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5: Till Covet broke his locks & bars.
And slept with open doors:
Envy sung at the rich mans feast:
Wrath was follow'd up and down
By a little ewe lamb
And Wantonness on his own true love
Begot a giant race:

6: Raging furious the flames of desire
Ran thro' heaven & earth, living flames
Intelligent, organiz'd; arm'd
With destruction & plagues. In the midst
[[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=b-los.a.illbk.03&java=no][The Eternal Prophet]] bound in a chain
Compell'd to watch Urizens shadow

7: Rag'd with curses & sparkles of fury
Round the flames roll as Los hurls his chains
Mounting up from his fury, condens'd
Rolling round & round, mounting on high
Into vacuum: into non-entity.
Where nothing was! dash'd wide apart
His feet stamp the eternal fierce-raging
Rivers of wide flame; they roll round
And round on all sides making their way
Into darkness and shadowy obscurity
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Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count the stars!
Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal shrine.
I sieze their burning power
And bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings.

Devouring & devoured roaming on dark and desolate mountains
In [[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=europe.b.illbk.04&java=no][forests of eternal death]], shrieking in hollow trees.
Ah mother Enitharmon!
Stamp not with solid form this vig'rous progeny of fires.

I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames.
And thou dost stamp them with a signet, then they roam abroad
And leave me void as death;
Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy.

And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band?
To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it
With milk and honey?
I see it smile & I roll inward & my voice is past.
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For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven,
They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives!
They cast the lots into the helmet; they give the oath of blood in Lambeth
They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath:
They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots
To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation
[[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=jerusalem.e.illbk.65&java=no][The sun was black]] & the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain!
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At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain
He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded,
And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts
That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend
Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham; and set free
Orc from his Chain of Jealousy, he started at the thought
And down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night:
And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan Adan:
His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke: when one sleeps th'other wakes

But Milton entering my Foot: I saw in the nether
Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth,
And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination
In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Miltons descent.
But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know
What passes in his members till periods of Space & Time
Reveal the secrets of Etenity: for more extensive
Than any other earthly things, are Mans earthly lineaments.

And all this [[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/object.xq?objectid=milton.a.illbk.19&java=no][Vegetable World]] appeard on my left Foot,
As a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones & gold:
I stooped down & bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity.
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Ephraim calld out to Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain
Let us refuse the Plow & Spade, the heavy Roller & spiked 	
Harrow. burn all these Corn fields. throw down all these fences
Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far
Than all these labours of the harvest & the vintage. See the river 	
Red with the blood of Men. swells lustful round my rocky knees 	
My clouds are not the clouds of verdant fields & groves of fruit 	
But Clouds of Human Souls. my nostrils drink the lives of Men 	
The Villages Lament. they faint outstretchd upon the plain
Wailing runs round the Valleys from the Mill & from the Barn 	
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dreadt 	
Hiding their books & pictures. underneath the dens of Earth 	
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad 	
With wine of cruelty. Let us plat a Scourge O Sister City
Children are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed 	
With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood
The Horse is of more value than the Man. The Tyger fierce 	
Laughs at the Human form. the Lion mocks & thirsts for blood 	
They cry O Spider spread thy web! Enlarge thy bones & fill'd 	
With marrow. sinews & flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice 	
Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together
To desolate their cities! Man shall be no more! Awake O Hosts 	
The bow string sang upon the hills! Luvah & Vala ride 	
Triumphant in the bloody sky. & the Human form is no more
The listning Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back 	
He cried out to his Father, depart! depart! but sudden Siez'd
And clad in steel. & his Horse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle 	
Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the Mighty Father 	
Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round 	
His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise 	
Of war, The Mountains fled away they sought a place beneath
Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude. nor Sun nor Moon 	
By night nor day to comfort her, she labourd in thick smoke
Tharmas endurd not, he fled howling. then a barren waste sunk
Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born 	
And Thou O Enitharmon! Hark I hear the hammers of Los
They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges 	
The innumerable sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces 	
Melt into furrows. winter blows his bellows: ice & Snow 	
Tend the dire anvils. Mountains mourn & Rivers faint & fail 	
There is no City nor Corn-field nor Orchard! all is Rock & Sand
There is no Sun nor Moon nor Star. but rugged wintry rocks 	
Justling together in the void suspended by inward fires 	
Impatience now no longer can endure. Distracted Luvah 	
Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror 	
Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers
Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down 	
From heavens of joy into this Deep. Now rage but rage in vain 	
Thus Sang the [[http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/erdman.xq?id=b2.3#top][Demons of the Deep]]. 
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