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JERUSALEM
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The Emanation of The Giant Albion t253
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1804 Printed by W. Blake Sth Molton St.
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[Above the archway:]
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There is a Void, outside of Existence, which if enterd into
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Englobes itself & becomes a Womb, such was Albions Couch
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A pleasant Shadow of Repose calld Albions lovely Land
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His Sublime & Pathos become Two Rocks fixd in the Earth
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His Reason his Spectrous Power, covers them above
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Jerusalem his Emanation is a Stone laying beneath
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O [Albion behold Pitying] behold the Vision of Albion
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[On right side of archway:]
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Half Friendship is the bitterest Enmity said Los
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As he enterd the Door of Death for Albions sake Inspired
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The long sufferings of God are not for ever there is a Judgment
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[On left side, in reversed writing:]
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Every Thing has its Vermin O Spectre of the Sleeping Dead!
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After my three years slumber on the banks of the Ocean, I
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again display my Giant forms to the Public: My former Giants &
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Fairies having reciev'd the highest reward possible: the
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[love] and [friendship] of those with whom to
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be connected, is to be [blessed]: I cannot doubt that
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this more consolidated & extended Work, will be as kindly
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recieved
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The Enthusiasm of the following Poem, the Author hopes t25
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[no Reader will think presumptuousness or arroganc[e] when he
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is reminded that the Ancients acknowledge their love to their
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Deities, to the full as Enthusiastically as I have who
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Acknowledge mine for my Saviour and Lord, for they were wholly
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absorb'd in their Gods.] I also hope the Reader will
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be with me, wholly One in Jesus our Lord, who is the God [of
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Fire] and Lord [of Love] to whom the Ancients
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look'd and saw his day afar off, with trembling & amazement.
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The Spirit of Jesus is continual forgiveness of Sin: he who
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waits to be righteous before he enters into the Saviours kingdom,
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the Divine Body; will never enter there. I am perhaps the most
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sinful of men! I pretend not to holiness! yet I pretend to love,
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to see, to converse with daily, as man with man, & the more to
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have an interest in the Friend of Sinners. Therefore
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[Dear] Reader, [forgive] what you do not
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approve, & [love] me for this energetic exertion of my
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talent.
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Reader! [lover] of books! [lover] of heaven,
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And of that God from whom [all books are given,]
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Who in mysterious Sinais awful cave
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To Man the wond'rous art of writing gave,
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Again he speaks in thunder and in fire!
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Thunder of Thought, & flames of fierce desire:
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Even from the depths of Hell his voice I hear,
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Within the unfathomd caverns of my Ear.
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Therefore I print; nor vain my types shall be:
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Heaven, Earth & Hell, henceforth shall live in harmony
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Of the Measure, in which
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the following Poem is written
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We who dwell on Earth can do nothing of ourselves, every
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thing is conducted by Spirits, no less than Digestion or Sleep.
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[to Note the last words of Jesus,
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<Greek>Edotha moi pasa exousia en ouranon kai epi ges</Greek>]
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When this Verse was first dictated to me I consider'd a
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Monotonous Cadence like that used by Milton & Shakspeare & all
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writers of English Blank Verse, derived from the modern bondage
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of Rhyming; to be a necessary and indispensible part of Verse.
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But I soon found that
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in the mouth of a true Orator such monotony was not only awkward,
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but as much a bondage as rhyme itself. I therefore have produced
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a variety in every line, both of cadences & number of syllables.
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Every word and every letter is studied and put into its fit
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place: the terrific numbers are reserved for the terrific
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parts--the mild & gentle, for the mild & gentle parts, and the
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prosaic, for inferior parts: all are necessary to each other.
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Poetry Fetter'd, Fetters the Human Race! Nations are Destroy'd,
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or Flourish, in proportion as Their Poetry Painting and Music,
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are Destroy'd or Flourish! The Primeval State of Man, was Wisdom,
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Art, and Science.
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<Greek>Monos 'o Iesous </Greek>
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Jerusalem
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Chap: I
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Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through
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Eternal Death! and of the awaking to Eternal Life.
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This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev'ry morn
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Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me
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Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song.
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Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand!
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I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine:
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Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land.
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In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey
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A black water accumulates, return Albion! return!
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Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons,
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Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters
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Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darkend:
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Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face,
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Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom [Where!!]
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Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem
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From the vision and fruition of the Holy-one?
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I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend;
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Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me:
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Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense!
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Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades!
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But the perturbed Man away turns down the valleys dark;
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[Saying. We are not One: we are Many, thou most simulative]
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Phantom of the over heated brain! shadow of immortality!
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Seeking to keep my soul a victim to thy Love! which binds
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Man the enemy of man into deceitful friendships:
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Jerusalem is not! her daughters are indefinite:
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By demonstration, man alone can live, and not by faith.
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My mountains are my own, and I will keep them to myself!
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The Malvern and the Cheviot, the Wolds Plinlimmon & Snowdon
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Are mine. here will I build my Laws of Moral Virtue!
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Humanity shall be no more: but war & princedom & victory!
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So spoke Albion in jealous fears, hiding his Emanation
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Upon the Thames and Medway, rivers of Beulah: dissembling
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His jealousy before the throne divine, darkening, cold!
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The banks of the Thames are clouded! the ancient porches of Albion are
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Darken'd! they are drawn thro' unbounded space, scatter'd upon
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The Void in incoherent despair! Cambridge & Oxford & London,
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Are driven among the starry Wheels, rent away and dissipated,
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In Chasms & Abysses of sorrow, enlarg'd without dimension, terrible[.]
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Albions mountains run with blood, the cries of war & of tumult
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Resound into the unbounded night, every Human perfection
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Of mountain & river & city, are small & wither'd & darken'd
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Cam is a little stream! Ely is almost swallowd up!
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Lincoln & Norwich stand trembling on the brink of Udan-Adan!
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Wales and Scotland shrink themselves to the west and to the north!
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Mourning for fear of the warriors in the Vale of Entuthon-Benython
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Jerusalem is scatterd abroad like a cloud of smoke thro' non-entity:
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Moab & Ammon & Amalek & Canaan & Egypt & Aram
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Recieve her little-ones for sacrifices and the delights of cruelty
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Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me.
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Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task!
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To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes
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Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity
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Ever expanding in the Bosom of God. the Human Imagination
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O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love:
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Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life!
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Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages,
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While I write of the building of Golgonooza, & of the terrors of Entuthon:
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Of Hand & Hyle & Coban, of Kwantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd &
Hutton:
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Of the terrible sons & daughters of Albion. and their Generations.
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Scofield! Kox, Kotope and Bowen, revolve most mightily upon
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The Furnace of Los: before the eastern gate bending their fury.
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They war, to destroy the Furnaces, to desolate Golgonooza:
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And to devour the Sleeping Humanity of Albion in rage & hunger.
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They revolve into the Furnaces Southward & are driven forth Northward
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Divided into Male and Female forms time after time.
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From these Twelve all the Families of England spread abroad.
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The Male is a Furnace of beryll; the Female is a golden Loom;
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I behold them and their rushing fires overwhelm my Soul,
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In Londons darkness; and my tears fall day and night,
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Upon the Emanations of Albions Sons! the Daughters of Albion
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Names anciently rememberd, but now contemn'd as fictions!
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Although in every bosom they controll our Vegetative powers.
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These are united into Tirzah and her Sisters, on Mount Gilead,
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Cambel & Gwendolen & Conwenna & Cordella & Ignoge.
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And these united into Rahab in the Covering Cherub on Euphrates
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Gwiniverra & Gwinefred, & Gonorill & Sabrina beautiful,
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Estrild, Mehetabel & Ragan, lovely Daughters of Albion
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They are the beautiful Emanations of the Twelve Sons of Albion
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The Starry Wheels revolv'd heavily over the Furnaces;
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Drawing Jerusalem in anguish of maternal love,
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Eastward a pillar of a cloud with Vala upon the mountains
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Howling in pain, redounding from the arms of Beulahs Daughters,
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Out from the Furnaces of Los above the head of Los.
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A pillar of smoke writhing afar into Non-Entity, redounding
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Till the cloud reaches afar outstretch'd among the Starry Wheels
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Which revolve heavily in the mighty Void above the Furnaces
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O what avail the loves & tears of Beulahs lovely Daughters
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They hold the Immortal Form in gentle bands & tender tears
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But all within is open'd into the deeps of Entuthon Benython
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A dark and unknown night, indefinite, unmeasurable, without end.
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Abstract Philosophy warring in enmity against Imagination
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(Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever).
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And there Jerusalem wanders with Vala upon the mountains,
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Attracted by the revolutions of those Wheels the Cloud of smoke
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Immense, and Jerusalem & Vala weeping in the Cloud
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Wander away into the Chaotic Void, lamenting with her Shadow
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Among the Daughters of Albion, among the Starry Wheels;
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Lamenting for her children, for the sons & daughters of Albion
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Los heard her lamentations in the deeps afar! his tears fall
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Incessant before the Furnaces, and his Emanation divided in pain,
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Eastward toward the Starry Wheels. But Westward, a black Horror,
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His spectre driv'n by the Starry Wheels of Albions sons, black and
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Opake divided from his back; he labours and he mourns!
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For as his Emanation divided, his Spectre also divided
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In terror of those starry wheels: and the Spectre stood over Los
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Howling in pain: a blackning Shadow, blackning dark & opake
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Cursing the terrible Los: bitterly cursing him for his friendship
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To Albion, suggesting murderous thoughts against Albion.
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Los rag'd and stamp'd the earth in his might & terrible wrath!
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He stood and stampd the earth! then he threw down his hammer in rage &
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In fury: then he sat down and wept, terrified! Then arose
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And chaunted his song, labouring with the tongs and hammer:
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But still the Spectre divided, and still his pain increas'd!
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In pain the Spectre divided: in pain of hunger and thirst:
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To devour Los's Human Perfection, but when he saw that Los
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Was living: panting like a frighted wolf, and howling
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He stood over the Immortal, in the solitude and darkness:
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Upon the darkning Thames, across the whole Island westward.
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A horrible Shadow of Death, among the Furnaces: beneath
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The pillar of folding smoke; and he sought by other means,
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To lure Los: by tears, by arguments of science & by terrors:
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Terrors in every Nerve, by spasms & extended pains:
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While Los answer'd unterrified to the opake blackening Fiend
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And thus the Spectre spoke: Wilt thou still go on to destruction?
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Till thy life is all taken away by this deceitful Friendship?
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He drinks thee up like water! like wine he pours thee
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Into his tuns: thy Daughters are trodden in his vintage
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He makes thy Sons the trampling of his bulls, they are plow'd
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And harrowd for his profit, lo! thy stolen Emanation
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Is his garden of pleasure! all the Spectres of his Sons mock thee
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Look how they scorn thy once admired palaces! now in ruins
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Because of Albion! because of deceit and friendship! For Lo!
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Hand has peopled Babel & Nineveh: Hyle, Ashur & Aram:
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Cobans son is Nimrod: his son Cush is adjoind to Aram,
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By the Daughter of Babel, in a woven mantle of pestilence & war.
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They put forth their spectrous cloudy sails; which drive their immense
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Constellations over the deadly deeps of indefinite Udan-Adan
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Kox is the Father of Shem & Ham & Japheth, he is the Noah
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Of the Flood of Udan-Adan. Hutn is the Father of the Seven
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From Enoch to Adam; Schofield is Adam who was New-
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Created in Edom. I saw it indignant, & thou art not moved!
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This has divided thee in sunder: and wilt thou still forgive?
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O! thou seest not what I see! what is done in the Furnaces.
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Listen, I will tell thee what is done in moments to thee unknown:
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Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction and sealed,
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And Vala fed in cruel delight, the Furnaces with fire:
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Stern Urizen beheld; urgd by necessity to keep
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The evil day afar, and if perchance with iron power
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He might avert his own despair: in woe & fear he saw
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Vala incircle round the Furnaces where Luvah was clos'd:
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With joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah,
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With whom she liv'd in bliss in times of innocence & youth!
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Vala comes from the Furnace in a cloud, but wretched Luvah
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Is howling in the Furnaces, in flames among Albions Spectres,
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To prepare the Spectre of Albion to reign over thee O Los,
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Forming the Spectres of Albion according to his rage:
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To prepare the Spectre sons of Adam, who is Scofield: the Ninth
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Of Albions sons, & the father of all his brethren in the Shadowy
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Generation. Cambel & Gwendolen wove webs of war & of
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Religion, to involve all Albions sons, and when they had
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Involv'd Eight; their webs roll'd outwards into darkness
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And Scofield the Ninth remaind on the outside of the Eight
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And Kox, Kotope, & Bowen, One in him, a Fourfold Wonder
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Involv'd the Eight--Such are the Generations of the Giant Albion,
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To separate a Law of Sin, to punish thee in thy members.
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Los answer'd. Altho' I know not this! I know far worse than this:
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I know that Albion hath divided me, and that thou O my Spectre,
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Hast just cause to be irritated: but look stedfastly upon me:
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Comfort thyself in my strength the time will arrive,
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When all Albions injuries shall cease, and when we shall
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Embrace him tenfold bright, rising from his tomb in immortality.
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They have divided themselves by Wrath. they must be united by
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Pity: let us therefore take example & warning O my Spectre,
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O that I could abstain from wrath! O that the Lamb
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Of God would look upon me and pity me in my fury.
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In anguish of regeneration! in terrors of self annihilation:
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Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder,
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And the Religion of Generation which was meant for the destruction
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Of Jerusalem, become her covering, till the time of the End.
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O point of mutual forgiveness between Enemies!
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Birthplace of the Lamb of God incomprehensible!
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The Dead despise & scorn thee, & cast thee out as accursed:
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Seeing the Lamb of God in thy gardens & thy palaces:
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Where they desire to place the Abomination of Desolation.
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Hand sits before his furnace: scorn of others & furious pride:
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Freeze round him to bars of steel & to iron rocks beneath
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His feet: indignant self-righteousness like whirlwinds of the north:
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Rose up against me thundering from the Brook of Albions River
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From Ranelagh & Strumbolo, from Cromwells gardens & Chelsea
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The place of wounded Soldiers. but when he saw my Mace
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Whirld round from heaven to earth, trembling he sat: his cold
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Poisons rose up: & his sweet deceits coverd them all over
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With a tender cloud. As thou art now; such was he O Spectre
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I know thy deceit & thy revenges, and unless thou desist
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I will certainly create an eternal Hell for thee. Listen!
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Be attentive! be obedient! Lo the Furnaces are ready to recieve thee.
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I will break thee into shivers! & melt thee in the furnaces of death;
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I will cast thee into forms of abhorrence & torment if thou
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Desist not from thine own will, & obey not my stern command!
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I am closd up from my children: my Emanation is dividing
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And thou my Spectre art divided against me. But mark
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I will compell thee to assist me in my terrible labours. To beat
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These hypocritic Selfhoods on the Anvils of bitter Death
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I am inspired: I act not for myself: for Albions sake
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I now am what I am: a horror and an astonishment
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Shuddring the heavens to look upon me: Behold what cruelties
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Are practised in Babel & Shinar, & have approachd to Zions Hill
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While Los spoke, the terrible Spectre fell shuddring before him
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Watching his time with glowing eyes to leap upon his prey
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Los opend the Furnaces in fear. the Spectre saw to Babel & Shinar
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Across all Europe & Asia. he saw the tortures of the Victims.
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He saw now from the ou[t]side what he before saw & felt from within
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He saw that Los was the sole, uncontrolld Lord of the Furnaces
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Groaning he kneeld before Los's iron-shod feet on London Stone,
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Hungring & thirsting for Los's life yet pretending obedience.
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While Los pursud his speech in threatnings loud & fierce.
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Thou art my Pride & Self-righteousness: I have found thee out:
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Thou art reveald before me in all thy magnitude & power
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Thy Uncircumcised pretences to Chastity must be cut in sunder!
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Thy holy wrath & deep deceit cannot avail against me
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Nor shalt thou ever assume the triple-form of Albions Spectre
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For I am one of the living: dare not to mock my inspired fury
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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
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Thou abstain ravening I will create an eternal Hell for thee.
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Take thou this Hammer & in patience heave the thundering Bellows
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Take thou these Tongs: strike thou alternate with me: labour obedient
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Hand & Hyle & Koban: Skofeld, Kox & Kotope, labour mightily
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In the Wars of Babel & Shinar, all their Emanations were
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Condensd. Hand has absorbd all his Brethren in his might
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All the infant Loves & Graces were lost, for the mighty Hand
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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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Into the sword of war: into the bow and arrow:
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Into the thundering cannon and into the murdering gun
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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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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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Weakness with horns & talons: ignorance with a rav'ning beak!
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Every Emanative joy forbidden as a Crime:
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And the Emanations buried alive in the earth with pomp of religion:
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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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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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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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A Lie: that he may be snared and caught and snared and taken
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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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Of affliction, and Los drew them forth, compelling the harsh Spectre.
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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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Albions dread Spectres; storming, loud, thunderous & mighty
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The Bellows & the Hammers move compell'd by Los's hand.
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And this is the manner of the Sons of Albion in their strength
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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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From them they make an Abstract, which is a Negation
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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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This is the Spectre of Man: the Holy Reasoning Power
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And in its Holiness is closed the Abomination of Desolation
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Therefore Los stands in London building Golgonooza
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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 must Create a System, or be enslav'd by another Mans
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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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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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Los cries, Obey my voice & never deviate from my will
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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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If thou refuse, thy present torments will seem southern breezes
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To what thou shalt endure if thou obey not my great will.
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The Spectre answer'd. Art thou not ashamd of those thy Sins
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That thou callest thy Children? lo the Law of God commands
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That they be offered upon his Altar: O cruelty & torment
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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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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
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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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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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Prayer is vain I called for compassion: compassion mockd
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Mercy & pity threw the grave stone over me & with lead
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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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And seeing life, yet living not; how can I then behold
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And not tremble; how can I be beheld & not abhorrd
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So spoke the Spectre shuddring, & dark tears ran down his shadowy face
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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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At the sublime Labours for Los. compelld the invisible Spectre
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To labours mighty, with vast strength, with his mighty chains,
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In pulsations of time, & extensions of space, like Urns of Beulah
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With great labour upon his anvils, & in his ladles the Ore
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He lifted, pouring it into the clay ground prepar'd with art;
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Striving with Systems to deliver Individuals from those Systems;
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That whenever any Spectre began to devour the Dead,
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He might feel the pain as if a man gnawd his own tender nerves.
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Then Erin came forth from the Furnaces, & all the Daughters of Beulah
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Came from the Furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalems
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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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Los wept with exceeding joy & all wept with joy together!
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They feard they never more should see their Father, who
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Was built in from Eternity, in the Cliffs of Albion.
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But when the joy of meeting was exhausted in loving embrace;
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Again they lament. O what shall we do for lovely Jerusalem?
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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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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 is like a mandrake in the earth before Reubens gate:
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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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Why wilt thou give to her a Body whose life is but a Shade?.
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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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What shall we do for thee O lovely mild Jerusalem?
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And Los said. I behold the finger of God in terrors!
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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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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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God is within, & without! he is even in the depths of Hell!
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Such were the lamentations of the Labourers in the Furnaces!
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And they appeard within & without incircling on both sides
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The Starry Wheels of Albions Sons, with Spaces for Jerusalem:
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And for Vala the shadow of Jerusalem: the ever mourning shade:
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On both sides, within & without beaming gloriously!
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Terrified at the sublime Wonder, Los stood before his Furnaces.
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And they stood around, terrified with admiration at Erins Spaces
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For the Spaces reachd fro the starry heighth, to the starry depth;
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And they builded Golgonooza: terrible eternal labour!
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What are those golden builders doing? where was the burying-place
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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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Ever weeping Paddington? is that Calvary and Golgotha?
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Becoming a building of pity and compassion? Lo!
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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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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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For comfort. there the secret furniture of Jerusalems chamber
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Is wrought: Lambeth! the Bride the Lambs Wife loveth thee:
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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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Without the gate of Los: among the dark Satanic wheels.
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Fourfold the Sons of Los in their divisions: and fourfold,
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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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Eden, and that toward the World of Generation,
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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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And the Four Points are thus beheld in Great Eternity
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West, the Circumference: South, the Zenith: North,
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The Nadir: East, the Center, unapproachable for ever.
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These are the four Faces towards the Four Worlds of Humanity
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In every Man. Ezekiel saw them by Chebars flood.
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And the Eyes are the South, and the Nostrils are the East.
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And the Tongue is the West, and the Ear is the North.
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And the North Gate of Golgonooza toward Generation;
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Has four sculpturd Bulls terrible before the Gate of iron.
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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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Turning upon the Wheels of Albions sons with enormous power.
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And that toward Beulah four, gold, silver, brass, & iron:
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And that toward Eden, four, form'd of gold, silver, brass, & iron.
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The South, a golden Gate, has four Lions terrible, living!
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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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That toward Eden, four; immortal gold, silver, brass & iron.
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The Western Gate fourfold, is closd: having four Cherubim
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Its guards, living, the work of elemental hands, laborious task!
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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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That toward Ulro, clay: that toward Eden, metals.
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But all clos'd up till the last day, when the graves shall yield their
dead
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The Eastern Gate, fourfold: terrible & deadly its ornaments:
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Taking their forms from the Wheels of Albions sons; as cogs
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Are formd in a wheel, to fit the cogs of the adverse wheel.
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That toward Eden, eternal ice, frozen in seven folds
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Of forms of death: and that toward Beulah, stone:
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The seven diseases of the earth are carved terrible.
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And that toward Ulro, forms of war: seven enormities:
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And that toward Generation, seven generative forms.
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And every part of the City is fourfold; & every inhabitant, fourfold.
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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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Surrounds Luban, Los's Palace & the golden Looms of Cathedron.
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And sixty-four thousand Genii, guard the Eastern Gate:
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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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Around Golgonooza lies the land of death eternal; a Land
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Of pain and misery and despair and ever brooding melancholy:
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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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In which is Eternity. It expands in Stars to the Mundane Shell
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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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There is the Cave; the Rock; the Tree; the Lake of Udan Adan;
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The Forest, and the Marsh, and the Pits of bitumen deadly:
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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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(But whatever is visible to the Generated Man,
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Is a Creation of mercy & love, from the Satanic Void.)
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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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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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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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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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But to those who enter into them they seem the only substances
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For every thing exists & not one sigh nor smile nor tear,
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One hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.
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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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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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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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Such are the Buildings of Los! & such are the Woofs of Enitharmon!
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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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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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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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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. t265
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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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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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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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And there behold the Loom of Locke whose Woof rages dire
J15.16; E159|
Washd by the Water-wheels of Newton. black the cloth
J15.17; E159|
In heavy wreathes folds over every Nation; cruel Works
J15.18; E159|
Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic
J15.19; E159|
Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden: which
J15.20; E159|
Wheel within Wheel in freedom revolve in harmony & peace.
J15.21; E159|
I see in deadly fear in London Los raging round his Anvil
J15.22; E159|
Of death: forming an Ax of gold: the Four Sons of Los
J15.23; E159|
Stand round him cutting the Fibres from Albions hills
J15.24; E159|
That Albions Sons may roll apart over the Nations
J15.25; E159|
While Reuben enroots his brethren in the narrow Canaanite
J15.26; E159|
From the Limit Noah to the Limit Abram in whose Loins
J15.27; E159|
Reuben in his Twelve-fold majesty & beauty shall take refuge
J15.28; E159|
As Abraham flees from Chaldea shaking his goary locks
J15.29; E159|
But first Albion must sleep, divided from the Nations
J15.30; E159|
I see Albion sitting upon his Rock in the first Winter
J15.31; E159|
And thence I see the Chaos of Satan & the World of Adam
J15.32; E159|
When the Divine Hand went forth on Albion in the mid Winter
J15.33; E159|
And at the place of Death when Albion sat in Eternal Death
J15.34; E159|
Among the Furnaces of Los in the Valley of the Son of Hinnom
J16.1; E159|
Hampstead Highgate Finchley Hendon Muswell hill: rage loud
J16.2; E159|
Before Bromions iron Tongs & glowing Poker reddening fierce
J16.3; E159|
Hertfordshire glows with fierce Vegetation! in the Forests
J16.4; E159|
The Oak frowns terrible, the Beech & Ash & Elm enroot
J16.5; E159|
Among the Spiritual fires; loud the Corn fields thunder along
J16.6; E159|
The Soldiers fife; the Harlots shriek; the Virgins dismal groan
J16.7; E159|
The Parents fear: the Brothers jealousy: the Sisters curse
J16.8; E159|
Beneath the Storms of Theotormon & the thundring Bellows
J16.9; E159|
Heaves in the hand of Palamabron who in Londons darkness
J16.10; E159|
Before the Anvil, watches the bellowing flames: thundering
J16.11; E159|
The Hammer loud rages in Rintrahs strong grasp swinging loud
J16.12; E160|
Round from heaven to earth down falling with heavy blow
J16.13; E160|
Dead on the Anvil, where the red hot wedge groans in pain
J16.14; E160|
He quenches it in the black trough of his Forge; Londons River
J16.15; E160|
Feeds the dread Forge, trembling & shuddering along the Valleys
J16.16; E160|
Humber & Trent roll dreadful before the Seventh Furnace
J16.17; E160|
And Tweed & Tyne anxious give up their Souls for Albions sake
J16.18; E160|
Lincolnshire Derbyshire Nottinghamshire Leicestershire
J16.19; E160|
From Oxfordshire to Norfolk on the Lake of Udan Adan
J16.20; E160|
Labour within the Furnaces, walking among the Fires
J16.21; E160|
With Ladles huge & iron Pokers over the Island white.
J16.22; E160|
Scotland pours out his Sons to labour at the Furnaces
J16.23; E160|
Wales gives his Daughters to the Looms; England: nursing Mothers
J16.24; E160|
Gives to the Children of Albion & to the Children of Jerusalem
J16.25; E160|
From the blue Mundane Shell even to the Earth of Vegetation
J16.26; E160|
Throughout the whole Creation which groans to be deliverd.
J16.27; E160|
Albion groans in the deep slumbers of Death upon his Rock.
J16.28; E160|
Here Los fixd down the Fifty-two Counties of England & Wales
J16.29; E160|
The Thirty-six of Scotland, & the Thirty-four of Ireland
J16.30; E160|
With mighty power, when they fled out at Jerusalems Gates
J16.31; E160|
Away from the Conflict of Luvah & Urizen, fixing the Gates
J16.32; E160|
In the Twelve Counties of Wales & thence Gates looking every way
J16.33; E160|
To the Four Points: conduct to England & Scotland & Ireland
J16.34; E160|
And thence to all the Kingdoms & Nations & Families of the Earth
J16.35; E160|
The Gate of Reuben in Carmarthenshire: the Gate of Simeon in
J16.36; E160|
Cardiganshire: & the Gate of Levi in Montgomeryshire
J16.37; E160|
The Gate of Judah Merionethshire: the Gate of Dan Flintshire
J16.38; E160|
The Gate of Napthali, Radnorshire: the Gate of Gad Pembrokeshire
J16.39; E160|
The Gate of Asher, Carnarvonshire the Gate of Issachar Brecknokshire
J16.40; E160|
The Gate of Zebulun, in Anglesea & Sodor. so is Wales divided.
J16.41; E160|
The Gate of Joseph, Denbighshire: the Gate of Benjamin Glamorganshire
J16.42; E160|
For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albions Sons
J16.43; E160|
And the Forty Counties of England are thus divided in the Gates
J16.44; E160|
Of Reuben Norfolk, Suffolk, Essex. Simeon Lincoln, York Lancashire
J16.45; E160|
Levi. Middlesex Kent Surrey. Judah Somerset Glouster Wiltshire.
J16.46; E160|
Dan. Cornwal Devon Dorset, Napthali, Warwick Leicester Worcester
J16.47; E160|
Gad. Oxford Bucks Harford. Asher, Sussex Hampshire Berkshire
J16.48; E160|
Issachar, Northampton Rutland Nottgham. Zebulun Bedford Huntgn Camb
J16.49; E160|
Joseph Stafford Shrops Heref. Benjamin, Derby Cheshire Monmouth
J16.50; E160|
And Cumberland Northumberland Westmoreland & Durham are
J16.51; E160|
Divided in the Gates of Reuben, Judah Dan & Joseph
J16.52; E160|
And the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland, divided in the Gates
J16.53; E160|
Of Reuben Kincard Haddntn Forfar, Simeon Ayr Argyll Banff
J16.54; E161|
Levi Edinburh Roxbro Ross. Judah, Abrdeen Berwik Dumfries
J16.55; E161|
Dan Bute Caitnes Clakmanan. Napthali Nairn Invernes Linlithgo
J16.56; E161|
Gad Peebles Perth Renfru. Asher Sutherlan Sterling Wigtoun
J16.57; E161|
Issachar Selkirk Dumbartn Glasgo. Zebulun Orkney Shetland Skye
J16.58; E161|
Joseph Elgin Lanerk Kinros. Benjamin Kromarty Murra Kirkubriht
J16.59; E161|
Governing all by the sweet delights of secret amorous glances
J16.60; E161|
In Enitharmons Halls builded by Los & his mighty Children
J16.61; E161|
All things acted on Earth are seen in the bright Sculptures of
J16.62; E161|
Los's Halls & every Age renews its powers from these Works
J16.63; E161|
With every pathetic story possible to happen from Hate or
J16.64; E161|
Wayward Love & every sorrow & distress is carved here
J16.65; E161|
Every Affinity of Parents Marriages & Friendships are here
J16.66; E161|
In all their various combinations wrought with wondrous Art
J16.67; E161|
All that can happen to Man in his pilgrimage of seventy years
J16.68; E161|
Such is the Divine Written Law of Horeb & Sinai:
J16.69; E161|
And such the Holy Gospel of Mount Olivet & Calvary:
J17.1; E161|
His Spectre divides & Los in fury compells it to divide:
J17.2; E161|
To labour in the fire, in the water, in the earth, in the air,
J17.3; E161|
To follow the Daughters of Albion as the hound follows the scent
J17.4; E161|
Of the wild inhabitant of the forest, to drive them from his own:
J17.5; E161|
To make a way for the Children of Los to come from the Furnaces
J17.6; E161|
But Los himself against Albions Sons his fury bends, for he
J17.7; E161|
Dare not approach the Daughters openly lest he be consumed
J17.8; E161|
In the fires of their beauty & perfection & be Vegetated beneath
J17.9; E161|
Their Looms, in a Generation of death & resurrection to forgetfulness
J17.10; E161|
They wooe Los continually to subdue his strength: he continually
J17.11; E161|
Shews them his Spectre: sending him abroad over the four points of heaven
J17.12; E161|
In the fierce desires of beauty & in the tortures of repulse! He is
J17.13; E161|
The Spectre of the Living pursuing the Emanations of the Dead.
J17.14; E161|
Shuddring they flee: they hide in the Druid Temples in cold chastity:
J17.15; E161|
Subdued by the Spectre of the Living & terrified by undisguisd desire.
J17.16; E161|
For Los said: Tho my Spectre is divided: as I am a Living Man
J17.17; E161|
I must compell him to obey me wholly: that Enitharmon may not
J17.18; E161|
Be lost: & lest he should devour Enitharmon: Ah me!
J17.19; E161|
Piteous image of my soft desires & loves: O Enitharmon!
J17.20; E161|
I will compell my Spectre to obey: I will restore to thee thy Children.
J17.21; E161|
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
J17.23; E161|
They would never love my power if they did not seek to destroy
J17.24; E161|
Enitharmon: Vala would never have sought & loved Albion
J17.25; E161|
If she had not sought to destroy Jerusalem; such is that false
J17.26; E161|
And Generating Love: a pretence of love to destroy love:
J17.27; E162|
Cruel hipocrisy unlike the lovely delusions of Beulah:
J17.28; E162|
And cruel forms, unlike the merciful forms of Beulahs Night
J17.29; E162|
They know not why they love nor wherefore they sicken & die
J17.30; E162|
Calling that Holy Love: which is Envy Revenge & Cruelty
J17.31; E162|
Which separated the stars from the mountains: the mountains from Man
J17.32; E162|
And left Man, a little grovelling Root, outside of Himself.
J17.33; E162|
Negations are not Contraries: Contraries mutually Exist:
J17.34; E162|
But Negations Exist Not: Exceptions & Objections & Unbeliefs
J17.35; E162|
Exist not: nor shall they ever be Organized for ever & ever:
J17.36; E162|
If thou separate from me, thou art a Negation: a meer
J17.37; E162|
Reasoning & Derogation from Me, an Objecting & cruel Spite
J17.38; E162|
And Malice & Envy: but my Emanation, Alas! will become
J17.39; E162|
My Contrary: O thou Negation, I will continually compell
J17.40; E162|
Thee to be invisible to any but whom I please, & when
J17.41; E162|
And where & how I please, and never! never! shalt thou be Organized
J17.42; E162|
But as a distorted & reversed Reflexion in the Darkness
J17.43; E162|
And in the Non Entity: nor shall that which is above
J17.44; E162|
Ever descend into thee: but thou shalt be a Non Entity for ever
J17.45; E162|
And if any enter into thee, thou shalt be an Unquenchable Fire
J17.46; E162|
And he shall be a never dying Worm, mutually tormented by
J17.47; E162|
Those that thou tormentest, a Hell & Despair for ever & ever.
J17.48; E162|
So Los in secret with himself communed & Enitharmon heard
J17.49; E162|
In her darkness & was comforted: yet still she divided away
J17.50; E162|
In gnawing pain from Los's bosom in the deadly Night;
J17.51; E162|
First as a red Globe of blood trembling beneath his bosom[.]
J17.52; E162|
Suspended over her he hung: he infolded her in his garments
J17.53; E162|
Of wool: he hid her from the Spectre, in shame & confusion of
J17.54; E162|
Face; in terrors & pains of Hell & Eternal Death, the
J17.55; E162|
Trembling Globe shot forth Self-living & Los howld over it:
J17.56; E162|
Feeding it with his groans & tears day & night without ceasing:
J17.57; E162|
And the Spectrous Darkness from his back divided in temptations,
J17.58; E162|
And in grinding agonies in threats! stiflings! & direful strugglings.
J17.59; E162|
Go thou to Skofield: ask him if he is Bath or if he is Canterbury
J17.60; E162|
Tell him to be no more dubious: demand explicit words
J17.61; E162|
Tell him: I will dash him into shivers, where & at what time
J17.62; E162|
I please: tell Hand & Skofield they are my ministers of evil
J17.63; E162|
To those I hate: for I can hate also as well as they!
J18.1; E162|
From every-one of the Four Regions of Human Majesty,
J18.2; E162|
There is an Outside spread Without, & an Outside spread Within
J18.3; E162|
Beyond the Outline of Identity both ways, which meet in One:
J18.4; E162|
An orbed Void of doubt, despair, hunger, & thirst & sorrow.
J18.5; E162|
Here the Twelve Sons of Albion, join'd in dark Assembly,
J18.6; E163|
Jealous of Jerusalems children, asham'd of her little-ones
J18.7; E163|
(For Vala produc'd the Bodies. Jerusalem gave the Souls)
J18.8; E163|
Became as Three Immense Wheels, turning upon one-another
J18.9; E163|
Into Non-Entity, and their thunders hoarse appall the Dead
J18.10; E163|
To murder their own Souls, to build a Kingdom among the Dead
J18.11; E163|
Cast! Cast ye Jerusalem forth! The Shadow of delusions!
J18.12; E163|
The Harlot daughter! Mother of pity and dishonourable forgiveness
J18.13; E163|
Our Father Albions sin and shame! But father now no more!
J18.14; E163|
Nor sons! nor hateful peace & love, nor soft complacencies
J18.15; E163|
With transgressors meeting in brotherhood around the table,
J18.16; E163|
Or in the porch or garden. No more the sinful delights
J18.17; E163|
Of age and youth and boy and girl and animal and herb,
J18.18; E163|
And river and mountain, and city & village, and house & family.
J18.19; E163|
Beneath the Oak & Palm, beneath the Vine and Fig-tree.
J18.20; E163|
In self-denial!--But War and deadly contention, Between
J18.21; E163|
Father and Son, and light and love! All bold asperities
J18.22; E163|
Of Haters met in deadly strife, rending the house & garden
J18.23; E163|
The unforgiving porches, the tables of enmity, and beds
J18.24; E163|
And chambers of trembling & suspition, hatreds of age & youth
J18.25; E163|
And boy & girl, & animal & herb, & river & mountain
J18.26; E163|
And city & village, and house & family. That the Perfect,
J18.27; E163|
May live in glory, redeem'd by Sacrifice of the Lamb
J18.28; E163|
And of his children, before sinful Jerusalem. To build
J18.29; E163|
Babylon the City of Vala, the Goddess Virgin-Mother.
J18.30; E163|
She is our Mother! Nature! Jerusalem is our Harlot-Sister
J18.31; E163|
Return'd with Children of pollution, to defile our House,
J18.32; E163|
With Sin and Shame. Cast! Cast her into the Potters field.
J18.33; E163|
Her little-ones, She must slay upon our Altars: and her aged
J18.34; E163|
Parents must be carried into captivity, to redeem her Soul
J18.35; E163|
To be for a Shame & a Curse, and to be our Slaves for ever
J18.36; E163|
So cry Hand & Hyle the eldest of the fathers of Albions
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Little-ones; to destroy the Divine Saviour; the Friend of Sinners,
J18.38; E163|
Building Castles in desolated places, and strong Fortifications.
J18.39; E163|
Soon Hand mightily devour'd & absorb'd Albions Twelve Sons.
J18.40; E163|
Out from his bosom a mighty Polypus, vegetating in darkness,
J18.41; E163|
And Hyle & Coban were his two chosen ones, for Emissaries
J18.42; E163|
In War: forth from his bosom they went and return'd.
J18.43; E163|
Like Wheels from a great Wheel reflected in the Deep.
J18.44; E163|
Hoarse turn'd the Starry Wheels, rending a way in Albions Loins
J18.45; E163|
Beyond the Night of Beulah. In a dark & unknown Night,
J18.46; E163|
Outstretch'd his Giant beauty on the ground in pain & tears:
J19.1; E163|
His Children exil'd from his breast pass to and fro before him
J19.2; E163|
His birds are silent on his hills, flocks die beneath his branches
J19.3; E164|
His tents are fall'n! his trumpets, and the sweet sound of his harp
J19.4; E164|
Are silent on his clouded hills, that belch forth storms & fire.
J19.5; E164|
His milk of Cows, & honey of Bees, & fruit of golden harvest,
J19.6; E164|
Is gather'd in the scorching heat, & in the driving rain:
J19.7; E164|
Where once he sat he weary walks in misery and pain:
J19.8; E164|
His giant beauty and perfection fallen into dust:
J19.9; E164|
Till from within his witherd breast grown narrow with his woes:
J19.10; E164|
The corn is turn'd to thistles & the apples into poison:
J19.11; E164|
The birds of song to murderous crows, his joys to bitter groans!
J19.12; E164|
The voices of children in his tents, to cries of helpless infants!
J19.13; E164|
And self-exiled from the face of light & shine of morning,
J19.14; E164|
In the dark world a narrow house! he wanders up and down,
J19.15; E164|
Seeking for rest and finding none! and hidden far within,
J19.16; E164|
His Eon weeping in the cold and desolated Earth.
J19.17; E164|
All his Affections now appear withoutside: all his Sons,
J19.18; E164|
Hand, Hyle & Coban, Guantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton,
J19.19; E164|
Scofeld, Kox, Kotope & Bowen; his Twelve Sons: Satanic Mill!
J19.20; E164|
Who are the Spectres of the Twentyfour, each Double-form'd:
J19.21; E164|
Revolve upon his mountains groaning in pain: beneath
J19.22; E164|
The dark incessant sky, seeking for rest and finding none:
J19.23; E164|
Raging against their Human natures, ravning to gormandize
J19.24; E164|
The Human majesty and beauty of the Twentyfour.
J19.25; E164|
Condensing them into solid rocks with cruelty and abhorrence
J19.26; E164|
Suspition & revenge, & the seven diseases of the Soul
J19.27; E164|
Settled around Albion and around Luvah in his secret cloud[.]
J19.28; E164|
Willing the Friends endur'd, for Albions sake, and for
J19.29; E164|
Jerusalem his Emanation shut within his bosom;
J19.30; E164|
Which hardend against them more and more; as he builded onwards
J19.31; E164|
On the Gulph of Death in self-righteousness, that roll'd
J19.32; E164|
Before his awful feet, in pride of virtue for victory:
J19.33; E164|
And Los was roofd in from Eternity in Albions Cliffs
J19.34; E164|
Which stand upon the ends of Beulah, and withoutside, all
J19.35; E164|
Appear'd a rocky form against the Divine Humanity.
J19.36; E164|
Albions Circumference was clos'd: his Center began darkning
J19.37; E164|
Into the Night of Beulah, and the Moon of Beulah rose
J19.38; E164|
Clouded with storms: Los his strong Guard walkd round beneath the Moon
J19.39; E164|
And Albion flee inward among the currents of his rivers.
J19.40; E164|
He found Jerusalem upon the River of his City soft repos'd
J19.41; E164|
In the arms of Vala, assimilating in one with Vala
J19.42; E164|
The Lilly of Havilah: and they sang soft thro' Lambeths vales,
J19.43; E164|
In a sweet moony night & silence that they had created
J19.44; E164|
With a blue sky spread over with wings and a mild moon,
J19.45; E164|
Dividing & uniting into many female forms: Jerusalem
J19.46; E165|
Trembling! then in one comingling in eternal tears,
J19.47; E165|
Sighing to melt his Giant beauty, on the moony river.
J20.1; E165|
But when they saw Albion fall'n upon mild Lambeths vale:
J20.2; E165|
Astonish'd! Terrified! they hover'd over his Giant limbs.
J20.3; E165|
Then thus Jerusalem spoke, while Vala wove the veil of tears:
J20.4; E165|
Weeping in pleadings of Love, in the web of despair.
J20.5; E165|
Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human life
J20.6; E165|
And clos'd up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence:
J20.7; E165|
Where we live, forgetting error, not pondering on evil:
J20.8; E165|
Among my lambs & brooks of water, among my warbling birds:
J20.9; E165|
Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb:
J20.10; E165|
Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection.
J20.11; E165|
Vala replied weeping & trembling, hiding in her veil.
J20.12; E165|
When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls:
J20.13; E165|
Upon the ways of men hiding the paths of man and beast,
J20.14; E165|
Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings & eyes
J20.15; E165|
The distant forest; then the slave groans in the dungeon of stone.
J20.16; E165|
The captive in the mill of the stranger, sold for scanty hire.
J20.17; E165|
They view their former life: they number moments over and over;
J20.18; E165|
Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow.
J20.19; E165|
Thou art my sister and my daughter! thy shame is mine also!
J20.20; E165|
Ask me not of my griefs! thou knowest all my griefs.
J20.21; E165|
Jerusalem answer'd with soft tears over the valleys.
J20.22; E165|
O Vala what is Sin? that thou shudderest and weepest
J20.23; E165|
At sight of thy once lov'd Jerusalem! What is Sin but a little
J20.24; E165|
Error & fault that is soon forgiven; but mercy is not a Sin
J20.25; E165|
Nor pity nor love nor kind forgiveness! O! if I have Sinned
J20.26; E165|
Forgive & pity me! O! unfold thy Veil in mercy & love!
J20.27; E165|
Slay not my little ones, beloved Virgin daughter of Babylon
J20.28; E165|
Slay not my infant loves & graces, beautiful daughter of Moab
J20.29; E165|
I cannot put off the human form I strive but strive in vain
J20.30; E165|
When Albion rent thy beautiful net of gold and silver twine;
J20.31; E165|
Thou hadst woven it with art, thou hadst caught me in the bands
J20.32; E165|
Of love; thou refusedst to let me go: Albion beheld thy beauty
J20.33; E165|
Beautiful thro' our Love's comeliness, beautiful thro' pity.
J20.34; E165|
The Veil shone with thy brightness in the eyes of Albion,
J20.35; E165|
Because it inclosd pity & love; because we lov'd one-another!
J20.36; E165|
Albion lov'd thee! he rent thy Veil! he embrac'd thee! he lov'd thee!
J20.37; E165|
Astonish'd at his beauty & perfection, thou forgavest his furious love:
J20.38; E165|
I redounded from Albions bosom in my virgin loveliness.
J20.39; E165|
The Lamb of God reciev'd me in his arms he smil'd upon us:
J20.40; E166|
He made me his Bride & Wife: he gave thee to Albion.
J20.41; E166|
Then was a time of love: O why is it passed away!
J20.42; E166|
Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'd
J21.1; E166|
O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groans
J21.2; E166|
You O lovely forms, you have prepared my death-cup:
J21.3; E166|
The disease of Shame covers me from head to feet: I have no hope
J21.4; E166|
Every boil upon my body is a separate & deadly Sin.
J21.5; E166|
Doubt first assaild me, then Shame took possession of me
J21.6; E166|
Shame divides Families. Shame hath divided Albion in sunder!
J21.7; E166|
First fled my Sons, & then my Daughters, then my Wild Animations
J21.8; E166|
My Cattle next, last ev'n the Dog of my Gate. the Forests fled
J21.9; E166|
The Corn-fields, & the breathing Gardens outside separated
J21.10; E166|
The Sea; the Stars: the Sun: the Moon: drivn forth by my disease
J21.11; E166|
All is Eternal Death unless you can weave a chaste
J21.12; E166|
Body over an unchaste Mind! Vala! O that thou wert pure!
J21.13; E166|
That the deep wound of Sin might be clos'd up with the Needle,
J21.14; E166|
And with the Loom: to cover Gwendolen & Ragan with costly Robes
J21.15; E166|
Of Natural Virtue, for their Spiritual forms without a Veil
J21.16; E166|
Wither in Luvahs Sepulcher. I thrust him from my presence
J21.17; E166|
And all my Children followd his loud howlings into the Deep.
J21.18; E166|
Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem! I look into thy bosom:
J21.19; E166|
I discover thy secret places: Cordella! I behold
J21.20; E166|
Thee whom I thought pure as the heavens in innocence & fear:
J21.21; E166|
Thy Tabernacle taken down, thy secret Cherubim disclosed
J21.22; E166|
Art thou broken? Ah me Sabrina, running by my side:
J21.23; E166|
In childhood what wert thou? unutterable anguish! Conwenna
J21.24; E166|
Thy cradled infancy is most piteous. O hide, O hide!
J21.25; E166|
Their secret gardens were made paths to the traveller:
J21.26; E166|
I knew not of their secret loves with those I hated most,
J21.27; E166|
Nor that their every thought was Sin & secret appetite
J21.28; E166|
Hyle sees in fear, he howls in fury over them, Hand sees
J21.29; E166|
In jealous fear: in stern accusation with cruel stripes
J21.30; E166|
He drives them thro' the Streets of Babylon before my face:
J21.31; E166|
Because they taught Luvah to rise into my clouded heavens
J21.32; E166|
Battersea and Chelsea mourn for Cambel & Gwendolen!
J21.33; E166|
Hackney and Holloway sicken for Estrild & Ignoge!
J21.34; E166|
Because the Peak, Malvern & Cheviot Reason in Cruelty
J21.35; E166|
Penmaenmawr & Dhinas-bran Demonstrate in Unbelief
J21.36; E166|
Manchester & Liverpool are in tortures of Doubt & Despair
J21.37; E166|
Malden & Colchester Demonstrate: I hear my Childrens voices
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J21.38; E166|
I see their piteous faces gleam out upon the cruel winds
J21.39; E166|
From Lincoln & Norwich, from Edinburgh & Monmouth:
J21.40; E166|
I see them distant from my bosom scoured along the roads
J21.41; E166|
Then lost in clouds; I hear their tender voices! clouds divide
J21.42; E167|
I see them die beneth the whips of the Captains! they are taken
J21.43; E167|
In solemn pomp into Chaldea across the bredths of Europe
J21.44; E167|
Six months they lie embalmd in Silent death: warshipped t269
J21.45; E167|
Carried in Arks of Oak before the armies in the spring
J21.46; E167|
Bursting their Arks they rise again to life: they play before
J21.47; E167|
The Armies: I hear their loud cymbals & their deadly cries
J21.48; E167|
Are the Dead cruel? are those who are infolded in moral Law
J21.49; E167|
Revengeful? O that Death & Annihilation were the same!
J21.50; E167|
Then Vala answerd spreading her scarlet Veil over Albion
J22.1; E167|
Albion thy fear has made me tremble; thy terrors have surrounded me
J22.2; E167|
Thy Sons have naild me on the Gates piercing my hands & feet:
J22.3; E167|
Till Skofields Nimrod the mighty Huntsman Jehovah came,
J22.4; E167|
With Cush his Son & took me down. He in a golden Ark,
J22.5; E167|
Bears me before his Armies tho my shadow hovers here
J22.6; E167|
The flesh of multitudes fed & nouris[h]d me in my childhood
J22.7; E167|
My morn & evening food were prepard in Battles of Men
J22.8; E167|
Great is the cry of the Hounds of Nimrod along the Valley
J22.9; E167|
Of Vision, they scent the odor of War in the Valley of Vision.
J22.10; E167|
All Love is lost! terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love
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J22.11; E167|
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty
J22.12; E167|
Once thou wast to me the loveliest Son of heaven; but now
J22.13; E167|
Where shall I hide from thy dread countenance & searching eyes
J22.14; E167|
I have looked into the secret Soul of him I loved
J22.15; E167|
And in the dark recesses found Sin & can never return.
J22.16; E167|
Albion again utterd his voice beneath the silent Moon
J22.17; E167|
I brought Love into light of day to pride in chaste beauty
J22.18; E167|
I brought Love into light & fancied Innocence is no more
J22.19; E167|
Then spoke Jerusalem O Albion! my Father Albion
J22.20; E167|
Why wilt thou number every little fibre of my Soul
J22.21; E167|
Spreading them out before the Sun like stalks of flax to dry?
J22.22; E167|
The Infant Joy is beautiful, but its anatomy
J22.23; E167|
Horrible hast & deadly! nought shalt thou find in it
J22.24; E167|
But dark despair & everlasting brooding melancholy!
J22.25; E167|
Then Albion turnd his face toward Jerusalem & spoke
J22.26; E167|
Hide thou Jerusalem in impalpable voidness, not to be
J22.27; E167|
Touchd by the hand nor seen with the eye: O Jerusalem
J22.28; E167|
Would thou wert not & that thy place might never be found
J22.29; E167|
But come O Vala with knife & cup: drain my blood
J22.30; E167|
To the last drop! then hide me in thy Scarlet Tabernacle
ED; E167|
21:44 warshipped] perhaps a scribal error for "worshipped"; but see textual
ED; E167|
note.
J22.31; E168|
For I see Luvah whom I slew. I behold him in my Spectre
J22.32; E168|
As I behold Jerusalem in thee O Vala dark and cold
J22.33; E168|
Jerusalem then stretchd her hand toward the Moon & spoke
J22.34; E168|
Why should Punishment Weave the Veil with Iron Wheels of War
J22.35; E168|
When Forgiveness might it Weave with Wings of Cherubim
J22.36; E168|
Loud groand Albion from mountain to mountain & replied
J23.1; E168|
Jerusalem! Jerusalem! deluding shadow of Albion!
J23.2; E168|
Daughter of my phantasy! unlawful pleasure! Albions curse!
J23.3; E168|
I came here with intention to annihilate thee! But
J23.4; E168|
My soul is melted away, inwoven within the Veil
J23.5; E168|
Hast thou again knitted the Veil of Vala, which I for thee
J23.6; E168|
Pitying rent in ancient times. I see it whole and more
J23.7; E168|
Perfect, and shining with beauty! But thou! O wretched Father!
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J23.8; E168|
Jerusalem reply'd, like a voice heard from a sepulcher:
J23.9; E168|
Father! once piteous! Is Pity. a Sin? Embalm'd in Vala's bosom
J23.10; E168|
In an Eternal Death for. Albions sake, our best beloved.
J23.11; E168|
Thou art my Father & my Brother: Why hast thou hidden me,
J23.12; E168|
Remote from the divine Vision: my Lord and Saviour.
J23.13; E168|
Trembling stood Albion at her words in jealous dark despair:
J23.14; E168|
He felt that Love and Pity are the same; a soft repose!
J23.15; E168|
Inward complacency of Soul: a Self-annihilation!
J23.16; E168|
I have erred! I am ashamed! and will never return more:
J23.17; E168|
I have taught my children sacrifices of cruelty: what shall I answer?
J23.18; E168|
I will hide it from Eternals! I will give myself for my Children!
J23.19; E168|
Which way soever I turn, I behold Humanity and Pity!
J23.20; E168|
He recoil'd: he rush'd outwards; he bore the Veil whole away
J23.21; E168|
His fires redound from his Dragon Altars in Errors returning.
J23.22; E168|
He drew the Veil of Moral Virtue, woven for Cruel Laws,
J23.23; E168|
And cast it into the Atlantic Deep, to catch the Souls of the Dead.
J23.24; E168|
He stood between the Palm tree & the Oak of weeping
J23.25; E168|
Which stand upon the edge of Beulah; and there Albion sunk
J23.26; E168|
Down in sick pallid languor! These were his last words, relapsing!
J23.27; E168|
Hoarse from his rocks, from caverns of Derbyshire & Wales
J23.28; E168|
And Scotland, utter'd from the Circumference into Eternity.
J23.29; E168|
Blasphemous Sons of Feminine delusion! God in the dreary Void
J23.30; E168|
Dwells from Eternity, wide separated from the Human Soul
J23.31; E168|
But thou deluding Image by whom imbu'd the Veil I rent
J23.32; E168|
Lo here is Valas Veil whole, for a Law, a Terror & a Curse!
J23.33; E168|
And therefore God takes vengeance on me: from my clay-cold bosom
J23.34; E168|
My children wander trembling victims of his Moral Justice.
J23.35; E169|
His snows fall on me and cover me, while in the Veil I fold
J23.36; E169|
My dying limbs. Therefore O Manhood, if thou art aught
J23.37; E169|
But a meer Phantasy, hear dying Albions Curse!
J23.38; E169|
May God who dwells in this dark Ulro & voidness, vengeance take,
J23.39; E169|
And draw thee down into this Abyss of sorrow and torture,
J23.40; E169|
Like me thy Victim. O that Death & Annihilation were the same!
J24.1; E169|
What have I said? What have I done? O all-powerful Human Words!
J24.2; E169|
You recoil back upon me in the blood of the Lamb slain in his Children.
J24.3; E169|
Two bleeding Contraries equally true, are his Witnesses against me
J24.4; E169|
We reared mighty Stones: we danced naked around them:
J24.5; E169|
Thinking to bring Love into light of day, to Jerusalems shame:
J24.6; E169|
Displaying our Giant limbs to all the winds of heaven! Sudden
J24.7; E169|
Shame siezd us, we could not look on one-another for abhorrence: the Blue
J24.8; E169|
Of our immortal Veins & all their Hosts fled from our Limbs,
J24.9; E169|
And wanderd distant in a dismal Night clouded & dark:
J24.10; E169|
The Sun fled from the Britons forehead: the Moon from his mighty loins:
J24.11; E169|
Scandinavia fled with all his mountains filld with groans.
J24.12; E169|
O what is Life & what is Man. O what is Death? Wherefore
J24.13; E169|
Are you my Children, natives in the Grave to where I go
J24.14; E169|
Or are you born to feed the hungry ravenings of Destruction
J24.15; E169|
To be the sport of Accident! to waste in Wrath & Love, a weary
J24.16; E169|
Life, in brooding cares & anxious labours, that prove but chaff.
J24.17; E169|
O Jerusalem Jerusalem I have forsaken thy Courts
J24.18; E169|
Thy Pillars of ivory & gold: thy Curtains of silk & fine
J24.19; E169|
Linen: thy Pavements of precious stones: thy Walls of pearl
J24.20; E169|
And gold, thy Gates of Thanksgiving thy Windows of Praise:
J24.21; E169|
Thy Clouds of Blessing; thy Cherubims of Tender-mercy
J24.22; E169|
Stretching their Wings sublime over the Little-ones of Albion
J24.23; E169|
O Human Imagination O Divine Body I have Crucified
J24.24; E169|
I have turned my back upon thee into the Wastes of Moral Law:
J24.25; E169|
There Babylon is builded in the Waste, founded in Human desolation.
J24.26; E169|
O Babylon thy Watchman stands over thee in the night
J24.27; E169|
Thy severe Judge all the day long proves thee O Babylon
J24.28; E169|
With provings of destruction, with giving thee thy hearts desire.
J24.29; E169|
But Albion is cast forth to the Potter his Children to the Builders
J24.30; E169|
To build Babylon because they have forsaken Jerusalem
J24.31; E169|
The Walls of Babylon are Souls of Men: her Gates the Groans
J24.32; E169|
Of Nations: her Towers are the Miseries of once happy Families.
J24.33; E169|
Her Streets are paved with Destruction, her Houses built with Death
J24.34; E169|
Her Palaces with Hell & the Grave; her Synagogues with Torments
J24.35; E169|
Of ever-hardening Despair squard & polishd with cruel skill
J24.36; E170|
Yet thou wast lovely as the summer cloud upon my hills
J24.37; E170|
When Jerusalem was thy hearts desire in times of youth & love.
J24.38; E170|
Thy Sons came to Jerusalem with gifts, she sent them away
J24.39; E170|
With blessings on their hands & on their feet, blessings of gold,
J24.40; E170|
And pearl & diamond: thy Daughters sang in her Courts:
J24.41; E170|
They came up to Jerusalem; they walked before Albion
J24.42; E170|
In the Exchanges of London every Nation walkd
J24.43; E170|
And London walkd in every Nation mutual in love & harmony
J24.44; E170|
Albion coverd the whole Earth, England encompassd the Nations,
J24.45; E170|
Mutual each within others bosom in Visions of Regeneration;
J24.46; E170|
Jerusalem coverd the Atlantic Mountains & the Erythrean,
J24.47; E170|
From bright Japan & China to Hesperia France & England.
J24.48; E170|
Mount Zion lifted his head in every Nation under heaven:
J24.49; E170|
And the Mount of Olives was beheld over the whole Earth:
J24.50; E170|
The footsteps of the Lamb of God were there: but now no more
J24.51; E170|
No more shall I behold him, he is closd in Luvahs Sepulcher.
J24.52; E170|
Yet why these smitings of Luvah, the gentlest mildest Zoa?
J24.53; E170|
If God was Merciful this could not be: O Lamb of God
J24.54; E170|
Thou art a delusion and Jerusalem is my Sin! O my Children
J24.55; E170|
I have educated you in the crucifying cruelties of Demonstration
J24.56; E170|
Till you have assum'd the Providence of God & slain your Father
J24.57; E170|
Dost thou appear before me who liest dead in Luvahs Sepulcher
J24.58; E170|
Dost thou forgive me! thou who wast Dead & art Alive? t272
J24.59; E170|
Look not so Merciful upon me O thou Slain Lamb of God
J24.60; E170|
I die! I die in thy arms tho Hope is banishd from me. t273
J24.61; E170|
Thundring the Veil rushes from his hand Vegetating Knot by
J24.62; E170|
Knot, Day by Day, Night by Night; loud roll the indignant Atlantic
J24.63; E170|
Waves & the Erythrean, turning up the bottoms of the Deeps
J25.1; E170|
And there was heard a great lamenting in Beulah: all the Regions
J25.2; E170|
Of Beulah were moved as the tender bowels are moved: & they said:
J25.3; E170|
Why did you take Vengeance O ye Sons of the mighty Albion?
J25.4; E170|
Planting these Oaken Groves: Erecting these Dragon Temples
J25.5; E170|
Injury the Lord heals but Vengeance cannot be healed:
J25.6; E170|
As the Sons of Albion have done to Luvah: so they have in him
J25.7; E170|
Done to the Divine Lord & Saviour, who suffers with those that suffer:
J25.8; E170|
For not one sparrow can suffer, & the whole Universe not suffer also,
J25.9; E170|
In all its Regions, & its Father & Saviour not pity and weep.
J25.10; E170|
But Vengeance is the destroyer of Grace & Repentance in the bosom
J25.11; E170|
Of the Injurer: in which the Divine Lamb is cruelly slain:
J25.12; E170|
Descend O Lamb of God & take away the imputation of Sin
J25.13; E170|
By the Creation of States & the deliverance of Individuals Evermore
Amen
J25.14; E171|
Thus wept they in Beulah over the Four Regions of Albion
J25.15; E171|
But many doubted & despaird & imputed Sin & Righteousness
J25.16; E171|
To Individuals & not to States, and these Slept in Ulro.
J26; E171|
SUCH VISIONS HAVE APPEARD TO ME
J26; E171|
AS I MY ORDERD RACE HAVE RUN
J26; E171|
JERUSALEM IS NAMED LIBERTY
J26; E171|
AMONG THE SONS OF ALBION
J27; E171|
To the Jews.
J27prose; E171|
Jerusalem the Emanation of the Giant Albion! Can it be? Is it a
J27prose; E171|
Truth that the Learned have explored? Was Britain the Primitive
J27prose; E171|
Seat of the Patriarchal Religion? If it is true: my title-page is
J27prose; E171|
also True, that Jerusalem was & is the Emanation of the Giant
J27prose; E171|
Albion. It is True, and cannot be controverted. Ye are united O
J27prose; E171|
ye Inhabitants of Earth in One Religion. The Religion of Jesus:
J27prose; E171|
the most Ancient, the Eternal: & the Everlasting Gospel--The
J27prose; E171|
Wicked will turn it to Wickedness,
J27prose; E171|
the Righteous to Righteousness. Amen! Huzza! Selah!
J27prose; E171|
"All things Begin & End in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore."
J27prose; E171|
Your Ancestors derived their origin from Abraham, Heber, Shem,
J27prose; E171|
and Noah, who were Druids: as the Druid Temples (which are the
J27prose; E171|
Patriarchal Pillars & Oak Groves) over the whole Earth witness to
J27prose; E171|
this day.
J27prose; E171|
You have a tradition, that Man anciently containd in his mighty
J27prose; E171|
limbs all things in Heaven & Earth: this you recieved from the
J27prose; E171|
Druids.
J27prose; E171|
"But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of
J27prose; E171|
Albion"
J27prose; E171|
Albion was the Parent of the Druids; & in his Chaotic State of
J27prose; E171|
Sleep Satan & Adam & the whole World was Created by the Elohim.
J27.1; E171|
The fields from Islington to Marybone,
J27.2; E171|
To Primrose Hill and Saint Johns Wood:
J27.3; E171|
Were builded over with pillars of gold,
J27.4; E171|
And there Jerusalems pillars stood.
J27.5; E171|
Her Little-ones ran on the fields
J27.6; E171|
The Lamb of God among them seen
J27.7; E171|
And fair Jerusalem his Bride:
J27.8; E171|
Among the little meadows green.
J27.9; E172|
Pancrass & Kentish-town repose
J27.10; E172|
Among her golden pillars high:
J27.11; E172|
Among her golden arches which
J27.12; E172|
Shine upon the starry sky.
J27.13; E172|
The Jews-harp-house & the Green Man;
J27.14; E172|
The Ponds where Boys to bathe delight:
J27.15; E172|
The fields of Cows by Willans farm: t275
J27.16; E172|
Shine in Jerusalems pleasant sight.
J27.17; E172|
She walks upon our meadows green:
J27.18; E172|
The Lamb of God walks by her side:
J27.19; E172|
And every English Child is seen,
J27.20; E172|
Children of Jesus & his Bride,
J27.21; E172|
Forgiving trespasses and sins
J27.22; E172|
Lest Babylon with cruel Og,
J27.23; E172|
With Moral & Self-righteous Law
J27.24; E172|
Should Crucify in Satans Synagogue!
J27.25; E172|
What are those golden Builders doing
J27.26; E172|
Near mournful ever-weeping Paddington
J27.27; E172|
Standing above that mighty Ruin
J27.28; E172|
Where Satan the first victory won.
J27.29; E172|
Where Albion slept beneath the Fatal Tree
J27.30; E172|
And the Druids golden Knife,
J27.31; E172|
Rioted in human gore,
J27.32; E172|
In Offerings of Human Life
J27.33; E172|
They groan'd aloud on London Stone
J27.34; E172|
They groand aloud on Tyburns Brook
J27.35; E172|
Albion gave his deadly groan,
J27.36; E172|
And all the Atlantic Mountains shook
J27.37; E172|
Albions Spectre from his Loins
J27.38; E172|
Tore forth in all the pomp of War!
J27.39; E172|
Satan his name: in flames of fire
J27.40; E172|
He stretch'd his Druid Pillars far.
J27.41; E172|
Jerusalem fell from Lambeth's Vale,
J27.42; E172|
Down thro Poplar & Old Bow;
J27.43; E172|
Thro Malden & acros the Sea,
J27.44; E172|
In War & howling death & woe.
J27.45; E172|
The Rhine was red with human blood:
J27.46; E172|
The Danube rolld a purple tide:
J27.47; E172|
On the Euphrates Satan stood:
J27.48; E172|
And over Asia stretch'd his pride.
J27.49; E173|
He witherd up sweet Zions Hill,
J27.50; E173|
From every Nation of the Earth:
J27.51; E173|
He witherd up Jerusalems Gates,
J27.52; E173|
And in a dark Land gave her birth.
J27.53; E173|
He witherd up the Human Form,
J27.54; E173|
By laws of sacrifice for sin:
J27.55; E173|
Till it became a Mortal Worm:
J27.56; E173|
But O! translucent all within.
J27.57; E173|
The Divine Vision still was seen
J27.58; E173|
Still was the Human Form, Divine
J27.59; E173|
Weeping in weak & mortal clay
J27.60; E173|
O Jesus still the Form was thine.
J27.61; E173|
And thine the Human Face & thine
J27.62; E173|
The Human Hands & Feet & Breath
J27.63; E173|
Entering thro' the Gates of Birth
J27.64; E173|
And passing thro' the Gates of Death
J27.65; E173|
And O thou Lamb of God, whom I
J27.66; E173|
Slew in my dark self-righteous pride:
J27.67; E173|
Art thou return'd to Albions Land!
J27.68; E173|
And is Jerusalem thy Bride?
J27.69; E173|
Come to my arms & never more
J27.70; E173|
Depart; but dwell for ever here:
J27.71; E173|
Create my Spirit to thy Love:
J27.72; E173|
Subdue my Spectre to thy Fear,
J27.73; E173|
Spectre of Albion! warlike Fiend!
J27.74; E173|
In clouds of blood & ruin roll'd:
J27.75; E173|
I here reclaim thee as my own
J27.76; E173|
My Selfhood! Satan! armd in gold.
J27.77; E173|
Is this thy soft Family-Love
J27.78; E173|
Thy cruel Patriarchal pride
J27.79; E173|
Planting thy Family alone
J27.80; E173|
Destroying all the World beside.
J27.81; E173|
A mans worst enemies are those
J27.82; E173|
Of his own house & family;
J27.83; E173|
And he who makes his law a curse,
J27.84; E173|
By his own law shall surely die.
J27.85; E173|
In my Exchanges every Land
J27.86; E173|
Shall walk, & mine in every Land,
J27.87; E173|
Mutual shall build Jerusalem:
J27.88; E173|
Both heart in heart & hand in hand.
J27prose; E174|
If Humility is Christianity; you O Jews are the true
J27prose; E174|
Christians; If your tradition that Man contained in his Limbs,
J27prose; E174|
all Animals, is True & they were separated from him by cruel
J27prose; E174|
Sacrifices: and when compulsory cruel Sacrifices had brought
J27prose; E174|
Humanity into a Feminine Tabernacle, in the loins of Abraham &
J27prose; E174|
David: the Lamb of God, the Saviour became apparent on Earth as
J27prose; E174|
the Prophets had foretold? The Return of Israel is a Return to
J27prose; E174|
Mental Sacrifice & War. Take up the Cross O Israel & follow Jesus.
J28; E174|
Jerusalem.
J28; E174|
Chap: 2.
J28.1; E174|
Every ornament of perfection, and every labour of love,
J28.2; E174|
In all the Garden of Eden, & in all the golden mountains
J28.3; E174|
Was become an envied horror, and a remembrance of jealousy:
J28.4; E174|
And every Act a Crime, and Albion the punisher & judge.
J28.5; E174|
And Albion spoke from his secret seat and said
J28.6; E174|
All these ornaments are crimes, they are made by the labours
J28.7; E174|
Of loves: of unnatural consanguinities and friendships
J28.8; E174|
Horrid to think of when enquired deeply into; and all
J28.9; E174|
These hills & valleys are accursed witnesses of Sin
J28.10; E174|
I therefore condense them into solid rocks, stedfast!
J28.11; E174|
A foundation and certainty and demonstrative truth:
J28.12; E174|
That Man be separate from Man, & here I plant my seat.
J28.13; E174|
Cold snows drifted around him: ice coverd his loins around
J28.14; E174|
He sat by Tyburns brook, and underneath his heel, shot up!
J28.15; E174|
A deadly Tree, he nam'd it Moral Virtue, and the Law
J28.16; E174|
Of God who dwells in Chaos hidden from the human sight.
J28.17; E174|
The Tree spread over him its cold shadows, (Albion groand)
J28.18; E174|
They bent don, they felt the earth and again enrooting
J28.19; E174|
Shot into many a Tree! an endless labyrinth of woe!
J28.20; E174|
From willing sacrifice of Self, to sacrifice of (miscall'd) Enemies
J28.21; E174|
For Atonement: Albion began to erect twelve Altars,
J28.22; E174|
Of rough unhewn rocks, before the Potters Furnace
J28.23; E174|
He nam'd them Justice, and Truth. And Albions Sons
J28.24; E174|
Must have become the first Victims, being the first transgressors
J28.25; E174|
But they fled to the mountains to seek ransom: building A Strong
J28.26; E174|
Fortification against the Divine Humanity and Mercy,
J28.27; E174|
In Shame & Jealousy to annihilate Jerusalem!
J29.1; E175|
Turning his back to the Divine Vision, his Spectrous
J29.2; E175|
Chaos before his face appeard: an Unformed Memory.
J29.3; E175|
Then spoke the Spectrous Chaos to Albion darkning cold
J29.4; E175|
From the back & loins where dwell the Spectrous Dead
J29.5; E175|
I am your Rational Power O Albion & that Human Form
J29.6; E175|
You call Divine, is but a Worm seventy inches long
J29.7; E175|
That creeps forth in a night & is dried in the morning sun
J29.8; E175|
In fortuitous concourse of memorys accumulated & lost
J29.9; E175|
It plows the Earth in its own conceit, it overwhelms the Hills
J29.10; E175|
Beneath its winding labyrinths, till a stone of the brook
J29.11; E175|
Stops it in midst of its pride among its hills & rivers[.]
J29.12; E175|
Battersea & Chelsea mourn, London & Canterbury tremble
J29.13; E175|
Their place shall not be found as the wind passes over[.]
J29.14; E175|
The ancient Cities of the Earth remove as a traveller
J29.15; E175|
And shall Albions Cities remain when I pass over them
J29.16; E175|
With my deluge of forgotten remembrances over the tablet
J29.17; E175|
So spoke the Spectre to Albion. he is the Great Selfhood
J29.18; E175|
Satan: Worshipd as God by the Mighty Ones of the Earth
J29.19; E175|
Having a white Dot calld a Center from which branches out
J29.20; E175|
A Circle in continual gyrations. this became a Heart
J29.21; E175|
From which sprang numerous branches varying their motions
J29.22; E175|
Producing many Heads three or seven or ten, & hands & feet
J29.23; E175|
Innumerable at will of the unfortunate contemplator
J29.24; E175|
Who becomes his food[:] such is the way of the Devouring Power
J29.25; E175|
And this is the cause of the appearance in the frowning Chaos[.]
J29.26; E175|
Albions Emanation which he had hidden in Jealousy
J29.27; E175|
Appeard now in the frowning Chaos prolific upon the Chaos
J29.28; E175|
Reflecting back to Albion in Sexual Reasoning Hermaphroditic
J29.29; E175|
Albion spoke. Who art thou that appearest in gloomy pomp
J29.30; E175|
Involving the Divine Vision in colours of autumn ripeness
J29.31; E175|
I never saw thee till this time, nor beheld life abstracted
J29.32; E175|
Nor darkness immingled with light on my furrowd field
J29.33; E175|
Whence camest thou! who art thou O loveliest? the Divine Vision
J29.34; E175|
Is as nothing before thee, faded is all life and joy
J29.35; E175|
Vala replied in clouds of tears Albions garment embracing
J29.36; E175|
I was a City & a Temple built by Albions Children.
J29.37; E175|
I was a Garden planted with beauty I allured on hill & valley
J29.38; E175|
The River of Life to flow against my walls & among my trees
J29.39; E175|
Vala was Albions Bride & Wife in great Eternity
J29.40; E175|
The loveliest of the daughters of Eternity when in day-break
J29.41; E176|
I emanated from Luvah over the Towers of Jerusalem
J29.42; E176|
And in her Courts among her little Children offering up
J29.43; E176|
The Sacrifice of fanatic love! why loved I Jerusalem!
J29.44; E176|
Why was I one with her embracing in the Vision of Jesus
J29.45; E176|
Wherefore did I loving create love, which never yet
J29.46; E176|
Immingled God & Man, when thou & I, hid the Divine Vision
J29.47; E176|
In cloud of secret gloom which behold involve me round about
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J29.48; E176|
Know me now Albion: look upon me I alone am Beauty
J29.49; E176|
The Imaginative Human Form is but a breathing of Vala
J29.50; E176|
I breathe him forth into the Heaven from my secret Cave
J29.51; E176|
Born of the Woman to obey the Woman O Albion the mighty
J29.52; E176|
For the Divine appearance is Brotherhood, but I am Love
J301; E176|
Elevate into the Region of Brotherhood with my red fires
J30.2; E176|
Art thou Vala? replied Albion, image of my repose
J30.3; E176|
O how I tremble! how my members pour down milky fear!
J30.4; E176|
A dewy garment covers me all over, all manhood is gone!
J30.5; E176|
At thy word & at thy look death enrobes me about
J30.6; E176|
From head to feet, a garment of death & eternal fear
J30.7; E176|
Is not that Sun thy husband & that Moon thy glimmering Veil?
J30.8; E176|
Are not the Stars of heaven thy Children! art thou not Babylon?
J30.9; E176|
Art thou Nature Mother of all! is Jerusalem thy Daughter
J30.10; E176|
Why have thou elevate inward: O dweller of outward chambers
J30.11; E176|
From grot & cave beneath the Moon dim region of death
J30.12; E176|
Where I laid my Plow in the hot noon, where my hot team fed
J30.13; E176|
Where implements of War are forged, the Plow to go over the Nations
J30.14; E176|
In pain girding me round like a rib of iron in heaven! O Vala
J30.15; E176|
In Eternity they neither marry nor are given in marriage
J30.16; E176|
Albion the high Cliff of the Atlantic is become a barren Land
J30.17; E176|
Los stood at his Anvil: he heard the contentions of Vala--
J30.18; E176|
He heavd his thundring Bellows upon the valleys of Middlesex
J30.19; E176|
He opend his Furnaces before Vala, then Albion frownd in anger
J30.20; E176|
On his Rock: ere yet the Starry Heavens were fled away
J30.21; E176|
From his awful Members, and thus Los cried aloud
J30.22; E176|
To the Sons of Albion & to Hand the eldest Son of Albion
J30.23; E176|
I hear the screech of Childbirth loud pealing, & the groans
J30.24; E176|
Of Death, in Albions clouds dreadful utterd over all the Earth
J30.25; E176|
What may Man be? who can tell! but what may Woman be?
J30.26; E176|
To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave.
J30.27; E176|
There is a Throne in every Man, it is the Throne of God
J30.28; E176|
This Woman has claimd as her own & Man is no more!
J30.29; E176|
Albion is the Tabernacle of Vala & her Temple
J30.30; E176|
And not the Tabernacle & Temple of the Most High
J30.31; E176|
O Albion why wilt thou Create a Female Will?
J30.32; E177|
To hide the most evident God in a hidden covert, even
J30.33; E177|
In the shadows of a Woman & a secluded Holy Place
J30.34; E177|
That we may pry after him as after a stolen treasure
J30.35; E177|
Hidden among the Dead & mured up from the paths of life
J30.36; E177|
Hand! art thou not Reuben enrooting thyself into Bashan
J30.37; E177|
Till thou remainest a vaporous Shadow in a Void! O Merlin!
J30.38; E177|
Unknown among the Dead where never before Existence came
J30.39; E177|
Is this the Female Will O ye lovely Daughters of Albion. To
J30.40; E177|
Converse concerning Weight & Distance in the Wilds of Newton &
Locke
J30.41; E177|
So Los spoke standing on Mam-Tor looking over Europe & Asia
J30.42; E177|
The Graves thunder beneath his feet from Ireland to Japan
J30.43; E177|
Reuben slept in Bashan like one dead in the valley
J30.44; E177|
Cut off from Albions mountains & from all the Earths summits
J30.45; E177|
Between Succoth & Zaretan beside the Stone of Bohan
J30.46; E177|
While the Daughters of Albion divided Luvah into three Bodies
J30.47; E177|
Los bended his Nostrils down to the Earth, then sent him over
J30.48; E177|
Jordan to the Land of the Hittite: every-one that saw him
J30.49; E177|
Fled! they fled at his horrible Form: they hid in caves
J30.50; E177|
And dens, they looked on one-another & became what they beheld
J30.51; E177|
Reuben return'd to Bashan, in despair he slept on the Stone.
J30.52; E177|
Then Gwendolen divided into Rahab & Tirza in Twelve Portions[.]
J30.53; E177|
Los rolled, his Eyes into two narrow circles, then sent him
J30.54; E177|
Over Jordan; all terrified fled: they became what they beheld.
J30.55; E177|
If Perceptive Organs vary: Objects of Perception seem to vary:
J30.56; E177|
If the Perceptive Organs close: their Objects seem to close also:
J30.57; E177|
Consider this O mortal Man! O worm of sixty winters said Los
J30.58; E177|
Consider Sexual Organization & hide thee in the dust.
J31.1; E177|
Then the Divine hand found the Two Limits, Satan and Adam,
J31.2; E177|
In Albions bosom: for in every Human bosom those Limits stand.
J31.3; E177|
And the Divine voice came from the Furnaces, as multitudes without
J31.4; E177|
Number! the voices of the innumerable multitudes of Eternity.
J31.5; E177|
And the appearance of a Man was seen in the Furnaces;
J31.6; E177|
Saving those who have sinned from the punishment of the Law,
J31.7; E177|
(In pity of the punisher whose state is eternal death,)
J31.8; E177|
And keeping them from Sin by the mild counsels of his love.
J31.9; E177|
Albion goes to Eternal Death: In Me all Eternity.
J31.10; E177|
Must pass thro' condemnation, and awake beyond the Grave!
J31.11; E177|
No individual can keep these Laws, for they are death
J31.12; E177|
To every energy of man, and forbid the springs of life;
J31.13; E177|
Albion hath enterd the State Satan! Be permanent O State!
J31.14; E177|
And be thou for ever accursed! that Albion may arise again:
J31.15; E178|
And be thou created into a State! I go forth to Create
J31.16; E178|
States: to deliver Individuals evermore! Amen.
J31.17; E178|
So spoke the voice from the Furnaces, descending into Non-Entity
J31.18; E178|
[To Govern the Evil by Good: and States abolish Systems.]
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Reuben return'd to his place, in vain he sought beautiful Tirzah
J32.2; E178|
For his Eyelids were narrowd, & his Nostrils scented the ground
J32.3; E178|
And Sixty Winters Los raged in the Divisions of Reuben:
J32.4; E178|
Building the Moon of Ulro, plank by plank & rib by rib
J32.5; E178|
Reuben slept in the Cave of Adam, and Los folded his Tongue
J32.6; E178|
Between Lips of mire & clay, then sent him forth over Jordan
J32.7; E178|
In the love of Tirzah he said Doubt is my food day & night--
J32.8; E178|
All that beheld him fled howling and gnawed their tongues
J32.9; E178|
For pain: they became what they beheld[.] In reasonings Reuben returned
J32.10; E178|
To Heshbon. disconsolate he walkd thro Moab & he stood
J32.11; E178|
Before the Furnaces of Los in a horrible dreamful slumber,
J32.12; E178|
On Mount Gilead looking toward Gilgal: and Los bended
J32.13; E178|
His Ear in a spiral circle outward; then sent him over Jordan.
J32.14; E178|
The Seven Nations fled before him they became what they beheld
J32.15; E178|
Hand, Hyle & Coban fled: they became what they beheld
J32.16; E178|
Gwantock & Peachy hid in Damascus beneath Mount Lebanon
J32.17; E178|
Brereton & Slade in Egypt. Hutton & Skofeld & Kox
J32.18; E178|
Fled over Chaldea in terror in pains in every nerve
J32.19; E178|
Kotope & Bowen became what they beheld, fleeing over the Earth
J32.20; E178|
And the Twelve Female Emanations fled with them agonizing.
J32.21; E178|
Jerusalem trembled seeing her Children drivn by Los's Hammer
J32.22; E178|
In the visions of the dreams of Beulah on the edge of Non-Entity
J32.23; E178|
Hand stood between Reuben & Merlin, as the Reasoning Spectre
J32.24; E178|
Stands between the Vegetative Man & his Immortal Imagination
J32.25; E178|
And the Four Zoa's clouded rage East & West & North & South
J32.26; E178|
They change their situations, in the Universal Man.
J32.27; E178|
Albion groans, he sees the Elements divide before his face.
J32.28; E178|
And England who is Brittannia divided into Jerusalem & Vala
J32.29; E178|
And Urizen assumes the East, Luvah assumes the South
J32.30; E178|
In his dark Spectre ravening from his open Sepulcher
J32.31; E178|
And the Four Zoa's who are the Four Eternal Senses of Man
J32.32; E178|
Became Four Elements separating from the Limbs of Albion
J32.33; E178|
These are their names in the Vegetative Generation
J32.34; E178|
[West Weighing East & North dividing Generation South bounding]
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J32.35; E178|
And Accident & Chance were found hidden in Length Bredth & Highth
J32.36; E178|
And they divided into Four ravening deathlike Forms
J32.37; E178|
Fairies & Genii & Nymphs & Gnomes of the Elements.
J32.38; E178|
These are States Permanently Fixed by the Divine Power
J32.39; E179|
The Atlantic Continent sunk round Albions cliffy shore
J32.40; E179|
And the Sea poured in amain upon the Giants of Albion
J32.41; E179|
As Los bended the Senses of Reuben Reuben is Merlin
J32.42; E179|
Exploring the Three States of Ulro; Creation; Redemption. & Judgment
J32.43; E179|
And many of the Eternal Ones laughed after their manner
J32.44; E179|
Have you known the judgment that is arisen among the
J32.45; E179|
Zoa's of Albion? where a Man dare hardly to embrace
J32.46; E179|
His own Wife, for the terrors of Chastity that they call
J32.47; E179|
By the name of Morality. their Daughters govern all
J32.48; E179|
I hidden deceit! they are Vegetable only fit for burning
J32.49; E179|
Art & Science cannot exist but by Naked Beauty displayd
J32.50; E179|
Then those in Great Eternity who contemplate on Death
J32.51; E179|
Said thus. What seems to Be: Is: To those to whom
J32.52; E179|
It seems to Be, & is productive of the most dreadful
J32.53; E179|
Consequences to those to whom it seems to Be: even of
J32.54; E179|
Torments, Despair, Eternal Death; but the Divine Mercy
J32.55; E179|
Steps beyond and Redeems Man in the Body of Jesus Amen
J32.56; E179|
And Length Bredth Highth again Obey the Divine Vision Hallelujah
J33.1; E179|
And One stood forth from the Divine Family &,said t281
J33.2; E179|
I feel my Spectre rising upon me! Albion! arouze thyself!
J33.3; E179|
Why dost thou thunder with frozen Spectrous wrath against us?
J33.4; E179|
The Spectre is, in Giant Man; insane, and most deform'd.
J33.5; E179|
Thou wilt certainly provoke my Spectre against thine in fury!
J33.6; E179|
He has a Sepulcher hewn out of a Rock ready for thee:
J33.7; E179|
And a Death of Eight thousand years forg'd by thyself, upon
J33.8; E179|
The point of his Spear! if thou persistest to forbid with Laws
J33.9; E179|
Our Emanations, and to attack our secret supreme delights
J33.10; E179|
So Los spoke: But when he saw blue death in Albions feet, t282
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Again he join'd the Divine Body, following merciful;
J33.12; E179|
While Albion fled more indignant! revengeful covering
J34.1; E179|
His face and bosom with petrific hardness, and his hands
J34.2; E179|
And feet, lest any should enter his bosom & embrace
J34.3; E179|
His hidden heart; his Emanation wept & trembled within him:
J34.4; E179|
Uttering not his jealousy, but hiding it as with
J34.5; E179|
Iron and steel, dark and opake, with clouds & tempests brooding:
J34.6; E179|
His strong limbs shudderd upon his mountains high and dark.
J34.7; E179|
Turning from Universal Love petrific as he went,
J34.8; E179|
His cold against the warmth of Eden rag'd with loud
J34.9; E179|
Thunders of deadly war (the fever of the human soul)
J34.10; E179|
Fires and clouds of rolling smoke! but mild the Saviour follow'd him,
J34.11; E180|
Displaying the Eternal Vision! the Divine Similitude!
J34.12; E180|
In loves and tears of brothers, sisters, sons, fathers, and friends
J34.13; E180|
Which if Man ceases to behold, he ceases to exist:
J34.14; E180|
Saying. Albion! Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love,
J34.15; E180|
With intellectual spears, & long winged arrows of thought:
J34.16; E180|
Mutual in one anothers love and wrath all renewing
J34.17; E180|
We live as One Man; for contracting our infinite senses
J34.18; E180|
We behold multitude; or expanding: we behold as one,
J34.19; E180|
As One Man all the Universal Family; and that One Man
J34.20; E180|
We call Jesus the Christ: and he in us, and we in him,
J34.21; E180|
Live in perfect harmony in Eden the land of life,
J34.22; E180|
Giving, recieving, and forgiving each others trespasses.
J34.23; E180|
He is the Good shepherd, he is the Lord and master:
J34.24; E180|
He is the Shepherd of Albion, he is all in all,
J34.25; E180|
In Eden: in the garden of God: and in heavenly Jerusalem.
J34.26; E180|
If we have offended, forgive us, take not vengeance against us.
J34.27; E180|
Thus speaking; the Divine Family follow Albion:
J34.28; E180|
I see them in the Vision of God upon my pleasant valleys.
J34.29; E180|
I behold London; a Human awful wonder of God!
J34.30; E180|
He says: Return, Albion, return! I give myself for thee:
J34.31; E180|
My Streets are my, Ideas of Imagination.
J34.32; E180|
Awake Albion, awake! and let us awake up together.
J34.33; E180|
My Houses are Thoughts: my Inhabitants; Affections,
J34.34; E180|
The children of my thoughts, walking within my blood-vessels,
J34.35; E180|
Shut from my nervous form which sleeps upon the verge of Beulah
J34.36; E180|
In dreams of darkness, while my vegetating blood in veiny pipes,
J34.37; E180|
Rolls dreadful thro' the Furnaces of Los, and the Mills of Satan.
J34.38; E180|
For Albions sake, and for Jerusalem thy Emanation
J34.39; E180|
I give myself, and these my brethren give themselves for Albion.
J34.40; E180|
So spoke London, immortal Guardian! I heard in Lambeths shades:
J34.41; E180|
In Felpham I heard and saw the Visions of Albion
J34.42; E180|
I write in South Molton Street what I both see and hear
J34.43; E180|
In regions of Humanity, in Londons opening streets.
J34.44; E180|
I see thee awful Parent Land in light, behold I see!
J34.45; E180|
Verulam! Canterbury! venerable parent of men,
J34.46; E180|
Generous immortal Guardian golden clad! for Cities
J34.47; E180|
Are Men, fathers of multitudes, and Rivers & Mount[a]ins
J34.48; E180|
Are also Men; every thing is Human, mighty! sublime!
J34.49; E180|
In every bosom a Universe expands, as wings
J34.50; E180|
Let down at will around, and call'd the Universal Tent.
J34.51; E180|
York, crown'd with loving kindness. Edinburgh, cloth'd
J34.52; E180|
With fortitude as with a garment of immortal texture
J34.53; E180|
Woven in looms of Eden, in spiritual deaths of mighty men
J34.54; E181|
Who give themselves, in Golgotha, Victims to Justice; where
J34.55; E181|
There is in Albion a Gate of precious stones and gold
J34.56; E181|
Seen only by Emanations, by vegetations viewless,
J34.57; E181|
Bending across the road of Oxford Street; it from Hyde Park
J34.58; E181|
To Tyburns deathful shades, admits the wandering souls
J34.59; E181|
Of multitudes who die from Earth: this Gate cannot be found
J35.1; E181|
By Satans Watch-fiends tho' they search numbering every grain
J35.2; E181|
Of sand on Earth every night, they never find this Gate.
J35.3; E181|
It is the Gate of Los. Withoutside is the Mill, intricate, dreadful
J35.4; E181|
And fill'd with cruel tortures; but no mortal man can find the Mill
J35.5; E181|
Of Satan, in his mortal pilgrimage of seventy years
J35.6; E181|
For Human beauty knows it not: nor can Mercy find it! But t283
J35.7; E181|
In the Fourth region of Humanity, Urthona namd[,]
J35.8; E181|
Mortality begins to roll the billows of Eternal Death
J35.9; E181|
Before the Gate of Los. Urthona here is named Los.
J35.10; E181|
And here begins the System of Moral Virtue, named Rahab. t284
J35.11; E181|
Albion fled thro' the Gate of Los, and he stood in the Gate.
J35.12; E181|
Los was the friend of Albion who most lov'd him. In Cambridgeshire
J35.13; E181|
His eternal station, he is the twenty-eighth, & is four-fold.
J35.14; E181|
Seeing Albion had turn'd his back aginst the Divine Vision,
J35.15; E181|
Los said to Albion, Whither fleest thou? Albion reply'd.
J35.16; E181|
I die! I go to Eternal Death! the shades of death
J35.17; E181|
Hover within me & beneath, and spreading themselves outside
J35.18; E181|
Like rocky clouds, build me a gloomy monument of woe:
J35.19; E181|
Will none accompany me in my death? or be a Ransom for me
J35.20; E181|
In that dark Valley? I have girded round my cloke, and on my feet
J35.21; E181|
Bound these black shoes of death, & on my hands, death's iron gloves:
J35.22; E181|
God hath forsaken me, & my friends are become a burden
J35.23; E181|
A weariness to me, & the human footstep is a terror to me.
J35.24; E181|
Los answerd, troubled: and his soul was rent in twain:
J35.25; E181|
Must the Wise die for an Atonement? does Mercy endure Atonement?
J35.26; E181|
No! It is Moral Severity, & destroys Mercy in its Victim.
J35.27; E181|
So speaking, not yet infected with the Error & Illusion,
J36.1; E181|
Los shudder'd at beholding Albion, for his disease
J36.2; E181|
Arose upon him pale and ghastly: and he call'd around
J36.3; E181|
The Friends of Albion: trembling at the sight of Eternal Death
J36.4; E181|
The four appear'd with their Emanations in fiery
J36.5; E181|
Chariots: black their fires roll beholding Albions House of Eternity
J36.6; E181|
Damp couch the flames beneath and silent, sick, stand shuddering
J36.7; E181|
Before the Porch of sixteen pillars: weeping every one
J36.8; E181|
Descended and fell down upon their knees round Albions knees,
J36.9; E181|
Swearing the Oath of God! with awful voice of thunders round
J36.10; E181|
Upon the hills & valleys, and the cloudy Oath roll'd far and wide
J36.11; E182|
Albion is sick! said every Valley, every mournful Hill
J36.12; E182|
And every River: our brother Albion is sick to death.
J36.13; E182|
He hath leagued himself with robbers! he hath studied the arts
J36.14; E182|
Of unbelief! Envy hovers over him! his Friends are his abhorrence!
J36.15; E182|
Those who give their lives for him are despised!
J36.16; E182|
Those who devour his soul, are taken into his bosom!
J36.17; E182|
To destroy his Emanation is their intention:
J36.18; E182|
Arise! awake O Friends of the Giant Albion
J36.19; E182|
They have perswaded him of horrible falshoods!
J36.20; E182|
They have sown errors over all his fruitful fields!
J36.21; E182|
The Twenty-four heard! they came trembling on watry chariots.
J36.22; E182|
Borne by the Living Creatures of the third procession
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Of Human Majesty, the Living Creatures wept aloud as they
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Went along Albions roads, till they arriv'd at Albions House.
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O! how the torments of Eternal Death, waited on Man:
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And the loud-rending bars of the Creation ready to burst:
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That the wide world might fly from its hinges, & the immortal mansion
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Of Man, for ever be possess'd by monsters of the deeps:
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And Man himself become a Fiend, wrap'd in an endless curse,
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Consuming and consum'd for-ever in flames of Moral Justice.
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For had the Body of Albion fall'n down, and from its dreadful ruins
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Let loose the enormous Spectre on the darkness of the deep,
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At enmity with the Merciful & fill'd with devouring fire,
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A nether-world must have recievd the foul enormous spirit,
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Under pretence of Moral Virtue, fill'd with Revenge and Law.
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There to eternity chain'd down, and issuing in red flames
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And curses, with his mighty arms brandish'd against the heavens
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Breathing cruelty blood & vengeance, gnashing his teeth with pain
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Torn with black storms, & ceaseless torrents of his own consuming fire:
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Within his breast his mighty Sons chaind down & fill'd with cursings:
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And his dark Eon, that once fair crystal form divinely clear:
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Within his ribs producing serpents whose souls are flames of fire.
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But, glory to the Merciful-One, for he is of tender mercies!
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And the Divine Family wept over him as One Man.
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And these the Twenty-four in whom the Divine Family
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Appear'd; and they were One in Him. A Human Vision!
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Human Divine, Jesus the Saviour, blessed for ever and ever.
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Selsey, true friend! who afterwards submitted to be devourd
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By the waves of Despair, whose Emanation rose above
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The flood, and was nam'd Chichester, lovely mild & gentle! Lo!
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Her lambs bleat to the sea-fowls cry, lamenting still for Albion.
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Submitting to be call'd the son of Los the terrible vision:
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Winchester stood devoting himself for Albion: his tents
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Outspread with abundant riches, and his Emanations
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Submitting to be call'd Enitharmons daughters, and be born
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In vegetable mould: created by the Hammer and Loom
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In Bowlahoola & Allamanda where the Dead wail night & day.
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(I call them by their English names: English, the rough basement.
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Los built the stubborn structure of the Language, acting against
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Albions melancholy, who must else have been a Dumb despair.)
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Gloucester and Exeter and Salisbury and Bristol: and benevolent
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Bath who is Legions: he is the Seventh, the physician and
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The poisoner: the best and worst in Heaven and Hell:
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Whose Spectre first assimilated with Luvah in Albions mountains
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A triple octave he took, to reduce Jerusalem to twelve
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To cast Jerusalem forth upon the wilds to Poplar & Bow:
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To Malden & Canterbury in the delights of cruelty:
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The Shuttles of death sing in the sky to Islington & Pancrass
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Round Marybone to Tyburns River, weaving black melancholy as a net,
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And despair as meshes closely wove over the west of London,
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Where mild Jerusalem sought to repose in death & be no more.
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She fled to Lambeths mild Vale and hid herself beneath
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The Surrey Hills where Rephaim terminates: her Sons are siez'd
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For victims of sacrifice; but Jerusalem cannot be found! Hid
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By the Daughters of Beulah: gently snatch'd away: and hid in Beulah
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There is a Grain of Sand in Lambeth that Satan cannot find
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Nor can his Watch Fiends find it: tis translucent & has many Angles
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But he ho finds it will find Oothoons palace, for within
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Opening into Beulah every angle is a lovely heaven
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But should the Watch Fiends find it, they would call it Sin
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And lay its Heavens & their inhabitants in blood of punishment
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Here Jerusalem & Vala were hid in soft slumberous repose
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Hid from the terrible East, shut up in the South & West.
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The Twenty-eight trembled in Deaths dark caves, in cold despair
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They kneeld around the Couch of Death in deep humiliation
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And tortures of self condemnation while their Spectres ragd within.
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The Four Zoa's in terrible combustion clouded rage
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Drinking the shuddering fears & loves of Albions Families
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Destroying by selfish affections the things that they most admire
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Drinking & eating, & pitying & weeping, as at a trajic scene.
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The soul drinks murder & revenge, & applauds its own holiness
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They saw Albion endeavouring to destroy their Emanations. t285
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[illustration, with inscription, reversed: "Each Man is in / his
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Spectre's power / Untill the arrival / of that hour, / When his
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Humanity / awake / And cast his Spectre / into the Lake"]
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They saw their Wheels rising up poisonous against Albion
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Urizen, cold & scientific: Luvah, pitying & weeping
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Tharmas, indolent & sullen: Urthona, doubting & despairing
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Victims to one another & dreadfully plotting against each other
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To prevent Albion walking about in the Four Complexions.
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They saw America clos'd out by the Oaks of the western shore;
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And Tharmas dash'd on the Rocks of the Altars of Victims in Mexico.
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If we are wrathful Albion will destroy Jerusalem with rooty Groves
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If we are merciful, ourselves must suffer destruction on his Oaks!
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Why should we enter into our Spectres, to behold our own corruptions
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O God of Albion descend! deliver Jerusalem from the Oaken Groves!
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Then Los grew furious raging: Why stand we here trembling around
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Calling on God for help; and not ourselves in whom God dwells
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Stretching a hand to save the falling Man: are we not Four
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Beholding Albion upon the Precipice ready to fall into Non-Entity:
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Seeing these Heavens & Hells conglobing in the Void. Heavens over Hells
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Brooding in holy hypocritic lust, drinking the cries of pain
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From howling victims of Law: building Heavens Twenty-seven-fold.
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Swelld & bloated General Forms, repugnant to the Divine-
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Humanity, who is the Only General and Universal Form
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To which all Lineaments tend & seek with love & sympathy
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All broad & general principles belong to benevolence
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Who protects minute particulars, every one in their own identity.
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But here the affectionate touch of the tongue is closd in by deadly teeth
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And the soft smile of friendship & the open dawn of benevolence
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Become a net & a trap, & every energy renderd cruel,
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Till the existence of friendship & benevolence is denied:
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The wine of the Spirit & the vineyards of the Holy-One.
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Here: turn into poisonous stupor & deadly intoxication:
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That they may be condemnd by Law & the Lamb of God be slain!
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And the two Sources of Life in Eternity[,] Hunting and War,
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Are become the Sources of dark & bitter Death & of corroding Hell:
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The open heart is shut up in integuments of frozen silence
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That the spear that lights it forth may shatter the ribs & bosom
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A pretence of Art, to destroy Art: a pretence of Liberty
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To destroy Liberty. a pretence of Religion to destroy Religion
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Oshea and Caleb fight: they contend in the valleys of Peor
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In the terrible Family Contentions of those who love each other:
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The Armies of Balaam weep---no women come to the field
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Dead corses lay before them, & not as in Wars of old.
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For the Soldier who fights for Truth, calls his enemy is brother:
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They fight & contend for life, & not for eternal death!
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But here the Soldier strikes, & a dead corse falls at his feet
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Nor Daughter nor Sister nor Mother come forth to embosom the Slain!
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But Death! Eternal Death! remains in the Valleys of Peor.
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The English are scatterd over the face of the Nations: are these
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Jerusalems children? Hark! hear the Giants of Albion cry at night
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We smell the blood of the English! we delight in their blood on our Altars!
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The living & the dead shall be ground in our rumbling Mills
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For bread of the Sons of Albion: of the Giants Hand & Scofield
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Scofeld & Kox are let loose upon my Saxons! they accumulate
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A World in which Man is by his Nature the Enemy of Man,
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In pride of Selfhood unwieldy stretching out into Non Entity
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Generalizing Art & Science till Art & Science is lost.
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Bristol & Bath, listen to my words, & ye Seventeen: give ear!
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It is easy to acknowledge a man to be great & good while we
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Derogate from him in the trifles & small articles of that goodness:
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Those alone are his friends, who admire his minutest powers[.]
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Instead of Albions lovely mountains & the curtains of Jerusalem
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I see a Cave, a Rock, a Tree deadly and poisonous, unimaginative:
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Instead of the Mutual Forgivenesses, the Minute Particulars, I see
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Pits of bitumen ever burning: artificial Riches of the Canaanite
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Like Lakes of liquid lead: instead of heavenly Chapels, built
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By our dear Lord: I see Worlds crusted with snows & ice;
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I see a Wicker Idol woven round Jerusalems children. I see
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The Canaanite, the Amalekite, the Moabite, the Egyptian:
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By Demonstrations the cruel Sons of Quality & Negation.
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Driven on the Void in incoherent despair into Non Entity
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I see America closd apart, & Jerusalem driven in terror
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Away from Albions mountains, far away from Londons spires!
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I will not endure this thing! I alone withstand to death,
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This outrage! Ah me! how sick & pale you all stand round me!
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Ah me! pitiable ones! do you also go to deaths vale?
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All you my Friends & Brothers! all you my beloved Companions!
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Have you also caught the infection of Sin & stern Repentance?
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I see Disease arise upon you! yet speak to me and give
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Me some comfort: why do you all stand silent? I alone
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Remain in permanent strength. Or is all this goodness & pity, only
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That you may take the greater vengeance in your Sepulcher.
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So Los spoke. Pale they stood around the House of Death:
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In the midst of temptations & despair: among the rooted Oaks:
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Among reared Rocks of Albions Sons, at length they rose
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With one accord in love sublime, & as on Cherubs wings
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They Albion surround with kindest violence to bear him back
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Against his will thro Los's Gate to Eden: Four-fold; loud!
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Their Wings waving over the bottomless Immense: to bear
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Their awful charge back to his native home: but Albion dark,
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Repugnant; rolld his Wheels backward into Non-Entity
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Loud roll the Starry Wheels of Albion into the World of Death
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And all the Gate of Los, clouded with clouds redounding from
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Albions dread Wheels, stretching out spaces immense between
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That every little particle of light & air, became Opake
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Black & immense, a Rock of difficulty & a Cliff
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Of black despair; that the immortal Wings labourd against
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Cliff after cliff, & over Valleys of despair & death:
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The narrow Sea between Albion & the Atlantic Continent:
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Its waves of pearl became a boundless Ocean bottomless,
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Of grey obscurity, filld with clouds & rocks & whirling waters
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And Albions Sons ascending & descending in the horrid Void.
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But as the Will must not be bended but in the day of Divine
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Power: silent calm & motionless, in the mid-air sublime,
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The Family Divine hover around the darkend Albion.
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Such is the nature of the Ulro: that whatever enters:
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Becomes Sexual, & is Created, and Vegetated, and Born.
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From Hyde Park spread their vegetating roots beneath Albion
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In dreadful pain the Spectrous Uncircumcised Vegetation.
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Forming a Sexual Machine: an Aged Virgin Form.
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In Erins Land toward the north, joint after joint & burning
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In love & jealousy immingled & calling it Religion
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And feeling the damps of death they with one accord delegated Los
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Conjuring him by the Highest that he should Watch over them
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Till Jesus shall appear: & they gave their power to Los
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Naming him the Spirit of Prophecy, calling him Elijah
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Strucken with Albions disease they become what they behold;
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They assimilate with Albion in pity & compassion;
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Their Emanations return not: their Spectres rage in the Deep
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The Slumbers of Death came over them around the Couch of Death
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Before the Gate of Los & in the depths of Non Entity
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Among the Furnaces of Los: among the Oaks of Albion.
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Man is adjoind to Man by his Emanative portion:
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Who is Jerusalem in every individual Man: and her
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Shadow is Vala, builded by the Reasoning power in Man
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O search & see: turn your eyes inward: open O thou World
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Of Love & Harmony in Man: expand thy ever lovely Gates.
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They wept into the deeps a little space at length was heard
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The voice of Bath, faint as the voice of the Dead in the House of Death
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Bath, healing City! whose wisdom in midst of Poetic
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Fervor: mild spoke thro' the Western Porch, in soft gentle tears
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O Albion mildest Son of Eden! clos'd is thy Western Gate
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Brothers of Eternity! this Man whose great example
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We all admir'd & lov'd, whose all benevolent countenance, seen
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In Eden, in lovely Jerusalem, drew even from envy
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The tear: and the confession of honesty, open & undisguis'd
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From mistrust and suspition. The Man is himself become
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A piteous example of oblivion. To teach the Sons
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Of Eden, that however great and glorious; however loving
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And merciful the Individuality; however high
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Our palaces and cities, and however fruitful are our fields
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In Selfhood, we are nothing: but fade away in mornings breath,
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Our mildness is nothing: the greatest mildness we can use
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Is incapable and nothing! none but the Lamb of God can heal
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This dread disease: none but Jesus! O Lord descend and save!
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Albions Western Gate is clos'd: his death is coming apace!
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Jesus alone can save him; for alas we none can know
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How soon his lot may be our own. When Africa in sleep
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Rose in the night of Beulah, and bound down the Sun & Moon
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His friends cut his strong chains, & overwhelm'd his dark
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Machines in fury & destruction, and the Man reviving repented
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He wept before his wrathful brethren, thankful & considerate
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For their well timed wrath. But Albions sleep is not
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Like Africa's: and his machines are woven with his life
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Nothing but mercy can save him! nothing but mercy interposing
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Lest he should slay Jerusalem in his fearful jealousy
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O God descend! gather our brethren, deliver Jerusalem
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But that we may omit no office of the friendly spirit
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Oxford take thou these leaves of the Tree of Life: with eloquence
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That thy immortal tongue inspires; present them to Albion:
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Perhaps he may recieve them, offerd from thy loved hands.
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So spoke, unheard by Albion. the merciful Son of Heaven
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To those whose Western Gates were open, as they stood weeping
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Around Albion: but Albion heard him not; obdurate! hard!
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He frown'd on all his Friends, counting them enemies in his sorrow
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And the Seventeen conjoining with Bath, the Seventh:
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In whom the other Ten shone manifest, a Divine Vision!
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Assimilated and embrac'd Eternal Death for Albions sake.
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And these the names of the Eighteen combining with those Ten
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Bath, mild Physician of Eternity, mysterious power
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Whose springs are unsearchable & knowledg infinite.
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Hereford, ancient Guardian of Wales, whose hands
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Builded the mountain palaces of Eden, stupendous works!
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Lincoln, Durham & Carlisle, Councellors of Los.
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And Ely, Scribe of Los, whose pen no other hand
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Dare touch! Oxford, immortal Bard! with eloquence
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Divine, he wept over Albion: speaking the words of God
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In mild perswasion: bringing leaves of the Tree of Life.
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Thou art in Error Albion, the Land of Ulro:
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One Error not remov'd, will destroy a human Soul
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Repose in Beulahs night, till the Error is remov'd
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Reason not on both sides. Repose upon our bosoms
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Till the Plow of Jehovah, and the Harrow of Shaddai
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Have passed over the Dead, to awake the Dead to Judgment.
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But Albion turn'd away refusing comfort.
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Oxford trembled while he spoke, then fainted in the arms
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Of Norwich, Peterboro, Rochester, Chester awful, Worcester,
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Litchfield, Saint Davids, Landaff, Asaph, Bangor, Sodor,
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Bowing their heads devoted: and the Furnaces of Los
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Began to rage, thundering loud the storms began to roar
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Upon the Furnaces, and loud the Furnaces rebellow beneath
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And these the Four in whom the twenty-four appear'd four-fold:
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Verulam, London, York, Edinburgh, mourning one towards another
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Alas!--The time will come, when a mans worst enemies
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Shall be those of his own house and family: in a Religion
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Of Generation, to destroy by Sin and Atonement, happy Jerusalem,
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The Bride and Wife of the Lamb. O God thou art Not an Avenger!
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Thus Albion sat, studious of others in his pale disease:
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Brooding on evil: but when Los opend the Furnaces before him:
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He saw that the accursed things were his own affections,
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And his own beloveds: then he turn'd sick! his soul died within him
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Also Los sick & terrified beheld the Furnaces of Death
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And must have died, but the Divine Saviour descended
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Among the infant loves & affections, and the Divine Vision wept
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Like evening dew on every herb upon the breathing ground
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Albion spoke in his dismal dreams: O thou deceitful friend
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Worshipping mercy & beholding thy friend in such affliction:
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Los! thou now discoverest thy turpitude to the heavens.
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I demand righteousness & justice. O thou ingratitude!
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Give me my Emanations back[,] food for my dying soul!
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My daughters are harlots! my sons are accursed before me.
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Enitharmon is my daughter: accursed with a fathers curse!
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O! I have utterly been wasted! I have given my daughters to devils
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So spoke Albion in gloomy majesty, and deepest night
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Of Ulro rolld round his skirts from Dover to Cornwall.
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Los answerd. Righteousness & justice I give thee in return
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For thy righteousness! but I add mercy also, and bind
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Thee from destroying these little ones: am I to be only
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Merciful to thee and cruel to all that thou hatest[?]
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Thou wast the Image of God surrounded by the Four Zoa's
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Three thou hast slain! I am the Fourth: thou canst not destroy me.
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Thou art in Error; trouble me not with thy righteousness.
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I have innocence to defend and ignorance to instruct:
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I have no time for seeming; and little arts of compliment,
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In morality and virtue: in self-glorying and pride.
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There is a limit of Opakeness, and a limit of Contraction;
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In every Individual Man, and the limit of Opakeness,
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Is named Satan: and the limit of Contraction is named Adam.
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But when Man sleeps in Beulah, the Saviour in mercy takes
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Contractions Limit, and of the Limit he forms Woman: That
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Himself may in process of time be born Man to redeem
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But there is no Limit of Expansion! there is no Limit of Translucence.
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In the bosom of Man for ever from eternity to eternity.
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Therefore I break thy bonds of righteousness; I crush thy messengers!
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That they may not crush me and mine: do thou be righteous,
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And I will return it; otherwise I defy thy worst revenge:
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Consider me as thine enemy: on me turn all thy fury
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But destroy not these little ones, nor mock the Lords anointed:
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Destroy not by Moral Virtue, the little ones whom he hath chosen!
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The little ones whom he hath chosen in preference to thee.
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He hath cast thee off for ever; the little ones he hath anointed!
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Thy Selfhood is for ever accursed from the Divine presence
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So Los spoke: then turn'd his face & wept for Albion.
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Albion replied. Go! Hand & Hyle! sieze the abhorred friend:
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As you Have siezd the Twenty-four rebellious ingratitudes;
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To atone for you, for spiritual death! Man lives by deaths of Men
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Bring him to justice before heaven here upon London stone,
J42.51; E190|
Between Blackheath & Hounslow, between Norwood & Finchley
J42.52; E190|
All that they have is mine: from my free genrous gift,
J42.53; E190|
They now hold all they have: ingratitude to me!
J42.54; E190|
To me their benefactor calls aloud for vengeance deep.
J42.55; E190|
Los stood before his Furnaces awaiting the fury of the Dead:
J42.56; E190|
And the Divine hand was upon him, strengthening him mightily.
J42.57; E190|
The Spectres of the Dead cry out from the deeps beneath
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Upon the hills of Albion; Oxford groans in his iron furnace
J42.59; E190|
Winchester in his den & cavern; they lament against
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Albion: they curse their human kindness & affection
J42.61; E190|
They rage like wild beasts in the forests of affliction
J42.62; E190|
In the dreams of Ulro they repent of their human kindness.
J42.63; E190|
Come up, build Babylon, Rahab is ours & all her multitudes
J42.64; E190|
With her in pomp and glory of victory. Depart
J42.65; E190|
Ye twenty-four into the deeps! let us depart to glory!
J42.66; E190|
Their Human majestic forms sit up upon their Couches
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Of death: they curb their Spectres as with iron curbs
J42.68; E190|
They enquire after Jerusalem in the regions of the dead,
J42.69; E190|
With the voices of dead men, low, scarcely articulate,
J42.70; E190|
And with tears cold on their cheeks they weary repose.
J42.71; E190|
O when shall the morning of the grave appear, and when
J42.72; E190|
Shall our salvation come? we sleep upon our watch
J42.73; E190|
We cannot awake! and our Spectres rage in the forests
J42.74; E190|
O God of Albion where art thou! pity the watchers!
J42.75; E190|
Thus mourn they. Loud the Furnaces of Los thunder upon
J42.76; E190|
The clouds of Europe & Asia, among the Serpent Temples!
J42.77; E190|
And Los drew his Seven Furnaces around Albions Altars
J42.78; E190|
And as Albion built his frozen Altars, Los built the Mundane Shell,
J42.79; E190|
In the Four Regions of Humanity East & West & North & South,
J42.80; E191|
Till Norwood & Finchley & Blackheath & Hounslow, coverd the
whole Earth.
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This is the Net & Veil of Vala, among the Souls of the Dead.
J43.1; E191|
Then the Divine Vision like a silent Sun appeard above
J43.2; E191|
Albions dark rocks: setting behind the Gardens of Kensington
J43.3; E191|
On Tyburns River, in clouds of blood: where was mild Zion Hills
J43.4; E191|
Most ancient promontory, and in the Sun, a Human Form appeard
J43.5; E191|
And thus the Voice Divine went forth upon the rocks of Albion
J43.6; E191|
I elected Albion for my glory; I gave to him the Nations,
J43.7; E191|
Of the whole Earth. he was the Angel of my Presence: and all
J43.8; E191|
The Sons of God were Albions Sons: and Jerusalem was my joy.
J43.9; E191|
The Reactor hath hid himself thro envy. I behold him.
J43.10; E191|
But you cannot behold him till he be reveald in his System
J43.11; E191|
Albions Reactor must have a Place prepard: Albion must Sleep
J43.12; E191|
The Sleep of Death, till the Man of Sin & Repentance be reveald.
J43.13; E191|
Hidden in Albions Forests he lurks: he admits of no Reply
J43.14; E191|
From Albion: but hath founded his Reaction into a Law
J43.15; E191|
Of Action, for Obedience to destroy the Contraries of Man[.]
J43.16; E191|
He hath compelld Albion to become a Punisher & hath possessd
J43.17; E191|
Himself of Albions Forests & Wilds! and Jerusalem is taken!
J43.18; E191|
The City of the Woods in the Forest of Ephratah is taken!
J43.19; E191|
London is a stone of her ruins; Oxford is the dust of her walls!
J43.20; E191|
Sussex & Kent are her scatterd garments: Ireland her holy place!
J43.21; E191|
And the murderd bodies of her little ones are Scotland and Wales
J43.22; E191|
The Cities of the Nations are the smoke of her consummation
J43.23; E191|
The Nations are her dust! ground by the chariot wheels
J43.24; E191|
Of her lordly conquerors, her palaces levelld with the dust
J43.25; E191|
I come that I may find a way for my banished ones to return
J43.26; E191|
Fear not O little Flock I come! Albion shall rise again.
J43.27; E191|
So saying, the mild Sun inclosd the Human Family.
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Forthwith from Albions darkning [r]ocks came two Immortal forms t288
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Saying We alone are escaped. O merciful Lord and Saviour,
J43.30; E191|
We flee from the interiors of Albions hills and mountains!
J43.31; E191|
From his Valleys Eastward: from Amalek Canaan & Moab:
J43.32; E191|
Beneath his vast ranges of hills surrounding Jerusalem.
J43.33; E191|
Albion walkd on the steps of fire before his Halls
J43.34; E191|
And Vala walkd with him in dreams of soft deluding slumber.
J43.35; E191|
He looked up & saw the Prince of Light with splendor faded
J43.36; E191|
Then Albion ascended mourning into the porches of his Palace
J43.37; E191|
Above him rose a Shadow from his wearied intellect:
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Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy: in white linen pure he hoverd
J43.39; E192|
A sweet entrancing self-delusion a watry vision of Albion
J43.40; E192|
Soft exulting in existence; all the Man absorbing!
J43.41; E192|
Albion fell upon his face prostrate before the watry Shadow
J43.42; E192|
Saying O Lord whence is this change! thou knowest I am nothing!
J43.43; E192|
And Vala trembled & coverd her face! & her locks were spread on
the pavement
J43.44; E192|
We heard astonishd at the Vision & our heart trembled within us:
J43.45; E192|
We heard the voice of slumberous Albion, and thus he spake,
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Idolatrous to his own Shadow words of eternity uttering:
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O I am nothing when I enter into judgment with thee!
J43.48; E192|
If thou withdraw thy breath I die & vanish into Hades
J43.49; E192|
If thou dost lay thine hand upon me behold I am silent:
J43.50; E192|
If thou withhold thine hand; I perish like a fallen leaf:
J43.51; E192|
O I am nothing: and to nothing must return again:
J43.52; E192|
If thou withdraw thy breath. Behold I am oblivion.
J43.53; E192|
He ceasd: the shadowy voice was silent: but the cloud hoverd over their
heads
J43.54; E192|
In golden wreathes, the sorrow of Man; & the balmy drops fell down.
J43.55; E192|
And lo! that son of Man that Shadowy Spirit of mild Albion:
J43.56; E192|
Luvah descended from the cloud; in terror Albion rose:
J43.57; E192|
Indignant rose the awful Man, & turnd his back on Vala.
J43.58; E192|
We heard the voice of Albion starting from his sleep:
J43.59; E192|
Whence is this voice crying Enion! that soundeth in my ears?
J43.60; E192|
O cruel pity! O dark deceit! can love seek for dominion?
J43.61; E192|
And Luvah strove to gain dominion over Albion
J43.62; E192|
They strove together above the Body where Vala was inclosd
J43.63; E192|
And the dark Body of Albion left prostrate upon the crystal pavement,
J43.64; E192|
Coverd with boils from head to foot: the terrible smitings of Luvah.
J43.65; E192|
Then frownd the fallen Man, and put forth Luvah from his presence
J43.66; E192|
Saying. Go and Die the Death of Man, for Vala the sweet wanderer.
J43.67; E192|
I will turn the volutions of your ears outward, and bend your nostrils
J43.68; E192|
Downward, and your fluxile eyes englob'd roll round in fear:
J43.69; E192|
Your withring lips and tongue shrink up into a narrow circle,
J43.70; E192|
Till into narrow forms you creep: go take your fiery way:
J43.71; E192|
And learn what tis to absorb the Man you Spirits of Pity & Love.
J43.72; E192|
They heard the voice and fled swift as the winters setting sun.
J43.73; E192|
And now the human blood foamd high, the Spirits Luvah & Vala,
J43.74; E192|
Went down the Human Heart where Paradise & its joys abounded,
J43.75; E192|
In jealous fears & fury & rage, & flames roll round their fervid
feet:
J43.76; E192|
And the vast form of Nature like a serpent playd before them
J43.77; E192|
And as they fled in folding fires & thunders of the deep:
J43.78; E193|
Vala shrunk in like the dark sea that leaves its slimy banks.
J43.79; E193|
And from her bosom Luvah fell far as the east and west.
J43.80; E193|
And the vast form of Nature like a serpent rolld between,
J43.81; E193|
Whether of Jerusalems or Valas ruins congenerated, we know not:
J43.82; E193|
All is confusion: all is tumult, & we alone are escaped.
J43.83; E193|
So spoke the fugitives; they joind the Divine Family, trembling
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And the Two that escaped; were the Emanation of Los & his
J44.2; E193|
Spectre: for whereever the Emanation goes, the Spectre
J44.3; E193|
Attends her as her Guard, & Los's Emanation is named
J44.4; E193|
Enitharmon, & his Spectre is named Urthona: they knew
J44.5; E193|
Not where to flee: they had been on a visit to Albions Children
J44.6; E193|
And they strove to weave a Shadow of the Emanation
J44.7; E193|
To hide themselves: weeping & lamenting for the Vegetation
J44.8; E193|
Of Albions Children; fleeing thro Albions vales in streams of gore
J44.9; E193|
Being not irritated by insult bearing insulting benevolences
J44.10; E193|
They percieved that corporeal friends are spiritual enemies
J44.11; E193|
They saw the Sexual Religion in its embryon Uncircumcision
J44.12; E193|
And the Divine hand was upon them bearing them thro darkness
J44.13; E193|
Back safe to their Humanity as doves to their windows:
J44.14; E193|
Therefore the Sons of Eden praise Urthonas Spectre in Songs
J44.15; E193|
Because he kept the Divine Vision in time of trouble.
J44.16; E193|
They wept & trembled: & Los put forth his hand & took them
in
J44.17; E193|
Into his Bosom: from which Albion shrunk in dismal pain;
J44.18; E193|
Rending the fibres of Brotherhood & in Feminine Allegories
J44.19; E193|
Inclosing Los: but the Divine Vision appeard with Los
J44.20; E193|
Following Albion into his Central Void among his Oaks.
J44.21; E193|
And Los prayed and said. O Divine Saviour arise
J44.22; E193|
Upon the Mountains of Albion as in ancient time. Behold!
J44.23; E193|
The Cities of Albion seek thy face, London groans in pain
J44.24; E193|
From Hill to Hill & the Thames laments along the Valleys
J44.25; E193|
The little Villages of Middlesex & Surrey hunger & thirst
J44.26; E193|
The Twenty-eight Cities of Albion stretch their hands to thee:
J44.27; E193|
Because of the Opressors of Albion in every City & Village:
J44.28; E193|
They mock at the Labourers limbs! they mock at his starvd Children.
J44.29; E193|
They buy his Daughters that they may have power to sell his Sons:
J44.30; E193|
They compell the Poor to live upon a crust of bread by soft mild arts:
J44.31; E193|
They reduce the Man to want: then give with pomp & ceremony.
J44.32; E193|
The praise of Jehovah is chaunted from lips of hunger & thirst!
J44.33; E193|
Humanity knows not of Sex: wherefore are Sexes in Beulah?
J44.34; E193|
In Beulah the Female lets down her beautiful Tabernacle;
J44.35; E193|
Which the Male enters magnificent between her Cherubim:
J44.36; E193|
And becomes One with her mingling condensing in Self-love
J44.37; E193|
The Rocky Law of Condemnation & double Generation, & Death.
J44.38; E194|
Albion hath enterd the Loins the place of the Last Judgment:
J44.39; E194|
And Luvah hath drawn the Curtains around Albion in Vala's bosom
J44.40; E194|
The Dead awake to Generation! Arise O Lord, & rend the Veil!
J44.41; E194|
So Los in lamentations followd Albion, Albion coverd,
J45.1; E194|
His western heaven with rocky clouds of death & despair.
J45.2; E194|
Fearing that Albion should turn his back against the Divine Vision
J45.3; E194|
Los took his globe of fire to search the interiors of Albions
J45.4; E194|
Bosom, in all the terrors of friendship, entering the caves
J45.5; E194|
Of despair & death, to search the tempters out, walking among
J45.6; E194|
Albions rocks & precipices! caves of solitude & dark despair,
J45.7; E194|
And saw every Minute Particular of Albion degraded & murderd
J45.8; E194|
But saw not by whom; they were hidden within in the minute particulars
J45.9; E194|
Of which they had possessd themselves; and there they take up
J45.10; E194|
The articulations of a mans soul, and laughing throw it down
J45.11; E194|
Into the frame, then knock it out upon the plank, & souls are bak'd
J45.12; E194|
In bricks to build the pyramids of Heber & Terah. But Los
J45.13; E194|
Searchd in vain: closd from the minutia he walkd, difficult.
J45.14; E194|
He came down from Highgate thro Hackney & Holloway towards London
J45.15; E194|
Till he came to old Stratford & thence to Stepney & the Isle
J45.16; E194|
Of Leuthas Dogs, thence thro the narrows of the Rivers side
J45.17; E194|
And saw every minute particular, the jewels of Albion, running down
J45.18; E194|
The kennels of the streets & lanes as if they were abhorrd.
J45.19; E194|
Every Universal Form, was become barren mountains of Moral
J45.20; E194|
Virtue: and every Minute Particular hardend into grains of sand:
J45.21; E194|
And all the tendernesses of the soul cast forth as filth & mire,
J45.22; E194|
Among the winding places of deep contemplation intricate
J45.23; E194|
To where the Tower of London frownd dreadful over Jerusalem:
J45.24; E194|
A building of Luvah builded in Jerusalems eastern gate to be
J45.25; E194|
His secluded Court: thence to Bethlehem where was builded
J45.26; E194|
Dens of despair in the house of bread: enquiring in vain
J45.27; E194|
Of stones and rocks he took his way, for human form was none:
J45.28; E194|
And thus he spoke, looking on Albions City with many tears
J45.29; E194|
What shall I do! what could I do, if I could find these Criminals
J45.30; E194|
I could not dare to take vengeance; for all things are so constructed
J45.31; E194|
And builded by the Divine hand, that the sinner shall always escape,
J45.32; E194|
And he who takes vengeance alone is the criminal of Providence;
J45.33; E194|
If I should dare to lay my finger on a grain of sand
J45.34; E194|
In way of vengeance; I punish the already punishd: O whom
J45.35; E194|
Should I pity if I pity not the sinner who is gone astray!
J45.36; E194|
O Albion, if thou takest vengeance; if thou revengest thy wrongs
J45.37; E194|
Thou art for ever lost! What can I do to hinder the Sons
J45.38; E194|
Of Albion from taking vengeance? or how shall I them perswade.
J45.39; E195|
So spoke Los, travelling thro darkness & horrid solitude:
J45.40; E195|
And he beheld Jerusalem in Westminster & Marybone,
J45.41; E195|
Among the ruins of the Temple: and Vala who is her Shadow,
J45.42; E195|
Jerusalems Shadow bent northward over the Island white.
J45.43; E195|
At length he sat on London Stone, & heard Jerusalems voice.
J45.44; E195|
Albion I cannot be thy Wife. thine own Minute Particulars,
J45.45; E195|
Belong to God alone. and all thy little ones are holy
J45.46; E195|
They are of Faith & not of Demonstration: wherefore is Vala
J45.47; E195|
Clothd in black mourning upon my rivers currents, Vala awake!
J45.48; E195|
I hear thy shuttles sing in the sky, and round my limbs
J45.49; E195|
I feel the iron threads of love & jealousy & despair.
J45.50; E195|
Vala reply'd. Albion is mine! Luvah gave me to Albion
J45.51; E195|
And now recieves reproach & hate. Was it not said of old
J45.52; E195|
Set your Son before a man & he shall take you & your sons
J45.53; E195|
For slaves: but set your Daughter before a man & She
J45.54; E195|
Shall make him & his sons & daughters your slaves for ever!
J45.55; E195|
And is this Faith? Behold the strife of Albion, & Luvah
J45.56; E195|
Is great in the east, their spears of blood rage in the eastern heaven
J45.57; E195|
Urizen is the champion of Albion, they will slay my Luvah:
J45.58; E195|
And thou O harlot daughter! daughter of despair art all
J45.59; E195|
This cause of these shakings of my towers on Euphrates.
J45.60; E195|
Here is the House of Albion, & here is thy secluded place
J45.61; E195|
And here we have found thy sins: & hence we turn thee forth,
J45.62; E195|
For all to avoid thee: to be astonishd at thee for thy sins:
J45.63; E195|
Because thou art the impurity & the harlot: & thy children!
J45.64; E195|
Children of whoredoms: born for Sacrifice: for the meat & drink
J45.65; E195|
Offering: to sustain the glorious combat & the battle & war
J45.66; E195|
That Man may be purified by the death of thy delusions.
J45.67; E195|
So saying she her dark threads cast over the trembling River:
J45.68; E195|
And over the valleys; from the hills of Hertfordshire to the hills
J45.69; E195|
Of Surrey across Middlesex & across Albions House
J45.70; E195|
Of Eternity! pale stood Albion at his eastern gate,
J46.1; E195|
Leaning against the pillars, & his disease rose from his skirts
J46.2; E195|
Upon the Precipice he stood! ready to fall into Non-Entity.
J46.3; E195|
Los was all astonishment & terror: he trembled sitting on the Stone
J46.4; E195|
Of London: but the interiors of Albions fibres & nerves were hidden
J46.5; E195|
From Los; astonishd be beheld only the petrified surfaces:
J46.6; E195|
And saw his Furnaces in ruins, for Los is the Demon of the Furnaces;
J46.7; E195|
He saw also the Four Points of Albion reversd inwards
J46.8; E195|
He siezd his Hammer & Tongs, his iron Poker & his Bellows,
J46.9; E195|
Upon the valleys of Middlesex, Shouting loud for aid Divine.
J46.10; E195|
In stern defiance came from Albions bosom Hand, Hyle, Koban,
J46.11; E195|
Gwantok, Peachy, Brertun, Slaid, Huttn, Skofeld, Kock, Kotope
J46.12; E196|
Bowen: Albions Sons: they bore him a golden couch into the porch
J46.13; E196|
And on the Couch reposd his limbs, trembling from the bloody field.
J46.14; E196|
Rearing their Druid Patriarchal rocky Temples around his limbs.
J46.15; E196|
(All things begin & end, in Albions Ancient Druid Rocky Shore.)
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[When Albion utterd his last words Hope is banishd from me]
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From Camberwell to Highgate where the mighty Thames shudders along,
J47.3; E196|
Where Los's Furnaces stand, where Jerusalem & Vala howl:
J47.4; E196|
Luvah tore forth from Albions Loins, in fibrous veins, in rivers
J47.5; E196|
Of blood over Europe: a Vegetating Root in grinding pain.
J47.6; E196|
Animating the Dragon Temples, soon to become that Holy Fiend
J47.7; E196|
The Wicker Man of Scandinavia in which cruelly consumed
J47.8; E196|
The Captives reard to heaven howl in flames among the stars
J47.9; E196|
Loud the cries of War on the Rhine & Danube, with Albions Sons,
J47.10; E196|
Away from Beulahs hills & vales break forth the Souls of the Dead,
J47.11; E196|
With cymbal, trumpet, clarion; & the scythed chariots of Britain.
J47.12; E196|
And the Veil of Vala, is composed of the Spectres of the Dead
J47.13; E196|
Hark! the mingling cries of Luvah with the Sons of Albion
J47.14; E196|
Hark! & Record the terrible wonder! that the Punisher
J47.15; E196|
Mingles with his Victims Spectre, enslaved and tormented
J47.16; E196|
To him whom he has murderd, bound in vengeance & enmity
J47.17; E196|
Shudder not, but Write, & the hand of God will assist you!
J47.18; E196|
Therefore I write Albions last words. Hope is banish'd from me.
J48.1; E196|
These were his last words, and the merciful Saviour in his arms
J48.2; E196|
Reciev'd him, in the arms of tender mercy and repos'd
J48.3; E196|
The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality
J48.4; E196|
Upon the Rock of Ages. Then, surrounded with a Cloud:
J48.5; E196|
In silence the Divine Lord builded with immortal labour,
J48.6; E196|
Of gold & jewels a sublime Ornament, a Couch of repose,
J48.7; E196|
With Sixteen pillars: canopied with emblems & written verse.
J48.8; E196|
Spiritual Verse, order'd & measur'd, from whence, time shall reveal.
J48.9; E196|
The Five books of the Decalogue, the books of Joshua & Judges,
J48.10; E196|
Samuel, a double book & Kings, a double book, the Psalms & Prophets
J48.11; E196|
The Four-fold Gospel, and the Revelations everlasting
J48.12; E196|
Eternity groan'd & was troubled, at the image of Eternal Death!
J48.13; E196|
Beneath the bottoms of the Graves, which is Earths central joint,
J48.14; E196|
There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true:
J48.15; E196|
(To protect from the Giant blows in the sports of intellect,
J48.16; E196|
Thunder in the midst of kindness, & love that kills its beloved:
J48.17; E196|
Because Death is for a period, and they renew tenfold.)
J48.18; E196|
From this sweet Place Maternal Love awoke Jerusalem
J48.19; E197|
With pangs she forsook Beulah's pleasant lovely shadowy Universe
J48.20; E197|
Where no dispute can come; created for those who Sleep.
J48.21; E197|
Weeping was in all Beulah, and all the Daughters of Beulah
J48.22; E197|
Wept for their Sister the Daughter of Albion, Jerusalem:
J48.23; E197|
When out of Beulah the Emanation of the Sleeper descended
J48.24; E197|
With solemn mourning out of Beulahs moony shades and hills:
J48.25; E197|
Within the Human Heart, whose Gates closed with solemn sound.
J48.26; E197|
And this the manner of the terrible Separation
J48.27; E197|
The Emanations of the grievously afflicted Friends of Albion
J48.28; E197|
Concenter in one Female form an Aged pensive Woman.
J48.29; E197|
Astonish'd! lovely! embracing the sublime shade: the Daughters of Beulah
J48.30; E197|
Beheld her with wonder! With awful hands she took
J48.31; E197|
A Moment of Time, drawing it out with many tears & afflictions
J48.32; E197|
And many sorrows: oblique across the Atlantic Vale
J48.33; E197|
Which is the Vale of Rephaim dreadful from East to West,
J48.34; E197|
Where the Human Harvest waves abundant in the beams of Eden
J48.35; E197|
Into a Rainbow of jewels and gold, a mild Reflection from
J48.36; E197|
Albions dread Tomb. Eight thousand and five hundred years
J48.37; E197|
In its extension. Every two hundred years has a door to Eden
J48.38; E197|
She also took an Atom of Space, with dire pain opening it a Center
J48.39; E197|
Into Beulah: trembling the Daughters of Beulah dried
J48.40; E197|
Her tears. she ardent embrac'd her sorrows. occupied in labours
J48.41; E197|
Of sublime mercy in Rephaims Vale. Perusing Albions Tomb
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She sat: she walk'd among the ornaments solemn mourning.
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The Daughters attended her shudderings, wiping the death sweat
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Los also saw her in his seventh Furnace, he also terrified
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Saw the finger of God go forth upon his seventh Furnace:
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Away from the Starry Wheels to prepare Jerusalem a place.
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When with a dreadful groan the Emanation mild of Albion.
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Burst from his bosom in the Tomb like a pale snowy cloud,
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Female and lovely, struggling to put off the Human form
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Writhing in pain. The Daughters of Beulah in kind arms reciev'd
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Jerusalem: weeping over her among the Spaces of Erin,
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In the Ends of Beulah, where the Dead wail night & day.
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And thus Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah, in soft tears
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Albion the Vortex of the Dead!Albion the Generous!
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Albion the mildest son of Heaven! The Place of Holy Sacrifice!
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Where Friends Die for each other: will become the Place,
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Of Murder, & Unforgiving, Never-awaking Sacrifice of Enemies
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The Children must be sacrific'd! (a horror never known
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Till now in Beulah.) unless a Refuge can be found
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To hide them from the wrath of Albions Law that freezes sore
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Upon his Sons & Daughters, self-exiled from his bosom
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Draw ye Jerusalem away from Albions Mountains
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To give a Place for Redemption, let Sihon and Og
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Remove Eastward to Bashan and Gilead, and leave
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The secret coverts of Albion & the hidden places of America
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Jerusalem Jerusalem! why wilt thou turn away
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Come ye O Daughters of Beulah, lament for Og & Sihon
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Upon the Lakes of Ireland from Rathlin to Baltimore:
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Stand ye upon the Dargle from Wicklow to Drogheda
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Come & mourn over Albion the White Cliff of the Atlantic
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The Mountain of Giants: all the Giants of Albion are become
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Weak! witherd! darkend! & Jerusalem is cast forth from Albion.
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They deny that they ever knew Jerusalem, or ever dwelt in Shiloh
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The Gigantic roots & twigs of the vegetating Sons of Albion
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Filld with the little-ones are consumed in the Fires of their Altars
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The vegetating Cities are burned & consumed from the Earth:
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And the Bodies in which all Animals & Vegetations, the Earth &
Heaven
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Were containd in the All Glorious Imagination are witherd & darkend;
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The golden Gate of Havilah, and all the Garden of God,
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Was caught up with the Sun in one day of fury and war:
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The Lungs, the Heart, the Liver, shrunk away far distant from Man
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And left a little slimy substance floating upon the tides.
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In one night the Atlantic Continent was caught up with the Moon,
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And became an Opake Globe far distant clad with moony beams.
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The Visions of Eternity, by reason of narrowed perceptions,
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Are become weak Visions of Time & Space, fix'd into furrows of death;
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Till deep dissimulation is the only defence an honest man has left
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O Polypus of Death O Spectre over Europe and Asia
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Withering the Human Form by Laws of Sacrifice for Sin
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By Laws of Chastity & Abhorrence I am witherd up.
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Striving to Create a Heaven in which all shall be pure & holy
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In their Own Selfhoods, in Natural Selfish Chastity to banish Pity
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And dear Mutual Forgiveness; & to become One Great Satan
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Inslavd to the most powerful Selfhood: to murder the Divine Humanity
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In whose sight all are as the dust & who chargeth his Angels with folly!
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Ah! weak & wide astray! Ah shut in narrow doleful form!
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Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground!
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The Eye of Man, a little narrow orb, closd up & dark,
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Scarcely beholding the Great Light; conversing with the [Void]:
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The Ear, a little shell, in small volutions shutting out
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True Harmonies, & comprehending great, as very small:
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The Nostrils, bent down to the earth & clos'd with senseless flesh.
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That odours cannot them expand, nor joy on them exult:
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The Tongue, a little moisture fills, a little food it cloys,
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A little sound it utters, & its cries are faintly heard.
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Therefore they are removed: therefore they have taken root
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In Egypt & Philistea: in Moab & Edom & Aram:
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In the Erythrean Sea their Uncircu[m]cision in Heart & Loins
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Be lost for ever & ever. then they shall arise from Self,
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By Self Annihilation into Jerusalems Courts & into Shiloh
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Shiloh the Masculine Emanation among the Flowers of Beulah
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Lo Shiloh dwells over France, as Jerusalem dwells over Albion
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Build & prepare a Wall & Curtain for Americas shore!
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Rush on: Rush on! Rush on! ye vegetating Sons of Albion
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The Sun shall go before you in Day: the Moon shall go
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Before you in Night. Come on! Come on! Come on! The Lord
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Jehovah is before, behind, above, beneath, around
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He has builded the arches of Albions Tomb binding the Stars
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In merciful Order, bending the Laws of Cruelty to Peace.
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He hath placed Og & Anak, the Giants of Albion for their Guards:
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Building the Body of Moses in the Valley of Peor: the Body
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Of Divine Analogy; and Og & Sihon in the tears of Balaam
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The Son of Beor, have given their power to Joshua & Caleb.
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Remove from Albion, far remove these terrible surfaces.
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They are beginning to form Heavens & Hells in immense
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Circles: the Hells for food to the Heavens: food of torment,
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Food of despair: they drink the condemnd Soul & rejoice
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In cruel holiness, in their Heavens of Chastity & Uncircumcision
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Yet they are blameless & Iniquity must be imputed only
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To the State they are enterd into that they may be deliverd:
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Satan is the State of Death, & not a Human existence:
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But Luvah is named Satan, because he has enterd that State.
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A World where Man is by Nature the enemy of Man
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Because the Evil is Created into a State. that Men
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May be deliverd time after time evermore. Amen.
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Learn therefore O Sisters to distinguish the Eternal Human
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That walks about among the stones of fire in bliss & woe
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Alternate! from those States or Worlds in which the Spirit travels:
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This is the only means to Forgiveness of Enemies[.]
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Therefore remove from Albion these terrible Surfaces
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And let wild seas & rocks close up Jerusalem away from
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The Atlantic Mountains where Giants dwelt in Intellect;
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Now given to stony Druids, and Allegoric Generation
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To the Twelve Gods of Asia, the Spectres of those who Sleep:
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Sway'd by a Providence oppos'd to the Divine Lord Jesus:
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A murderous Providence! A Creation that groans, living on Death.
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Where Fish & Bird & Beast & Man & Tree & Metal &
Stone
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Live by Devouring, going into Eternal Death continually:
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Albion is now possess'd by the War of Blood! the Sacrifice
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Of envy Albion is become, and his Emanation cast out:
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Come Lord Jesus, Lamb of God descend! for if; O Lord!
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If thou hadst been here, our brother Albion had not died.
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Arise sisters! Go ye & meet the Lord, while I remain--
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Behold the foggy mornings of the Dead on Albions cliffs!
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Ye know that if the Emanation remains in them:
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She will become an Eternal Death, an Avenger of Sin
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A Self-righteousness: the proud Virgin-Harlot! Mother of War!
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And we also & all Beulah, consume beneath Albions curse.
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So Erin spoke to the Daughters of Beulah. Shuddering
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With their wings they sat in the Furnace, in a night
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Of stars, for all the Sons of Albion appeard distant stars,
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Ascending and descending into Albions sea of death.
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And Erins lovely Bow enclos'd the Wheels of Albions Sons.
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Expanding on wing, the Daughters of Beulah replied in sweet response
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Come O thou Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin
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To Sin & to hide the Sin in sweet deceit. is lovely!!
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To Sin in the open face of day is cruel & pitiless! But
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To record the Sin for a reproach: to let the Sun go down
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In a remembrance of the Sin: is a Woe & a Horror!
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A brooder of an Evil Day, and a Sun rising in blood
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Come then O Lamb of God and take away the remembrance of Sin
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End of Chap. 2d. t292
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|The Spiritual States of
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|the Soul are all Eternal
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Rahab is an | To the Deists. |Distinguish between the
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Eternal State | |Man, & his present State
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He never can be a Friend to the Human Race who is the Preacher
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of Natural Morality or Natural Religion. he is a flatterer who
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means to betray, to perpetuate Tyrant Pride & the Laws of that
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Babylon which he foresees shall shortly be destroyed, with the
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Spiritual and not the Natural Sword: He is in the State named
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Rahab: which State must be put off before he can be the Friend of
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Man.
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You O Deists profess yourselves the Enemies of Christianity:
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and you are so: you are also the Enemies of the Human Race & of
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Universal Nature. Man is born a Spectre or Satan & is altogether
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an Evil, & requires a New Selfhood continually & must continually
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be changed into his direct Contrary. But your Greek Philosophy
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(which is a remnant of Druidism) teaches that Man is Righteous in
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his Vegetated Spectre: an Opinion of fatal & accursed consequence
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to Man, as the Ancients saw plainly by Revelation to the intire
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abrogation of
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Experimental Theory. and many believed what they saw, and
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Prophecied of Jesus.
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Man must & will have Some Religion; if he has not the Religion
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of Jesus, he will have the Religion of Satan, & will erect the
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Synagogue of Satan. calling the Prince of this World, God; and
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destroying all who do not worship Satan under the Name of God.
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Will any one say: Where are those who worship Satan under the
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Name of God! Where are they? Listen! Every Religion that Preaches
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Vengeance for Sins the Religion of the Enemy & Avenger; and not
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the Forgiver of Sin, and their God is Satan, Named by the Divine
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Name Your Religion O Deists: Deism, is the Worship of the God
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of this World by the means of what you call Natural Religion and
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Natural Philosophy, and of Natural Morality or
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Self-Righteousness, the Selfish Virtues of the Natural Heart.
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This was the Religion of the Pharises who murderd Jesus. Deism
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is the same & ends in the same.
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Voltaire Rousseau Gibbon Hume. charge the Spiritually Religious
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with Hypocrisy! but how a Monk or a Methodist either, can be a
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Hypocrite: I cannot concieve. We are Men of like passions with
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others & pretend not to be holier than others: therefore, when a
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Religious Man falls into Sin, he ought not to be calld a
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Hypocrite: this title is more properly to be given to a Player
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who falls into Sin; whose profession is Virtue & Morality & the
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making Men Self-Righteous. Foote in calling Whitefield,
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Hypocrite: was himself one: for Whitefield pretended not to be
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holier than others: but confessed his Sins before all the World;
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Voltaire! Rousseau! You cannot escape my charge that you are
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Pharisees & Hypocrites, for you are constantly talking of the
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Virtues of the Human Heart, and particularly of your own, that
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you may accuse others & especially the Religious, whose errors,
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you by this display of pretended Virtue, chiefly design to
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expose. Rousseau thought Men Good by Nature; he found them Evil
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& found no friend. Friendship cannot exist without Forgiveness
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of Sins continually. The Book written by Rousseau calld his
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Confessions is an apology & cloke for his sin & not a confession.
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But you also charge the poor Monks & Religious with being the
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causes of War: while you acquit & flatter the Alexanders &
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Caesars, the Lewis's & Fredericks: who alone are its causes & its
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actors. But the Religion of Jesus, Forgiveness of Sin, can never
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be the cause of a War nor of a single Martyrdom.
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Those who Martyr others or who cause War are Deists, but never
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can be Forgivers of Sin. The Glory of Christianity is, To
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Conquer by Forgiveness. All the Destruction therefore, in
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Christian Europe as arisen from Deism, which is Natural
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Religion.
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I saw a Monk of Charlemaine t293
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Arise before my sight
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I talkd with the Grey Monk as we stood t294
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In beams of infernal light
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Gibbon arose with a lash of steel t295
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And Voltaire with a wracking wheel
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The Schools in clouds of learning rolld t296
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Arose with War in iron & gold.
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Thou lazy Monk they sound afar t297
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In vain condemning glorious War t298
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And in your Cell you shall ever dwell t299
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Rise War & bind him in his Cell.
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The blood. red ran from the Grey Monks side
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His hands & feet were wounded wide
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His body bent, his arms & knees
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Like to the roots of ancient trees
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When Satan first the black bow bent t300
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And the Moral Law from the Gospel rent
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He forgd the Law into a Sword
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And spilld the blood of mercys Lord.
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Titus! Constantine! Charlemaine! t301
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O Voltaire! Rousseau! Gibbon! Vain
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Your Grecian Mocks & Roman Sword t302
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Against this image of his Lord!
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For a Tear is an Intellectual thing; t303
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And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King
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And the bitter groan of a Martyrs woe t304
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Is an Arrow from the Almighties Bow!
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Jerusalem
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Chap 3.
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But Los, who is the Vehicular Form of strong Urthona
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Wept vehemently over Albion where Thames currents spring
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From the rivers of Beulah; pleasant river! soft, mild, parent stream
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And the roots of Albions Tree enterd the Soul of Los
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As he sat before his Furnaces clothd in sackcloth of hair
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In gnawing pain dividing him from his Emanation;
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Inclosing all the Children of Los time after time.
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Their Giant forms condensing into Nations & Peoples & Tongues
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Translucent the Furnaces, of Beryll & Emerald immortal:
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And Seven-fold each within other: incomprehensible
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To the Vegetated Mortal Eye's perverted & single vision
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The Bellows are the Animal Lungs. the hammers, the Animal Heart
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The Furnaces, the Stomach for Digestion; terrible their fury
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Like seven burning heavens rang'd from South to North
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Here on the banks of the Thames, Los builded Golgonooza,
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Outside of the Gates of the Human Heart, beneath Beulah
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In the midst of the rocks of the Altars of Albion. In fears
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He builded it, in rage & in fury. It is the Spiritual Fourfold
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London: continually building & continually decaying desolate!
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In eternal labours: loud the Furnaces & loud the Anvils
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Of Death thunder incessant around the flaming Couches of
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The Twentyfour Friends of Albion and round the awful Four
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For the protection of the Twelve Emanations of Albions Sons
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The Mystic Union of the Emanation in the Lord; Because t306
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Man divided from his Emanation is a dark Spectre
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His Emanation is an ever-weeping melancholy Shadow
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But she is made receptive of Generation thro' mercy
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In the Potters Furnace, among the Funeral Urns of Beulah
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From Surrey hills, thro' Italy and Greece, to Hinnoms vale.
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In Great Eternity, every particular Form gives forth or Emanates
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Its own peculiar Light, & the Form is the Divine Vision
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And the Light is his Garment This is Jerusalem in every Man
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A Tent & Tabernacle of Mutual Forgiveness Male & Female Clothings.
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And Jerusalem is called Liberty among the Children of Albion
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But Albion fell down a Rocky fragment from Eternity hurld
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By his own Spectre, who is the Reasoning Power in every Man
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Into his own Chaos which is the Memory between Man & Man
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The silent broodings of deadly revenge springing from the
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All powerful parental affection, fills Albion from head to foot
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Seeing his Sons assimilate with Luvah, bound in the bonds
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Of spiritual Hate, from which springs Sexual Love as iron chains:
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He tosses like a Cloud outstretchd among Jerusalems Ruins
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Which overspread all the Earth, he groans among his ruind porches
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But the Spectre like a hoar frost & a Mildew rose over Albion
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Saying, I am God O Sons of Men! I am your Rational Power!
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Am I not Bacon & Newton & Locke who teach Humility to Man!
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Who teach Doubt & Experiment & my two Wings Voltaire: Rousseau.
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Where is that Friend of Sinners! that Rebel against my Laws!
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Who teaches Belief to the Nations, & an unknown Eternal Life
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Come hither into the Desart & turn these stones to bread.
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Vain foolish Man! wilt thou believe without Experiment?
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And build a World of Phantasy upon my Great Abyss!
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A World of Shapes in craving lust & devouring appetite
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So spoke the hard cold constrictive Spectre he is named Arthur
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Constricting into Druid Rocks round Canaan Agag & Aram & Pharoh
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Then Albion drew England into his bosom in groans & tears
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But she stretchd out her starry Night in Spaces against him. like
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A long Serpent, in the Abyss of the Spectre which augmented
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The Night with Dragon wings coverd with stars & in the Wings
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Jerusalem & Vala appeard: & above between the Wings magnificent
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The Divine Vision dimly appeard in clouds of blood weeping.
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When those who disregard all Mortal Things, saw a Mighty-One
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Among the Flowers of Beulah still retain his awful strength
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They wonderd; checking their wild flames & Many gathering
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Together into an Assembly; they said, let us go down
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And see these changes! Others said, If you do so prepare
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For being driven from our fields, what have we to do with the Dead?
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To be their inferiors or superiors we equally abhor;
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Superior, none we know: inferior none: all equal share
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Divine Benevolence & joy, for the Eternal Man
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Walketh among us, calling us his Brothers & his Friends:
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Forbidding us that Veil which Satan puts between Eve & Adam
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By which the Princes of the Dead enslave their Votaries
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Teaching them to form the Serpent of precious stones & gold
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To sieze the Sons of Jerusalem & plant them in One Mans Loins
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To make One Family of Contraries: that Joseph may be sold
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Into Egypt: for Negation; a Veil the Saviour born & dying rends.
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But others said: Let us to him who only Is, & who
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Walketh among us, give decision. bring forth all your fires!
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So saying, an eternal deed was done: in fiery flames
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The Universal Conc[l]ave raged, such thunderous sounds as never
t307
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Were sounded from a mortal cloud, nor on Mount Sinai old
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Nor in Havilah where the Cherub rolld his redounding flame.
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Loud! loud! the Mountains lifted up their voices, loud the Forests
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Rivers thunderd against their banks, loud Winds furious fought
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Cities & Nations contended in fires & clouds & tempests.
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The Seas raisd up their voices & lifted their hands on high
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The Stars in their courses fought. the Sun! Moon! Heaven! Earth.
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Contending for Albion & for Jerusalem his Emanation
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And for Shiloh, the Emanation of France & for lovely Vala.
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Then far the greatest number were about to make a Separation
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And they Elected Seven, calld the Seven Eyes of God;
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Lucifer, Molech, Elohim, Shaddai, Pahad, Jehovah, Jesus.
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They namd the Eighth. he came not, he hid in Albions Forests
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But first they said: (& their Words stood in Chariots in array
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Curbing their Tygers with golden bits & bridles of silver & ivory)
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Let the Human Organs be kept in their perfect Integrity
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At will Contracting into Worms, or Expanding into Gods
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And then behold! what are these Ulro Visions of Chastity[!]
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Then as the moss upon the tree: or dust upon the plow:
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Or as the sweat upon the labouring shoulder: or as the chaff
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Of the wheat-floor or as the dregs of the sweet wine-press
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Such are these Ulro Visions, for tho we sit down within
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The plowed furrow, listning to the weeping clods till we
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Contract or Expand Space at will: or if we raise ourselves
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Upon the chariots of the morning. Contracting or Expanding Time!
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Every one knows, we are One Family! One Man blessed for ever
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Silence remaind & every one resumd his Human Majesty
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And many conversed on these things as they labourd at the furrow
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Saying: It is better to prevent misery, than to release from misery
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It is better to prevent error, than to forgive the criminal:
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Labour well the Minute Particulars, attend to the Little-ones:
J55.52; E205|
And those who are in misery cannot remain so long
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If we do but our duty: labour well the teeming Earth.
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They Plow'd in tears, the trumpets sounded before the golden Plow
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And the voices of the Living Creatures were heard in the clouds of heaven
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Crying: Compell the Reasoner to Demonstrate with unhewn Demonstrations
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Let the Indefinite be explored. and let every Man be judged
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By his own Works, Let all Indefinites be thrown into Demonstrations
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To be pounded to dust & melted in the Furnaces of Affliction:
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He who would do good to another, must do it in Minute Particulars
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General Good is the plea of the scoundrel hypocrite flatterer:
J55.62; E205|
For Art & Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars
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And not in generalizing Demonstrations of the Rational Power.
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The Infinite alone resides in Definite & Determinate Identity
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Establishment of Truth depends on destruction of Falshood continually
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On Circumcision: not on Virginity, O Reasoners of Albion
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So cried they at the Plow. Albions Rock frowned above
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And the Great Voice of Eternity rolled above terrible in clouds
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Saying Who will go forth for us! & Who shall we send before our face?
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Then Los heaved his thund'ring Bellows on the Valley of Middlesex
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And thus he chaunted his Song: the Daughters of Albion reply.
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What may Man be? who can tell! But what may Woman be?
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To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave.
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He who is an Infant, and whose Cradle is a Manger
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Knoweth the Infant sorrow: whence it came, and where it goeth:
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And who weave it a Cradle of the grass that withereth away.
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This World is all a Cradle for the erred wandering Phantom:
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Rock'd by Year, Month, Day & Hour; and every two Moments
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Between, dwells a Daughter of Beulah, to feed the Human Vegetable
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Entune: Daughters of Albion. your hymning Chorus mildly!
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Cord of affection thrilling extatic on the iron Reel:
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To the golden Loom of Love! to the moth-labourd Woof
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A Garment and Cradle weaving for the infantine Terror:
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For fear; at entering the gate into our World of cruel
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Lamentation: it flee back & hide in Non-Entitys dark wild
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Where dwells the Spectre of Albion: destroyer of Definite Form.
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The Sun shall be a Scythed Chariot of Britain: the Moon; a Ship
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In the British Ocean! Created by Los's Hammer; measured out
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Into Days & Nights & Years & Months. to travel with my feet
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Over these desolate rocks of Albion: O daughters of despair!
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Rock the Cradle, and in mild melodies tell me where found
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What you have enwoven with so much tears & care? so much
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Tender artifice: to laugh: to weep: to learn: to know;
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Remember! recollect! what dark befel in wintry days
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O it was lost for ever! and we found it not: it came
J56.27; E206|
And wept at our wintry Door: Look! look! behold! Gwendolen
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Is become a Clod of Clay! Merlin is a Worm of the Valley!
J56.29; E206|
Then Los uttered with Hammer & Anvil: Chaunt! revoice!
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I mind not your laugh: and your frown I not fear! and
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You must my dictate obey from your gold-beam'd Looms; trill
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Gentle to Albions Watchman, on Albions mountains; reeccho
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And rock the Cradle while! Ah me! Of that Eternal Man
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And of the cradled Infancy in his bowels of compassion:
J56.35; E206|
Who fell beneath his instruments of husbandry & became
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Subservient to the clods of the furrow! the cattle and even
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The emmet and earth-Worm are his superiors & his lords.
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Then the response came warbling from trilling Looms in Albion
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We Women tremble at the light therefore: hiding fearful
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The Divine Vision with Curtain & Veil & fleshly Tabernacle
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Los utter'd: swift as the rattling thunder upon the mountains[:]
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Look back into the Church Paul! Look! Three Women around
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The Cross! O Albion why didst thou a Female Will Create?
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And the voices of Bath & Canterbury & York & Edinburgh. Cry
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Over the Plow of Nations in the strong hand of Albion thundering along
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Among the Fires of the Druid & the deep black rethundering Waters
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Of the Atlantic which poured in impetuous loud loud. louder & louder.
J57.5; E207|
And the Great Voice of the Atlantic howled over the Druid Altars:
J57.6; E207|
Weeping over his Children in Stone-henge in Maiden & Colchester.
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Round the Rocky Peak of Derbyshire London Stone & Rosamonds Bower
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What is a Wife & what is a Harlot? What is a Church? & What
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Is a Theatre? are they Two & not One? can they Exist Separate?
J57.10; E207|
Are not Religion & Politics the Same Thing? Brotherhood is Religion
J57.11; E207|
O Demonstrations of Reason Dividing Families in Cruelty & Pride!
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But Albion fled from the Divine Vision, with the Plow of Nations enflaming
J57.13; E207|
The Living Creatures maddend and Albion fell into the Furrow, and
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The Plow went over him & the Living was Plowed in among the Dead
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But his Spectre rose over the starry Plow. Albion fled beneath the Plow
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Till he came to the Rock of Ages. & he took his Seat upon the Rock.
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Wonder siezd all in Eternity! to behold the Divine Vision. open
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The Center into an Expanse, & the Center rolled out into an Expanse.
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In beauty the Daughters of Albion divide & unite at will
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Naked & drunk with blood Gwendolen dancing to the timbrel
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Of War: reeling up the Street of London she divides in twain
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Among the Inhabitants of Albion. the People fall around.
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The Daughters of Albion. divide & unite in jealousy & cruelty
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The Inhabitants of Albion at the Harvest & the Vintage
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Feel their Brain cut round beneath the temples shrieking
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Bonifying into a Scull, the Marrow exuding in dismal pain
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They flee over the rocks bonifying: Horses: Oxen: feel the knife.
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And while the Sons of Albion by severe War & Judgment, bonify
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The Hermaphroditic Condensations are divided by the Knife
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The obdurate Forms are cut asunder by jealousy & Pity.
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Rational Philosophy and Mathematic Demonstration
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Is divided in the intoxications of pleasure & affection
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Two Contraries War against each other in fury & blood,
J58.16; E207|
And Los fixes them on his Anvil, incessant his blows:
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He fixes them with strong blows. placing the stones & timbers.
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To Create a World of Generation from the World of Death:
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Dividing the Masculine & Feminine: for the comingling
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Of Albions & Luvahs Spectres was Hermaphroditic
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Urizen wrathful strode above directing the awful Building:
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As a Mighty Temple; delivering Form out of confusion[.]
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Jordan sprang beneath its threshold bubbling from beneath
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Its pillars: Euphrates ran under its arches: white sails
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And silver oars reflect on its pillars, & sound on its ecchoing
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Pavements: where walk the Sons of Jerusalem who remain Ungenerate
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But the revolving Sun and Moon pass thro its porticoes,
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Day & night, in sublime majesty & silence they revolve
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And shine glorious within! Hand & Koban archd over the Sun
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In the hot noon, as he traveld thro his journey; Hyle & Skofield
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Archd over the Moon at midnight & Los Fixd them there,
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With his thunderous Hammer; terrified the Spectres rage & flee
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Canaan is his portico; Jordan is a fountain in his porch;
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A fountain of milk & wine to relieve the traveller:
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Egypt is the eight steps within. Ethiopia supports his pillars;
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Lybia & the Lands unknown. are the ascent without;
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Within is Asia & Greece, ornamented with exquisite art:
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Persia & Media are his halls: his inmost hall is Great Tartary.
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China & India & Siberia are his temples for entertainment
J58.40; E208|
Poland & Russia & Sweden, his soft retired chambers
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France & Spain & Italy & Denmark & Holland & Germany
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Are the temples among his pillars. Britain is Los's Forge;
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America North & South are his baths of living waters.
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Such is the Ancient World of Urizen in the Satanic Void
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Created from the Valley of Middlesex by Londons River
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From Stone-henge and from London Stone, from Cornwall to Cathnes
J58.47; E208|
The Four Zoa's rush around on all sides in dire ruin
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Furious in pride of Selfhood the terrible Spectres of Albion
J58.49; E208|
Rear their dark Rocks among the Stars of God: stupendous
J58.50; E208|
Works! A World of Generation continually Creating; out of
J58.51; E208|
The Hermaphroditic Satanic World of rocky destiny.
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And formed into Four precious stones. for enterance from Beulah
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For the Veil of Vala which Albion cast into the Atlantic Deep
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To catch the Souls of the Dead: began to Vegetate & Petrify
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Around the Earth of Albion. among the Roots of his Tree
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This Los formed into the Gates & mighty Wall, between the Oak
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Of Weeping & the Palm of Suffering beneath Albions Tomb,
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Thus in process of time it became the beautiful Mundane Shell,
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The Habitation of the Spectres of the Dead & the Place
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Of Redemption & of awaking again into Eternity
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For Four Universes round the Mundane Egg remain Chaotic
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One to the North; Urthona: One to the South; Urizen:
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One to the East: Luvah: One to the West, Tharmas;
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They are the Four Zoas that stood around the Throne Divine
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Verulam: London: York & Edinburgh: their English names
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But when Luvah assumed the World of Urizen Southward
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And Albion was slain upon his Mountains & in his Tent.
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All fell towards the Center, sinking downwards in dire ruin,
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In the South remains a burning Fire: in the East. a Void
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In the West, a World of raging Waters: in the North; solid Darkness
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Unfathomable without end: but in the midst of these
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Is Built eternally the sublime Universe of Los & Enitharmon
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And in the North Gate, in the West of the North. toward Beulah
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Cathedrons Looms are builded. and Los's Furnaces in the South
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A wondrous golden Building immense with ornaments sublime
J59.25; E209|
Is bright Cathedrons golden Hall, its Courts Towers & Pinnacles
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And one Daughter of Los sat at the fiery Reel & another
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Sat at the shining Loom with her Sisters attending round
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Terrible their distress & their sorrow cannot be utterd
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And another Daughter of Los sat at the Spinning Wheel
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Endless their labour, with bitter food. void of sleep,
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Tho hungry they labour: they rouze themselves anxious
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Hour after hour labouring at the whirling Wheel
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Many Wheels & as many lovely Daughters sit weeping
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Yet the intoxicating delight that they take in their work
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Obliterates every other evil; none pities their tears
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Yet they regard not pity & they expect no one to pity
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For they labour for life & love, regardless of any one
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But the poor Spectres that they work for, always incessantly
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They are mockd, by every one that passes by. they regard not
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They labour; & when their Wheels are broken by scorn & malice
J59.41; E209|
They mend them sorrowing with many tears & afflictions.
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Other Daughters Weave on the Cushion & Pillow, Network fine
J59.43; E209|
That Rahab & Tirzah may exist & live & breathe & love
J59.44; E209|
Ah, that it could be as the Daughters of Beulah wish!
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Other Daughters of Los, labouring at Looms less fine
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Create the Silk-worm & the Spider & the Catterpiller
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To assist in their most grievous work of pity & compassion
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And others Create the wooly Lamb & the downy Fowl
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To assist in the work: the Lamb bleats: the Sea-fowl cries
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Men understand not the distress & the labour & sorrow
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That in the Interior Worlds is carried on in fear & trembling
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Weaving the shuddring fears & loves of Albions Families
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Thunderous rage the Spindles of iron. & the iron Distaff
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Maddens in the fury of their hands, Weaving in bitter tears
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The Veil of Goats-hair & Purple & Scarlet & fine twined Linen
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The clouds of Albions Druid Temples rage in the eastern heaven
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While Los sat terrified beholding Albions Spectre who is Luvah
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Spreading in bloody veins in torments over Europe & Asia;
J60.4; E210|
Not yet formed but a wretched torment unformed & abyssal
J60.5; E210|
In flaming fire; within the Furnaces the Divine Vision appeard
J60.6; E210|
On Albions hills: often walking from the Furnaces in clouds
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And flames among the Druid Temples & the Starry Wheels
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Gatherd Jerusalems Children in his arms & bore them like
J60.9; E210|
A Shepherd in the night of Albion which overspread all the Earth
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I gave thee liberty and life O lovely Jerusalem
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And thou hast bound me down upon the Stems of Vegetation
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I gave thee Sheep-walks upon the Spanish Mountains Jerusalem
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I gave thee Priams City and the Isles of Grecia lovely!
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I gave thee Hand & Scofield & the Counties of Albion:
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They spread forth like a lovely root into the Garden of God:
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They were as Adam before me: united into One Man,
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They stood in innocence & their skiey tent reachd over Asia
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To Nimrods Tower to Ham & Canaan walking with Mizraim
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Upon the Egyptian Nile, with solemn songs to Grecia
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And sweet Hesperia even to Great Chaldea & Tesshina
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Following thee as a Shepherd by the Four Rivers of Eden
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Why wilt thou rend thyself apart, Jerusalem?
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And build this Babylon & sacrifice in secret Groves,
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Among the Gods of Asia: among the fountains of pitch & nitre
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Therefore thy Mountains are become barren Jerusalem!
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Thy Valleys, Plains of burning sand. thy Rivers: waters of death
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Thy Villages die of the Famine and thy Cities
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Beg bread from house to house, lovely Jerusalem
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Why wilt thou deface thy beauty & the beauty of thy little-ones
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To please thy Idols, in the pretended chastities of Uncircumcision[?]
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Thy Sons are lovelier than Egypt or Assyria; wherefore
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Dost thou blacken their beauty by a Secluded place of rest.
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And a peculiar Tabernacle, to cut the integuments of beauty
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Into veils of tears and sorrows O lovely Jerusalem!
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They have perswaded thee to this, therefore their end shall come
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And I will lead thee thro the Wilderness in shadow of my cloud
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And in my love I will lead thee, lovely Shadow of Sleeping Albion.
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This is the Song of the Lamb, sung by Slaves in evening time.
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But Jerusalem faintly saw him, closd in the Dungeons of Babylon
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Her Form was held by Beulahs Daughters. but all within unseen
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She sat at the Mills, her hair unbound her feet naked
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Cut with the flints: her tears run down, her reason grows like
J60.43; E210|
The Wheel of Hand. incessant turning day & night without rest
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Insane she raves upon the winds hoarse, inarticulate:
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All night Vala hears. she triumphs in pride of holiness
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To see Jerusalem deface her lineaments with bitter blows
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Of despair. while the Satanic Holiness triumphd in Vala
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In a Religion of Chastity & Uncircumcised Selfishness
J60.49; E211|
Both of the Head & Heart & Loins, closd up in Moral Pride.
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But the Divine Lamb stood beside Jerusalem. oft she saw
J60.51; E211|
The lineaments Divine & oft the Voice heard, & oft she said:
J60.52; E211|
O Lord & Saviour, have the Gods of the Heathen pierced thee?
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Or hast thou been pierced in the House of thy Friends?
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Art thou alive! & livest thou for-evermore? or art thou
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Not: but a delusive shadow, a thought that liveth not. t311
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Babel mocks saying, there is no God nor Son of God
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That thou O Human Imagination, O Divine Body art all
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A delusion. but I know thee O Lord when thou arisest upon
J60.59; E211|
My weary eyes even in this dungeon & this iron mill.
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The Stars of Albion cruel rise; thou bindest to sweet influences:
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For thou also sufferest with me altho I behold thee not;
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And altho I sin & blaspheme thy holy name, thou pitiest me;
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Because thou knowest I am deluded by the turning mills.
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And by these visions of pity & love because of Albions death.
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Thus spake Jerusalem, & thus the Divine Voice replied.
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Mild Shade of Man, pitiest thou these Visions of terror & woe!
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Give forth thy pity & love. fear not! lo I am with thee always.
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Only believe in me that I have power to raise from death
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Thy Brother who Sleepeth in Albion: fear not trembling Shade
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Behold: in the Visions of Elohim Jehovah, behold Joseph & Mary
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And be comforted O Jerusalem in the Visions of Jehovah Elohim
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She looked & saw Joseph the Carpenter in Nazareth & Mary
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His espoused Wife. And Mary said, If thou put me away from thee
J61.5; E211|
Dost thou not murder me? Joseph spoke in anger & fury. Should I
J61.6; E211|
Marry a Harlot & an Adulteress? Mary answerd, Art thou more pure
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Than thy Maker who forgiveth Sins & calls again Her that is Lost
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Tho She hates. he calls her again in love. I love my dear Joseph
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But he driveth me away from his presence. yet I hear the voice of God
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In the voice of my Husband. tho he is angry for a moment, he will not
J61.11; E211|
Utterly cast me away. if I were pure, never could I taste the sweets
J61.12; E211|
Of the Forgive[ne]ss of Sins! if I were holy! I never could behold the
tears
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Of love! of him who loves me in the midst of his anger in furnace of fire.
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Ah my Mary: said Joseph: weeping over & embracing her closely in
J61.15; E211|
His arms: Doth he forgive Jerusalem & not exact Purity from her who
is
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Polluted. I heard his voice in my sleep O his Angel in my dream:
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Saying, Doth Jehovah Forgive a Debt only on condition that it shall
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Be Payed? Doth he Forgive Pollution only on conditions of Purity
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That Debt is not Forgiven! That Pollution is not Forgiven
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Such is the Forgiveness of the Gods, the Moral Virtues of the
J61.21; E212|
Heathen, whose tender Mercies are Cruelty. But Jehovahs Salvation
J61.22; E212|
Is without Money & without Price, in the Continual Forgiveness of Sins
J61.23; E212|
In the Perpetual Mutual Sacrifice in Great Eternity! for behold!
J61.24; E212|
There is none that liveth & Sinneth not! And this is the Covenant
J61.25; E212|
Of Jehovah: If you Forgive one-another, so shall Jehovah Forgive You:
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That He Himself may Dwell among You. Fear not then to take
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To thee Mary thy Wife, for she is with Child by the Holy Ghost
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Then Mary burst forth into a Song! she flowed like a River of
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Many Streams in the arms of Joseph & gave forth her tears of joy
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Like many waters, and Emanating into gardens & palaces upon
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Euphrates & to forests & floods & animals wild & tame from
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Gihon to Hiddekel, & to corn fields & villages & inhabitants
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Upon Pison & Arnon & Jordan. And I heard the voice among
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The Reapers Saying, Am I Jerusalem the lost Adulteress? or am I
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Babylon come up to Jerusalem? And another voice answerd Saying
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Does the voice of my Lord call me again? am I pure thro his Mercy
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And Pity. Am I become lovely as a Virgin in his sight who am
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Indeed a Harlot drunken with the Sacrifice of Idols does he
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Call her pure as he did in the days of her Infancy when She
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Was cast out to the loathing of her person. The Chaldean took
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Me from my Cradle. The Amalekite stole me away upon his Camels
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Before I had ever beheld with love the Face of Jehovah; or known
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That there was a God of Mercy: O Mercy O Divine Humanity!
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O Forgiveness & Pity & Compassion! If I were Pure I should never
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Have known Thee; If I were Unpolluted I should never have
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Glorified thy Holiness, or rejoiced in thy great Salvation.
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Mary leaned her side against Jerusalem, Jerusalem recieved
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The Infant into her hands in the Visions of Jehovah. Times passed on
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Jerusalem fainted over the Cross & Sepulcher She heard the voice
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Wilt thou make Rome thy Patriarch Druid & the Kings of Europe his
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Horsemen? Man in the Resurrection changes his Sexual Garments at will
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Every Harlot was once a Virgin: every Criminal an Infant Love!
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Repose on me till the morning of the Grave. I am thy life.
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Jerusalem replied. I am an outcast: Albion is dead!
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I am left to the trampling foot & the spurning heel!
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A Harlot I am calld. I am sold from street to street!
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I am defaced with blows & with the dirt of the Prison!
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And wilt thou become my Husband O my Lord & Saviour?
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Shall Vala bring thee forth! shall the Chaste be ashamed also?
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I see the Maternal Line, I behold the Seed of the Woman!
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Cainah, & Ada & Zillah & Naamah Wife of Noah.
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Shuahs daughter & Tamar & Rahab the Canaanites:
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Ruth the Moabite & Bathsheba of the daughters of Heth
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Naamah the Ammonite, Zibeah the Philistine, & Mary
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These are the Daughters of Vala, Mother of the Body of death
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But I thy Magdalen behold thy Spiritual Risen Body
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Shall Albion arise? I know he shall arise at the Last Day!
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I know that in my flesh I shall see God: but Emanations
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Are weak. they know not whence they are, nor whither tend.
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Jesus replied. I am the Resurrection & the Life.
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I Die & pass the limits of possibility, as it appears
J62.20; E213|
To individual perception. Luvah must be Created
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And Vala; for I cannot leave them in the gnawing Grave.
J62.22; E213|
But will prepare a way for my banished-ones to return
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Come now with me into the villages. walk thro all the cities.
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Tho thou art taken to prison & judgment, starved in the streets
J62.25; E213|
I will command the cloud to give thee food & the hard rock
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To flow with milk & wine, tho thou seest me not a season
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Even a long season & a hard journey & a howling wilderness!
J62.28; E213|
Tho Valas cloud hide thee & Luvahs fires follow thee!
J62.29; E213|
Only believe & trust in me, Lo. I am always with thee!
J62.30; E213|
So spoke the Lamb of God while Luvahs Cloud reddening above
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Burst forth in streams of blood upon the heavens & dark night
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Involvd Jerusalem. & the Wheels of Albions Sons turnd hoarse
J62.33; E213|
Over the Mountains & the fires blaz'd on Druid Altars
J62.34; E213|
And the Sun set in Tyburns Brook where Victims howl & cry.
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But Los beheld the Divine Vision among the flames of the Furnaces
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Therefore he lived & breathed in hope. but his tears fell incessant
J62.37; E213|
Because his Children were closd from him apart: & Enitharmon
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Dividing in fierce pain: also the Vision of God was closd in clouds
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Of Albions Spectres, that Los in despair oft sat, & often ponderd
J62.40; E213|
On Death Eternal in fierce shudders upon the mountains of Albion
J62.41; E213|
Walking: & in the vales in howlings fierce, then to his Anvils
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Turning, anew began his labours, tho in terrible pains!
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Jehovah stood among the Druids in the Valley of Annandale
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When the Four Zoas of Albion, the Four Living Creatures, the Cherubim
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Of Albion tremble before the Spectre, in the starry likeness of the Plow
J63.4; E213|
Of Nations. And their Names are Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas &
Urthona
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Luvah slew Tharmas the Angel of the Tongue & Albion brought him
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To Justice in his own City of Paris, denying the Resurrection
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Then Vala the Wife of Albion, who is the Daughter of Luvah
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Took vengeance Twelve-fold among the Chaotic Rocks of the Druids
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Where the Human Victims howl to the Moon & Thor & Friga
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Dance the dance of death contending with Jehovah among the Cherubim.
J63.11; E214|
The Chariot Wheels filled with Eyes rage along the howling Valley
J63.12; E214|
In the Dividing of Reuben & Benjamin bleeding from Chesters River
J63.13; E214|
The Giants & the Witches & the Ghosts of Albion dance with
J63.14; E214|
Thor & Friga, & the Fairies lead the Moon along the Valley of Cherubim
J63.15; E214|
Bleeding in torrents from Mountain to Mountain, a lovely Victim
J63.16; E214|
And Jehovah stood in the Gates of the Victim, & he appeared
J63.17; E214|
A weeping Infant in the Gates of Birth in the midst of Heaven
J63.18; E214|
The Cities & Villages of Albion became Rock & Sand Unhumanized
J63.19; E214|
The Druid Sons of Albion & the Heavens a Void around unfathomable
J63.20; E214|
No Human Form but Sexual & a little weeping Infant pale reflected
J63.21; E214|
Multitudinous in the Looking Glass of Enitharmon, on all sides
J63.22; E214|
Around in the clouds of the Female, on Albions Cliffs of the Dead
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Such the appearance in Cheviot: in the Divisions of Reuben
J63.24; E214|
When the Cherubim hid their heads under their wings in deep slumbers
J63.25; E214|
When the Druids demanded Chastity from Woman & all was lost.
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How can the Female be Chaste O thou stupid Druid Cried Los
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Without the Forgiveness of Sins in the merciful clouds of Jehovah
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And without the Baptism of Repentance to wash away Calumnies. and
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The Accusations of Sin that each may be Pure in their Neighbours sight
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O when shall Jehovah give us Victims from his Flocks & Herds
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Instead of Human Victims by the Daughters of Albion & Canaan
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Then laugh'd Gwendolen & her laughter shook the Nations & Familys
of
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The Dead beneath Beulah from Tyburn to Golgotha, and from
J63.34; E214|
Ireland to Japan. furious her Lions & Tygers & Wolves sport before
J63.35; E214|
Los on the Thames & Medway. London & Canterbury groan in pain
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Los knew not yet what was done: he thought it was all in Vision
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In Visions of the Dreams of Beulah among the Daughters of Albion
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Therefore the Murder was put apart in the Looking-Glass of Enitharmon
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He saw in Vala's hand the Druid Knife of Revenge & the Poison Cup
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Of Jealousy, and thought it a Poetic Vision of the Atmospheres
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Till Canaan rolld apart from Albion across the Rhine: along the Danube
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And all the Land of Canaan suspended over the Valley of Cheviot
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From Bashan to Tyre & from Troy to Gaza of the Amalekite
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And Reuben fled with his head downwards among the Caverns
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Of the Mundane Shell which froze on all sides round Canaan on
J64.2; E215|
The vast Expanse: where the Daughters of Albion Weave the Web
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Of Ages & Generations, folding & unfolding it, like a Veil of Cherubim
J64.4; E215|
And sometimes it touches the Earths summits, & sometimes spreads
J64.5; E215|
Abroad into the Indefinite Spectre, who is the Rational Power.
J64.6; E215|
Then All the Daughters of Albion became One before Los: even Vala!
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And she put forth her hand upon the Looms in dreadful howlings
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Till she vegetated into a hungry Stomach & a devouring Tongue.
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Her Hand is a Court of Justice, her Feet: two Armies in Battle
J64.10; E215|
Storms & Pestilence: in her Locks: & in her Loins Earthquake.
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And Fire. & the Ruin of Cities & Nations & Families & Tongues
J64.12; E215|
She cries: The Human is but a Worm, & thou O Male: Thou art
J64.13; E215|
Thyself Female, a Male: a breeder of Seed: a Son & Husband: & Lo.
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The Human Divine is Womans Shadow, a Vapor in the summers heat
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Go assume Papal dignity thou Spectre, thou Male Harlot! Arthur
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Divide into the Kings of Europe in times remote O Woman-born
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And Woman-nourishd & Woman-educated & Woman-scorn'd!
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Wherefore art thou living? said Los, & Man cannot live in thy presence
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Art thou Vala the Wife of Albion O thou lovely Daughter of Luvah
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All Quarrels arise from Reasoning. the secret Murder, and
J64.21; E215|
The violent Man-slaughter. these are the Spectres double Cave
J64.22; E215|
The Sexual Death living on accusation of Sin & judgment
J64.23; E215|
To freeze Love & Innocence into the gold & silver of the Merchant
J64.24; E215|
Without Forgiveness of Sin Love is Itself Eternal Death
J64.25; E215|
Then the Spectre drew Vala into his bosom magnificent terrific
J64.26; E215|
Glittering with precious stones & gold, with Garments of blood &
fire
J64.27; E215|
He wept in deadly wrath of the Spectre, in self-contradicting agony
J64.28; E215|
Crimson with Wrath & green with jealousy dazling with Love
J64.29; E215|
And jealousy immingled & the purple of the violet darkend deep
J64.30; E215|
Over the Plow of Nations thundring in the hand of Albions Spectre
J64.31; E215|
A dark Hermaphrodite they stood frowning upon Londons River
J64.32; E215|
And the Distaff & Spindle in the hands of Vala with the Flax of
J64.33; E215|
Human Miseries turnd fierce with the Lives of Men along the Valley
J64.34; E215|
As Reuben fled before the Daughters of Albion Taxing the Nations
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Derby Peak yawnd a horrid Chasm at the Cries of Gwendolen, & at
J64.36; E216|
The stamping feet of Ragan upon the flaming Treddles of her Loom
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That drop with crimson gore with the Loves of Albion & Canaan
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Opening along the Valley of Rephaim, weaving over the Caves of Machpelah
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To decide Two Worlds with a great decision: a World of Mercy, and
J65.2; E216|
A World of Justice: the World of Mercy for Salvation
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To cast Luvah into the Wrath, and Albion into the Pity
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In the Two Contraries of Humanity & in the Four Regions.
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For in the depths of Albions bosom in the eastern heaven,
J65.6; E216|
They sound the clarions strong! they chain the howling Captives!
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They cast the lots into the helmet: they give the oath of blood in Lambeth
J65.8; E216|
They vote the death of Luvah, & they naild him to Albions Tree in Bath:
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They staind him with poisonous blue, they inwove him in cruel roots
J65.10; E216|
To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with vegetation
J65.11; E216|
The sun was black & the moon rolld a useless globe thro Britain!
J65.12; E216|
Then left the Sons of Urizen the plow & harrow, the loom
J65.13; E216|
The hammer & the chisel, & the rule & compasses; from London
fleeing
J65.14; E216|
They forg'd the sword on Cheviot, the chariot of war & the battle-ax,
J65.15; E216|
The trumpet fitted to mortal battle, & the flute of summer in Annandale
J65.16; E216|
And all the Arts of Life. they changd into the Arts of Death in Albion.
J65.17; E216|
The hour-glass contemnd because its simple workmanship.
J65.18; E216|
Was like the workmanship of the plowman, & the water wheel,
J65.19; E216|
That raises water into cisterns: broken & burnd with fire:
J65.20; E216|
Because its workmanship. was like the workmanship of the shepherd.
J65.21; E216|
And in their stead, intricate wheels invented, wheel without wheel:
J65.22; E216|
To perplex youth in their outgoings, & to bind to labours in Albion
J65.23; E216|
Of day & night the myriads of eternity that they may grind
J65.24; E216|
And polish brass & iron hour after hour laborious task!
J65.25; E216|
Kept ignorant of its use, that they might spend the days of wisdom
J65.26; E216|
In sorrowful drudgery, to obtain a scanty pittance of bread:
J65.27; E216|
In ignorance to view a small portion & think that All,
J65.28; E216|
And call it Demonstration: blind to all the simple rules of life.
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Now: now the battle rages round thy tender limbs O Vala
J65.30; E216|
Now smile among thy bitter tears: now put on all thy beauty
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Is not the wound of the sword sweet! & the broken bone delightful?
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Wilt thou now smile among the scythes when the wounded groan in the field[?]
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We were carried away in thousands from London; & in tens
J65.34; E216|
Of thousands from Westminster & Marybone in ships closd up:
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Chaind hand & foot, compelld to fight under the iron whips
J65.36; E217|
Of our captains; fearing our officers more than the enemy.
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Lift up thy blue eyes Vala & put on thy sapphire shoes:
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O melancholy Magdalen behold the morning over Malden break;
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Gird on thy flaming zone, descend into the sepulcher of Canterbury.
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Scatter the blood from thy golden brow, the tears from thy silver locks:
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Shake off the waters from thy wings! & the dust from thy white garments
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Remember all thy feigned terrors on the secret couch of Lambeths Vale
J65.43; E217|
When the sun rose in glowing morn, with arms of mighty hosts
J65.44; E217|
Marching to battle who was wont to rise with Urizens harps
J65.45; E217|
Girt as a sower with his seed to scatter life abroad over Albion:
J65.46; E217|
Arise O Vala! bring the bow of Urizen: bring the swift arrows of light.
J65.47; E217|
How rag'd the golden horses of Urizen, compelld to the chariot of love!
J65.48; E217|
Compelld to leave the plow to the ox, to snuff up the winds of desolation
J65.49; E217|
To trample the corn fields in boastful neighings: this is no gentle harp
J65.50; E217|
This is no warbling brook, nor shadow of a mirtle tree:
J65.51; E217|
But blood and wounds and dismal cries, and shadows of the oak:
J65.52; E217|
And hearts laid open to the light, by the broad grizly sword:
J65.53; E217|
And bowels hid in hammerd steel rip'd quivering on the ground.
J65.54; E217|
Call forth thy smiles of soft deceit: call forth thy cloudy tears:
J65.55; E217|
We hear thy sighs in trumpets shrill when morn shall blood renew.
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So sang the Spectre Sons of Albion round Luvahs Stone of Trial:
J65.57; E217|
Mocking and deriding at the writhings of their Victim on Salisbury:
J65.58; E217|
Drinking his Emanation in intoxicating bliss rejoicing in Giant dance;
J65.59; E217|
For a Spectre has no Emanation but what he imbibes from decieving
J65.60; E217|
A Victim! Then he becomes her Priest & she his Tabernacle.
J65.61; E217|
And his Oak Grove, till the Victim rend the woven Veil.
J65.62; E217|
In the end of his sleep when Jesus calls him from his grave
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Howling the Victims on the Druid Altars yield their souls
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To the stern Warriors: lovely sport the Daughters round their Victims;
J65.65; E217|
Drinking their lives in sweet intoxication. hence arose from Bath
J65.66; E217|
Soft deluding odours, in spiral volutions intricately winding
J65.67; E217|
Over Albions mountains, a feminine indefinite cruel delusion.
J65.68; E217|
Astonishd: terrified & in pain & torment. Sudden they behold
J65.69; E217|
Their own Parent the Emanation of their murderd Enemy
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Become their Emanation and their Temple and Tabernacle
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They knew not. this Vala was their beloved Mother Vala Albions Wife.
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Terrified at the sight of the Victim: at his distorted sinews!
J65.73; E217|
The tremblings of Vala vibrate thro' the limbs of Albions Sons:
J65.74; E217|
While they rejoice over Luvah in mockery & bitter scorn:
J65.75; E217|
Sudden they become like what they behold in howlings & deadly pain.
J65.76; E217|
Spasms smite their features, sinews & limbs: pale they look on one
another.
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They turn, contorted: their iron necks bend unwilling towards
J65.78; E218|
Luvah: their lips tremble: their muscular fibres are crampd & smitten
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They become like what they behold! Yet immense in strength & power,
J66.1; E218|
In awful pomp & gold, in all the precious unhewn stones of Eden
J66.2; E218|
They build a stupendous Building on the Plain of Salisbury; with chains
J66.3; E218|
Of rocks round London Stone: of Reasonings: of unhewn Demonstrations
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In labyrinthine arches. (Mighty Urizen the Architect.) thro which
J66.5; E218|
The Heavens might revolve & Eternity be bound in their chain.
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Labour unparallelld! a wondrous rocky World of cruel destiny
J66.7; E218|
Rocks piled on rocks reaching the stars: stretching from pole to pole.
J66.8; E218|
The Building is Natural Religion & its Altars Natural Morality
J66.9; E218|
A building of eternal death: whose proportions are eternal despair
J66.10; E218|
Here Vala stood turning the iron Spindle of destruction
J66.11; E218|
From heaven to earth: howling! invisible! but not invisible
J66.12; E218|
Her Two Covering Cherubs afterwards named Voltaire & Rousseau:
J66.13; E218|
Two frowning Rocks: on each side of the Cove & Stone of Torture:
J66.14; E218|
Frozen Sons of the feminine Tabernacle of Bacon, Newton & Locke.
J66.15; E218|
For Luvah is France: the Victim of the Spectres of Albion.
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Los beheld in terror: he pour'd his loud storms on the Furnaces:
J66.17; E218|
The Daughters of Albion clothed in garments of needle work
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Strip them off from their shoulders and bosoms, they lay aside
J66.19; E218|
Their garments; they sit naked upon the Stone of trial.
J66.20; E218|
The Knife of flint passes over the howling Victim: his blood
J66.21; E218|
Gushes & stains the fair side of the fair Daug[h]ters of Albion.
J66.22; E218|
They put aside his curls; they divide his seven locks upon
J66.23; E218|
His forehead: they bind his forehead with thorns of iron
J66.24; E218|
They put into his hand a reed, they mock: Saying: Behold
J66.25; E218|
The King of Canaan whose are seven hundred chariots of iron!
J66.26; E218|
They take off his vesture whole with their Knives of flint:
J66.27; E218|
But they cut asunder his inner garments: searching with
J66.28; E218|
Their cruel fingers for his heart, & there they enter in pomp,
J66.29; E218|
In many tears; & there they erect a temple & an altar:
J66.30; E218|
They pour cold water on his brain in front, to cause.
J66.31; E218|
Lids to grow over his eyes in veils of tears: and caverns
J66.32; E218|
To freeze over his nostrils, while they feed his tongue from cups
J66.33; E218|
And dishes of painted clay. Glowing with beauty & cruelty:
J66.34; E218|
They obscure the sun & the moon; no eye can look upon them.
J66.35; E218|
Ah! alas! at the sight of the Victim, & at sight of those who are smitten,
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All who see. become what they behold. their eyes are coverd
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With veils of tears and their nostrils & tongues shrunk up
J66.38; E218|
Their ear bent outwards. as their Victim, so are they in the pangs
J66.39; E218|
Of unconquerable fear! amidst delights of revenge Earth-shaking!
J66.40; E219|
And as their eye & ear shrunk, the heavens shrunk away
J66.41; E219|
The Divine Vision became First a burning flame, then a column
J66.42; E219|
Of fire, then an awful fiery wheel surrounding earth & heaven:
J66.43; E219|
And then a globe of blood wandering distant in all unknown night:
J66.44; E219|
Afar into the unknown night the mountains fled away:
J66.45; E219|
Six months of mortality; a summer: & six months of mortality; a winter:
J66.46; E219|
The Human form began to be alterd by the Daughters of Albion
J66.47; E219|
And the perceptions to be dissipated into the Indefinite. Becoming
J66.48; E219|
A mighty Polypus nam'd Albions Tree: they tie the Veins
J66.49; E219|
And Nerves into two knots: & the Seed into a double knot:
J66.50; E219|
They look forth: the Sun is shrunk: the Heavens are shrunk
J66.51; E219|
Away into the far remote: and the Trees & Mountains witherd
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Into indefinite cloudy shadows in darkness & separation.
J66.53; E219|
By Invisible hatreds adjoind, they seem remote and separate
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From each other; and yet are a Mighty Polypus in the Deep!
J66.55; E219|
As the Misletoe grows on the Oak, so Albions Tree on Eternity: Lo!
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He who will not comingle in Love, must be adjoind by Hate
J66.57; E219|
They look forth from Stone-henge! from the Cove round London Stone
J66.58; E219|
They look on one another: the mountain calls out to the mountain:
J66.59; E219|
Plinlimmon shrunk away: Snowdon trembled: the mountains
J66.60; E219|
Of Wales & Scotland beheld the descending War: the routed flying:
J66.61; E219|
Red run the streams of Albion: Thames is drunk with blood:
J66.62; E219|
As Gwendolen cast the shuttle of war: as Cambel returnd the beam.
J66.63; E219|
The Humber & the Severn: are drunk with the blood of the slain:
J66.64; E219|
London feels his brain cut round: Edinburghs heart is circumscribed!
J66.65; E219|
York & Lincoln hide among the flocks, because of the griding Knife.
J66.66; E219|
Worcester & Hereford: Oxford & Cambridge reel & stagger,
J66.67; E219|
Overwearied with howling: Wales & Scotland alone sustain the fight!
J66.68; E219|
The inhabitants are sick to death: they labour to divide into Days
J66.69; E219|
And Nights, the uncertain Periods: and into Weeks & Months. In vain
J66.70; E219|
They send the Dove & Raven: & in vain the Serpent over the mountains.
J66.71; E219|
And in vain the Eagle & Lion over the four-fold wilderness.
J66.72; E219|
They return not: but generate in rocky places desolate.
J66.73; E219|
They return not; but build a habitation separate from Man.
J66.74; E219|
The Sun forgets his course like a drunken man; he hesitates,
J66.75; E219|
Upon the Cheselden hills, thinking to sleep on the Severn
J66.76; E219|
In vain: he is hurried afar into an unknown Night
J66.77; E219|
He bleeds in torrents of blood as he rolls thro heaven above
J66.78; E219|
He chokes up the paths of the sky; the Moon is leprous as snow:
J66.79; E219|
Trembling & descending down seeking to rest upon high Mona:
J66.80; E219|
Scattering her leprous snows in flakes of disease over Albion.
J66.81; E219|
The Stars flee remote: the heaven is iron, the earth is sulphur,
J66.82; E219|
And all the mountains & hills shrink up like a withering gourd,
J66.83; E219|
As the Senses of Men shrink together under the Knife of flint,
J66.84; E219|
In the hands of Albions Daughters, among the Druid Temples.
J67.1; E220|
By those who drink their blood & the blood of their Covenant
J67.2; E220|
And the Twelve Daughters of Albion united in Rahab & Tirzah
J67.3; E220|
A Double Female: and they drew out from the Rocky Stones
J67.4; E220|
Fibres of Life to Weave[,] for every Female is a Golden Loom
J67.5; E220|
The Rocks are opake hardnesses covering all Vegetated things
J67.6; E220|
And as they Wove & Cut from the Looms in various divisions
J67.7; E220|
Stretching over Europe & Asia from Ireland to Japan
J67.8; E220|
They divided into many lovely Daughters to be counterparts
J67.9; E220|
To those they Wove, for when they Wove a Male, they divided
J67.10; E220|
Into a Female to the Woven Male. in opake hardness
J67.11; E220|
They cut the Fibres from the Rocks groaning in pain they Weave;
J67.12; E220|
Calling the Rocks Atomic Origins of Existence; denying Eternity
J67.13; E220|
By the Atheistical Epicurean Philosophy of Albions Tree
J67.14; E220|
Such are the Feminine & Masculine when separated from Man
J67.15; E220|
They call the Rocks Parents of Men, & adore the frowning Chaos
J67.16; E220|
Dancing around in howling pain clothed in the bloody Veil.
J67.17; E220|
Hiding Albions Sons within the Veil, closing Jerusalems
J67.18; E220|
Sons without; to feed with their Souls the Spectres of Albion
J67.19; E220|
Ashamed to give Love openly to the piteous & merciful Man
J67.20; E220|
Counting him an imbecile mockery: but the Warrior
J67.21; E220|
They adore: & his revenge cherish with the blood of the Innocent
J67.22; E220|
They drink up Dan & Gad, to feed with milk Skofeld & Kotope
J67.23; E220|
They strip off Josephs Coat & dip it in the blood of battle
J67.24; E220|
Tirzah sits weeping to hear the shrieks of the dying: her Knife
J67.25; E220|
Of flint is in her hand: she passes it over the howling Victim
J67.26; E220|
The Daughters Weave their Work in loud cries over the Rock
J67.27; E220|
Of Horeb! still eyeing Albions Cliffs eagerly siezing & twisting
J67.28; E220|
The threads of Vala & Jerusalem running from mountain to mountain
J67.29; E220|
Over the whole Earth: loud the Warriors rage in Beth Peor
J67.30; E220|
Beneath the iron whips of their Captains & consecrated banners
J67.31; E220|
Loud the Sun & Moon rage in the conflict: loud the Stars
J67.32; E220|
Shout in the night of battle & their spears grow to their hands
J67.33; E220|
With blood, weaving the deaths of the Mighty into a Tabernacle
J67.34; E220|
For Rahab & Tirzah; till the Great Polypus of Generation coverd the
Earth
J67.35; E220|
In Verulam the Polypus's Head, winding around his bulk
J67.36; E220|
Thro Rochester, and Chichester, & Exeter & Salisbury,
J67.37; E220|
To Bristol: & his Heart beat strong on Salisbury Plain
J67.38; E220|
Shooting out Fibres round the Earth, thro Gaul & Italy
J67.39; E220|
And Greece, & along the Sea of Rephaim into Judea
J67.40; E220|
To Sodom & Gomorrha: thence to India, China & Japan
J67.41; E220|
The Twelve Daughters in Rahab & Tirzah have circumscribd the Brain
J67.42; E220|
Beneath & pierced it thro the midst with a golden pin.
J67.43; E220|
Blood hath staind her fair side beneath her bosom.
J67.44; E221|
O thou poor Human Form! said she. O thou poor child of woe!
J67.45; E221|
Why wilt thou wander away from Tirzah: why me compel to bind thee[!]
J67.46; E221|
If thou dost go away from me I shall consume upon these Rocks
J67.47; E221|
These fibres of thine eyes that used to beam in distant heavens
J67.48; E221|
Away from me: I have bound down with a hot iron.
J67.49; E221|
These nostrils that expanded with delight in morning skies
J67.50; E221|
I have bent downward with lead melted in my roaring furnaces
J67.51; E221|
Of affliction; of love; of sweet despair; of torment unendurable
J67.52; E221|
My soul is seven furnaces, incessant roars the bellows
J67.53; E221|
Upon my terribly flaming heart, the molten metal runs
J67.54; E221|
In channels thro my fiery limbs: O love! O pity! O fear!
J67.55; E221|
O pain! O the pangs, the bitter pangs of love forsaken
J67.56; E221|
Ephraim was a wilderness of joy where all my wild beasts ran
J67.57; E221|
The River Kanah wanderd by my sweet Manassehs side
J67.58; E221|
To see the boy spring into heavens sounding from my sight!
J67.59; E221|
Go Noah fetch the girdle of strong brass, heat it red-hot:
J67.60; E221|
Press it around the loins of this ever expanding cruelty
J67.61; E221|
Shriek not so my only love! I refuse thy joys: I drink
J67.62; E221|
Thy shrieks because Hand & Hyle are cruel & obdurate to me
J68.1; E221|
O Skofield why art thou cruel? Lo Joseph is thine! to make
J68.2; E221|
You One: to weave you both in the same mantle of skin
J68.3; E221|
Bind him down Sisters bind him down on Ebal. Mount of cursing:
J68.4; E221|
Malah come forth from Lebanon: & Hoglah from Mount Sinai:
J68.5; E221|
Come circumscribe this tongue of sweets & with a screw of iron
J68.6; E221|
Fasten this ear into the rock! Milcah the task is thine
J68.7; E221|
Weep not so Sisters! weep not so! our life depends on this
J68.8; E221|
Or mercy & truth are fled away from Shechem & Mount Gilead
J68.9; E221|
Unless my beloved is bound upon the Stems of Vegetation
J68.10; E221|
And thus the Warriors cry, in the hot day of Victory, in Songs.
J68.11; E221|
Look: the beautiful Daughter of Albion sits naked upon the Stone
J68.12; E221|
Her panting Victim beside her: her heart is drunk with blood
J68.13; E221|
Tho her brain is not drunk with wine: she goes forth from Albion
J68.14; E221|
In pride of beauty: in cruelty of holiness: in the brightness
J68.15; E221|
Of her tabernacle, & her ark & secret place, the beautiful Daughter
J68.16; E221|
Of Albion, delights the eyes of the Kings. their hearts & the
J68.17; E221|
Hearts of their Warriors glow hot before Thor & Friga. O Molech!
J68.18; E221|
O Chemosh! O Bacchus! O Venus! O Double God of Generation
J68.19; E221|
The Heavens are cut like a mantle around from the Cliffs of Albion
J68.20; E221|
Across Europe; across Africa; in howlings & deadly War
J68.21; E221|
A sheet & veil & curtain of blood is let down from Heaven
J68.22; E221|
Across the hills of Ephraim & down Mount Olivet to
J68.23; E221|
The Valley of the Jebusite: Molech rejoices in heaven
J68.24; E221|
He sees the Twelve Daughters naked upon the Twelve Stones
J68.25; E222|
Themselves condensing to rocks & into the Ribs of a Man
J68.26; E222|
Lo they shoot forth in tender Nerves across Europe & Asia
J68.27; E222|
Lo they rest upon the Tribes, where their panting Victims lie
J68.28; E222|
Molech rushes into the Kings in love to the beautiful Daughters
J68.29; E222|
But they frown & delight in cruelty, refusing all other joy
J68.30; E222|
Bring your Offerings, your first begotten: pamperd with milk & blood
J68.31; E222|
Your first born of seven years old: be they Males or Females:
J68.32; E222|
To the beautiful Daughters of Albion! they sport before the Kings
J68.33; E222|
Clothed in the sin of the Victim! blood! human blood! is the life
J68.34; E222|
And delightful food of the Warrior: the well fed Warriors flesh
J68.35; E222|
Of him who is slain in War: fills the Valleys of Ephraim with
J68.36; E222|
Breeding Women walking in pride & bringing forth under green trees
J68.37; E222|
With pleasure, without pain, for their food is. blood of the Captive
J68.38; E222|
Molech rejoices thro the Land from Havilah to Shur: he rejoices
J68.39; E222|
In moral law & its severe penalties: loud Shaddai & Jehovah
J68.40; E222|
Thunder above: when they see the Twelve panting Victims
J68.41; E222|
On the Twelve Stones of Power, & the beautiful Daughters of Albion
J68.42; E222|
If you dare rend their Veil with your Spear; you are healed of Love!
J68.43; E222|
From the Hills of Camberwell & Wimbledon: from the Valleys
J68.44; E222|
Of Walton & Esher: from Stone-henge & from Maldens Cove
J68.45; E222|
Jerusalems Pillars fall in the rendings of fierce War
J68.46; E222|
Over France & Germany: upon the Rhine & Danube
J68.47; E222|
Reuben & Benjamin flee; they hide in the Valley of Rephaim
J68.48; E222|
Why trembles the Warriors limbs when he beholds thy beauty
J68.49; E222|
Spotted with Victims blood: by the fires of thy secret tabernacle
J68.50; E222|
And thy ark & holy place: at thy frowns: at thy dire revenge
J68.51; E222|
Smitten as Uzzah of old: his armour is softend; his spear
J68.52; E222|
And sword faint in his hand, from Albion across Great Tartary
J68.53; E222|
O beautiful Daughter of Albion: cruelty is thy delight
J68.54; E222|
O Virgin of terrible eyes, who dwellest by Valleys of springs
J68.55; E222|
Beneath the Mountains of Lebanon, in the City of Rehob in Hamath
J68.56; E222|
Taught to touch the harp: to dance in the Circle of Warriors
J68.57; E222|
Before the Kings of Canaan: to cut the flesh from the Victim
J68.58; E222|
To roast the flesh in fire: to examine the Infants limbs
J68.59; E222|
In cruelties of holiness: to refuse the joys of love: to bring
J68.60; E222|
The Spies from Egypt, to raise jealousy in the bosoms of the Twelve
J68.61; E222|
Kings of Canaan: then to let the Spies depart to Meribah Kadesh
J68.62; E222|
To the place of the Amalekite; I am drunk with unsatiated love
J68.63; E222|
I must rush again to War: for the Virgin has frownd & refusd
J68.64; E222|
Sometimes I curse & sometimes bless thy fascinating beauty
J68.65; E222|
Once Man was occupied in intellectual pleasures & energies
J68.66; E222|
But now my soul is harrowd with grief & fear & love & desire
J68.67; E222|
And now I hate & now I love & Intellect is no more:
J68.68; E222|
There is no time for any thing but the torments of love & desire
J68.69; E222|
The Feminine & Masculine Shadows soft, mild & ever varying
J68.70; E222|
In beauty: are Shadows now no more, but Rocks in Horeb
J69.1; E223|
Then all the Males combined into One Male & every one t314
J69.2; E223|
Became a ravening eating Cancer growing in the Female
J69.3; E223|
A Polypus of Roots of Reasoning Doubt Despair & Death.
J69.4; E223|
Going forth & returning from Albions Rocks to Canaan:
J69.5; E223|
Devouring Jerusalem from every Nation of the Earth.
J69.6; E223|
Envying stood the enormous Form at variance with Itself
J69.7; E223|
In all its Members: in eternal torment of love & jealousy:
J69.8; E223|
Drivn forth by Los time after time from Albions cliffy shore,
J69.9; E223|
Drawing the free loves of Jerusalem into infernal bondage;
J69.10; E223|
That they might be born in contentions of Chastity & in
J69.11; E223|
Deadly Hate between Leah & Rachel, Daughters of Deceit & Fraud
J69.12; E223|
Bearing the Images of various Species of Contention
J69.13; E223|
And Jealousy & Abhorrence & Revenge & deadly Murder.
J69.14; E223|
Till they refuse liberty to the male; & not like Beulah
J69.15; E223|
Where every Female delights to give her maiden to her husband
J69.16; E223|
The Female searches sea & land for gratification to the
J69.17; E223|
Male Genius: who in return clothes her in gems & gold
J69.18; E223|
And feeds her with the food of Eden. hence all her beauty beams
J69.19; E223|
She Creates at her will a little moony night & silence
J69.20; E223|
With Spaces of sweet gardens & a tent of elegant beauty:
J69.21; E223|
Closed in by a sandy desart & a night of stars shining.
J69.22; E223|
And a little tender moon & hovering angels on the wing.
J69.23; E223|
And the Male gives a Time & Revolution to her Space
J69.24; E223|
Till the time of love is passed in ever varying delights
J69.25; E223|
For All Things Exist in the Human Imagination
J69.26; E223|
And thence in Beulah they are stolen by secret amorous theft,
J69.27; E223|
Till they have had Punishment enough to make them commit Crimes
J69.28; E223|
Hence rose the Tabernacle in the Wilderness & all its Offerings,
J69.29; E223|
From Male & Female Loves in Beulah & their Jealousies
J69.30; E223|
But no one can consummate Female bliss in Los's World without
J69.31; E223|
Becoming a Generated Mortal, a Vegetating Death
J69.32; E223|
And now the Spectres of the Dead awake in Beulah: all
J69.33; E223|
The Jealousies become Murderous: uniting together in Rahab
J69.34; E223|
A Religion of Chastity, forming a Commerce to sell Loves
J69.35; E223|
With Moral Law, an Equal Balance, not going down with decision
J69.36; E223|
Therefore the Male severe & cruel filld with stern Revenge:
J69.37; E223|
Mutual Hate returns & mutual Deceit & mutual Fear.
J69.38; E223|
Hence the Infernal Veil grows in the disobedient Female:
J69.39; E223|
Which Jesus rends & the whole Druid Law removes away
J69.40; E223|
From the Inner Sanctuary: a False Holiness hid within the Center,
J69.41; E223|
For the Sanctuary of Eden. is in the Camp: in the Outline,
J69.42; E223|
In the Circumference: & every Minute Particular is Holy:
J69.43; E223|
Embraces are Cominglings: from the Head even to the Feet;
J69.44; E223|
And not a pompous High Priest entering by a Secret Place.
J69.45; E224|
Jerusalem pined in her inmost soul over Wandering Reuben
J69.46; E224|
As she slept in Beulahs Night hid by the Daughters of Beulah
J70.1; E224|
And this the form of mighty Hand sitting on Albions cliffs
J70.2; E224|
Before the face of Albion, a mighty threatning Form.
J70.3; E224|
His bosom wide & shoulders huge overspreading wondrous
J70.4; E224|
Bear Three strong sinewy Necks & Three awful & terrible Heads
J70.5; E224|
Three Brains in contradictory council brooding incessantly.
J70.6; E224|
Neither daring to put in act its councils, fearing each-other,
J70.7; E224|
Therefore rejecting Ideas as nothing & holding all Wisdom
J70.8; E224|
To consist. in the agreements & disagree[me]nts of Ideas.
J70.9; E224|
Plotting to devour Albions Body of Humanity & Love.
J70.10; E224|
Such Form the aggregate of the Twelve Sons of Albion took; & such
J70.11; E224|
Their appearance when combind: but often by birth-pangs & loud groans
J70.12; E224|
They divide to Twelve: the key-bones & the chest dividing in pain
J70.13; E224|
Disclose a hideous orifice; thence issuing the Giant-brood
J70.14; E224|
Arise as the smoke of the furnace, shaking the rocks from sea to sea.
J70.15; E224|
And there they combine into Three Forms, named Bacon & Newton &
Locke,
J70.16; E224|
In the Oak Groves of Albion which overspread all the Earth.
J70.17; E224|
Imputing Sin & Righteousness to Individuals; Rahab
J70.18; E224|
Sat deep within him hid: his Feminine Power unreveal'd
J70.19; E224|
Brooding Abstract Philosophy. to destroy Imagination, the Divine-
J70.20; E224|
-Humanity A Three-fold Wonder: feminine: most beautiful: Three-fold
J70.21; E224|
Each within other. On her white marble & even Neck, her Heart
J70.22; E224|
Inorb'd and bonified: with locks of shadowing modesty, shining
J70.23; E224|
Over her beautiful Female features, soft flourishing in beauty
J70.24; E224|
Beams mild, all love and all perfection, that when the lips
J70.25; E224|
Recieve a kiss from Gods or Men, a threefold kiss returns
J70.26; E224|
From the pressd loveliness: so her whole immortal form three-fold
J70.27; E224|
Three-fold embrace returns: consuming lives of Gods & Men
J70.28; E224|
In fires of beauty melting them as gold & silver in the furnace
J70.29; E224|
Her Brain enlabyrinths the whole heaven of her bosom & loins
J70.30; E224|
To put in act what her Heart wills; O who can withstand her power
J70.31; E224|
Her name is Vala in Eternity: in Time her name is Rahab
J70.32; E224|
The Starry Heavens all were fled from the mighty limbs of Albion
J71.1; E224|
And above Albions Land was seen the Heavenly Canaan
J71.2; E224|
As the Substance is to the Shadow: and above Albions Twelve Sons
J71.3; E224|
Were seen Jerusalems Sons: and all the Twelve Tribes spreading
J71.4; E224|
Over Albion. As the Soul is to the Body, so Jerusalems Sons,
J71.5; E224|
Are to the Sons of Albion: and Jerusalem is Albions Emanation
J71.6; E225|
What is Above is Within, for every-thing in Eternity is translucent:
J71.7; E225|
The Circumference is Within: Without, is formed the Selfish Center
J71.8; E225|
And the Circumference still expands going forward to Eternity.
J71.9; E225|
And the Center has Eternal States! these States we now explore.
J71.10; E225|
And these the Names of Albions Twelve Sons, & of his Twelve Daughters
J71.11; E225|
With their Districts. Hand dwelt in Selsey & had Sussex & Surrey
J71.12; E225|
And Kent & Middlesex: all their Rivers & their Hills, of flocks
& herds:
J71.13; E225|
Their Villages Towns Cities Sea-Ports Temples sublime Cathedrals;
J71.14; E225|
All were his Friends & their Sons & Daughters intermarry in Beulah
J71.15; E225|
For all are Men in Eternity. Rivers Mountains Cities Villages,
J71.16; E225|
All are Human & when you enter into their Bosoms you walk
J71.17; E225|
In Heavens & Earths; as in your own Bosom you bear your Heaven
J71.18; E225|
And Earth, & all you behold, tho it appears Without it is Within
J71.19; E225|
In your Imagination of which this World of Mortality is but a Shadow.
J71.20; E225|
Hyle dwelt in Winchester comprehending Hants Dorset Devon Cornwall.
J71.21; E225|
Their Villages Cities SeaPorts, their Corn fields & Gardens spacious
J71.22; E225|
Palaces, Rivers & Mountains, and between Hand & Hyle arose
J71.23; E225|
Gwendolen & Cambel who is Boadicea: they go abroad & return
J71.24; E225|
Like lovely beams of light from the mingled affections of the Brothers
J71.25; E225|
The Inhabitants of the whole Earth rejoice in their beautiful light.
J71.26; E225|
Coban dwelt in Bath. Somerset Wiltshire Gloucestershire,
J71.27; E225|
Obeyd his awful voice Ignoge is his lovely Emanation;
J71.28; E225|
She adjoind with Gwantokes Children, soon lovely Cordella arose.
J71.29; E225|
Gwantoke forgave & joyd over South Wales & all its Mountains.
J71.30; E225|
Peachey had North Wales Shropshire Cheshire & the Isle of Man.
J71.31; E225|
His Emanation is Mehetabel terrible & lovely upon the Mountains
J71.32; E225|
Brertun had Yorkshire Durham Westmoreland & his Emanation
J71.33; E225|
Is Ragan, she adjoind to Slade, & produced Gonorill far beaming.
J71.34; E225|
Slade had Lincoln Stafford Derby Nottingham & his lovely
J71.35; E225|
Emanation Gonorill rejoices over hills & rocks & woods & rivers.
J71.36; E225|
Huttn had Warwick Northampton Bedford Buckingham
J71.37; E225|
Leicester & Berkshire: & his Emanation is Gwinefred beautiful
J71.38; E225|
Skofeld had Ely Rutland Cambridge Huntingdon Norfolk
J71.39; E225|
Suffolk Hartford & Essex: & his Emanation is Gwinevera
J71.40; E225|
Beautiful, she beams towards the east, all kinds of precious stones
J71.41; E225|
And pearl, with instruments Of music in holy Jerusalem
J71.42; E225|
Kox had Oxford Warwick Wilts: his Emanation is Estrild:
J71.43; E225|
Joind with Cordella she shines southward over the Atlantic.
J71.44; E226|
Kotope had Hereford Stafford Worcester, & his Emanation
J71.45; E226|
Is Sabrina joind with Mehetabel she shines west over America
J71.46; E226|
Bowen had all Scotland, the Isles, Northumberland & Cumberland
J71.47; E226|
His Emanation is Conwenna, she shines a triple form
J71.48; E226|
Over the north with pearly beams gorgeous & terrible
J71.49; E226|
Jerusalem & Vala rejoice in Bowen & Conwenna.
J71.50; E226|
But the Four Sons of Jerusalem that never were Generated
J71.51; E226|
Are Rintrah and Palamabron and Theotormon and Bromion. They
J71.52; E226|
Dwell over the Four Provinces of Ireland in heavenly light
J71.53; E226|
The Four Universities of Scotland, & in Oxford & Cambridge &
Winchester
J71.54; E226|
But now Albion is darkened & Jerusalem lies in ruins:
J71.55; E226|
Above the Mountains of Albion, above the head of Los.
J71.56; E226|
And Los shouted with ceaseless shoutings & his tears poured down
J71.57; E226|
His immortal cheeks, rearing his hands to heaven for aid Divine!
J71.58; E226|
But he spoke not to Albion: fearing lest Albion should turn his Back
J71.59; E226|
Against the Divine Vision: & fall over the Precipice of Eternal Death.
J71.60; E226|
But he receded before Albion & before Vala weaving the Veil
J71.61; E226|
With the iron shuttle of War among the rooted Oaks of Albion;
J71.62; E226|
Weeping & shouting to the Lord day & night; and his Children
J71.63; E226|
Wept round him as a flock silent Seven Days of Eternity
J72.1; E226|
And the Thirty-two Counties of the Four Provinces of Ireland
J72.2; E226|
Are thus divided: The Four Counties are in the Four Camps
J72.3; E226|
Munster South in Reubens Gate, Connaut West in Josephs Gate
J72.4; E226|
Ulster North in Dans Gate, Leinster East in Judahs Gate
J72.5; E226|
For Albion in Eternity has Sixteen Gates among his Pillars
J72.6; E226|
But the Four towards the West were Walled up & the Twelve
J72.7; E226|
That front the Four other Points were turned Four Square
J72.8; E226|
By Los for Jerusalems sake & called the Gates of Jerusalem
J72.9; E226|
Because Twelve Sons of Jerusalem fled successive thro the Gates
J72.10; E226|
But the Four Sons of Jerusalem who fled not but remaind
J72.11; E226|
Are Rintrah & Palamabron & Theotormon & Bromion
J72.12; E226|
The Four that remain with Los to guard the Western Wall
J72.13; E226|
And these Four remain to guard the Four Walls of Jerusalem
J72.14; E226|
Whose foundations remain in the Thirty-two Counties of Ireland
J72.15; E226|
And in Twelve Counties of Wales, & in the Forty Counties
J72.16; E226|
Of England & in the Thirty-six Counties of Scotland
J72.17; E226|
And the names of the Thirty-two Counties of Ireland are these
J72.18; E226|
Under Judah & Issachar & Zebulun are Lowth Longford
J72.19; E226|
Eastmeath Westmeath Dublin Kildare Kings County
J72.20; E226|
Queens County Wicklow Catherloh Wexford Kilkenny
J72.21; E227|
And those under Reuben & Simeon & Levi are these
J72.22; E227|
Waterford Tipperary Cork Limerick Kerry Clare
J72.23; E227|
And those under Ephraim Manasseh & Benjamin are these
J72.24; E227|
Galway Roscommon Mayo Sligo Leitrim
J72.25; E227|
And those under Dan Asher & Napthali are these
J72.26; E227|
Donnegal Antrim Tyrone Fermanagh Armagh Londonderry
J72.27; E227|
Down Managhan Cavan. These are the Land of Erin
J72.28; E227|
All these Center in London & in Golgonooza. from whence
J72.29; E227|
They are Created continually East & West & North & South
J72.30; E227|
And from them are Created all the Nations of the Earth
J72.31; E227|
Europe & Asia & Africa & America, in fury Fourfold!
J72ill; E227|
[<image>Continually Building. Continually Decaying because of
J72ill; E227|
Love & Jealousy</image]
J72.32; E227|
And Thirty-two the Nations: to dwell in Jerusalems Gates
J72.33; E227|
O Come ye Nations Come ye People Come up to Jerusalem
J72.34; E227|
Return Jerusalem & dwell together as of old! Return
J72.35; E227|
Return! O Albion let Jerusalem overspread all Nations
J72.36; E227|
As in the times of old! O Albion awake! Reuben wanders
J72.37; E227|
The Nations wait for Jerusalem. they look up for the Bride
J72.38; E227|
France Spain Italy Germany Poland Russia Sweden Turkey
J72.39; E227|
Arabia Palestine Persia Hindostan China Tartary Siberia
J72.40; E227|
Egypt Lybia Ethiopia Guinea Caffraria Negroland Morocco
J72.41; E227|
Congo Zaara Canada Greenland Carolina Mexico
J72.42; E227|
Peru Patagonia Amazonia Brazil. Thirty-two Nations
J72.43; E227|
And under these Thirty-two Classes of Islands in the Ocean
J72.44; E227|
All the Nations Peoples & Tongues throughout all the Earth
J72.45; E227|
And the Four Gates of Los surround the Universe Within and
J72.46; E227|
Without; & whatever is visible in the Vegetable Earth, the same
J72.47; E227|
Is visible in the Mundane Shell; reversd in mountain & vale
J72.48; E227|
And a Son of Eden was set over each Daughter of Beulah to guard
J72.49; E227|
In Albions Tomb the wondrous Creation: & the Four-fold Gate
J72.50; E227|
Towards Beulah is to the South[.] Fenelon, Guion, Teresa,
J72.51; E227|
Whitefield & Hervey, guard that Gate; with all the gentle Souls
J72.52; E227|
Who guide the great Wine-press of Love; Four precious stones that Gate:
J72ill; E228|
[<image><reversed writing>Women the comforters of Men become the
J72ill; E228|
Tormentors & Punishers</reversed writing></image>]
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Such are Cathedrons golden Halls: in the City of Golgonooza
J73.2; E228|
And Los's Furnaces howl loud; living: self-moving: lamenting
J73.3; E228|
With fury & despair, & they stretch from South to North
J73.4; E228|
Thro all the Four Points: Lo! the Labourers at the Furnaces
J73.5; E228|
Rintrah & Palamabron, Theotormon & Bromion, loud labring
J73.6; E228|
With the innumerable multitudes of Golgonooza, round the Anvils
J73.7; E228|
Of Death. But how they came forth from the Furnaces & how long
J73.8; E228|
Vast & severe the anguish eer they knew their Father; were
J73.9; E228|
Long to tell & of the iron rollers, golden axle-trees & yokes
J73.10; E228|
Of brass, iron chains & braces & the gold, silver & brass
J73.11; E228|
Mingled or separate: for swords; arrows; cannons; mortars
J73.12; E228|
The terrible ball: the wedge: the loud sounding hammer of destruction
J73.13; E228|
The sounding flail to thresh: the winnow: to winnow kingdoms
J73.14; E228|
The water wheel & mill of many innumerable wheels resistless
J73.15; E228|
Over the Four fold Monarchy from Earth to the Mundane Shell.
J73.16; E228|
Perusing Albions Tomb in the starry characters of Og & Anak:
J73.17; E228|
To Create the lion & wolf the bear: the tyger & ounce:
J73.18; E228|
To Create the wooly lamb & downy fowl & scaly serpent
J73.19; E228|
The summer & winter: day & night: the sun & moon & stars
J73.20; E228|
The tree: the plant: the flower: the rock: the stone: the metal:
J73.21; E228|
Of Vegetative Nature: by their hard restricting condensations.
J73.22; E228|
Where Luvahs World of Opakeness grew to a period: It
J73.23; E228|
Became a Limit, a Rocky hardness without form & void
J73.24; E228|
Accumulating without end: here Los. who is of the Elohim
J73.25; E228|
Opens the Furnaces of affliction in the Emanation
J73.26; E228|
Fixing The Sexual into an ever-prolific Generation
J73.27; E228|
Naming the Limit of Opakeness Satan & the Limit of Contraction
J73.28; E228|
Adam, who is Peleg & Joktan: & Esau & Jacob: & Saul &
David
J73.29; E228|
Voltaire insinuates that these Limits are the cruel work of God
J73.30; E228|
Mocking the Remover of Limits & the Resurrection of the Dead
J73.31; E228|
Setting up Kings in wrath: in holiness of Natural Religion
J73.32; E228|
Which Los with his mighty Hammer demolishes time on time
J73.33; E228|
In miracles & wonders in the Four-fold Desart of Albion
J73.34; E228|
Permanently Creating to be in Time Reveald & Demolishd
J73.35; E228|
Satan Cain Tubal Nimrod Pharoh Priam Bladud Belin
J73.36; E228|
Arthur Alfred the Norman Conqueror Richard John
J73.37; E228|
[Edward Henry Elizabeth James Charles William George]
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J73.38; E228|
And all the Kings & Nobles of the Earth & all their Glories
J73.39; E228|
These are Created by Rahab & Tirzah in Ulro: but around
J73.40; E229|
These, to preserve them from Eternal Death Los Creates
J73.41; E229|
Adam Noah Abraham Moses Samuel David Ezekiel
J73.42; E229|
[Pythagoras Socrates Euripedes Virgil Dante Milton]
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J73.43; E229|
Dissipating the rocky forms of Death, by his thunderous Hammer
J73.44; E229|
As the Pilgrim passes while the Country permanent remains
J73.45; E229|
So Men pass on: but States remain permanent for ever
J73.46; E229|
The Spectres of the Dead howl round the porches of Los
J73.47; E229|
In the terrible Family feuds of Albions cities & villages
J73.48; E229|
To devour the Body of Albion, hungring & thirsting & ravning
J73.49; E229|
The Sons of Los clothe them & feed, & provide houses & gardens
J73.50; E229|
And every Human Vegetated Form in its inward recesses
J73.51; E229|
Is a house of ple[as]antness & a garden of delight Built by the
J73.52; E229|
Sons & Daughters of Los in Bowlahoola & in Cathedron
J73.53; E229|
From London to York & Edinburgh the Furnaces rage terrible
J73.54; E229|
Primrose Hill is the mouth of the Furnace & the Iron Door;
J74.1; E229|
The Four Zoa's clouded rage; Urizen stood by Albion
J74.2; E229|
With Rintrah and Palamabron and Theotormon and Bromion
J74.3; E229|
These Four are Verulam & London & York & Edinburgh
J74.4; E229|
And the Four Zoa's are Urizen & Luvah & Tharmas & Urthona
J74.5; E229|
In opposition deadly, and their Wheels in poisonous
J74.6; E229|
And deadly stupor turn'd against each other loud & fierce
J74.7; E229|
Entering into the Reasoning Power, forsaking Imagination
J74.8; E229|
They became Spectres; & their Human Bodies were reposed
J74.9; E229|
In Beulah, by the Daughters of Beulah with tears & lamentations
J74.10; E229|
The Spectre is the Reasoning Power in Man; & when separated
J74.11; E229|
From Imagination, and closing itself as in steel, in a Ratio
J74.12; E229|
Of the Things of Memory. It thence frames Laws & Moralities
J74.13; E229|
To destroy Imagination! the Divine Body, by Martyrdoms & Wars
J74.14; E229|
Teach me O Holy Spirit the Testimony of Jesus! let me
J74.15; E229|
Comprehend wonderous things out of the Divine Law
J74.16; E229|
I behold Babylon in the opening Street of London, I behold
J74.17; E229|
Jerusalem in ruins wandering about from house to house
J74.18; E229|
This I behold the shudderings of death attend my steps
J74.19; E229|
I walk up and down in Six Thousand Years: their Events are present before
me
J74.20; E229|
To tell how Los in grief & anger, whirling round his Hammer on high
J74.21; E229|
Drave the Sons & Daughters of Albion from their ancient mountains
J74.22; E229|
They became the Twelve Gods of Asia Opposing the Divine Vision
J74.23; E229|
The Sons of Albion are Twelve: the Sons of Jerusalem Sixteen
J74.24; E229|
I tell how Albions Sons by Harmonies of Concords & Discords
J74.25; E229|
Opposed to Melody, and by Lights & Shades, opposed to Outline
J74.26; E229|
And by Abstraction opposed to the Visions of Imagination
J74.27; E230|
By cruel Laws divided Sixteen into Twelve Divisions
J74.28; E230|
How Hyle roofd Los in Albions Cliffs by the Affections rent
J74.29; E230|
Asunder & opposed to Thought, to draw Jerusalems Sons
J74.30; E230|
Into the Vortex of his Wheels. therefore Hyle is called Gog
J74.31; E230|
Age after age drawing them away towards Babylon
J74.32; E230|
Babylon, the Rational Morality deluding to death the little ones
J74.33; E230|
In strong temptations of stolen beauty; I tell how Reuben slept
J74.34; E230|
On London Stone & the Daughters of Albion ran around admiring
J74.35; E230|
His awful beauty: with Moral Virtue the fair deciever; offspring
J74.36; E230|
Of Good & Evil, they divided him in love upon the Thames & sent
J74.37; E230|
Him over Europe in streams of gore out of Cathedrons Looms
J74.38; E230|
How Los drave them from Albion & they became Daughters of Canaan
J74.39; E230|
Hence Albion was calld the Canaanite & all his Giant Sons.
J74.40; E230|
Hence is my Theme. O Lord my Saviour open thou the Gates
J74.41; E230|
And I will lead forth thy Words, telling how the Daughters
J74.42; E230|
Cut the Fibres of Reuben, how he rolld apart & took Root
J74.43; E230|
In Bashan, terror-struck Albions Sons look toward Bashan
J74.44; E230|
They have divided Simeon he also rolld apart in blood
J74.45; E230|
Over the Nations till he took Root beneath the shining Looms
J74.46; E230|
Of Albions Daughters in Philistea by the side of Amalek
J74.47; E230|
They have divided Levi: he hath shot out into Forty eight Roots
J74.48; E230|
Over the Land of Canaan: they have divided Judah
J74.49; E230|
He hath took Root in Hebron, in the Land of Hand & Hyle
J74.50; E230|
Dan: Napthali: Gad: Asher: Issachar: Zebulun: roll apart
J74.51; E230|
From all the Nations of the Earth to dissipate into Non Entity
J74.52; E230|
I see a Feminine Form arise from the Four terrible Zoas
J74.53; E230|
Beautiful but terrible struggling to take a form of beauty
J74.54; E230|
Rooted in Shechem: this is Dinah, the youthful form of Erin
J74.55; E230|
The Wound I see in South Molton S[t]reet & Stratford place
J74.56; E230|
Whence Joseph & Benjamin rolld apart away from the Nations