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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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