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5: Till Covet broke his locks &amp; bars.<br />
And slept with open doors:<br />
Envy sung at the rich mans feast:<br />
Wrath was follow'd up and down<br />
By a little ewe lamb<br />
And Wantonness on his own true love<br />
Begot a giant race:<br />
<br />
6: Raging furious the flames of desire<br />
Ran thro' heaven &amp; earth, living flames<br />
Intelligent, organiz'd; arm'd<br />
With destruction &amp; plagues. In the midst<br />
<a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=b-los.a.illbk.03&amp;java=no">The Eternal Prophet</a> bound in a chain<br />
Compell'd to watch Urizens shadow<br />
<br />
7: Rag'd with curses &amp; sparkles of fury<br />
Round the flames roll as Los hurls his chains<br />
Mounting up from his fury, condens'd<br />
Rolling round &amp; round, mounting on high<br />
Into vacuum: into non-entity.<br />
Where nothing was! dash'd wide apart<br />
His feet stamp the eternal fierce-raging<br />
Rivers of wide flame; they roll round<br />
And round on all sides making their way<br />
Into darkness and shadowy obscurity<br />
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Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count the stars!<br />
Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal shrine.<br />
I sieze their burning power<br />
And bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings.<br />
<br />
Devouring &amp; devoured roaming on dark and desolate mountains<br />
In <a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=europe.b.illbk.04&amp;java=no">forests of eternal death</a>, shrieking in hollow trees.<br />
Ah mother Enitharmon!<br />
Stamp not with solid form this vig'rous progeny of fires.<br />
<br />
I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames.<br />
And thou dost stamp them with a signet, then they roam abroad<br />
And leave me void as death;<br />
Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy.<br />
<br />
And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band?<br />
To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it<br />
With milk and honey?<br />
I see it smile &amp; I roll inward &amp; my voice is past.<br />
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For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven,<br />
They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives!<br />
They cast the lots into the helmet; they give the oath of blood in Lambeth<br />
They vote the death of Luvah, &amp; they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath:<br />
They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots<br />
To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation<br />
<a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=jerusalem.e.illbk.65&amp;java=no">The sun was black</a> &amp; the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain!<br />
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At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain<br />
He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded,<br />
And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts<br />
That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend<br />
Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham; and set free<br />
Orc from his Chain of Jealousy, he started at the thought<br />
And down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night:<br />
And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan Adan:<br />
His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke: when one sleeps th'other wakes<br />
<br />
But Milton entering my Foot: I saw in the nether<br />
Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth,<br />
And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination<br />
In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Miltons descent.<br />
But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know<br />
What passes in his members till periods of Space &amp; Time<br />
Reveal the secrets of Etenity: for more extensive<br />
Than any other earthly things, are Mans earthly lineaments.<br />
<br />
And all this <a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=milton.a.illbk.19&amp;java=no">Vegetable World</a> appeard on my left Foot,<br />
As a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones &amp; gold:<br />
I stooped down &amp; bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity.<br />
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Ephraim calld out to Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain<br />
Let us refuse the Plow &amp; Spade, the heavy Roller &amp; spiked<br />
Harrow. burn all these Corn fields. throw down all these fences<br />
Fattend on Human blood &amp; drunk with wine of life is better far<br />
Than all these labours of the harvest &amp; the vintage. See the river<br />
Red with the blood of Men. swells lustful round my rocky knees<br />
My clouds are not the clouds of verdant fields &amp; groves of fruit<br />
But Clouds of Human Souls. my nostrils drink the lives of Men<br />
The Villages Lament. they faint outstretchd upon the plain<br />
Wailing runs round the Valleys from the Mill &amp; from the Barn<br />
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dreadt<br />
Hiding their books &amp; pictures. underneath the dens of Earth<br />
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad<br />
With wine of cruelty. Let us plat a Scourge O Sister City<br />
Children are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed<br />
With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood<br />
The Horse is of more value than the Man. The Tyger fierce<br />
Laughs at the Human form. the Lion mocks &amp; thirsts for blood<br />
They cry O Spider spread thy web! Enlarge thy bones &amp; fill'd<br />
With marrow. sinews &amp; flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice<br />
Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together<br />
To desolate their cities! Man shall be no more! Awake O Hosts<br />
The bow string sang upon the hills! Luvah &amp; Vala ride<br />
Triumphant in the bloody sky. &amp; the Human form is no more<br />
The listning Stars heard, &amp; the first beam of the morning started back<br />
He cried out to his Father, depart! depart! but sudden Siez'd<br />
And clad in steel. &amp; his Horse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle<br />
Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the Mighty Father<br />
Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems &amp; gold, he Swung it round<br />
His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise<br />
Of war, The Mountains fled away they sought a place beneath<br />
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude. nor Sun nor Moon<br />
By night nor day to comfort her, she labourd in thick smoke<br />
Tharmas endurd not, he fled howling. then a barren waste sunk<br />
Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born<br />
And Thou O Enitharmon! Hark I hear the hammers of Los<br />
They melt the bones of Vala, &amp; the bones of Luvah into wedges<br />
The innumerable sons &amp; daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces<br />
Melt into furrows. winter blows his bellows: ice &amp; Snow<br />
Tend the dire anvils. Mountains mourn &amp; Rivers faint &amp; fail<br />
There is no City nor Corn-field nor Orchard! all is Rock &amp; Sand<br />
There is no Sun nor Moon nor Star. but rugged wintry rocks<br />
Justling together in the void suspended by inward fires<br />
Impatience now no longer can endure. Distracted Luvah<br />
Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror<br />
Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers<br />
Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down<br />
From heavens of joy into this Deep. Now rage but rage in vain<br />
Thus Sang the <a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/erdman.xq?id=b2.3#top">Demons of the Deep</a>.<br /></p>
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92ffc65b	27	5: Till Covet broke his locks & bars.<br />
	28	And slept with open doors:<br />
	29	Envy sung at the rich mans feast:<br />
	30	Wrath was follow'd up and down<br />
	31	By a little ewe lamb<br />
	32	And Wantonness on his own true love<br />
	33	Begot a giant race:<br />
	34	<br />
	35	6: Raging furious the flames of desire<br />
	36	Ran thro' heaven & earth, living flames<br />
	37	Intelligent, organiz'd; arm'd<br />
	38	With destruction & plagues. In the midst<br />
	39	<a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=b-los.a.illbk.03&java=no">The Eternal Prophet</a> bound in a chain<br />
	40	Compell'd to watch Urizens shadow<br />
	41	<br />
	42	7: Rag'd with curses & sparkles of fury<br />
	43	Round the flames roll as Los hurls his chains<br />
	44	Mounting up from his fury, condens'd<br />
	45	Rolling round & round, mounting on high<br />
	46	Into vacuum: into non-entity.<br />
	47	Where nothing was! dash'd wide apart<br />
	48	His feet stamp the eternal fierce-raging<br />
	49	Rivers of wide flame; they roll round<br />
	50	And round on all sides making their way<br />
	51	Into darkness and shadowy obscurity<br />
	52	</p>
	53
	54	<p class="verse">
	55	Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count the stars!<br />
	56	Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal shrine.<br />
	57	I sieze their burning power<br />
	58	And bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings.<br />
	59	<br />
	60	Devouring & devoured roaming on dark and desolate mountains<br />
	61	In <a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=europe.b.illbk.04&java=no">forests of eternal death</a>, shrieking in hollow trees.<br />
	62	Ah mother Enitharmon!<br />
	63	Stamp not with solid form this vig'rous progeny of fires.<br />
	64	<br />
	65	I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames.<br />
	66	And thou dost stamp them with a signet, then they roam abroad<br />
	67	And leave me void as death;<br />
	68	Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy.<br />
	69	<br />
	70	And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band?<br />
	71	To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it<br />
	72	With milk and honey?<br />
	73	I see it smile & I roll inward & my voice is past.<br />
	74	</p>
	75
	76	<p class="verse">
	77	For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven,<br />
	78	They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives!<br />
	79	They cast the lots into the helmet; they give the oath of blood in Lambeth<br />
	80	They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath:<br />
	81	They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots<br />
	82	To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation<br />
	83	<a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=jerusalem.e.illbk.65&java=no">The sun was black</a> & the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain!<br />
	84	</p>
	85
	86	<p class="verse">
	87	At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain<br />
	88	He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded,<br />
	89	And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts<br />
	90	That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend<br />
91	Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham; and set free<br />
92	Orc from his Chain of Jealousy, he started at the thought<br />
93	And down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night:<br />
94	And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan Adan:<br />
95	His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke: when one sleeps th'other wakes<br />
96	<br />
97	But Milton entering my Foot: I saw in the nether<br />
98	Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth,<br />
99	And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination<br />
100	In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Miltons descent.<br />
101	But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know<br />
102	What passes in his members till periods of Space & Time<br />
103	Reveal the secrets of Etenity: for more extensive<br />
104	Than any other earthly things, are Mans earthly lineaments.<br />
105	<br />
106	And all this <a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=milton.a.illbk.19&java=no">Vegetable World</a> appeard on my left Foot,<br />
107	As a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones & gold:<br />
108	I stooped down & bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity.<br />
109	</p>
110
111	<p class="verse">
112	Ephraim calld out to Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain<br />
113	Let us refuse the Plow & Spade, the heavy Roller & spiked<br />
114	Harrow. burn all these Corn fields. throw down all these fences<br />
115	Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far<br />
116	Than all these labours of the harvest & the vintage. See the river<br />
117	Red with the blood of Men. swells lustful round my rocky knees<br />
118	My clouds are not the clouds of verdant fields & groves of fruit<br />
119	But Clouds of Human Souls. my nostrils drink the lives of Men<br />
120	The Villages Lament. they faint outstretchd upon the plain<br />
121	Wailing runs round the Valleys from the Mill & from the Barn<br />
122	But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dreadt<br />
123	Hiding their books & pictures. underneath the dens of Earth<br />
124	The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad<br />
125	With wine of cruelty. Let us plat a Scourge O Sister City<br />
126	Children are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed<br />
127	With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood<br />
128	The Horse is of more value than the Man. The Tyger fierce<br />
129	Laughs at the Human form. the Lion mocks & thirsts for blood<br />
130	They cry O Spider spread thy web! Enlarge thy bones & fill'd<br />
131	With marrow. sinews & flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice<br />
132	Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together<br />
133	To desolate their cities! Man shall be no more! Awake O Hosts<br />
134	The bow string sang upon the hills! Luvah & Vala ride<br />
135	Triumphant in the bloody sky. & the Human form is no more<br />
136	The listning Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back<br />
137	He cried out to his Father, depart! depart! but sudden Siez'd<br />
138	And clad in steel. & his Horse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle<br />
139	Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the Mighty Father<br />
140	Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round<br />
141	His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise<br />
142	Of war, The Mountains fled away they sought a place beneath<br />
143	Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude. nor Sun nor Moon<br />
144	By night nor day to comfort her, she labourd in thick smoke<br />
145	Tharmas endurd not, he fled howling. then a barren waste sunk<br />
146	Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born<br />
147	And Thou O Enitharmon! Hark I hear the hammers of Los<br />
148	They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges<br />
149	The innumerable sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces<br />
150	Melt into furrows. winter blows his bellows: ice & Snow<br />
151	Tend the dire anvils. Mountains mourn & Rivers faint & fail<br />
152	There is no City nor Corn-field nor Orchard! all is Rock & Sand<br />
153	There is no Sun nor Moon nor Star. but rugged wintry rocks<br />
154	Justling together in the void suspended by inward fires<br />
155	Impatience now no longer can endure. Distracted Luvah<br />
156	Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror<br />
157	Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers<br />
158	Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down<br />
159	From heavens of joy into this Deep. Now rage but rage in vain<br />
160	Thus Sang the <a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/erdman.xq?id=b2.3#top">Demons of the Deep</a>.<br /></p>
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