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| 16 | <h1>William Blake</h1> |
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| 24 | 5: Till Covet broke his locks & bars.<br /> |
| 25 | And slept with open doors:<br /> |
| 26 | Envy sung at the rich mans feast:<br /> |
| 27 | Wrath was follow'd up and down<br /> |
| 28 | By a little ewe lamb<br /> |
| 29 | And Wantonness on his own true love<br /> |
| 30 | Begot a giant race:<br /> |
| 31 | <br /> |
| 32 | 6: Raging furious the flames of desire<br /> |
| 33 | Ran thro' heaven & earth, living flames<br /> |
| 34 | Intelligent, organiz'd; arm'd<br /> |
| 35 | With destruction & plagues. In the midst<br /> |
| 36 | <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 /> |
| 37 | Compell'd to watch Urizens shadow<br /> |
| 38 | <br /> |
| 39 | 7: Rag'd with curses & sparkles of fury<br /> |
| 40 | Round the flames roll as Los hurls his chains<br /> |
| 41 | Mounting up from his fury, condens'd<br /> |
| 42 | Rolling round & round, mounting on high<br /> |
| 43 | Into vacuum: into non-entity.<br /> |
| 44 | Where nothing was! dash'd wide apart<br /> |
| 45 | His feet stamp the eternal fierce-raging<br /> |
| 46 | Rivers of wide flame; they roll round<br /> |
| 47 | And round on all sides making their way<br /> |
| 48 | Into darkness and shadowy obscurity<br /> |
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| 52 | Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count the stars!<br /> |
| 53 | Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal shrine.<br /> |
| 54 | I sieze their burning power<br /> |
| 55 | And bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings.<br /> |
| 56 | <br /> |
| 57 | Devouring & devoured roaming on dark and desolate mountains<br /> |
| 58 | 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 /> |
| 59 | Ah mother Enitharmon!<br /> |
| 60 | Stamp not with solid form this vig'rous progeny of fires.<br /> |
| 61 | <br /> |
| 62 | I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames.<br /> |
| 63 | And thou dost stamp them with a signet, then they roam abroad<br /> |
| 64 | And leave me void as death;<br /> |
| 65 | Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy.<br /> |
| 66 | <br /> |
| 67 | And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band?<br /> |
| 68 | To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it<br /> |
| 69 | With milk and honey?<br /> |
| 70 | I see it smile & I roll inward & my voice is past.<br /> |
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| 74 | For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven,<br /> |
| 75 | They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives!<br /> |
| 76 | They cast the lots into the helmet; they give the oath of blood in Lambeth<br /> |
| 77 | They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath:<br /> |
| 78 | They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots<br /> |
| 79 | To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation<br /> |
| 80 | <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 /> |
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| 84 | At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain<br /> |
| 85 | He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded,<br /> |
| 86 | And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts<br /> |
| 87 | That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend<br /> |
| 88 | Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham; and set free<br /> |
| 89 | Orc from his Chain of Jealousy, he started at the thought<br /> |
| 90 | And down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night:<br /> |
| 91 | And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan Adan:<br /> |
| 92 | His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke: when one sleeps th'other wakes<br /> |
| 93 | <br /> |
| 94 | But Milton entering my Foot: I saw in the nether<br /> |
| 95 | Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth,<br /> |
| 96 | And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination<br /> |
| 97 | In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Miltons descent.<br /> |
| 98 | But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know<br /> |
| 99 | What passes in his members till periods of Space & Time<br /> |
| 100 | Reveal the secrets of Etenity: for more extensive<br /> |
| 101 | Than any other earthly things, are Mans earthly lineaments.<br /> |
| 102 | <br /> |
| 103 | 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 /> |
| 104 | As a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones & gold:<br /> |
| 105 | I stooped down & bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity.<br /> |
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| 109 | Ephraim calld out to Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain<br /> |
| 110 | Let us refuse the Plow & Spade, the heavy Roller & spiked<br /> |
| 111 | Harrow. burn all these Corn fields. throw down all these fences<br /> |
| 112 | Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far<br /> |
| 113 | Than all these labours of the harvest & the vintage. See the river<br /> |
| 114 | Red with the blood of Men. swells lustful round my rocky knees<br /> |
| 115 | My clouds are not the clouds of verdant fields & groves of fruit<br /> |
| 116 | But Clouds of Human Souls. my nostrils drink the lives of Men<br /> |
| 117 | The Villages Lament. they faint outstretchd upon the plain<br /> |
| 118 | Wailing runs round the Valleys from the Mill & from the Barn<br /> |
| 119 | But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dreadt<br /> |
| 120 | Hiding their books & pictures. underneath the dens of Earth<br /> |
| 121 | The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad<br /> |
| 122 | With wine of cruelty. Let us plat a Scourge O Sister City<br /> |
| 123 | Children are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed<br /> |
| 124 | With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood<br /> |
| 125 | The Horse is of more value than the Man. The Tyger fierce<br /> |
| 126 | Laughs at the Human form. the Lion mocks & thirsts for blood<br /> |
| 127 | They cry O Spider spread thy web! Enlarge thy bones & fill'd<br /> |
| 128 | With marrow. sinews & flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice<br /> |
| 129 | Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together<br /> |
| 130 | To desolate their cities! Man shall be no more! Awake O Hosts<br /> |
| 131 | The bow string sang upon the hills! Luvah & Vala ride<br /> |
| 132 | Triumphant in the bloody sky. & the Human form is no more<br /> |
| 133 | The listning Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back<br /> |
| 134 | He cried out to his Father, depart! depart! but sudden Siez'd<br /> |
| 135 | And clad in steel. & his Horse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle<br /> |
| 136 | Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the Mighty Father<br /> |
| 137 | Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round<br /> |
| 138 | His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise<br /> |
| 139 | Of war, The Mountains fled away they sought a place beneath<br /> |
| 140 | Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude. nor Sun nor Moon<br /> |
| 141 | By night nor day to comfort her, she labourd in thick smoke<br /> |
| 142 | Tharmas endurd not, he fled howling. then a barren waste sunk<br /> |
| 143 | Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born<br /> |
| 144 | And Thou O Enitharmon! Hark I hear the hammers of Los<br /> |
| 145 | They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges<br /> |
| 146 | The innumerable sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces<br /> |
| 147 | Melt into furrows. winter blows his bellows: ice & Snow<br /> |
| 148 | Tend the dire anvils. Mountains mourn & Rivers faint & fail<br /> |
| 149 | There is no City nor Corn-field nor Orchard! all is Rock & Sand<br /> |
| 150 | There is no Sun nor Moon nor Star. but rugged wintry rocks<br /> |
| 151 | Justling together in the void suspended by inward fires<br /> |
| 152 | Impatience now no longer can endure. Distracted Luvah<br /> |
| 153 | Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror<br /> |
| 154 | Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers<br /> |
| 155 | Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down<br /> |
| 156 | From heavens of joy into this Deep. Now rage but rage in vain<br /> |
| 157 | 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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| 184 | <p class="cke-footer"><RetroJ`> here's something interesting about one of these chinese |
| 185 | pop music videos I've found.. it illustrates the |
| 186 | cultural barrier nicely. this young female pop star is |
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