piteous! Is Pity. a Sin? Embalm'd in Vala's bosom
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| − | {{nr|10}} In an Eternal Death for. Albions sake, our best beloved.
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| − | Thou art my Father & my Brother: Why hast thou hidden me,
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| − | Remote from the divine Vision: my Lord and Saviour.
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| − | Trembling stood Albion at her words in jealous dark despair:
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| − | He felt that Love and Pity are the same; a soft repose!
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| − | {{nr|15}} Inward complacency of Soul: a Self-annihilation!
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| − | I have erred! I am ashamed! and will never return more:
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| − | I have taught my children sacrifices of cruelty: what shall I answer?
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| − | I will hide it from Eternals! I will give myself for my Children!
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| − | Which way soever I turn, I behold Humanity and Pity!
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| − | {{nr|20}} He recoil'd: he rush'd outwards; he bore the Veil whole away
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| − | His fires redound from his Dragon Altars in Errors returning.
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| − | He drew the Veil of Moral Virtue, woven for Cruel Laws,
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| − | And cast it into the Atlantic Deep, to catch the Souls of the Dead.
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| − | He stood between the Palm tree & the Oak of weeping
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| − | {{nr|25}} Which stand upon the edge of Beulah; and there Albion sunk
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| − | Down in sick pallid languor! These were his last words, relapsing!
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| − | Hoarse from his rocks, from caverns of Derbyshire & Wales
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| − | And Scotland, utter'd from the Circumference into Eternity.
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| − | Blasphemous Sons of Feminine delusion! God in the dreary Void
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| − | {{nr|30}} Dwells from Eternity, wide separated from the Human Soul
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| − | But thou deluding Image by whom imbu'd the Veil I rent
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| − | Lo here is Valas Veil whole, for a Law, a Terror & a Curse!
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| − | And therefore God takes vengeance on me: from my clay-cold bosom
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| − | My children wander trembling victims of his Moral justice.
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| − | {{nr|35}} His snows fall on me and cover me, while in the Veil I fold
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| − | My dying limbs. Therefore O Manhood, if thou art aught
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| − | But a meer Phantasy, hear dying Albions Curse!
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| − | May God who dwells in this dark Ulro & voidness, vengeance take,
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| − | And draw thee down into this Abyss of sorrow and torture,
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| − | {{nr|40}} Like me thy Victim. O that Death & Annihilation were the same!
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| − | What have I said? What have I done? O all-powerful Human Words!
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| − | You recoil back upon me in the blood of the Lamb slain in his Children.
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| − | Two bleeding Contraries equally true, are his Witnesses against me
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| − | We reared mighty Stones: we danced naked around them:
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| − | {{nr|5}} Thinking to bring Love into light of day, to Jerusalems shame:
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| − | Displaying our Giant limbs to all the winds of heaven! Sudden
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| − | Shame siezd us, we could not look on one-another for abhorrence: the Blue
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| − | Of our immortal Veins & all their Hosts fled from our Limbs,
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| − | And wanderd distant in a dismal Night clouded & dark:
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| − | {{nr|10}} The Sun fled from the Britons forebead: the Moon from his mighty loins:
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| − | Scandinavia fled with all his mountains filld with groans,
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| − | O what is Life & what is Man. O what is Death? Wherefore
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| − | Are you my Children, natives in the Grave to where I go
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| − | Or are you born to feed the hungry ravenings of Destruction
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| − | {{nr|15}} To be the sport of Accident! to waste in Wrath & Love, a weary
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| − | Life, in brooding cares & anxious labours, that prove but chaff.
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| − | O Jerusalem Jerusalem I have forsaken thy Courts
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| − | Thy Pillars of ivory & gold: thy Curtains of silk & fine
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| − | Linen: thy Pavements of precious stones: thy Walls of pearl
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| − | {{nr|20}} And gold, thy Gates of Thanksgiving thy Windows of Praise:
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| − | Thy Clouds of Blessing; thy Cherubims of Tender-mercy
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| − | Stretching their Wings sublime over the Little-ones of Albion
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| − | O Human Imagination O Divine Body I have Crucified
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| − | I have turned my back upon thee into the Wastes of Moral Law:
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| − | {{nr|25}} There Babylon is builded in the Waste, founded in Human desolation.
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| − | O Babylon thy Watchman stands over thee in the night
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| − | Thy severe judge all the day long proves thee O Babylon
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| − | With provings of destruction, with giving thee thy hearts desire.
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| − | But Albion is cast forth to the Potter his Children to the Builders
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| − | {{nr|30}} To build Babylon because they have forsaken Jerusalem
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| − | The Walls of Babylon are Souls of Men: her Gates the Groans
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| − | Of Nations: her Towers are the Miseries of once happy Families.
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| − | Her Streets are paved with Destruction, her Houses built with Death
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| − | Her Palaces with Hell & the Grave; her Synagogues with Torments
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| − | {{nr|35}} Of ever-hardening Despair squard & polishd with cruel skill
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| − | Yet thou wast lovely as the summer cloud upon my hills
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| − | When Jerusalem was thy hearts desire in times of youth & love.
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| − | Thy Sons came to Jerusalem with gifts, she sent them away
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| − | With blessings on their hands & on their feet, blessings of gold,
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| − | {{nr|40}} And pearl & diamond: thy Daughters sang in her Courts:
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| − | They came up to Jerusalem; they walked before Albion
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| − | In the Exchanges of London every Nation walkd
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| − | And London walkd in every Nation mutual in love & harmony
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| − | Albion coverd the whole Earth, England encompassd the Nations,
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| − | {{nr|45}} Mutual each within others bosom in Visions of Regeneration;
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| − | Jerusalem coverd the Atlantic Mountains & the Erythrean,
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| − | From bright Japan & China to Hesperia France & England.
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| − | Mount Zion lifted his head in every Nation under heaven:
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| − | And the Mount of Olives was beheld over the whole Earth:
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| − | {{nr|50}} The footsteps of the Lamb of God were there: but now no more
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| − | No more shall I behold him, he is closd in Luvahs Sepulcher.
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| − | Yet why these smitings of Luvah, the gentlest mildest Zoa?
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| − | If God was Merciful this could not be: O Lamb of God
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| − | Thou art a delusion and Jerusalem is my Sin! O my Children
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| − | {{nr|55}} I have educated you in the crucifying cruelties of Demonstration
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| − | Till you have assum'd the Providence of God & slain your Father
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| − | Dost thou appear before me who liest dead in Luvahs Sepulcher
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| − | Dost thou forgive me! thou who wast Dead & art Alive?<ref>24:58 Dead . . . Alive] mended from dead . . . alive</ref>
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| − | Look not so Merciful upon me O thou Slain Lamb of God
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| − | {{nr|60}} I die! I die in thy arms tho Hope is banishd from me.<ref>24:60 Followed by a line deleted almost without trace; compare 47:1.</ref>
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| − | Thundring the Veil rushes from his hand Vegetating Knot by
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| − | Knot, Day by Day, Night by Night; loud roll the indignant Atlantic
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| − | Waves & the Erythrean, turning up the bottoms of the Deeps
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| − | And there was heard a great lamenting in Beulah: all the Regions
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| − | Of Beulah were moved as the tender bowels are moved: & they said:
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| − | Why did you take Vengeance O ye Sons of the mighty Albion?
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| − | Planting these Oaken Groves: Erecting these Dragon Temples
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| − | {{nr|5}} Injury the Lord heals but Vengeance cannot be healed:
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| − | As the Sons of Albion have done to Luvah: so they have in him
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| − | Done to the Divine Lord & Saviour, who suffers with those that suffer:
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| − | For not one sparrow can suffer, & the whole Universe not suffer also,
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| − | In all its Regions, & its Father & Saviour not pity and weep.
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| − | {{nr|10}} But Vengeance is the destroyer of Grace & Repentance in the bosom
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| − | Of the Injurer: in which the Divine Lamb is cruelly slain:
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| − | Descend O Lamb of God & take away the imputation of Sin
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| − | By the Creation of States & the deliverance of Individuals Evermore Amen
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| − | Thus wept they in Beulah over the Four Regions of Albion
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| − | {{nr|15}} But many doubted & despaird & imputed Sin & Righteousness
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| − | To Individuals & not to States, and these Slept in Ulro.
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| − | SUCH VISIONS HAVE APPEARD TO ME
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| − | AS I MY ORDERD RACE HAVE RUN
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| − | JERUSALEM IS NAMED LIBERTY
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| − | 49:35 Void] ground rdg on plate, error in copying 5:22
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| − | Plate 51, a full-page illustration, was inscribed “Vala Hyle Skofield” when issued as a separate print. Monogram WB in lower left corner (for use with separate print) is visible in copy A and posthumous copies.
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| − | 1 Charlemaine] Constantine 1st ms rdg del
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| − | Gibbon plied his lash of steel Voltaire turnd his wracking wheel Charlemaine & his barons bold Stood by & mockd in iron & gold
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| − | The Wheel of Voltaire whirld on high Gibbon aloud his lash does ply Charlemaine & his Clouds of War Muster around the Polar Star
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| − | 7 The Schools . . . rolld] Charlemaine & his barons bold 1st ms rdg del
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| − | 9 Thou . . . afar] Seditious Monk said Charlemaine 1st ms rdg del
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| − | 10 In vain . . . War] The Glory of War thou condemnst in vain 1st ms rdg del
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| − | 17-20 When Satan . . . mercys Lord] ms stanza “5” (variant: Mercys), replacing:
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| − | Untill the Tyrant himself relent The Tyrant who first the black bow bent Slaughter shall heap the bloody plain Resistance & war is the Tyrants gain
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| − | 23 Grecian Mocks] mocks & scorn 1st ms rdg del
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| − | But The Tear of Love & forgiveness sweet And submission to death beneath his feet The Tear shall melt the sword of steel And every wound it has made shall heal
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| − | a Grecian Scoff is a wracking wheel [The] Roman pride is a sword of steel [Vict] Glory & Victory a [?Ron] [ <plaited> ] [?Trojan] phallic Whip
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| − | 55:20 Conclave] etched Concave, clearly wrong for the context
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| − | 56:37 earth-Worm] mended by pen to earth-Worms in copy F, perhaps not by Blake
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| − | Plate 57. In the illustration are the names “York London Jerusalem”.
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| − | 58:3 Street] possibly a mistake for Streets
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| − | 60:55 Not: but] Keynes emends to Nought but (yet compare 93:20 and 96:16; perhaps the intended opposition is “Art thou alive! or art thou Not:”)
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| − | 65:62 him from his] etched him from him his
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| − | 69:1 combined] mended in copper to conjoined (restored in the Mellon copy by pen)
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| − | 72:53 Mirror writing: Women the comforters of Men become the Tormenters & Punishers
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| − | 73:37,Deletion covered by vines in most copies; legible in posthumous copies, under magnification.
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| − | 77:1-4 I give you . . . wall] Four lines from Blake's Notebook (p 46 reversed)
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| − | 77 The Real [Selfhood] . . . Man] incised in the bottom corners of the plate, partly legible in copy F and in posthumous copies. (The fourth segment is G. E. Bentley's deciphering.) Blake first deleted “hood” and later the whole passage.
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| − | Plate 81. The mirror writing in the inscription reads:
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| − | In Heaven the only Art of Living Is Forgetting & Forgiving Especially to the Female But if you on Earth Forgive You shall not find where to Live
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| − | 81:15-16 Since these two lines appear below the illustration, they may be considered as its caption; but they also serve as part of the text. (Keynes prints them as such but in a note says they are not part of teh text.)
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| − | 82:43 his hands . . . & his feet] written his hands . . . & his hands
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| − | 83:1 Corruptibility] etched Corrupability mended in copy E
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| − | 83:30 Affection] mended from affection
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| − | 83:87 Awake] Whether given an exclamation point or not, this word seems to hang in midair. Plate 84 (different in technique, lettering, content) obviously did not originally follow. Part of the Daughters' song of building appears to be lost.
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| − | 89:2 endure] The plural subject of this verb must be the “double” nay “Twelvefold” Hermaphroditic form.
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| − | 89:26 flocks] Rocks in previous transcription, corrected by Bentley
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| − | 90:67 thunder's] I have inserted the apostrophe called for by the syntax and context; it is the thunder of Los that utters Plate 91.
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| − | 91:1 Preceded by a deleted line which I can partly decipher as “Forgiveness of Enemies ?can [ ] only [ ] God [ ]”
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| − | 98:11 Sexual Threefold] mended from Sexual Twofold (The plate bears other signs of hasty writing.)
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| − | 98:34 regenerations] mended from regenations
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| − | 98:45 the Covenant of] mended from thy Covenant (thy Covenant restored in the Morgan copy by pen)
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| − | 98:48 Sacrifices] The terminal “s” almost hidden by the decorative border—but not a true deletion.
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