00001       I The body of Edward ye 1st as it appeard on first opening
00002  the Coffin.
00003       II The body as it appeard when some of the vestmen[ts] were
00004  remov'd    <t1499>

00005 POETICAL SKETCHES. <t1019>

00006 By W. B.

00007 London: Printed in the Year MDCCLXXXIII.


00009 TO SPRING.

00010 O thou, with dewy locks, who lookest down 00011 Thro' the clear windows of the morning; turn 00012 Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, 00013 Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!

00014 The hills tell each other, and the list'ning 00015 Vallies hear; all our longing eyes are turned 00016 Up to thy bright pavillions: issue forth, 00017 And let thy holy feet visit our clime.

00018 Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds 00019 Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste 00020 Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls 00021 Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

00022 O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour 00023 Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put 00024 Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head, 00025 Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee!

00026 TO SUMMER.

00027 O thou, who passest thro' our vallies in 00028 Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat 00029 That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer, 00030 Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft 00031 Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld 00032 With joy, thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

00033 Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard 00034 Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car 00035 Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs 00036 Sit down, and in our mossy vallies, on 00037 Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy 00038 Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream: 00039 Our vallies love the Summer in his pride.

00040 Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire: 00041 Our youth are bolder than the southern swains: 00042 Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance: 00043 We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy, 00044 Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven, 00045 Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat.


00047 O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained 00048 With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit 00049 Beneath my shady roof, there thou may'st rest, 00050 And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; 00051 And all the daughters of the year shall dance! 00052 Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

00053 "The narrow bud opens her beauties to 00054 "The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; 00055 "Blossoms hang round the brows of morning, and 00056 "Flourish down the bright cheek of modest eve, 00057 "Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing, 00058 "And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.

00059 "The spirits of the air live on the smells 00060 "Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round 00061 "The gardens, or sits singing in the trees." 00062 Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat, 00063 Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak 00064 Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.

00065 TO WINTER.

00066 O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: 00067 The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark 00068 Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, 00069 Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

00070 He hears me not, but o'er the yawning deep 00071 Rides heavy; his storms are unchain'd; sheathed 00072 In ribbed steel, I dare not lift mine eyes; 00073 For he hath rear'd his sceptre o'er the world.

00074 Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings 00075 To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: 00076 He withers all in silence, and his hand <t1020> 00077 Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

00078 He takes his seat upon the cliffs, the mariner 00079 Cries in vain. Poor little wretch! that deal'st 00080 With storms; till heaven smiles, and the monster 00081 Is driv'n yelling to his caves beneath mount Hecla.

00082 TO THE 00083 EVENING STAR.

00084 Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, 00085 Now, while the sun rests on the mountains, light <t1021> 00086 Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown 00087 Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! 00088 Smile on our loves; and, while thou drawest the 00089 Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew 00090 On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes 00091 In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on 00092 The lake; speak si[l]ence with thy glimmering eyes, 00093 And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon, 00094 Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide, 00095 And the lion glares thro' the dun forest: 00096 The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with 00097 Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence.


00099 O holy virgin! clad in purest white, 00100 Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth; 00101 Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light 00102 Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring 00103 The honied dew that cometh on waking day.

00104 O radiant morning, salute the sun, 00105 Rouz'd like a huntsman to the chace; and, with 00106 Thy buskin'd feet, appear upon our hills.


00108 The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; 00109 The graves give up their dead: fair 00110 Walk'd by the castle gate, and looked in. 00111 A hollow groan ran thro' the dreary vaults.

00112 She shriek'd aloud, and sunk upon the steps 00113 On the cold stone her pale cheek. Sickly smells <t1022> 00114 Of death, issue as from a sepulchre, 00115 And all is silent but the sighing vaults.

00116 Chill death withdraws his hand, and she revives; 00117 Amaz'd, she finds herself upon her feet, 00118 And, like a ghost, thro' narrow passages 00119 Walking, feeling the cold walls with her hands.

00120 Fancy returns, and now she thinks of bones, 00121 And grinning skulls, and corruptible death, 00122 Wrap'd in his shroud; and now, fancies she hears 00123 Deep sighs, and sees pale sickly ghosts gliding.

00124 At length, no fancy, but reality 00125 Distracts her. A rushing sound, and the feet 00126 Of one that fled, approaches--Ellen stood, 00127 Like a dumb statue, froze to stone with fear.

00128 The wretch approaches, crying, "The deed is done; 00129 "Take this, and send it by whom thou wilt send; 00130 "It is my life--send it to Elenor:-- 00131 "He's dead, and howling after me for blood!

00132 "Take this," he cry'd; and thrust into her arms 00133 A wet napkin, wrap'd about; then rush'd 00134 Past, howling: she receiv'd into her arms 00135 Pale death, and follow'd on the wings of fear.

00136 They pass'd swift thro' the outer gate; the wretch, 00137 Howling, leap'd o'er the wall into the moat, 00138 Stifling in mud. Fair Ellen pass'd the bridge, 00139 And heard a gloomy voice cry, "Is it done?"

00140 As the deer wounded Ellen flew over 00141 The pathless plain; as the arrows that fly 00142 By night; destruction flies, and strikes in darkness, 00143 She fled from fear, till at her house arriv'd.

00144 Her maids await her; on her bed she falls, 00145 That bed of joy, where erst her lord hath press'd: 00146 "Ah, woman's fear!" she cry'd; "Ah, cursed duke! 00147 "Ah, my dear lord! ah, wretched Elenor!

00148 "My lord was like a flower upon the brows 00149 "Of lusty May! Ah, life as frail as flower! 00150 "O ghastly death! withdraw thy cruel hand, 00151 "Seek'st thou that flow'r to deck thy horrid temples?

00152 "My lord was like a star, in highest heav'n 00153 "Drawn down to earth by spells and wickedness: 00154 "My lord was like the opening eyes of day, 00155 "When western winds creep softly o'er the flowers:

00156 "But he is darken'd; like the summer's noon, 00157 "Clouded; fall'n like the stately tree, cut down; 00158 "The breath of heaven dwelt among his leaves. 00159 "O Elenor, weak woman, fill'd with woe!"

00160 Thus having spoke, she raised up her head, 00161 And saw the bloody napkin by her side, 00162 Which in her arms she brought; and now, tenfold 00163 More terrified, saw it unfold itself.

00164 Her eyes were fix'd; the bloody cloth unfolds, 00165 Disclosing to her sight the murder'd head 00166 Of her dear lord, all ghastly pale, clotted 00167 With gory blood; it groan'd, and thus it spake:

00168 "O Elenor, behold thy husband's head, <t1023> 00169 "Who, sleeping on the stones of yonder tower, 00170 "Was 'reft of life, by the accursed duke! 00171 "A hired villain turn'd my sleep to death!

00172 "O Elenor, beware the cursed duke, 00173 "O give not him thy hand, now I am dead; 00174 "He seeks thy love; who, coward, in the night, 00175 "Hired a villain to bereave my life."

00176 She sat with dead cold limbs, stiffen'd to stone; 00177 She took the gory head up in her arms; 00178 She kiss'd the pale lips; she had no tears to shed; 00179 She hugg'd it to her breast, and groan'd her last.

00180 SONG.

00181 How sweet I roam'd from field to field, 00182 And tasted all the summer's pride,

00183 'Till I the prince of love beheld, 00184 Who in the sunny beams did glide!

00185 He shew'd me lilies for my hair, 00186 And blushing roses for my brow; 00187 He led me through his gardens far, 00188 Where all his golden pleasures grow,

00189 With sweet May dews my wings were wet, 00190 And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; 00191 He caught me in his silken net, 00192 And shut me in his golden cage.

00193 He loves to sit and hear me sing, 00194 Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; 00195 Then stretches out my golden wing, 00196 And mocks my loss of liberty.

00197 SONG.

00198 My silks and fine array, 00199 My smiles and languish'd air, 00200 By love are driv'n away; 00201 And mournful lean Despair 00202 Brings me yew to deck my grave: 00203 Such end true lovers have.

00204 His face is fair as heav'n, 00205 When springing buds unfold; 00206 O why to him wast giv'n, 00207 Whose heart is wintry cold? 00208 His breast is love's all worship'd tomb, 00209 Where all love's pilgrims come,

00210 Bring me an axe and spade, 00211 Bring me a winding sheet; 00212 When I my grave have made, 00213 Let winds and tempests beat: 00214 Then down I'll lie, as cold as clay. 00215 True love doth pass away!

00216 SONG.

00217 Love and harmony combine, 00218 And around our souls intwine, 00219 While thy branches mix with mine, 00220 And our roots together join.

00221 Joys upon our branches sit, 00222 Chirping loud, and singing sweet; 00223 Like gentle streams beneath our feet 00224 Innocence and virtue meet.

00225 Thou the golden fruit dost bear, 00226 I am clad in flowers fair; 00227 Thy sweet boughs perfume the air, 00228 And the turtle buildeth there.

00229 There she sits and feeds her young, 00230 Sweet I hear her mournful song; 00231 And thy lovely leaves among, 00232 There is love: I hear his tongue. <t1024>

00233 There his charming nest doth lay, 00234 There he sleeps the night away; 00235 There he sports along the day, 00236 And doth among our branches play.

00237 SONG.

00238 I love the jocund dance, 00239 The softly-breathing song, 00240 Where innocent eyes do glance, 00241 And where lisps the maiden's tongue.

00242 I love the laughing vale, 00243 I love the echoing hill, 00244 Where mirth does never fail, 00245 And the jolly swain laughs his fill.

00246 I love the pleasant cot, 00247 I love the innocent bow'r. 00248 Where white and brown is our lot, 00249 Or fruit in the mid-day hour.

00250 I love the oaken seat, 00251 Beneath the oaken tree, 00252 Where all the old villagers meet, 00253 And laugh our sports to see.

00254 I love our neighbours all, 00255 But, Kitty, I better love thee; 00256 And love them I ever shall, 00257 But thou art all to me.

00258 SONG.

00259 Memory, hither come, 00260 And tune your merry notes; 00261 And, while upon the wind, 00262 Your music floats, 00263 I'll pore upon the stream, 00264 Where sighing lovers dream, 00265 And fish for fancies as they pass 00266 Within the watery glass.

00267 I'll drink of the clear stream, 00268 And hear the linnet's song; 00269 And there I'll lie and dream 00270 The day along: 00271 And, when night comes, I'll go 00272 To places fit for woe; 00273 Walking along the darken'd valley, 00274 With silent Melancholy.

00275 MAD SONG.

00276 The wild winds weep, 00277 And the night is a-cold; 00278 Come hither, Sleep, 00279 And my griefs infold: <t1025> 00280 But lo! the morning peeps 00281 Over the eastern steeps, 00282 And the rustling birds of dawn <t1026> 00283 The earth do scorn.

00284 Lo! to the vault 00285 Of paved heaven, 00286 With sorrow fraught 00287 My notes are driven: 00288 They strike the ear of night, 00289 Make weep the eyes of day; 00290 They make mad the roaring winds, 00291 And with tempests play.

00292 Like a fiend in a cloud 00293 With howling woe, 00294 After night I do croud, 00295 And with night will go; 00296 I turn my back to the east,

00297 From whence comforts have increas'd; 00298 For light doth seize my brain 00299 With frantic pain.

00300 SONG.

00301 Fresh from the dewy hill, the merry year 00302 Smiles on my head, and mounts his flaming car; 00303 Round my young brows the laurel wreathes a shade, 00304 And rising glories beam around my head.

00305 My feet are wing'd, while o'er the dewy lawn, 00306 I meet my maiden, risen like the morn: 00307 Oh bless those holy feet, like angels' feet; 00308 Oh bless those limbs, beaming with heav'nly light!

00309 Like as an angel glitt'ring in the sky, 00310 In times of innocence, and holy joy; 00311 The joyful shepherd stops his grateful song, 00312 To hear the music of an angel's tongue.

00313 So when she speaks, the voice of Heaven I hear 00314 So when we walk, nothing impure comes near; 00315 Each field seems Eden, and each calm retreat; 00316 Each village seems the haunt of holy feet.

00317 But that sweet village where my black-ey'd maid, 00318 Closes her eyes in sleep beneath night's shade: 00319 Whene'er I enter, more than mortal fire 00320 Burns in my soul, and does my song inspire.

00321 SONG.

00322 When early morn walks forth in sober grey; 00323 Then to my black ey'd maid I haste away, 00324 When evening sits beneath her dusky bow'r, 00325 And gently sighs away the silent hour; 00326 The village bell alarms, away I go; 00327 And the vale darkens at my pensive woe.

00328 To that sweet village, where my black ey'd maid 00329 Doth drop a tear beneath the silent shade, 00330 I turn my eyes; and, pensive as I go, 00331 Curse my black stars, and bless my pleasing woe.

00332 Oft when the summer sleeps among the trees, 00333 Whisp'ring faint murmurs to the scanty breeze, 00334 I walk the village round; if at her side 00335 A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride,

00336 I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe, 00337 That made my love so high, and me so low.

00338 O should she e'er prove false, his limbs I'd tear, 00339 And throw all pity on the burning air; 00340 I'd curse bright fortune for my mixed lot, 00341 And then I'd die in peace, and be forgot.


00343 Whether on Ida's shady brow, 00344 Or in the chambers of the East, 00345 The chambers of the sun, that now 00346 From antient melody have ceas'd; 00347 Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair, 00348 Or the green corners of the earth, 00349 Or the blue regions of the air, 00350 Where the melodious winds have birth;

00351 Whether on chrystal rocks ye rove, 00352 Beneath the bosom of the sea 00353 Wand'ring in many a coral grove, 00354 Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!

00355 How have you left the antient love 00356 That bards of old enjoy'd in you! 00357 The languid strings do scarcely move! 00358 The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!


00360 Come, kings, and listen to my song, 00361 When Gwin, the son of Nore, 00362 Over the nations of the North 00363 His cruel sceptre bore:

00364 The Nobles of the land did feed 00365 Upon the hungry Poor; 00366 They tear the poor man's lamb, and drive 00367 The needy from their door!

00368 The land is desolate; our wives <t1027> 00369 And children cry for bread; 00370 Arise, and pull the tyrant down; 00371 Let Gwin be humbled.

00372 Gordred the giant rous'd himself 00373 From sleeping in his cave;

00374 He shook the hills, and in the clouds 00375 The troubl'd banners wave.

00376 Beneath them roll'd, like tempests black, 00377 The num'rous sons of blood; 00378 Like lions' whelps, roaring abroad, 00379 Seeking their nightly food.

00380 Down Bleron's hills they dreadful rush, 00381 Their cry ascends the clouds; 00382 The trampling horse, and clanging arms 00383 Like rushing mighty floods!

00384 Their wives and children, weeping loud, 00385 Follow in wild array, 00386 Howling like ghosts, furious as wolves 00387 In the bleak wintry day.

00388 "Pull down the tyrant to the dust, 00389 "Let Gwin be humbled," 00390 They cry; "and let ten thousand lives 00391 "Pay for the tyrant's head."

00392 From tow'r to tow'r the watchmen cry, 00393 "O Gwin, the son of Nore, 00394 "Arouse thyself! the nations black, 00395 "Like clouds, come rolling o'er!"

00396 Gwin rear'd his shield, his palace shakes, 00397 His chiefs come rushing round; 00398 Each, like an awful thunder cloud, 00399 With voice of solemn sound.

00400 Like reared stones around a grave 00401 They stand around the King; 00402 Then suddenly each seiz'd his spear, 00403 And clashing steel does ring,

00404 The husbandman does leave his plow, 00405 To wade thro' fields of gore; 00406 The merchant binds his brows in steel, 00407 And leaves the trading shore:

00408 The shepherd leaves his mellow pipe, 00409 And sounds the trumpet shrill; 00410 The workman throws his hammer down 00411 To heave the bloody bill.

00412 Like the tall ghost of Barraton, 00413 Who sports in stormy sky,

00414 Gwin leads his host as black as night, 00415 When pestilence does fly.

00416 With horses and with chariots-- 00417 And all his spearmen bold, 00418 March to the sound of mournful song, 00419 Like clouds around him roll'd.

00420 Gwin lifts his hand--the nations halt; 00421 "Prepare for war," he cries-- 00422 Gordred appears!--his frowning brow <t1028> 00423 Troubles our northern skies.

00424 The armies stand, like balances 00425 Held in th' Almighty's hand;-- 00426 "Gwin, thou hast fill'd thy measure up, 00427 "Thou'rt swept from out the land."

00428 And now the raging armies rush'd, 00429 Like warring mighty seas; 00430 The Heav'ns are shook with roaring war, 00431 The dust ascends the skies!

00432 Earth smokes with blood, and groans, and shakes, 00433 To drink her childrens' gore, 00434 A sea of blood; nor can the eye 00435 See to the trembling shore!

00436 And on the verge of this wild sea 00437 Famine and death doth cry; 00438 The cries of women and of babes. 00439 Over the field doth fly.

00440 The King is seen raging afar; 00441 With all his men of might; 00442 Like blazing comets, scattering death 00443 Thro' the red fev'rous night.

00444 Beneath his arm like sheep they die, 00445 And groan upon the plain; 00446 The battle faints, and bloody men 00447 Fight upon hills of slain.

00448 Now death is sick, and riven men 00449 Labour and toil for life; 00450 Steed rolls on steed, and shield on shield, 00451 Sunk in this sea of strife!

00452 The god of war is drunk with blood, 00453 The earth doth faint and fail;

00454 The stench of blood makes sick the heav'ns; 00455 Ghosts glut the throat of hell!

00456 O what have Kings to answer for, 00457 Before that awful throne! 00458 When thousand deaths for vengeance cry, 00459 And ghosts accusing groan!

00460 Like blazing comets in the sky, 00461 That shake the stars of light, 00462 Which drop like fruit unto the earth, 00463 Thro' the fierce burning night;

00464 Like these did Gwin and Gordred meet, 00465 And the first blow decides; 00466 Down from the brow unto the breast 00467 Gordred his head divides!

00468 Gwin fell; the Sons of Norway fled, 00469 All that remain'd alive; 00470 The rest did fill the vale of death, 00471 For them the eagles strive.

00472 The river Dorman roll'd their blood 00473 Into the northern sea; 00474 Who mourn'd his sons, and overwhelm'd 00475 The pleasant south country.

00476 AN 00477 IMITATION OF SPEN[S]ER. <t1029>

00478 Golden Apollo, that thro' heaven wide 00479 Scatter'st the rays of light, and truth's beams! 00480 In lucent words my darkling verses dight, 00481 And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams, 00482 That wisdom may descend in fairy dreams: 00483 All while the jocund hours in thy train 00484 Scatter their fancies at thy poet's feet; 00485 And when thou yields to night thy wide domain, <t1030> 00486 Let rays of truth enlight his sleeping brain.

00487 For brutish Pan in vain might thee assay 00488 With tinkling sounds to dash thy nervous verse, 00489 Sound without sense; yet in his rude affray, 00490 (For ignorance is Folly's leesing nurse, <t1031> 00491 And love of Folly needs none other curse;) <t1032> 00492 Midas the praise hath gain'd of lengthen'd eares, <t1033> 00493 For which himself might deem him neer the worse

00494 To sit in council with his modern peers, 00495 And judge of tinkling rhimes, and elegances terse.

00496 And thou, Mercurius, that with winged brow 00497 Dost mount aloft into the yielding sky, 00498 And thro' Heav'n's halls thy airy flight dost throw, 00499 Entering with holy feet to where on high 00500 Jove weighs the counsel of futurity; 00501 Then, laden with eternal fate, dost go 00502 Down, like a falling star, from autumn sky, 00503 And o'er the surface of the silent deep dost fly.

00504 If thou arrivest at the sandy shore, 00505 Where nought but envious hissing adders dwell, 00506 Thy golden rod, thrown on the dusty floor, 00507 Can charm to harmony with potent spell; 00508 Such is sweet Eloquence, that does dispel 00509 Envy and Hate, that thirst for human gore: 00510 And cause in sweet society to dwell 00511 Vile savage minds that lurk in lonely cell.

00512 O Mercury, assist my lab'ring sense, 00513 That round the circle of the world wou'd fly! 00514 As the wing'd eagle scorns the tow'ry fence 00515 Of Alpine hills round his high aery, 00516 And searches thro' the corners of the sky, 00517 Sports in the clouds to hear the thunder's sound, 00518 And see the winged lightnings as they fly, <t1034> 00519 Then, bosom'd in an amber cloud, around 00520 Plumes his wide wings, and seeks Sol's palace high.

00521 And thou, O warrior maid, invincible, <t1035> 00522 Arm'd with the terrors of Almighty Jove! 00523 Pallas, Minerva, maiden terrible, 00524 Lov'st thou to walk the peaceful solemn grove, 00525 In solemn gloom of branches interwove? 00526 Or bear'st thy Egis o'er the burning field, 00527 Where, like the sea, the waves of battle move? 00528 Or have thy soft piteous eyes beheld 00529 The weary wanderer thro' the desert rove? 00530 Or does th' afflicted man thy heav'nly bosom move?


00532 When silver Snow decks Susan's cloaths, 00533 And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, 00534 The blushing bank is all my care,

00535 With hearth so red, and walls so fair; 00536 "Heap the sea-coal; come, heap it higher, 00537 "The oaken log lay on the fire:" 00538 The well-wash'd stools, a circling row, 00539 With lad and lass, how fair the show! 00540 The merry can of nut-brown ale, 00541 The laughing jest, the love-sick tale, 00542 'Till tir'd of chat, the game begins, 00543 The lasses prick the lads with pins; 00544 Roger from Dolly twitch'd the stool, 00545 She falling, kiss'd the ground, poor fool! 00546 She blush'd so red, with side-long glance 00547 At hob-nail Dick, who griev'd the chance. 00548 But now for Blind-man's Buff they call; 00549 Of each incumbrance clear the hall-- 00550 Jenny her silken kerchief folds, 00551 And blear-ey'd Will the black lot holds; 00552 Now laughing, stops, with "Silence! hush!" 00553 And Peggy Pout gives Sam a push.-- 00554 The Blind-man's arms, extended wide, 00555 Sam slips between;--"O woe betide 00556 Thee, clumsy Will!"--but titt'ring Kate 00557 Is pen'd up in the corner strait! 00558 And now Will's eyes beheld the play, 00559 He thought his face was t'other way.--- 00560 "Now, Kitty, now; what chance hast thou, 00561 "Roger so near thee, Trips; I vow!["] 00562 She catches him--then Roger ties 00563 His own head up--but not his eyes; 00564 For thro' the slender cloth he sees, 00565 And runs at Sam, who slips with ease 00566 His clumsy hold; and, dodging round, 00567 Sukey is tumbled on the ground!--- 00568 "See what it is to play unfair! 00569 "Where cheating is, there's mischief there." 00570 But Roger still pursues the chace,-- 00571 "He sees! he sees!["] cries softly Grace; 00572 "O Roger, thou, unskill'd in art, 00573 "Must, surer bound, go thro' thy part!" 00574 Now Kitty, pert, repeats the rhymes, 00575 And Roger turns him round three times; 00576 Then pauses ere he starts--but Dick 00577 Was mischief bent upon a trick: 00578 Down on his hands and knees he lay, 00579 Directly in the Blind-man's way-- 00580 Then cries out, "Hem!" Hodge heard, and ran

00581 With hood-wink'd chance--sure of his man; 00582 But down he came.--Alas, how frail 00583 Our best of hopes, how soon they fail! 00584 With crimson drops he stains the ground, 00585 Confusion startles all around! 00586 Poor piteous Dick supports his head, 00587 And fain would cure the hurt he made; 00588 But Kitty hasted with a key, 00589 And down his back they strait convey 00590 The cold relief--the blood is stay'd, 00591 And Hodge again holds up his head. 00592 Such are the fortunes of the game, 00593 And those who play should stop the same 00594 By wholesome laws; such as[:]all those 00595 Who on the blinded man impose, <t1036> 00596 Stand in his stead; as long a-gone 00597 When men were first a nation grown; 00598 Lawless they liv'd--till wantonness 00599 And liberty began t' increase; 00600 And one man lay in another's way, 00601 Then laws were made to keep fair play.


00603 PERSONS. 00604 King Edward. - Lord Audley. 00605 The Black Prince. - Lord Percy. 00606 Queen Philippa. - Bishop. 00607 Duke of Clarence. - William, Dagworth's Man. 00608 Sir John Chandos. 00609 Sir Thomas Dagworth. - Peter Blunt, a common Soldier. 00610 Sir Walter Manny.

00611 SCENE [1], The Coast of France, King Edward and Nobles. The Army. 00612<t1037>

00613 King.

00614 O thou, to whose fury the nations are 00615 But as dust! maintain thy servant's right. 00616 Without thine aid, the twisted mail, and spear, 00617 And forged helm, and shield of seven times beaten brass,

00618 Are idle trophies of the vanquisher. 00619 When confusion rages, when the field is in a flame, 00620 When the cries of blood tear horror from heav'n, 00621 And yelling death runs up and down the ranks, 00622 Let Liberty, the charter'd right of Englishmen, 00623 Won by our fathers in many a glorious field, 00624 Enerve my soldiers; let Liberty 00625 Blaze in each countenance, and fire the battle. 00626 The enemy fight in chains, invisible chains, but heavy; 00627 Their minds are fetter'd; then how can they be free, 00628 While, like the mounting flame, 00629 We spring to battle o'er the floods of death? 00630 And these fair youths, the flow'r of England, 00631 Vent'ring their lives in my most righteous cause, 00632 O sheathe their hearts with triple steel, that they 00633 May emulate their fathers' virtues. 00634 And thou, my son, be strong; thou fightest for a crown 00635 That death can never ravish from thy brow, 00636 A crown of glory: but from thy very dust 00637 Shall beam a radiance, to fire the breasts 00638 Of youth unborn! Our names are written equal 00639 In fame's wide trophied hall; 'tis ours to gild 00640 The letters, and to make them shine with gold 00641 That never tarnishes: whether Third Edward, 00642 Or the Prince of Wales, or Montacute, or Mortimer, 00643 Or ev'n the least by birth, shall gain the brightest fame, 00644 Is in his hand to whom all men are equal. 00645 The world of men are like the num'rous stars, 00646 That beam and twinkle in the depth of night, 00647 Each clad in glory according to his sphere;-- 00648 But we, that wander from our native seats, 00649 And beam forth lustre on a darkling world, 00650 Grow larger as we advance! and some perhaps 00651 The most obscure at home, that scarce were seen 00652 To twinkle in their sphere, may so advance, 00653 That the astonish'd world, with up-turn'd eyes, 00654 Regardless of the moon, and those that once were bright, 00655 Stand only for to gaze upon their splendor!

00656 [He here knights the Prince, and other young Nobles.]

00657 Now let us take a just revenge for those 00658 Brave Lords, who fell beneath the bloody axe 00659 At Paris. Thanks, noble Harcourt, for 'twas 00660 By your advice we landed here in Brittany-- 00661 A country not yet sown with destruction, 00662 And where the fiery whirlwind of swift war

00663 Has not yet swept its desolating wing.--- 00664 Into three parties we divide by day, 00665 And separate march, but join again at night: 00666 Each knows his rank, and Heav'n marshal all. [Exeunt.

00667 King Edward III SCENE [2], English Court; Lionel, Duke of Clarence; 00668 Queen Philippa, Lords, Bishop, &c. 00669 Clarence.

00670 My Lords, I have, by the advice of her 00671 Whom I am doubly bound to obey, my Parent 00672 And my Sovereign, call'd you together. 00673 My task is great, my burden heavier than 00674 My unfledg'd years; 00675 Yet, with your kind assistance, Lords, I hope 00676 England shall dwell in peace; that while my father 00677 Toils in his wars, and turns his eyes on this 00678 His native shore, and sees commerce fly round 00679 With his white wings, and sees his golden London, 00680 And her silver Thames, throng'd with shining spires 00681 And corded ships; her merchants buzzing round 00682 Like summer bees, and all the golden cities 00683 In his land, overflowing with honey, 00684 Glory may not be dimm'd with clouds of care. 00685 Say, Lords, should not our thoughts be first to commerce? 00686 My Lord Bishop, you would recommend us agriculture? 00687 Bishop. Sweet Prince! the arts of peace are great, 00688 And no less glorious than those of war, 00689 Perhaps more glorious in the ph[i]losophic mind. 00690 When I sit at my home, a private man, 00691 My thoughts are on my gardens, and my fields, 00692 How to employ the hand that lacketh bread. 00693 If Industry is in my diocese, 00694 Religion will flourish; each man's heart 00695 Is cultivated, and will bring forth fruit: 00696 This is my private duty and my pleasure. 00697 But as I sit in council with my prince, 00698 My thoughts take in the gen'ral good of the whole, 00699 And England is the land favour'd by Commerce; 00700 For Commerce, tho' the child of Agriculture, 00701 Fosters his parent, who else must sweat and toil, 00702 And gain but scanty fare. Then, my dear Lord, 00703 Be England's trade our care; and we, as tradesmen, 00704 Looking to the gain of this our native land.

00705 Clar. O my good Lord, true wisdom drops like honey 00706 From your tongue, as from a worship'd oak! 00707 Forgive, my Lords, my talkative youth, that speaks 00708 Not merely what my narrow observation has 00709 Pick'd up, but what I have concluded from your lessons: 00710 Now, by the Queen's advice, I ask your leave 00711 To dine to-morrow with the Mayor of London: 00712 If I obtain your leave, I have another boon 00713 To ask, which is, the favour of your company; 00714 I fear Lord Percy will not give me leave. 00715 Percy. Dear Sir, a prince should always keep his state, 00716 And grant his favours with a sparing hand, 00717 Or they are never rightly valued. 00718 These are my thoughts, yet it were best to go; 00719 But keep a proper dignity, for now 00720 You represent the sacred person of 00721 Your father; 'tis with princes as 'tis with the sun, 00722 If not sometimes o'er-clouded, we grow weary 00723 Of his officious glory. 00724 Clar. Then you will give me leave to shine sometimes, 00725 My Lord? 00726 Lord. Thou hast a gallant spirit, which I fear 00727 Will be imposed on by the closer sort! [Aside. 00728 Clar. Well, I'll endeavour to take 00729 Lord Percy's advice; I have been used so much 00730 To dignity, that I'm sick on't. 00731 Queen Phil. Fie, Fie, Lord Clarence; you proceed not to business, 00732 But speak of your own pleasures. 00733 I hope their Lordships will excuse your giddiness. 00734 Clar. My Lords, the French have fitted out many 00735 Small ships of war, that, like to ravening wolves, 00736 Infest our English seas, devouring all 00737 Our burden'd vessels, spoiling our naval flocks. 00738 The merchants do complain, and beg our aid. 00739 Percy. The merchants are rich enough; 00740 Can they not help themselves? 00741 Bish. They can, and may; but how to gain their will, 00742 Requires our countenance and help. 00743 Percy. When that they find they must, my Lord, they will: 00744 Let them but suffer awhile, and you shall see 00745 They will bestir themselves. 00746 Bish. Lord Percy cannot mean that we should suffer 00747 This disgrace; if so, we are not sovereigns 00748 Of the sea; our right, that Heaven gave 00749 To England, when at the birth of nature 00750 She was seated in the deep, the Ocean ceas'd

00751 His mighty roar; and, fawning, play'd around 00752 Her snowy feet, and own'd his awful Queen. <t1038> 00753 Lord Percy, if the heart is sick, the head 00754 Must be aggriev'd; if but one member suffer, 00755 The heart doth fail. You say, my Lord, the merchants 00756 Can, if they will, defend themselves against 00757 These rovers: this is a noble scheme, 00758 Worthy the brave Lord Percy, and as worthy 00759 His generous aid to put it into practice. 00760 Percy. Lord Bishop, what was rash in me, is wise 00761 In you; I dare not own the plan. 'Tis not 00762 Mine. Yet will I, if you please, 00763 Quickly to the Lord Mayor, and work him onward 00764 To this most glorious voyage, on which cast 00765 I'll set my whole estate. 00766 But we will bring these Gallic rovers under. 00767 Queen Phil. Thanks, brave Lord Percy; you have the thanks 00768 Of England's Queen, and will, ere long, of England. 00769 [Exeunt.

00770 King Edward III SCENE [3], At Cressey. Sir Thomas Dagworth and 00771 Lord Audley, meeting.

00772 Aud. Good morrow, brave Sir Thomas; the bright morn 00773 Smiles on our army, and the gallant sun 00774 Springs from the hills like a young hero 00775 Into the battle, shaking his golden locks 00776 Exultingly; this is a promising day. 00777 Dagw. Why, my Lord Audley, I don't know. 00778 Give me your hand, and now I'll tell you what 00779 I think you do not know--Edward's afraid of Philip. 00780 Aud. Ha, Ha, Sir Thomas! you but joke; 00781 Did you e'er see him fear? At Blanchetaque, <t1039> 00782 When almost singly he drove six thousand 00783 French from the ford, did he fear then? 00784 Dagw. Yes, fear; that made him fight so. 00785 Aud. By the same reason I might say, 'tis fear 00786 That makes you fight. 00787 Dagw. Mayhap you may; look upon Edward's face-- 00788 No one can say he fears. But when he turns 00789 His back, then I will say it to his face, 00790 He is afraid; he makes us all afraid. 00791 I cannot bear the enemy at my back. 00792 Now here we are at Cressy; where, to-morrow, 00793 To-morrow we shall know. I say, Lord Audley, 00794 That Edward runs away from Philip.

00795 Aud. Perhaps you think the Prince too is afraid? 00796 Dagw. No; God forbid! I'm sure he is not-- 00797 He is a young lion. O I have seen him fight, 00798 And give command, and lightning has flashed 00799 From his eyes across the field; I have seen him 00800 Shake hands with death, and strike a bargain for 00801 The enemy; he has danc'd in the field 00802 Of battle, like the youth at morrice play. 00803 I'm sure he's not afraid, nor Warwick, nor none, 00804 None of us but me; and I am very much afraid. 00805 Aud. Are you afraid too, Sir Thomas? 00806 I believe that as much as I believe 00807 The King's afraid; but what are you afraid of? 00808 Dagw. Of having my back laid open; we turn 00809 Our backs to the fire, till we shall burn our skirts. 00810 Aud. And this, Sir Thomas, you call fear? Your fear 00811 Is of a different kind then from the King's; 00812 He fears to turn his face, and you to turn your back.-- 00813 I do not think, Sir Thomas, you know what fear is.

00814 Enter Sir John Chandos.

00815 Chand. Good morrow, Generals; I give you joy: 00816 Welcome to the fields of Cressy. Here we stop, 00817 And wait for Philip. 00818 Dagw. I hope so. 00819 Aud. There, Sir Thomas; do you call that fear? 00820 Dagw. I don't know; perhaps he takes it by fits. 00821 Why, noble Chandos, look you here-- 00822 One rotten sheep spoils the whole flock; 00823 And if the bell-weather is tainted, I wish 00824 The Prince may not catch the distemper too. 00825 Chand. Distemper, Sir Thomas! what distemper? 00826 I have not heard. 00827 Dagw. Why, Chandos, you are a wise man, 00828 I know you understand me; a distemper 00829 The King caught here in France of running away. 00830 Aud. Sir Thomas, you say, you have caught it too. 00831 Dag. And so will the whole army; 'tis very catching, 00832 For when the coward runs, the brave man totters. 00833 Perhaps the air of the country is the cause.-- 00834 I feel it coming upon me, so I strive against it; 00835 You yet are whole, but after a few more 00836 Retreats, we all shall know how to retreat 00837 Better than fight.--To be plain, I think retreating 00838 Too often, takes away a soldier's courage.

00839 Chand. Here comes the King himself; tell him your thoughts 00840 Plainly, Sir Thomas. 00841 Dagw. I've told him before, but his disorder 00842 Makes him deaf.

00843 Enter King Edward and Black Prince.

00844 King. Good morrow, Generals; when English courage 00845 fails, 00846 Down goes our right to France; 00847 But we are conquerors every where; nothing 00848 Can stand our soldiers; each man is worthy 00849 Of a triumph. Such an army of heroes 00850 Neer shouted to the Heav'ns, nor shook the field. 00851 Edward, my son, thou art 00852 Most happy, having such command; the man 00853 Were base who were not fir'd to deeds 00854 Above heroic, having such examples. 00855 Prince. Sire! with respect and deference I look 00856 Upon such noble souls, and wish myself 00857 Worthy the high command that Heaven and you 00858 Have given me. When I have seen the field glow, 00859 And in each countenance the soul of war 00860 Curb'd by the manliest reason, I have been wing'd 00861 With certain victory; and 'tis my boast, 00862 And shall be still my glory. I was inspir'd 00863 By these brave troops. 00864 Dagw. Your Grace had better make 00865 Them all Generals. 00866 King. Sir Thomas Dagworth, you must have your joke, 00867 And shall, while you can fight as you did at 00868 The Ford. 00869 Dagw. I have a small petition to your Majesty. 00870 King. What can Sir Thomas Dagworth ask, that Edward 00871 Can refuse? 00872 Dagw. I hope your Majesty cannot refuse so great 00873 A trifle; I've gilt your cause with my best blood, 00874 And would again, were I not forbid 00875 By him whom I am bound to obey: my hands 00876 Are tied up, my courage shrunk and wither'd, 00877 My sinews slacken'd, and my voice scarce heard; 00878 Therefore I beg I may return to England. 00879 King. I know not what you could have ask'd, Sir Thomas, 00880 That I would not have sooner parted with 00881 Than such a soldier as you have been, and such a friend; 00882 Nay, I will know the most remote particulars 00883 Of this your strange petition; that, if I can, 00884 I still may keep you here.

00885 Dagw. Here on the fields of Cressy we are settled, 00886 'Till Philip springs the tim'rous covey again. 00887 The Wolf is hunted down by causeless fear; 00888 The Lion flees, and fear usurps his heart; 00889 Startled, astonish'd at the clam'rous Cock; 00890 The Eagle, that doth gaze upon the sun, 00891 Fears the small fire that plays about the fen; 00892 If, at this moment of their idle fear, 00893 The Dog doth seize the Wolf, the Forester the Lion, 00894 The Negro in the crevice of the rock, 00895 Doth seize the soaring Eagle; undone by flight, 00896 They tame submit: such the effect flight has 00897 On noble souls. Now hear its opposite: 00898 The tim'rous Stag starts from the thicket wild, 00899 The fearful Crane springs from the splashy fen, 00900 The shining Snake glides o'er the bending grass, 00901 The Stag turns head! and bays the crying Hounds; 00902 The Crane o'ertaken, sighteth with the Hawk; 00903 The Snake doth turn, and bite the padding foot; 00904 And, if your Majesty's afraid of Philip, 00905 You are more like a Lion than a Crane: 00906 Therefore I beg I may return to England. 00907 King. Sir Thomas, now I understand your mirth, 00908 Which often plays with Wisdom for its pastime, 00909 And brings good counsel from the breast of laughter, 00910 I hope you'll stay, and see us fight this battle, 00911 And reap rich harvest in the fields of Cressy; 00912 Then go to England, tell them how we fight, 00913 And set all hearts on fire to be with us. 00914 Philip is plum'd, and thinks we flee from him, 00915 Else he would never dare to attack us. Now, 00916 Now the quarry's set! and Death doth sport 00917 In the bright sunshine of this fatal day. 00918 Dagw. Now my heart dances, and I am as light 00919 As the young bridegroom going to be married. 00920 Now must I to my soldiers, get them ready, 00921 Furbish our armours bright, new plume our helms, 00922 And we will sing, like the young housewives busied 00923 In the dairy; my feet are wing'd, but not 00924 For flight, an please your grace. 00925 King. If all my soldiers are as pleas'd as you, 00926 'Twill be a gallant thing to fight or die; 00927 Then I can never be afraid of Philip. 00928 Dagw. A raw-bond fellow t'other day pass'd by me; 00929 I told him to put off his hungry looks-- 00930 He answer'd me, "I hunger for another battle." 00931 I saw a little Welchman with a fiery face;

00932 I told him he look'd like a candle half 00933 Burn'd out; he answer'd, he was "pig enough 00934 "To light another pattle." Last night, beneath 00935 The moon I walk'd abroad, when all had pitch'd 00936 Their tents, and all were still, 00937 I heard a blooming youth singing a song 00938 He had compos'd, and at each pause he wip'd 00939 His dropping eyes. The ditty was, "if he 00940 "Return'd victorious, he should wed a maiden 00941 "Fairer than snow, and rich as midsummer." 00942 Another wept, and wish'd health to his father. 00943 I chid them both, but gave them noble hopes. 00944 These are the minds that glory in the battle, 00945 And leap and dance to hear the trumpet sound. 00946 King. Sir Thomas Dagworth, be thou near our person; 00947 Thy heart is richer than the vales of France: 00948 I will not part with such a man as thee. 00949 If Philip came arm'd in the ribs of death, 00950 And shook his mortal dart against my head, 00951 Thoud'st laugh his fury into nerveless shame! 00952 Go now, for thou art suited to the work, 00953 Throughout the camp; enflame the timorous, 00954 Blow up the sluggish into ardour, and 00955 Confirm the strong with strength, the weak inspire, 00956 And wing their brows with hope and expectation: 00957 Then to our tent return, and meet to council. [Exit Dagworth. 00958 Chand. That man's a hero in his closet, and more 00959 A hero to the servants of his house 00960 Then to the gaping world; he carries windows 00961 In that enlarged breast of his, that all 00962 May see what's done within. 00963 Prince. He is a genuine Englishman, my Chandos, 00964 And hath the spirit of Liberty within him. 00965 Forgive my prejudice, Sir John; I think 00966 My Englishmen the bravest people on 00967 The face of the earth. 00968 Chand. Courage, my Lord, proceeds from self-dependence; 00969 Teach man to think he's a free agent, 00970 Give but a slave his liberty, he'll shake 00971 Off sloth, and build himself a hut, and hedge 00972 A spot of ground; this he'll defend; 'tis his 00973 By right of nature: thus set in action, 00974 He will still move onward to plan conveniences, 00975 'Till glory fires his breast to enlarge his castle, 00976 While the poor slave drudges all day, in hope 00977 To rest at night. 00978 King. O Liberty, how glorious art thou!

00979 I see thee hov'ring o'er my army, with 00980 Thy wide-stretch'd plumes; I see thee 00981 Lead them on to battle; 00982 I see thee blow thy golden trumpet, while 00983 Thy sons shout the strong shout of victory! 00984 O noble Chandos! think thyself a gardener, 00985 My son a vine, which I commit unto 00986 Thy care; prune all extravagant shoots, and guide 00987 Th' ambitious tendrils in the paths of wisdom; 00988 Water him with thy advice, and Heav'n 00989 Rain fresh'ning dew upon his branches. And, 00990 O Edward, my dear son! learn to think lowly of 00991 Thyself, as we may all each prefer other-- 00992 'Tis the best policy, and 'tis our duty. [Exit King Edward. <t1040> 00993 Prince. And may our duty, Chandos, be our pleasure-- 00994 Now we are alone, Sir John, I will unburden, 00995 And breathe my hopes into the burning air, 00996 Where thousand deaths are posting up and down, 00997 Commission'd to this fatal field of Cressy; 00998 Methinks I see them arm my gallant soldiers, 00999 And gird the sword upon each thigh, and fit 01000 Each shining helm, and string each stubborn bow, 01001 And dance to the neighing of our steeds. 01002 Methinks the shout begins, the battle burns; 01003 Methinks I see them perch on English crests, 01004 And roar the wild flame of fierce war, upon 01005 The thronged enemy! In truth, I am too full; 01006 It is my sin to love the noise of war. 01007 Chandos, thou seest my weakness; strong nature 01008 Will bend or break us; my blood, like a springtide, 01009 Does rise so high, to overflow all bounds 01010 Of moderation; while Reason, in his <t1041> 01011 Frail bark, can see no shore or bound for vast 01012 Ambition. Come, take the helm, my Chandos, 01013 That my full-blown sails overset me not 01014 In the wild tempest; condemn my 'ventrous youth, 01015 That plays with danger, as the innocent child, 01016 Unthinking, plays upon the viper's den: 01017 I am a coward, in my reason, Chandos. 01018 Chand. You are a man, my prince, and a brave man, 01019 If I can judge of actions; but your heat 01020 Is the effect of youth, and want of use; 01021 Use makes the armed field and noisy war 01022 Pass over as a summer cloud, unregarded, 01023 Or but expected as a thing of course. 01024 Age is contemplative; each rolling year

01025 Brings forth fruit to the mind's treasure-house; 01026 While vacant youth doth crave and seek about 01027 Within itself, and findeth discontent: 01028 Then, tir'd of thought, impatient takes the wing, 01029 Seizes the fruits of time, attacks experience, 01030 Roams round vast Nature's forest, where no bounds 01031 Are set, the swiftest may have room, the strongest 01032 Find prey; till tir'd at length, sated and tired 01033 With the changing sameness, old variety, 01034 We sit us down, and view our former joys 01035 With distaste and dislike. 01036 Prince. Then if we must tug for experience, 01037 Let us not fear to beat round Nature's wilds, 01038 And rouze the strongest prey; then if we fall, 01039 We fall with glory; I know the wolf 01040 Is dangerous to fight, not good for food, 01041 Nor is the hide a comely vestment; so 01042 We have our battle for our pains. I know 01043 That youth has need of age to point fit prey, 01044 And oft the stander-by shall steal the fruit 01045 Of th' other's labour. This is philosophy; 01046 These are the tricks of the world; but the pure soul 01047 Shall mount on native wings, disdaining 01048 Little sport, and cut a path into the heaven of glory, 01049 Leaving a track of light for men to wonder at. 01050 I'm glad my father does not hear me talk; 01051 You can find friendly excuses for me, Chandos; 01052 But do you not think, Sir John, that if it please 01053 Th' Almighty to stretch out my span of life, 01054 I shall with pleasure view a glorious action, 01055 Which my youth master'd. 01056 Chand. Considerate age, my Lord, views motives, 01057 And not acts; when neither warbling voice, 01058 Nor trilling pipe is heard, nor pleasure sits 01059 With trembling age; the voice of Conscience then, 01060 Sweeter than music in a summer's eve, 01061 Shall warble round the snowy head, and keep 01062 Sweet symphony to feather'd angels, sitting 01063 As guardians round your chair; then shall the pulse 01064 Beat slow, and taste, and touch, and sight, and sound, and smell, 01065 That sing and dance round Reason's fine-wrought throne, 01066 Shall flee away, and leave him all forlorn; <t1042> 01067 Yet not forlorn if Conscience is his friend. [Exeunt.

01068 King Edward III SCENE [4] in Sir Thomas Dagworth's Tent, Dagworth and William his Man.

01069 Dagw. Bring hither my armour, William; 01070 Ambition is the growth of ev'ry clime. 01071 Will. Does it grow in England, Sir? 01072 Dagw. Aye, it grows most in lands most cultivated. 01073 Will. Then it grows most in France; the vines here 01074 Are finer than any we have in England. 01075 Dagw. Aye, but the oaks are not. 01076 Will. What is the tree you mentioned? I don't think I ever saw it. 01077 Dagw. Ambition. 01078 Will. Is it a little creeping root that grows in ditches? 01079 Dagw. Thou dost not understand me, William. 01080 It is a root that grows in every breast; 01081 Ambition is the desire or passion that one man 01082 Has to get before another, in any pursuit after glory; 01083 But I don't think you have any of it. 01084 Will. Yes, I have; I have a great ambition to know 01085 every thing, Sir. 01086 Dagw. But when our first ideas are wrong, what follows 01087 must all be wrong of course; 'tis best to know a little, and to 01088 know that little aright. 01089 Will. Then, Sir, I should be glad to know if it was not 01090 ambition that brought over our King to France to fight for his 01091 right? 01092 Dagw. Tho' the knowledge of that will not profit thee 01093 much, yet I will tell you that it was ambition. 01094 Will. Then if ambition is a sin, we are all guilty in 01095 coming with him, and in fighting for him. 01096 Dagw. Now, William, thou dost thrust the question home; 01097 but I must tell you, that guilt being an act of the mind, none 01098 are guilty but those whose minds are prompted by that same 01099 ambition. 01100 Will. Now I always thought, that a man might be guilty 01101 of doing wrong, without knowing it was wrong. 01102 Dagw. Thou art a natural philosopher, and knowest truth 01103 by instinct; while reason runs aground, as we have run our 01104 argument. Only remember, William, all have it in their power to 01105 know the motives of their own actions, and 'tis a sin to act 01106 without some reason. 01107 Will. And whoever acts without reason, may do a great 01108 deal of harm without knowing it. 01109 Dagw. Thou art an endless moralist. 01110 Will. Now there's a story come into my head, that I 01111 will tell your honour, if you'll give me leave. 01112 Dagw. No, William, save it till another time; this is 01113 no time for story-telling; but here comes one who is as 01114 entertaining as a good story.

01115 Enter Peter Blunt. 01116 Peter. Yonder's a musician going to play before the 01117 King; it's a new song about the French and English, and the <t1043> 01118 Prince has made the minstrel a 'squire, and given him I don't 01119 know what, and I can't tell whether he don't mention us all one 01120 by one; and he is to write another about all us that are to <t1044> 01121 die, that we may be remembered in Old England, for all our blood 01122 and bones are in France; and a great deal more that we shall all 01123 hear by and by; and I came to tell your honour, because you love 01124 to hear war-songs. 01125 Dagw. And who is this minstrel, Peter, dost know? 01126 Peter. O aye, I forgot to tell that; he has got the 01127 same name as Sir John Chandos, that the prince is always with-- 01128 the wise man, that knows us all as well as your honour, only e'nt 01129 so good natur'd. 01130 Dagw. I thank you, Peter, for your information, but not 01131 for your compliment, which is not true; there's as much 01132 difference between him and me, as between glittering sand and 01133 fruitful mold; or shining glass and a wrought diamond, set in 01134 rich gold, and fitted to the finger of an emperor: such is that 01135 worthy Chandos. 01136 Peter. I know your honour does not think any thing of 01137 yourself, but every body else does. 01138 Dagw. Go, Peter, get you gone; flattery is delicious, 01139 even from the lips of a babbler. [Exit Peter. 01140 Will. I never flatter your honour. 01141 Dagw. I don't know that. 01142 Will. Why you know, Sir, when we were in England, at 01143 the tournament at Windsor, and the Earl of Warwick was tumbled 01144 over, you ask'd me if he did not look well when he fell? and I 01145 said, No, he look'd very foolish; and you was very angry with me 01146 for not flattering you. 01147 Dagw. You mean that I was angry with you for not 01148 flattering the Earl of Warwick. [Exeunt.

01149 King Edward III SCENE [5], Sir Thomas Dagworth's Tent. Sir Thomas 01150 Dagworth--to him.

01151 Enter Sir Walter Manny.

01152 Sir Walter. Sir Thomas Dagworth, I have been weeping 01153 Over the men that are to die to-day. 01154 Dagw. Why, brave Sir Walter, you or I may fall. 01155 Sir Walter. I know this breathing flesh must lie and 01156 rot, 01157 Cover'd with silence and forgetfulness.-- 01158 Death wons in cities' smoke, and in still night, 01159 When men sleep in their beds, walketh about! 01160 How many in walled cities lie and groan, 01161 Turning themselves upon their beds,

01162 Talking with death, answering his hard demands! 01163 How many walk in darkness, terrors are round 01164 The curtains of their beds, destruction is 01165 Ready at the door! How many sleep 01166 In earth, cover'd with stones and deathy dust, 01167 Resting in quietness, whose spirits walk 01168 Upon the clouds of heaven, to die no more! 01169 Yet death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings! 01170 How terrible then is the field of death, 01171 Where he doth rend the vault of heaven, 01172 And shake the gates of hell! 01173 O Dagworth, France is sick! the very sky, 01174 Tho' sunshine light it, seems to me as pale 01175 As the pale fainting man on his death-bed, 01176 Whose face is shewn by light of sickly taper! 01177 It makes me sad and sick at very heart, 01178 Thousands must fall to-day! 01179 Dagw. Thousands of souls must leave this prison house, 01180 To be exalted to those heavenly fields, 01181 Where songs of triumph, palms of victory, <t1045> 01182 Where peace, and joy, and love, and calm content, 01183 Sit singing in the azure clouds, and strew 01184 Flowers of heaven's growth over the banquet-table: 01185 Bind ardent Hope upon your feet like shoes, 01186 Put on the robe of preparation, 01187 The table is prepar'd in shining heaven, 01188 The flowers of immortality are blown; 01189 Let those that fight, fight in good stedfastness, 01190 And those that fall shall rise in victory. 01191 Sir Walter. I've often seen the burning field of war, 01192 And often heard the dismal clang of arms; 01193 But never, till this fatal day of Cressy, 01194 Has my soul fainted with these views of death! 01195 I seem to be in one great charnel-house, 01196 And seem to scent the rotten carcases! 01197 I seem to hear the dismal yells of death, 01198 While the black gore drops from his horrid jaws: 01199 Yet I not fear the monster in his pride.-- 01200 But O the souls that are to die to-day! 01201 Dagw. Stop, brave Sir Walter; let me drop a tear, 01202 Then let the clarion of war begin; 01203 I'll fight and weep, 'tis in my country's cause; 01204 I'll weep and shout for glorious liberty. 01205 Grim war shall laugh and shout, decked in tears, 01206 And blood shall flow like streams across the meadows, 01207 That murmur down their pebbly channels, and

01208 Spend their sweet lives to do their country service: 01209 Then shall England's verdure shoot, her fields shall smile, 01210 Her ships shall sing across the foaming sea, 01211 Her mariners shall use the flute and viol, 01212 And rattling guns, and black and dreary war, 01213 Shall be no more. 01214 Sir Walter. Well; let the trumpet sound, and the drum beat; 01215 Let war stain the blue heavens with bloody banners, 01216 I'll draw my sword, nor ever sheath it up, 01217 'Till England blow the trump of victory, 01218 Or I lay stretch'd upon the field of death! 01219 Exeunt.

01220 King Edward III SCENE [6],in the Camp. Several of the Warriors 01221 met at the King's Tent with a Minstrel, who sings 01222 the following Song:

01223 O sons of Trojan Brutus, cloath'd in war, 01224 Whose voices are the thunder of the field, 01225 Rolling dark clouds o'er France, muffling the sun 01226 In sickly darkness like a dim eclipse, 01227 Threatening as the red brow of storms, as fire 01228 Burning up nations in your wrath and fury!

01229 Your ancestors came from the fires of Troy, 01230 (Like lions rouz'd by light'ning from their dens, 01231 Whose eyes do glare against the stormy fires) 01232 Heated with war, fill'd with the blood of Greeks, 01233 With helmets hewn, and shields covered with gore, 01234 In navies black, broken with wind and tide!

01235 They landed in firm array upon the rocks 01236 Of Albion; they kiss'd the rocky shore; 01237 "Be thou our mother, and our nurse," they said; 01238 "Our children's mother, and thou shalt be our grave; 01239 "The sepulchre of ancient Troy, from whence 01240 "Shall rise cities, and thrones, and arms, and awful pow'rs.

01241 Our fathers swarm from the ships. Giant voices 01242 Are heard from the hills, the enormous sons 01243 Of Ocean run from rocks and caves: wild men 01244 Naked and roaring like lions, hurling rocks, 01245 And wielding knotty clubs, like oaks entangled 01246 Thick as a forest, ready for the axe.

01247 Our fathers move in firm array to battle, 01248 The savage monsters rush like roaring fire;

01249 Like as a forest roars with crackling flames, 01250 When the red lightning, borne by furious storms, 01251 Lights on some woody shore; the parched heavens 01252 Rain fire into the molten raging sea!

01253 The smoaking trees are strewn upon the shore, 01254 Spoil'd of their verdure! O how oft have they 01255 Defy'd the storm that howled o'er their heads! 01256 Our fathers, sweating, lean on their spears, and view 01257 The mighty dead: giant bodies, streaming blood, 01258 Dread visages, frowning in silent death!

01259 Then Brutus spoke, inspir'd; our fathers sit 01260 Attentive on the melancholy shore:-- 01261 Hear ye the voice of Brutus--"The flowing waves 01262 "Of time come rolling o'er my breast," he said; 01263 "And my heart labours with futurity: 01264 "Our sons shall rule the empire of the sea.

01265 "Their mighty wings shall stretch from east to west, 01266 "Their nest is in the sea; but they shall roam 01267 "Like eagles for the prey; nor shall the young 01268 "Crave or be heard; for plenty shall bring forth, 01269 "Cities shall sing, and vales in rich array 01270 "Shall laugh, whose fruitful laps bend down with fulness.

01271 "Our sons shall rise from thrones in joy, 01272 "Each one buckling on his armour; Morning 01273 "Shall be prevented by their swords gleaming, 01274 "And Evening hear their song of victory! 01275 "Their towers shall be built upon the rocks, 01276 "Their daughters shall sing, surrounded with shining spears!

01277 "Liberty shall stand upon the cliffs of Albion, 01278 "Casting her blue eyes over the green ocean; 01279 "Or, tow'ring, stand upon the roaring waves, 01280 "Stretching her mighty spear o'er distant lands; 01281 "While, with her eagle wings, she covereth 01282 "Fair Albion's shore, and all her families."



01286 O For a voice like thunder, and a tongue 01287 To drown the throat of war!--When the senses 01288 Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, 01289 Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed 01290 Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?

01291 When the whirlwind of fury comes from the 01292 Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance 01293 Drive the nations together, who can stand? 01294 When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, 01295 And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death; 01296 When souls are torn to everlasting fire, 01297 And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain, 01298 O who can stand? O who hath caused this? 01299 O who can answer at the throne of God? 01300 The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it! 01301 Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!


01303 Justice hath heaved a sword to plunge in Albion's breast; for 01304 Albion's sins are crimson dy'd, and the red scourge follows her 01305 desolate sons! Then Patriot rose; full oft did Patriot rise, when 01306 Tyranny hath stain'd fair Albion's breast with her own children's 01307 gore. Round his majestic feet deep thunders roll; each heart 01308 does tremble, and each knee grows slack. The stars of heaven 01309 tremble: the roaring voice of war, the trumpet, calls to battle! 01310 Brother in brother's blood must bathe, rivers of death! O land, 01311 most hapless! O beauteous island, how forsaken! Weep from thy 01312 silver fountains; weep from thy gentle rivers! The angel of the 01313 island weeps! Thy widowed virgins weep beneath thy shades! Thy 01314 aged fathers gird themselves for war! The sucking infant lives to 01315 die in battle; the weeping mother feeds him for the slaughter! 01316 The husbandman doth leave his bending harvest! Blood cries afar! 01317 The land doth sow itself! The glittering youth of courts must 01318 gleam in arms! The aged senators their ancient swords assume! The 01319 trembling sinews of old age must work the work of death against 01320 their progeny; for Tyranny hath stretch'd his purple arm, and 01321 "blood," he cries; "the chariots and the horses, the noise of 01322 shout, and dreadful thunder of the battle heard afar!"--Beware, O 01323 Proud! thou shalt be humbled; thy cruel brow, thine iron heart is 01324 smitten, though lingering Fate is slow. O yet may Albion smile 01325 again, and stretch her peaceful arms, and raise her golden head, 01326 exultingly! Her citizens shall throng about her

01327 gates, her mariners shall sing upon the sea, and myriads shall to 01328 her temples crowd! Her sons shall joy as in the morning! Her 01329 daughters sing as to the rising year!

01330 A WAR SONG 01331 TO ENGLISHMEN. <t1046>

01332 Prepare, prepare, the iron helm of war, 01333 Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb; 01334 Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands, 01335 And casts them out upon the darken'd earth! 01336 Prepare, prepare.

01337 Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare 01338 Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth! 01339 Prepare your arms for glorious victory! 01340 Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God! 01341 Prepare, prepare.

01342 Whose fatal scroll is that? Methinks 'tis mine! 01343 Why sinks my heart, why faultereth my tongue? 01344 Had I three lives, I'd die in such a cause, 01345 And rise, with ghosts, over the well-fought field. 01346 Prepare, prepare.

01347 The arrows of Almighty God are drawn! 01348 Angels of Death stand in the low'ring heavens! 01349 Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light, 01350 And walk together on the clouds of heaven! 01351 Prepare, prepare.

01352 Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven's cause; 01353 Soldiers, prepare! Be worthy of our cause: 01354 Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky: 01355 Prepare, O troops, that are to fall to-day! 01356 Prepare, prepare.

01357 Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice; 01358 The Norman William, and the learned Clerk, 01359 And Lion Heart, and black-brow'd Edward, with 01360 His loyal queen shall rise, and welcome us! 01361 Prepare, prepare.

01362 THE 01363 COUCH OF DEATH.

01364 The veiled Evening walked solitary down the western hills, and 01365 Silence reposed in the valley; the birds of day were heard in 01366 their nests, rustling in brakes and thickets; and the owl and bat 01367 flew round the darkening trees: all is silent when Nature takes 01368 her repose.--In former times, on such [a]n evening, when the cold 01369 clay breathed with life, and our ancestors, who now sleep in 01370 their graves, walked on the stedfast globe, the remains of a 01371 family of the tribes of Earth, a mother and a sister were 01372 gathered to the sick bed of a youth: Sorrow linked them together, 01373 leaning on one another's necks alternately--like lilies, dropping 01374 tears in each other's bosom, they stood by the bed like reeds 01375 bending over a lake, when the evening drops trickle down. His 01376 voice was low as the whisperings of the woods when the wind is 01377 asleep, and the visions of Heaven unfold their visitation. 01378 "Parting is hard, and death is terrible; I seem to walk through a 01379 deep valley, far from the light of day, alone and comfortless! 01380 The damps of death fall thick upon me! Horrors stare me in the 01381 face! I look behind, there is no returning; Death follows after 01382 me; I walk in regions of Death, where no tree is; without a 01383 lantern to direct my steps, without a staff to support me."--Thus 01384 he laments through the still evening, till the curtains of 01385 darkness were drawn! Like the sound of a broken pipe, the aged 01386 woman raised her voice. "O my son, my son, I know but little of 01387 the path thou goest! But lo, there is a God, who made the world; 01388 stretch out thy hand to Him." The youth replied, like a voice 01389 heard from a sepulchre, "My hand is feeble, how should I stretch 01390 it out? My ways are sinful, how should I raise mine eyes? My 01391 voice hath used deceit, how should I call on Him who is Truth? My 01392 breath is loathsome, how should he not be offended? If I lay my 01393 face in the dust, the grave opens its mouth for me; if I lift up 01394 my head, sin covers me as a cloak! O my dear friends, pray ye for 01395 me! Stretch forth your hands, that my helper may come! Through 01396 the void space I walk between the sinful world and eternity! 01397 Beneath me burns eternal fire! O for a hand to pluck me forth!" 01398 As the voice of an omen heard in the silent valley, when the few 01399 inhabitants cling trembling together; as the voice of the Angel 01400 of Death, when the thin beams of the moon give a faint light, 01401 such was this young man's voice to his friends! Like the bubbling 01402 waters of the brook in the dead of night, the aged woman raised 01403 her cry, and said, "O Voice, that dwellest in my breast, can I 01404 not cry, and lift my eyes to heaven? Thinking of this, my spirit 01405 is turned within me into confusion! O my child, my child! is thy 01406 breath infected? So is mine. As the deer, wounded by the brooks 01407 of water, so the arrows of sin stick in my flesh; the poison hath 01408 entered into my marrow."--Like rolling waves, upon a desert 01409 shore, sighs succeeded sighs; they covered their faces, and wept! 01410 The youth lay silent--his mother's arm was

01411 under his head; he was like a cloud tossed by the winds, till the 01412 sun shine, and the drops of rain glisten, the yellow harvest 01413 breathes, and the thankful eyes of the villagers are turned up in 01414 smiles. The traveller that hath taken shelter under an oak, eyes 01415 the distant country with joy! Such smiles were seen upon the 01416 face of the youth! a visionary hand wiped away his tears, and a 01417 ray of light beamed around his head! All was still. The moon 01418 hung not out her lamp, and the stars faintly glimmered in the 01419 summer sky; the breath of night slept among the leaves of the 01420 forest; the bosom of the lofty hill drank in the silent dew, 01421 while on his majestic brow the voice of Angels is heard, and 01422 stringed sounds ride upon the wings of night. The sorrowful pair 01423 lift up their heads, hovering Angels are around them, voices of 01424 comfort are heard over the Couch of Death, and the youth breathes 01425 out his soul with joy into eternity.


01427 Who is this, that with unerring step dares tempt the wilds, where 01428 only Nature's foot hath trod? 'Tis Contemplation, daughter of the 01429 grey Morning! Majestical she steppeth, and with her pure quill on 01430 every flower writeth Wisdom's name. Now lowly bending, whispers 01431 in mine ear, "O man, how great, how little thou! O man, slave of 01432 each moment, lord of eternity! seest thou where Mirth sits on the 01433 painted cheek? doth it not seem ashamed of such a place, and grow 01434 immoderate to brave it out? O what an humble garb true joy puts 01435 on! Those who want Happiness must stoop to find it; it is a 01436 flower that grows in every vale. Vain foolish man, that roams on 01437 lofty rocks! where, 'cause his garments are swoln with wind, he 01438 fancies he is grown into a giant! Lo then, Humility, take it, and 01439 wear it in thine heart; lord of thyself, thou then art lord of 01440 all. Clamour brawls along the streets, and destruction hovers in 01441 the city's smoak; but on these plains, and in these silent woods, 01442 true joys descend: here build thy nest; here fix thy staff; 01443 delights blossom around; numberless beauties blow; the green 01444 grass springs in joy, and the nimble air kisses the leaves; the 01445 brook stretches its arms along the velvet meadow, its silver 01446 inhabitants sport and play; the youthful sun joys like a hunter 01447 rouzed to the chace: he rushes up the sky, and lays hold on the 01448 immortal coursers of day; the sky glitters with the jingling 01449 trappings! Like a triumph, season follows season, while the airy 01450 music fills the world with joyful sounds." I answered, "Heavenly 01451 goddess! I am wrapped in mortality, my flesh is a prison, my 01452 bones the bars of death, Misery builds over our cottage roofs, 01453 and Discontent runs like a brook. Even in childhood, Sorrow 01454 slept with me in my cradle; he followed me up and down in the 01455 house when I grew up; he was my school-fellow: thus he was in my 01456 steps and in my play, till he became to me as my brother. I 01457 walked through dreary places with him, and in church-yards; and I 01458 oft found myself sitting by Sorrow on a tomb-stone!"

01459 SAMSON.

01460 Samson, the strongest of the children of men, I sing; how he was 01461 foiled by woman's arts, by a false wife brought to the gates of 01462 death! O Truth, that shinest with propitious beams, turning our 01463 earthly night to heavenly day, from presence of the Almighty 01464 Father! thou visitest our darkling world with blessed feet, 01465 bringing good news of Sin and Death destroyed! O white-robed 01466 Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with 01467 iron pens the words of truth, that all who pass may read.--Now 01468 Night, noon-tide of damned spirits, over the silent earth spreads 01469 her pavilion, while in dark council sat Philista's lords; and 01470 where strength failed, black thoughts in ambush lay. Their 01471 helmed youth and aged warriors in dust together ly, and 01472 Desolation spreads his wings over the land of Palestine; from 01473 side to side the land groans, her prowess lost, and seeks to hide 01474 her bruised head under the mists of night, breeding dark plots, 01475 For Dalila's fair arts have long been tried in vain; in vain she 01476 wept in many a treacherous tear. "Go on, fair traitress; do thy 01477 guileful work; ere once again the changing moon her circuit hath 01478 performed, thou shalt overcome, and conquer him by force 01479 unconquerable, and wrest his secret from him. Call thine 01480 alluring arts and honest-seeming brow, the holy kiss of love, and 01481 the transparent tear; put on fair linen, that with the lily vies, 01482 purple and silver; neglect thy hair, to seem more lovely in thy 01483 loose attire; put on thy country's pride, deceit; and eyes of 01484 love decked in mild sorrow, and sell thy Lord for gold."--For 01485 now, upon her sumptuous couch reclined, in gorgeous pride, she 01486 still intreats, and still she grasps his vigorous knees with her 01487 fair arms.--"Thou lov'st me not! thou'rt war, thou art not love! 01488 O foolish Dalila! O weak woman! it is death cloathed in flesh 01489 thou lovest, and thou hast been incircled in his arms!--Alas, my 01490 Lord, what am I calling thee? Thou art my God! To thee I pour 01491 my tears for sacrifice morning and evening: My days are covered 01492 with sorrow! Shut up; darkened: By night I am deceived! Who says 01493 that thou wast born Of mortal kind? Destruction was thy father, 01494 a lioness suckled thee, thy young hands tore human limbs, and 01495 gorged human flesh! Come hither, Death; art thou not Samson's 01496 servant? 'Tis Dalila that calls; thy master's wife; no, stay, 01497 and let thy master do the deed: one blow of that strong arm would 01498 ease my pain; then should I lay at quiet, and have rest. Pity 01499 forsook thee at thy birth! O Dagon furious, and all ye gods of 01500 Palestine, withdraw your hand! I am but a weak woman. Alas, I am 01501 wedded to your enemy! I will go mad, and tear my crisped hair; 01502 I'll run about, and pierce the ears o'th' gods! O Samson, hold 01503 me not; thou lovest me not! Look not upon me with those deathful 01504 eyes! Thou wouldst my death, and death approaches fast."--Thus, 01505 in false tears, she bath'd his feet, and thus she day by day 01506 oppressed his soul: he seemed a mountain, his brow among the 01507 clouds; she seemed a silver stream, his feet embracing. Dark <t1047> 01508 thoughts rolled to and fro in his mind, like thunder

01509 clouds, troubling the sky; his visage was troubled; his soul was 01510 distressed.--"Though I should tell her all my heart, what can I 01511 fear? Though I should tell this secret of my birth, the utmost 01512 may be warded off as well when told as now." She saw him moved, 01513 and thus resumes her wiles.--"Samson, I'm thine; do with me what 01514 thou wilt; my friends are enemies; my life is death; I am a 01515 traitor to my nation, and despised; my joy is given into the 01516 hands of him who hates me, using deceit to the wife of his bosom. 01517 Thrice hast thou mocked me, and grieved my soul. Didst thou not 01518 tell me with green withs to bind thy nervous arms, and after <t1048> 01519 that, when I had found thy falshood, with new ropes to bind thee 01520 fast? I knew thou didst but mock me. Alas, when in thy sleep I 01521 bound thee with them to try thy truth, I cried, The Philistines 01522 be upon thee, Samson! Then did suspicion wake thee; how didst 01523 thou rend the feeble ties! Thou fearest nought, what shouldst 01524 thou fear? Thy power is more than mortal, none can hurt thee; 01525 thy bones are brass, thy sinews are iron! Ten thousand spears 01526 are like the summer grass; an army of mighty men are as flocks in 01527 the vallies; what canst thou fear? I drink my tears like water; 01528 I live upon sorrow! O worse than wolves and tygers, what canst 01529 thou give when such a trifle is denied me? But O at last thou 01530 mockest me to shame my over-fond inquiry! Thou toldest me to 01531 weave thee to the beam by thy strong hair; I did even that to try 01532 thy truth: but when I cried, The Philistines be upon thee, then 01533 didst thou leave me to bewail that Samson loved me not."--He sat, 01534 and inward griev'd, he saw and lov'd the beauteous suppliant, nor 01535 could conceal aught that might appease ber; then, leaning on her 01536 bosom, thus he spoke: "Hear, O Dalila! doubt no more of Samson's 01537 love; for that fair breast was made the ivory palace of my inmost 01538 heart, where it shall lie at rest; for sorrow is the lot of all 01539 of woman born: for care was I brought forth, and labour is my 01540 lot: not matchless might, nor wisdom, nor every gift enjoyed, can 01541 from the heart of man hide sorrow.--Twice was my birth foretold 01542 from heaven, and twice a sacred vow enjoined me that I should 01543 drink no wine, nor eat of any unclean thing, for holy unto 01544 Israel's God I am, a Nazarite even from my mother's womb. Twice 01545 was it told, that it might not be broken, Grant me a son, kind 01546 Heaven, Manoa cried; but Heaven refused! Childless he mourned, 01547 but thought his God knew best. In solitude, though not obscure, 01548 in Israel he lived, till venerable age came on: his flocks 01549 increased, and plenty crowned his board: beloved, revered of man! 01550 But God hath other joys in store. Is burdened Israel his grief? 01551 The son of his old age shall set it free! The venerable sweetner 01552 of his life receives the promise first from Heaven. She saw the 01553 maidens play, and blessed their innocent mirth; she blessed each 01554 new-joined pair; but from her the long-wished deliverer shall 01555 spring. Pensive, alone she sat within the house, when busy day 01556 was fading, and calm evening, time for contemplation, rose from 01557 the forsaken east, and drew the curtains of heaven; pensive she 01558 sat, and thought on Israel's grief,

01559 and Silent prayed to Israel's God; when lo, an angel from the 01560 fields of light entered the house! His form was manhood in the 01561 prime, and from his spacious brow shot terrors through the 01562 evening shade! But mild he hailed her--Hail, highly favoured! 01563 said he; for lo, thou shalt conceive, and bear a son, and 01564 Israel's strength shall be upon his shoulders, and he shall be 01565 called Israel's Deliverer! Now therefore drink no wine, and eat 01566 not any unclean thing, for he shall be a Nazarite to God.--Then, 01567 as a neighbour when his evening tale is told, departs, his 01568 blessing leaving; so seemed he to depart: she wondered with 01569 exceeding joy, nor knew he was an angel. Manoa left his fields 01570 to sit in the house, and take his evening's rest from labour--the 01571 sweetest time that God has allotted mortal man. He sat, and 01572 heard with joy, and praised God who Israel still doth keep. The 01573 time rolled on, and Israel groaned oppressed. The sword was 01574 bright, while the plow-share rusted, till hope grew feeble, and 01575 was ready to give place to doubting: then prayed Manoa--O Lord, 01576 thy flock is scattered on the hills! The wolf teareth them, 01577 Oppression stretches his rod over our land, our country is plowed 01578 with swords, and reaped in blood! The echoes of slaughter reach 01579 from hill to hill! Instead of peaceful pipe, the shepherd bears a 01580 sword; the ox goad is turned into a spear! O when shall our 01581 Deliverer come? The Philistine riots on our flocks, our vintage 01582 is gathered by bands of enemies! Stretch forth thy hand, and 01583 save.--Thus prayed Manoa. The aged woman walked into the field, 01584 and lo, again the angel came! Clad as a traveller fresh risen on 01585 his journey, she ran and called her husband, who came and talked 01586 with him.--O man of God, said he, thou comest from far! Let us 01587 detain thee while I make ready a kid, that thou mayest sit and 01588 eat, and tell us of thy name and warfare; that when thy sayings <t1049> 01589 come to pass, we may honour thee. The Angel answered, My name is 01590 wonderful; enquire not after it, seeing it is a secret: but, if 01591 thou wilt, offer an offering unto the Lord."

01592 THE END.

01593 PAGE 1 01594 then She bore Pale desire father of Curiosity a Virgin ever 01595 young. And after. Leaden Sloth from whom came Ignorance. who 01596 brought forth wonder. These are the Gods which Came from fear. 01597 for Gods like these. nor male nor female are but Single Pregnate 01598 or if they list together mingling bring forth mighty powrs[.] She 01599 knew them not yet they all war with Shame and Strengthen her weak 01600 arm. <t1051> But Pride awoke nor knew that Joy was born. and taking 01601 Poisnous Seed from her own Bowels. in the Monster Shame infusd. 01602 forth Came Ambition Crawling like a toad Pride Bears it in her 01603 Bosom. and the Gods. all bow to it. So Great its Power. that 01604 Pride inspird by it Prophetic Saw the Kingdoms of the World & all 01605 their Glory. Giants of Mighty arm before the flood. Cains City. 01606 built With Murder. Then Babel mighty Reard him to the Skies. 01607 Babel with thousand tongues Confusion it was calld. and Givn to 01608 Shame. this Pride observing <t1052> inly Grievd. but knew not that. 01609 the rest was Givn to Shame as well as this. <t1053> Then Nineva & 01610 Babylon & Costly tyre. And evn Jerusalem was Shewn. the holy 01611 City. Then Athens Learning & the Pride of Greece. and further 01612 from [P 2] the Rising Sun. was Rome Seated on Seven hills the 01613 mistress of the world. Emblem of Pride She Saw the Arts their 01614 treasures Bring and luxury his bounteous table Spread. but now a 01615 Cloud oercasts. and back to th'East. to Constantines Great City 01616 Empire fled, Ere long to bleed & die a Sacrifice done by a 01617 Priestly hand[.] So once the Sun his. Chariot drew. back. to 01618 prolong a Good kings life. 01619 The Cloud oer past & Rome now Shone again Miterd & Crown'd with 01620 triple crown. Then Pride was better Pleasd She Saw the World fall 01621 down in Adoration[.] <t1054> But now full to the Setting Sun a Sun 01622 arose out of the Sea. it rose & shed Sweet Influence oer the 01623 Earth Pride feared for her City, but not long. for looking 01624 Stedfastly She saw that Pride Reignd here. Now Direful Pains 01625 accost her. and Still pregnant. so Envy came & Hate. twin progeny 01626 Envy hath a Serpents head of fearful bulk hissing with hundred 01627 tongues, her poisnous breath breeds Satire foul Contagion from 01628 which none are free. oer whelmd by ever During Thirst She 01629 Swalloweth her own Poison. which consumes her nether Parts. 01630 from whence a River Springs. Most Black & loathsom through the 01631 land it Runs Rolling with furious [p 3] Noise. but at the last it 01632 Settles in a lake called Oblivion. tis at this Rivers fount where 01633 evry mortals Cup is Mix't My Cup is fill'd with Envy's Rankest 01634 Draught <t1055> a miracle No less can set me Right. Desire Still 01635 Pines but for

01636 one Cooling Drop and tis Deny'd, while others in Contentments 01637 downy Nest do sleep, it is the Cursed thorn wounding my breast 01638 that makes me sing. however sweet tis Envy that Inspires my Song. 01639 prickt. by the fame of others how I mourn and my complaints are 01640 Sweeter than their Joys but O could I at Envy Shake my hands. my 01641 notes Should Rise to meet the New born Day. Hate Meager hag Sets 01642 Envy on unable to Do ought herself. but Worn away a Bloodless 01643 Daemon The Gods all Serve her at her will so great her Power 01644 is[.] like. fabled hecate She doth bind them to her law. Far in a 01645 Direful Cave She lives unseen Closd from the Eye of Day. to the 01646 hard Rock transfixt by fate and here She works her witcheries 01647 that when She Groans She Shakes the Solid Ground Now Envy She 01648 controlls with numming trance & Melancholy Sprung from her dark 01649 womb There is a Melancholy, O how lovely tis whose heaven is in 01650 the heavenly Mind for she from heaven came, and where She goes 01651 heaven still doth follow her. She [p 4.] brings <t1056> true joy once 01652 fled. & Contemplation is her Daughter. Sweet Contemplation. She 01653 brings humility to man Take her She Says & wear her in thine 01654 heart lord of thy Self thou then art lord of all. <t1057> Tis 01655 Contemplation teacheth knowledge truly how to know. and 01656 Reinstates him on his throne once lost how lost I'll tell. But 01657 Stop the motley Song I'll Shew. how Conscience Came from heaven. 01658 But O who listens to his Voice. T'was Conscience who brought 01659 Melancholy down Conscience was sent a Guard to Reason. Reason 01660 once fairer than the light till fould in Knowledges dark Prison 01661 house. For knowledge drove sweet Innocence away. and Reason would 01662 have followd but fate sufferd not. Then down Came conscience With 01663 his lovely band The Eager Song Goes on telling how Pride against 01664 her father Warrd & Overcame. Down his white Beard the Silver 01665 torrents Roll. and Swelling Sighs burst forth his Children all in 01666 arms appear to tear him from his throne Black was the deed. most 01667 Black. Shame in a Mist Sat Round his troubled bead. & filld him 01668 with Confusion. Fear as a torrent wild Roard Round his throne the 01669 mighty pillars shake Now all the Gods in blackning Ranks appear. 01670 like a tempestuous thunder Cloud Pride leads. them on. Now they 01671 Surround the God. and bind him fast. Pride bound him, then usurpd 01672 oer all the Gods. She Rode upon the Swelling wind and Scatterd 01673 all who durst t'oppose. but Shame opposing fierce and hovering. 01674 over her in the darkning Storm. She brought forth Rage. <t1058> Mean 01675 while Strife Mighty Prince was born Envy in direful Pains him 01676 bore. then Envy brought forth Care. Care Sitteth in the wrinkled 01677 brow. Strife Shapeless Sitteth under thrones of kings. like 01678 Smouldring fire. or in the Buzz of Cities flies abroad Care 01679 brought forth Covet Eyeless & prone to th' [p 5] Earth, and 01680 Strife brought forth Revenge. Hate brooding in her Dismal den 01681 grew Pregnant & bore <t1059> Scorn, & Slander. Scorn waits on Pride. 01682 but Slander. flies around the World to do the Work of hate her 01683 drudge & Elf. but Policy doth drudge for hate as well as Slander. 01684 & oft makes use of her. Policy Son of Shame. Indeed

01685 hate Controlls all the Gods. at will. Policy brought forth Guile 01686 & fraud. these Gods last namd live in the Smoke of Cities. on 01687 Dusky wing breathing forth Clamour & Destruction. alas in Cities 01688 wheres the man whose face is not a mask unto his heart Pride made 01689 a Goddess. fair or Image rather till knowledge animated it. 01690 'twas Calld Selflove. The Gods admiring loaded her with Gifts as 01691 once Pandora She 'mongst men was Sent. and worser ills attended 01692 her by far. She was a Goddess Powerful & bore Conceit and Shame 01693 bore honour & made league with Pride & Policy doth <t1060> dwell with 01694 her by whom she [had] Mistrust & Suspition. Then bore a Daughter 01695 called Emulation. who. married. honour these follow her around 01696 the World[.] Go See the City friends Joind Hand in Hand. Go See. 01697 the Natural the of flesh & blood. Go See more strong the ties of 01698 marriage love, thou Scarce Shall find but Self love Stands Between

01699 PAGE 6 01700 Woe cried the muse tears Started at the Sound. Grief perch't 01701 upon my brow and thought Embracd Her. What does this mean I 01702 cried. when all around. Summer hath Spre'd her Plumes and tunes 01703 her <t1062> Notes. When Buxom joy doth. fan his wings. & Golden 01704 Pleasures Beam around my head. why. Grief dost thou accost me. 01705 The Muse then Struck her Deepest string <t1063> & Sympathy Came 01706 forth. She Spred her awful Wings. & gave me up. my Nerves with 01707 trembling Curdle all my blood. & ev'ry piece of flesh doth Cry 01708 out Woe. how soon <t1064> the Winds Sing round the Darkning Storm ere 01709 while so fair. and now they fall & beg the Skies will weep. a Day 01710 like this laid Elfrid in the Dust. Sweet Elfrid fairer than the 01711 Beaming Sun O Soon cut off ith <t1065> morning of her days. twas the 01712 Rude thunder Stroke that Closd her Eyes. and laid her lilied 01713 Beauties on the Green, The dance was broke the Circle just Begun 01714 the flower was Pluckd & yet it was not blown. But what art thou! 01715 I could no more. till mute attention Struck my listning <t1066> Ear. 01716 It Spoke I come my friend to take my last farewell. Sunk by. the 01717 hand of Death in Wat'ry tomb Oer yonder lake swift <t1067> as the 01718 Nightly Blast that Blights the Infant Bud The winds their Sad 01719 complainings bear. for. Conrade lost untimely lost thy Conrade 01720 once. When living thee I lovd. ev'n unto Death now Dead. Ill 01721 guard thee from approaching ill. farewell my time is gone, it 01722 Said no more. but vanished. ever from my Sight

01723 PAGE 1

01724 In the Moon, is a certain Island near by a mighty continent, 01725 which small island seems to have some affinity to England. & what 01726 is more extraordinary the people are so much alike & their 01727 language so much the same that you would think you was among your 01728 friends. in this Island dwells three Philosophers Suction, the 01729 Epicurean, Quid the Cynic, & Sipsop, the Pythagorean. I call them 01730 by the names of these sects tho the sects are not ever mentiond 01731 there as being quite out of date however the things still remain, 01732 and the vanities are the same. the three Philosophers sat 01733 together thinking of nothing. in comes--Etruscan Column the 01734 Antiquarian & after an abundance of Enquiries to no purpose sat 01735 himself down & described something that nobody listend to so 01736 they were employd when Mrs Gimblet came in [tipsy] the 01737 corners of her mouth seemd I dont know how, but very odd as if 01738 she hoped you had not an ill opinion of her. to be sure we are 01739 all poor creatures. well she seated & [listend] seemd 01740 to listen with great attention while the Antiquarian seemd to be 01741 talking of virtuous cats, but it was not so. she was thinking of 01742 the shape of her eyes & mouth & he was thinking, of his eternal 01743 fame the three Philosophers at this time were each endeavouring 01744 <t1069> to conceal [the] his laughter, (not at them but) at 01745 his own imaginations this was the situation of this improving 01746 company, when in a great hurry, Inflammable Gass the Wind finder 01747 enterd. they seemd to rise & salute each other 01748 Etruscan Column & Inflammable Gass fixd their eyes on each 01749 other, their tongues went in question & answer, but their 01750 thoughts were otherwise employd 01751 I dont like his eyes said Etruscan Column. he's a foolish puppy 01752 said Inflammable Gass, smiling on him. the 3 Philosophers 01753 [Quid] [<the

01754 Elder> <t1070>] the Cynic smiling the Epicurean seeming 01755 [not] studying the flame of the candle & the Pythagorean 01756 playing with the cat, listend with open mouths to the edifying 01757 discourses. 01758 Sir said the Antiquarian I have seen these works & I do affirm 01759 that they are no such thing. they seem to me to be the most 01760 wretched paltry flimsy Stuff that ever--What d'ye say What dye 01761 say said Inflammable Gass, why why I wish I could see you write 01762 so. Sir said the Antiquarian, according to my opinion the author 01763 is an errant blockhead.--Your reason Your reason said 01764 Inflammable Gass--why why I think it very abominable to call a 01765 man a blockhead that you know nothing of.--Reason Sir said the 01766 Antiquarian I'll give you an example for your reason As I was 01767 walking along the street I saw a <vast> number of swallows on the 01768 [top of an house] rails of an old Gothic square they 01769 seemd to be going on their passage, as Pliny says as I was 01770 looking up, a little outré fellow pulling me by the 01771 sleeve cries pray Sir who do all they belong to. I turnd my self 01772 about with great [[An Island in the Moon] P 2] contempt. Said I, Go along you fool.--Fool 01773 said he who do you call fool I only askd you a civil 01774 question--[here Etr] I had a great mind to have thrashd 01775 the fellow only he was bigger than I--here Etruscan column left 01776 off--Inflammable Gass, recollecting himself Indeed I do not think 01777 the man was a fool for he seems to me to have been desirous of 01778 enquiring into the works of nature--Ha Ha Ha said the 01779 Pythagorean. it was reechod by [the] Inflammable Gass to 01780 overthrow the argument--Etruscan Column then star[t]ing up & 01781 clenching both his fists was prepared to give a formal answer to 01782 the company But Ob[t]use Angle, entering the room having made a 01783 gentle bow, proceeded to empty his pockets of a vast number of 01784 papers, turned about & sat down wiped his [head] 01785 <face> with his pocket handkerchief & shutting his eyes began to 01786 scratch his head--well gentlemen said he what is the cause of 01787 strife the Cynic answerd. they are only quarreling about 01788 Voltaire--Yes said the Epicurean & having a bit of fun with him. 01789 And said the Pythagorean endeavoring to incorporate their souls 01790 with their bodies 01791 Obtuse Angle giving a grin said Voltaire understood nothing 01792 of the Mathematics and a man must be a fool ifaith not to 01793 understand the Mathematics 01794 Inflammable Gass turning round hastily in his chair said 01795 Mathematics he found out a number of Queries in Philosophy. 01796 Obtuse Angle shutting his eyes & saying that he always understood 01797 better when he shut his eyes [It is not of use to make] 01798 <said> In the first place it is of no use for a man to make 01799 Queries but to solve them, for a man may be a fool & make Queries 01800 but a man must have good sound sense to solve them. a query & an 01801 answer are as different as a strait line & a crooked one. 01802 secondly I, I, I. aye Secondly, Voltaire's a fool, says the 01803 Epicurean--.Pooh says the Mathematician scratching his head with 01804 double violence, it is not worth Quarreling about.--The 01805 Antiquarian

01806 here got up--& hemming twice to shew the strength of his Lungs, 01807 said but my Good Sir, Voltaire was immersed in matter, & seems to 01808 have understood very little but what he saw before his eyes, like 01809 the Animal upon the Pythagoreans lap always playing with its own 01810 tail. Ha Ha Ha said Inflammable Gass he was the Glory of 01811 France--I have got a bottle of air that would spread a Plague. 01812 here the Antiquarian shruggd up his shoulders & was silent 01813 [talkd for half an hour] while Inflammable Gass talkd 01814 for half an hour 01815 When Steelyard <the lawgiver> coming in stalking--with an act 01816 of parliament in his hand said that it was a shameful thing that 01817 acts of parliament should be in a free state, it had so engrossed 01818 his mind that he did not salute the company 01819 Mrs Gimblet drew her mouth downwards

01820 Chap 2d

01821 Tilly Lally the Siptippidist Aradobo, the dean of Morocco, 01822 [Miss] Miss Gittipin [&] Mrs Nannicantipot, <Mrs 01823 Sigtagatist> <t1071> Gibble Gabble the wife of Inflammable Gass--& 01824 Little Scopprell enterd the room (If I have not presented you 01825 with every character in the piece call me *Arse--) <t1072>

01826 Chap 3d

01827 In the Moon as Phebus stood over his oriental Gardening O ay 01828 come Ill sing you a song said the Cynic. the trumpeter shit in 01829 his hat said the Epicurean & clapt it on his head said the Pythagorean 01830 Ill begin again said the Cynic 01831 Little Phebus came strutting in 01832 With his fat belly & his round chin 01833 What is it you would please to have 01834 Ho Ho 01835 I wont let it go at only so & so 01836 Mrs Gimblet lookd as if they meant her. Tilly Lally laught 01837 like a Cherry clapper. Aradobo askd who was Phebus Sir. Obtuse 01838 Angle answerd, quickly, He was the God of Physic, Painting 01839 Perspective Geometry Geography Astronomy, Cookery, Chymistry 01840 [Conjunctives] Mechanics, Tactics Pathology Phraseology 01841 Theolog[y] Mythology Astrology Osteology, Somatology in short 01842 every art & science adorn'd him as beads round his neck. here 01843 Aradobo lookd Astonishd & askd if he understood Engraving--Obtuse 01844 Angle Answerd indeed he did.--Well said the other he was as great 01845 as Chatterton. Tilly Lally turnd round to Obtuse Angle & askd 01846 who it was that was as great as Chatterton. Hay, how should I 01847 know Answerd Obtuse Angle who was It Aradobo. why sir said he 01848 the Gentleman that the song was about. Ah said

01849 Tilly Lally I did not hear it. what was it Obtuse Angle. Pooh 01850 said he Nonsense. Mhm said Tilly Lally--it was Phebus said the 01851 Epicurean Ah that was the Gentleman said Aradobo. Pray Sir 01852 said Tilly Lally who was Phebus. Obtuse Angle answerd the 01853 heathens in the old ages usd to have Gods that they worshipd & 01854 they usd to sacrifice to them you have read about that in the 01855 bible. Ah said Aradobo I thought I had read of Phebus in the 01856 Bible.--Aradobo you should always think [of what you st] 01857 before you speak said Obtuse Angle--Ha Ha Ha he means Pharaoh 01858 said Tilly Lally--I am ashamd of you making [[An Island in the Moon] P 4] use of the 01859 names [of] in the Bible said Mrs. Sigtagatist. Ill tell 01860 you what Mrs Sinagain I dont think theres any harm in it, said 01861 Tilly Lally--No said Inflammable Gass. I have got a camera 01862 obscura at home what was it you was talking about. Law said 01863 Tilly Lally what has that to do with Pharaoh--. Pho nonsense 01864 hang Pharoh & all his host said the Pythagorean sing away 01865 Quid-- 01866 Then the Cynic sung

01867 Honour & Genius is all I ask 01868 And I ask the Gods no more 01869 the three Philosophers 01870 bear Chorus

01871 Here Aradobo suckd his under lip

01872 Chap 4

01873 Hang names said the Pythagorean whats Pharoh better than Phebus 01874 or Phebus than Pharoh. hang them both said the Cynic Dont be 01875 prophane said Mrs Sigtagatist. Why said Mrs Nannicantipot I dont 01876 think its prophane to say hang Pharoh. ah said Mrs, Sinagain, I'm 01877 sure you ought to hold your tongue, for you never say any thing 01878 about the scriptures, & you hinder your husband from going to 01879 church--Ha Ha said Inflammable Gass what dont you like to go to 01880 church. no said Mrs Nannicantipot I think a person may be as good 01881 at home. If I had not a place of profit that forces me to go to 01882 church said Inflammable Gass Id see the parsons all hangd a 01883 parcel of lying--O said Mrs Sigtagatist if it was not for 01884 churches & chapels I should not have livd so long--there was I up 01885 in a Morning at four o clock when I was a Girl. I would run like 01886 the dickins till I was all in a heat. I would stand till I was 01887 ready to sink into the earth. ah Mr Huffcap would kick the bottom 01888 of the Pulpit out, with Passion, would tear off the sleeve of his 01889 Gown, & set his wig on fire & throw it at the people hed cry & 01890 stamp & kick & sweat and all for the good of their souls.--Im 01891 sure he must be a wicked villain said Mrs Nannicantipot a 01892 passionate wretch. If I was a man Id wait at the bottom of the 01893 pulpit stairs & knock him down & run away.--You would You 01894 Ignorant jade I wish I could see you hit

01895 any of the ministers. you deserve to have your ears boxed you 01896 do.--Im sure this is not religion answers the [[An Island in the Moon] P 5] other--Then 01897 Mr Inflammable Gass ran & shovd his head into the fire & set his 01898 [head] hair all in a flame & ran about the room--No No 01899 he did not I was only making a fool of you

01900 Chap 5

01901 Obtuse Angle Scopprell Aradobo & Tilly Lally are all met in 01902 Obtuse Angles study-- 01903 Pray said Aradobo is Chatterton a Mathematician. No said 01904 Obtuse Angle how <can you> be so foolish as to think he was. Oh 01905 I did not think he was I only askd said Aradobo. How could you 01906 think he was not, & ask if he was said Obtuse Angle.--<Oh no Sir> 01907 I did think he was before you told me but afterwards I thought he 01908 was not 01909 Obtuse Angle said in the first place you thought he was 01910 [not] & then afterwards when I said he was not you 01911 thought he was not. <why I know that> <t1073> --Oh no sir I thought 01912 that lie was not but I askd t to know whether he was.--How can 01913 that be said Obtuse Angle how could you ask & think that he was 01914 not--why said he. It came into my bead that he was not--Why then 01915 said Obtuse Angle you said that he was. Did I say so Law I did 01916 not think I said that--Did not he said Obtuse Angle Yes said 01917 Scopprell. But I meant said Aradobo I I I cant think Law Sir I 01918 wish youd tell me, how it is 01919 Then Obtuse Angle put his chin in his hand & said when ever you 01920 think you must always think for yourself--How Sir said Aradobo, 01921 whenever I think I must think myself--I think I do--in the first 01922 place said he with a grin--Poo Poo said Obtuse Angle dont be a 01923 fool-- 01924 Then Tilly Lally took up a Quadrant & askd. [what is this 01925 gim crank for]. Is not this a sun dial. Yes said Scopprell 01926 but its broke--at this moment the three Philosophers enterd and 01927 lowring darkness hoverd oer th assembly. 01928 Come said the Epicurean lets have some rum & water & hang the 01929 mathematics come Aradobo say some thing then Aradobo began In the 01930 first place I think I think in the first place that Chatterton 01931 was clever at Fissic Follogy, Pistinology, Aridology, Arography, 01932 Transmography Phizography, Hogamy HAtomy, & hall that but <in the 01933 first place> he eat wery little wickly that is he slept very 01934 little which he brought into a consumsion, & what was that that 01935 he took [Cha] Fissic or somethink & so died 01936 So all the people in the book enterd into the room & they could 01937 not talk any more to the present purpose

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01939 Chap 6

01940 They all went home & left the Philosophers. then Suction Askd 01941 if Pindar was not a better Poet, than Ghiotto was a Painter 01942 Plutarch has not the life of Ghiotto said Sipsop no said Quid 01943 to be sure he was an Italian. well said Suction that is not any 01944 proof. Plutarch was a nasty ignorant puppy said Quid I hate your 01945 sneaking rascals. theres Aradobo in [twen[ty]] ten or 01946 twelve years will be a far superior genius. Ah, said the 01947 Pythagorean Aradobo will make a very clever fellow. why said Quid 01948 I think that [a] <any> natural fool would make a clever 01949 fellow if he was properly brought up--Ah hang your reasoning said 01950 the Epicurean I hate reasoning I do every thing by my feelings--

01951 Ah said Sipsop, I only wish Jack [Hunter] Tearguts had 01952 had the cutting of Plutarch he understands anatomy better than 01953 any of the Ancients hell plunge his knife up to the hilt in a 01954 single drive and thrust his fist in, and all in the space of a 01955 Quarter of an hour. he does not mind their crying--tho they cry 01956 ever so hell Swear at them & keep them down with his fist & tell 01957 them that hell scrape their bones if they dont lay still & be 01958 quiet--What the devil should the people in the hospital that have 01959 it done for nothing, make such a piece of work for 01960 Hang that said Suction let us have a Song 01961 Then [Sipsop sang] the Cynic sang

01962 When old corruption first begun 01963 Adornd in yellow vest 01964 He committed on flesh a whoredom 01965 O what wicked beast

01966 2 01967 From them a callow babe did spring 01968 And old corruption smild 01969 To think his race should never end 01970 For now he had a child

01971 3 01972 He calld him Surgery & fed 01973 The babe with his own milk 01974 For flesh & he could neer agree 01975 She would not let him suck

01976 4 01977 And this he always kept in mind 01978 And formd a crooked knife

01979 And ran about with bloody hands 01980 To seek his mothers life

01981 5 01982 And as he ran to seek his mother 01983 He met with a dead woman 01984 He fell in love & married her 01985 A deed which is not common

01986 6 01987 She soon grew pregnant & brought forth 01988 Scurvy & spotted fever 01989 The father grind & skipt about 01990 And said I'm made for ever

01991 7 01992 For now I have procurd these imps 01993 Ill try experiments 01994 With that he tied poor scurvy down 01995 & stopt up all its vents

01996 8 01997 And when the child began to swell 01998 He shouted out aloud 01999 Ive found the dropsy out & soon 02000 Shall do the world more good

02001 9 02002 He took up fever by the neck 02003 And cut out all its spots 02004 And thro the holes which he had made 02005 He first discoverd guts

02006 Ah said Sipsop you think we are rascals & we think you are 02007 rascals. I do as I chuse what is it to any body what I do I am 02008 always unhappy too. when I think of Surgery--I dont know I do 02009 it because I like it. My father does what he likes & so do I. I 02010 think some how Ill leave it off there was a woman having her 02011 cancer cut & she shriekd so, that I was quite sick

02012 Chap 7

02013 Good night said Sipsop, Good night said the other two then 02014 [they] Quid & Suction were left alone. then said Quid I 02015 think that Homer is bombast & Shakespeare is too wild & Milton 02016 has no feelings they might be easily outdone Chatterton never 02017 writ those poems. a parcel of fools going to Bristol--if I was to 02018 go Id find it out in a minute. but Ive found it out already-- If 02019 I dont knock them all up next year in the

02020 Exhibition Ill be hangd said Suction. hang Philosophy I would 02021 not give a farthing for it do all by your feelings and never 02022 think at all about it. Im hangd if I dont get up to morrow 02023 morning by four o clock & work Sir Joshua-- Before ten years are 02024 at an end said Quid how I will work these poor milk [[An Island in the Moon] P 8] sop 02025 devils, an ignorant pack of wretches 02026 So they went to bed

02027 Chap 8

02028 Steelyard the Lawgiver, sitting at his table taking extracts 02029 from Herveys Meditations among the tombs & Youngs Night thoughts. 02030 [This is unfair and ?I ?think] He is not able to hurt me 02031 (said he) more than making me Constable or taking away the parish 02032 business. Hah!

02033 [O what a scene is here what a disguise] 02034 My crop of corn is but a field of tares

02035 Says Jerome happiness is not for us poor crawling reptiles of the 02036 earth Talk of happiness & happiness its no such thing--every 02037 person has a something

02038 Hear then the pride & knowledge of a Sailor <t1074> 02039 His sprit sail fore sail main sail & his mizen 02040 A poor frail man god wot I know none frailer 02041 I know no greater sinner than John Taylor

02042 If I had only myself to care for I'd soon make Double Elephant 02043 look foolish, & Filligree work I hope shall live to see--

02044 The wreck of matter & the crush of worlds 02045 as Younge says

02046 Obtuse Angle enterd the Room. What news Mr Steelyard--I am 02047 Reading Theron & Aspasio, said he. Obtuse Angle took up the 02048 books one by one I dont find it here said he. Oh no said the 02049 other it was the meditations. Obtuse Angle took up the book & 02050 read till the other was quite tir'd out 02051 Then Scopprell & Miss Gittipin, coming in Scopprell took up a 02052 book & read <the following passage.>

02053 An Easy of [Human] <Huming> Understanding by John 02054 Lookye Gent <t1075>

02055 John Locke said Obtuse Angle. O ay Lock said Scopprell. 02056 [Its a book about] 02057 Now here said Miss Gittipin I never saw such company in my 02058 life. you are always talking of your books I like to be where we 02059 talk.--you had better take a walk, that we may have some pleasure 02060 I am sure I never see any pleasure. theres Double Elephants Girls 02061 they have their

02062 own way, & theres Miss Filligree work she goes out in her coaches 02063 & her footman & her maids & Stormonts & Balloon hats & a 02064 pair of 02065 Gloves every day & the sorrows of Werter & Robinsons & the Queen 02066 of Frances Puss colour & my Cousin Gibble Gabble says that I am 02067 like nobody else I might as well be in a nunnery There they go 02068 in Post chaises & Stages to Vauxhall & Ranelagh And I hardly know 02069 what a coach is, except when I go to [ P 9] 02070 Mr Jacko's he knows 02071 what riding is [he does not] & his wife is the most 02072 agreeable woman you hardly know she has a tongue in her head 02073 and he is the funniest fellow, & I do believe he'll go in 02074 partnership with his master. & they have black servants lodge at 02075 their house I never saw such a place in my life he says he as 02076 Six & twenty rooms in his house, and I believe it & he is not 02077 such a liar as Quid thinks he is. [but he is always 02078 Envying] Poo Poo hold your tongue hold your tongue, said the 02079 Lawgiver. this quite provokd Miss Gittipin to interrupt her in 02080 her favourite topic & she proceeded to use every Provoking speech 02081 that ever she could, & he bore it <more> like a Saint than a 02082 Lawgiver and with great Solemnity he addressd the company in 02083 these words 02084 They call women the weakest vessel but I think they are the 02085 strongest A girl has always more tongue than a boy I have seen 02086 a little brat no higher than a nettle & she had as much tongue as 02087 a city clark but a boy would be such a fool not have any thing to 02088 say and if any body askd him a question he would put his head 02089 into a hole & hide it. I am sure I take but little pleasure you 02090 have as much pleasure as I have. there I stand & bear every fools 02091 insult. if I had only myself to care for, I'd wring off their 02092 noses 02093 To this Scopprell answerd. I think the Ladies discourses Mr 02094 Steelyard are some of them more improving than any book. that is 02095 the way I have got some of my knowledge 02096 Then said Miss Gittipin, Mr Scopprell do you know the song of 02097 Phebe and Jellicoe--no Miss said Scopprell--then she repeated 02098 these verses while Steelyard walkd about the room

02099 Phebe drest like beauties Queen 02100 Jellicoe in faint peagreen 02101 Sitting all beneath a grot 02102 Where the little lambkins trot <t1076>

02103 Maidens dancing loves a sporting 02104 All the country folks a courting 02105 Susan Johnny Bet & Joe 02106 Lightly tripping on a row

02107 Happy people who can be 02108 In happiness compard with ye <t1077> 02109 The Pilgrim with his crook & hat 02110 Sees your happiness compleat

02111 A charming Song indeed miss said Scopprell [That was all 02112 for] here they recievd a summons for a merry making at the 02113 Philosophers house

02114 Chap 9

02115 I say this evening [we'd] <we'll> all get drunk. I say dash. an 02116 Anthem an Anthem, said Suction

02117 Lo the Bat with Leathern wing 02118 Winking & blinking 02119 Winking & blinking 02120 Winking & blinking 02121 Like Doctor Johnson

02122 Quid-----O ho Said Doctor Johnson 02123 To Scipio Africanus 02124 If you dont own me a Philosopher 02125 Ill kick your Roman Anus

02126 Suction--A ha To Doctor Johnson 02127 Said Scipio Africanus 02128 Lift up my Roman Petticoatt 02129 And kiss my Roman Anus

02130 And the Cellar goes down with a Step (Grand Chorus

02131 Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Hooooo my poooooor siiides I I should 02132 die if I was to live here said Scopprell Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho

02133 1st Vo Want Matches 02134 2d Vo Yes Yes Yes 02135 1 Vo Want Matches 02136 2d Vo No----------

02137 1st Vo Want Matches 02138 2d Vo Yes Yes Yes 02139 1st Vo Want Matches 02140 2d Vo No----------

02141 Here was Great confusion & disorder Aradobo said that the 02142 boys in the street sing something very pritty & funny [about 02143 London O no] about Matches Then Mrs Nannicantipot sung

02144 I cry my matches as far as Guild hall 02145 God bless the duke & his aldermen all

02146 Then sung Scopprell

02147 I ask the Gods no more 02148 no more no more

02149 Then Said Suction come Mr Lawgiver your song and the Lawgiver 02150 sung

02151 As I walkd forth one may morning 02152 To see the fields so pleasant & so gay 02153 O there did I spy a young maiden sweet

02154 Among the Violets that smell so sweet 02155 Smell so sweet 02156 Smell so sweet 02157 Among the Violets that smell so sweet

02158 Hang your Violets heres your Rum & water [sweeter] O 02159 ay said Tilly Lally. Joe Bradley & I was going along one day in 02160 the Sugar house Joe Bradley saw for he had but one eye 02161 [?one] saw a treacle Jar So he goes of his blind side 02162 & dips his hand up to the shoulder in treacle. here [ll] 02163 lick lick lick said he Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha For he had but one eye 02164 Ha Ha Ha Ho then sung Scopprell 02165 And I ask the Gods no more 02166 no more no more 02167 no more no more

02168 Miss Gittipin said he you sing like a harpsichord. let your 02169 bounty descend to our fair ears and favour us with a fine song 02170 <then she sung>

02171 This frog he would a wooing ride <t1078> 02172 Kitty alone Kitty alone 02173 This frog he would a wooing ride 02174 Kitty alone & I 02175 Sing cock I cary Kitty alone <t1079> 02176 Kitty alone Kitty alone 02177 Cock I cary Kitty alone 02178 Kitty alone & I

02179 Charming truly elegant said Scopprell

02180 And I ask the gods no more

02181 Hang your Serious Songs, said Sipsop & he sung as follows

02182 Fa ra so bo ro 02183 Fa ra bo ra 02184 Sa ba ra ra ba rare roro 02185 Sa ra ra ra bo ro ro ro 02186 Radara 02187 Sarapodo no flo ro

02188 Hang Italian songs lets have English said Quid [Sing a 02189 Mathematical Song Obtuse Angle then he sung] <English Genius 02190 for ever here I go>

02191 Hail Matrimony made of Love 02192 To thy wide gates how great a drove 02193 On purpose to be yok'd do come 02194 Widows & maids & Youths also 02195 That lightly trip on beauty's toe 02196 Or sit on beauty's bum

02197 Hail fingerfooted lovely Creatures 02198 The females of our human Natures 02199 Formed to suckle all Mankind 02200 Tis you that come in time of need

02201 Without you we shoud never Breed 02202 Or any Comfort find

02203 For if a Damsel's blind or lame 02204 Or Nature's hand has crooked her frame

02205 Or if she's deaf or is wall eyed

02206 Yet if her heart is well inclined 02207 Some tender lover she shall find 02208 That panteth for a Bride <t1080>

02209 The universal Poultice this 02210 To cure whatever is amiss

02211 In damsel or in Widow gay 02212 It makes them smile it makes them skip 02213 Like Birds just cured of the pip 02214 They chirp & hop away

02215 Then come ye Maidens come ye Swains 02216 Come & be eased of all your pains 02217 In Matrimony's Golden cage--

02218 I [None of] Go & be hanged said Scopprel how can you 02219 have the face to make game of Matrimony--[What you skipping 02220 flea how dare ye? Ill dash you through your chair says the 02221 Cynic This Quid (cries out Miss Gittipin) always spoils good 02222 company in this manner & its a shame] 02223 Then Quid calld upon Obtuse Angle for a Song & he wiping his 02224 face & looking on the corner of the cieling Sang

02225 To be or not to be 02226 Of great capacity 02227 Like Sir Isaac Newton 02228 Or Locke or Doctor South 02229 Or Sherlock upon death 02230 Id rather be Sutton

02231 For he did build a house 02232 For aged men & youth 02233 With walls of brick & stone 02234 He furnishd it within 02235 With whatever he could win 02236 And all his own

02237 He drew out of the Stocks 02238 His money in a box 02239 And sent his servant 02240 To Green the Bricklayer 02241 And to the Carpenter 02242 He was so fervent

02243 The chimneys were three score <t1081> 02244 The windows many more 02245 And for convenience 02246 He sinks & gutters made 02247 And all the way he pavd 02248 To hinder pestilence

02249 Was not this a good man 02250 Whose life was but a span 02251 Whose name was Sutton

02252 As Locke or Doctor South 02253 Or Sherlock upon Death 02254 Or Sir Isaac Newton

02255 The Lawgiver was very attentive & begd to have it sung over 02256 again & again till the company were tired & insisted on the 02257 Lawgiver singing song himself which he readily complied with

02258 This city & this country has brought forth many mayors 02259 To sit in state & give forth laws out of their old oak chairs 02260 With face as brown as any nut with drinking of strong ale 02261 Good English hospitality O then it did not fail

02262 With scarlet gowns & broad gold lace would make a yeoman sweat 02263 With stockings rolld above their knees & shoes as black as jet <t1082> 02264 With eating beef & drinking beer O they were stout & hale 02265 Good English hospitality O then it did not fail

02266 Thus sitting at the table wide the Mayor & Aldermen 02267 Were fit to give law to the city each eat as much as ten 02268 The hungry poor enterd the hall to eat good beef & ale 02269 Good English hospitality O then it did not fail

02270 Here they gave a shout & the company broke up

02271 Chap 10

02272 Thus these happy Islanders spent their time but felicity does 02273 not last long, for being met at the house of Inflammable Gass the 02274 windfinder, the following affairs happend. 02275 Come Flammable said Gibble Gabble & lets enjoy ourselves bring 02276 the Puppets. Hay Hay, said he, you sho, why ya ya, how can you 02277 be so foolish.--Ha Ha Ha she calls the experiments puppets Then 02278 he went up stairs & loaded the maid, with glasses, & brass tubes, 02279 & magic pictures 02280 Here ladies & gentlemen said he Ill shew you a louse 02281 [climing] or a flea or a butterfly or a cock chafer the 02282 blade bone of a tittle back, no no heres a bottle of wind that I 02283 took up in the bog house. o dear o dear the waters got into 02284 the sliders. look here Gibble Gabble--lend me your handkerchief, 02285 Tilly Lally Tilly Lally took out his handkerchief which smeard 02286 the glass worse than ever. then he screwd it on then he took the 02287 sliders & then he set up the glasses for the Ladies to view the 02288 pictures thus he was employd & quite out of breath 02289 While Tilly Laily & Scopprell were pumping at the air pump 02290 Smack went the glass--. Hang said Tilly Lally. Inflammable Gass 02291 turnd short round & threw down the table & Glasses & Pictures, & 02292 broke the bottles of wind & let out the Pestilence He saw the 02293 Pestilence fly out of the bottle & cried out [[An Island in the Moon] P 14] while he ran 02294 out of the room. [Go] come out come out [you 02295 ar] we are putrified, we are corrupted. our lungs are 02296 destroyd with the Flogiston this will spread a plague all thro' 02297 the Island he was down stairs the very first on the back of 02298 him came all the others in a heap 02299 So they need not bidding go

02300 Chap 11

02301 Another merry meeting at the house of Steelyard the Lawgiver 02302 After Supper Steelyard & Obtuse Angle. had pumpd Inflammable 02303 Gass quite dry. they playd at forfeits & tryd every method to get 02304 good humour. said Miss Gittipin pray 02305 Mr Obtuse Angle sing us a song then he sung

02306 Upon a holy thursday their innocent faces clean 02307 The children walking two & two in grey & blue & green 02308 Grey headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow 02309 Till into the high dome of Pauls they like thames waters flow

02310 O what a multitude they seemd, these flowers of London town 02311 Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own 02312 The hum of multitudes were there but multitudes of lambs 02313 Thousands of little girls & boys raising their innocent hands <t1083>

02314 Then like a mighty wind they raise to heavn the voice of song <t1084> 02315 Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heavn among 02316 Beneath them sit the revrend men the guardians of the poor 02317 Then cherish pity lest you drive an angel from your door

02318 After this they all sat silent for a quarter of an hour [& 02319 Mrs Sigtagatist] <& Mrs Nannicantipot> said it puts me 02320 in Mind of my [grand] mothers song

02321 When the tongues of children are heard on the green <t1085> 02322 And laughing is heard on the hill <t1086> 02323 My heart is at rest within my breast 02324 And every thing else is still

02325 Then come home my children the sun is gone down <t1087> 02326 And the dews of night arise 02327 Come Come leave off play & let us away 02328 Till the morning appears in the skies

02329 [An Island in the Moon] PAGE 15 02330 No No let us play for it is yet day 02331 And we cannot go to sleep <t1088> 02332 Besides in the Sky the little birds fly <t1089> 02333 And the meadows are coverd with Sheep

02334 Well Well go & play till the light fades away 02335 And then go home to bed 02336 The little ones leaped & shouted & laughd 02337 And all the hills ecchoed

02338 Then [Miss Gittipin] [Tilly Lally sung] 02339 [Quid] sung <Quid>

02340 O father father where are you going <t1090> 02341 O do not walk so fast 02342 O speak father speak to your little boy 02343 Or else I shall be lost

02344 The night it was dark & no father was there 02345 And the child was wet with dew 02346 The mire was deep & the child did weep 02347 And away the vapour flew

02348 Here nobody could sing any longer, till Tilly Lally pluckd up a 02349 spirit & he sung.

02350 O I say you Joe 02351 Throw us the ball 02352 Ive a good mind to go 02353 And leave you all

02354 I never saw saw such a bowler 02355 To bowl the ball in a tansey <t1091> 02356 And to clean it with my handkercher 02357 Without saying a word

02358 That Bills a foolish fellow 02359 He has given me a black eye <t1092> 02360 He does not know how to handle a bat 02361 Any more than a dog or a cat <t1093> 02362 He has knockd down the wicket 02363 And broke the stumps 02364 And runs without shoes to save his pumps

02365 Here a laugh began and Miss Gittipin sung

02366 Leave O leave [me] to my sorrows <t1094> 02367 Here Ill sit & fade away 02368 Till Im nothing but a spirit 02369 And I lose this form of clay

02370 Then if chance along this forest 02371 Any walk in pathless ways 02372 Thro the gloom he'll see my shadow 02373 Hear my voice upon the Breeze

02374 The Lawgiver all the while sat delighted to see them in such a 02375 serious humour Mr Scopprell said he you must be acquainted with a 02376 great many songs. O dear sir Ho Ho Ho I am no singer I must beg 02377 of one of these tender hearted ladies to sing for me--they all 02378 declined & he was forced to sing himself

02379 Theres Doctor Clash 02380 And Signior Falalasole 02381 O they sweep in the cash <t1095> 02382 Into their purse hole 02383 Fa me la sol La me fa sol <t1096>

02384 Great A little A 02385 Bouncing B 02386 Play away Play away 02387 Your out of the key 02388 Fa me la sol La me fa sol

02389 Musicians should have 02390 A pair of very good ears 02391 And Long fingers & thumbs 02392 And not like clumsy bears 02393 Fa me la sol La me fa sol

02394 Gentlemen Gentlemen 02395 Rap Rap Rap 02396 Fiddle Fiddle Fiddle 02397 Clap Clap Clap 02398 Fa me la sol La me fa sol

02399 Hm said the Lawgiver, funny enough lets have handels 02400 waterpiece then Sipsop sung

02401 A crowned king, 02402 On a white horse sitting 02403 With his trumpets sounding 02404 And Banners flying 02405 Thro the clouds of smoke he makes his way

02406 And the shout of his thousands fills his heart with rejoicing & victory 02407 And the shout of his thousands fills his heart with rejoicing & victory 02408 Victory Victory--twas William the prince of Orange

02409 them Illuminating the Manuscript--Ay said she that would be 02410 excellent. Then said he I would have all the writing Engraved 02411 instead of Printed & at every other leaf a high finishd print all 02412 in three Volumes folio, & sell them a hundred pounds a piece. 02413 they would Print off two thousand then said she whoever will 02414 not have them will be ignorant fools & will not deserve to live 02415 Dont you think I have something of the Goats face says he. Very 02416 like a Goats face--she answerd--I think your face said he is like 02417 that noble beast the Tyger--Oh I was at Mrs Sicknakens & I was 02418 speaking of my abilities but their nasty hearts poor devils are 02419 eat up with envy--they envy me my abilities & all the Women envy 02420 your abilities my dear they hate people who are of higher 02421 abil[it]ies than their nasty filthy [Souls] Selves but 02422 do you outface them & then Strangers will see you have an 02423 opinion--now I think we should do as much good as we can when we 02424 are at Mr Femality's do yo[u] snap & take me up--and I will fall 02425 into such a passion Ill hollow and stamp & frighten all the 02426 People there & show them what truth is--at this Instant Obtuse 02427 Angle came in Oh I am glad you are come said quid

02428 Song 1st by a shepherd

02429 Welcome stranger to this place, 02430 Where joy doth sit on every bough, 02431 Paleness flies from every face, 02432 We reap not, what we do not sow.

02433 Innocence doth like a Rose, 02434 Bloom on every Maidens cheek; 02435 Honor twines around her brows, 02436 The jewel Health adorns her neck.

02437 Song 3d by an old shepherd

02438 When silver snow decks Sylvio's clothes 02439 And jewel hangs at shepherd's nose, 02440 We can abide life's pelting storm 02441 That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.

02442 Whilst Virtue is our walking staff, 02443 And Truth a lantern to our path; 02444 We can abide life's pelting storm 02445 That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.

02446 Blow boisterous Wind, stern Winter frown, 02447 Innocence is a Winter's gown;

02448 So clad, we'll abide life's pelting storm 02449 That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.

02450 Annotations to Lavater's Aphorisms on Man <t1460>

02451 London 1788


02453 Willm Blake 02454 PAGE 1

02455 for the reason of these remarks see the last aphorism

02456 1. Know, in the first place, that mankind agree in essence, as 02457 they do in their limbs and senses. 02458 2. Mankind differ as much in essence as they do in form, limbs, 02459 and senses-and only so, and not more.

02460 This is true Christian philosophy far above all abstraction 02461 [written beside both aphorisms, with a line under each]

02462 3. As in looking upward each beholder thinks himself the 02463 centre of the sky; so Nature formed her individuals, that each 02464 must see himself the centre of being. 02465 Let me refer here, to a remark on aphorism 533 & another on. 630

02466 8. Who pursues means of enjoyment contradictory, 02467 irreconcilable, and self-destructive, is a fool, or what is 02468 called a sinner-- Sin and destruction of order are the 02469 same. 02470 a golden sentence

02471 11. The less you can enjoy, the poorer, the scantier 02472 yourself--the more you can enjoy, the richer, the more vigorous. 02473 You enjoy with wisdom or with folly, as the gratification of 02474 your appetites capacitates or unnerves your powers. 02475 [?Doubtful] false for weak is the joy that is never wearied 02476 (Written beside the second paragraph)

02477 13. Joy and grief decide character. What exalts prosperity? 02478 what imbitters grief? what leaves us indifferent? what interests 02479 us? As the interest of man, so his God--as his God, so he.

02480 All Gold

02481 14. What is a man's interest? what constitutes his God, 02482 the ultimate of his wishes, his end of existence? Either 02483 that which on every occasion he communicates with the most 02484 unrestrained cordiality, or hides from every profane eye and ear 02485 with mysterious awe; to which he makes every other thing a mere 02486 appendix;--the vortex, the centre, the comparative point from 02487 which he sets out, on which he fixes, to which he irresistibly 02488 returns;--that, at the loss of which you may safely think him 02489 inconsolable;--that which he rescues from the gripe of danger 02490 with equal anxiety and boldness. 02491 The story of the painter and the prince is well known: to 02492 get at the best piece in the artist's collection, . . . 02493 [All bracketed to this comment:] 02494 Pure gold 02495 [The story continues, unmarked, and concludes:] . . . of 02496 thousands it may be decided what loss, what gain, would affect 02497 them most. And suppose we cannot pronounce on others, cannot we 02498 determine on ourselves? This the sage of Nazareth meant when he 02499 said, WHERE THY TREASURE IS, THERE WILL THY HEART BE ALSO- 02500 -The object of your love is your God. 02501 This should be written in gold letters on our temples

02502 16. The greatest of characters, no doubt, was he, who, free 02503 of all trifling accidental helps, could see objects through one 02504 grand immutable medium, always at hand, and proof against 02505 illusion and time, reflected by every object, and invariably 02506 traced through all the fluctuation of things.

02507 this was Christ

02508 20. Distinguish with exactness, in thyself and others, 02509 between WISHES and WILL, in the strictest sense. 02510 Who has many wishes has generally but little will. Who has 02511 energy of will has few diverging wishes. Whose will is bent with 02512 energy on ONE, MUST renounce the wishes for MANY things. Who 02513 cannot do this is not stamped with the majesty of human nature. 02514 The energy of choice, the unison of various powers for one is 02515 only WILL, born under the agonies of self-denial and renounced 02516 desires.

02517 Regeneration

02518 X21.Calmness of will is a sign of grandeur. The vulgar, far 02519 from hiding their WILL, blab their wishes--a single spark of 02520 occasion discharges the child of passions into a thousand 02521 crackers of desire. 02522 uneasy 02523 See 384.

02524 23. Who in the same given time can produce more than many 02525 others, has VIGOUR; who can produce more and better, has TALENTS; 02526 who can produce what none else can, has GENIUS.

02527 25. WISHES run over into loquacious impotence, WILL presses on 02528 with laconic energy. [Horizontal line in left margin]

02529 28. The glad gladdens--who gladdens not is not glad. 02530Who is 02531 fatal to others is so to himself--to him, heaven, 02532earth, 02533 wisdom, folly, virtue, vice, are equally so--to such an 02534 one tell neither good nor bad of yourself. 02535 X32. Let the degree of egotism be the measure of 02536 confidence. 02537 uneasy

02538 X36. Who begins with severity, in judging of another, ends 02539 commonly with falsehood. 02540 false 02541 Severity of judgment is a great virtue

02542 X37. The smiles that encourage severity of judgment, hide 02543 malice and insincerity. 02544 false 02545 Aphorisms should be universally true 02546 X39. Who, without pressing temptation, tells a lie, will, 02547 without pressing temptation, act ignobly and meanly. 02548 uneasy 02549 false 02550 a man may lie for his own pleasure. but if any one is hurt 02551 by his lying will confess his lie see N 124

02552 40. Who, under pressing temptations to lie, adheres to 02553 truth, nor to the profane betrays aught of a sacred trust, is 02554 near the summit of wisdom and virtue. 02555 Excellent

02556 43. As the present character of a man, so his past, so 02557 his future Who knows intuitively the history of the past, knows 02558 his destiny to come.

02559 44. YOU can depend on no man, on no friend, but him who can 02560 depend on himself. He only who acts consequentially 02561 toward himself will act so toward others, and VICE 02562 VERSA. 02563 Man is for ever the same; the same under every form, in all 02564 situations and relations that admit of free and unrestrained 02565 exertion. The same regard which you have for yourself, you 02566 have for others, for nature, for the invisible NUMEN, which you 02567 call God--Who has witnessed one free]and unconstrained act 02568 of yours, has witnessed all.

02569 X54.Frequent laughing has been long called a sign of a 02570 little mind--whilst the scarcer smile of harmless quiet has been 02571 complimented as the mark of a noble heart--But to abstain from 02572 laughing, and exciting laughter, merely not to offend, or to risk 02573 giving offence, or not to debase the inward dignity of character- 02574 -is a power unknown to many a vigorous mind. 02575 I hate scarce smiles I love laughing

02576 59. A sneer is often the sign of heartless malignity. 02577 damn Sneerers

02578 60.Who courts the intimacy of a professed sneerer, is a 02579 professed knave.

02580 61. I know not which of these two I should wish to avoid most; 02581 the scoffer at virtue and religion, who, with heartless villany, 02582 butchers innocence and truth; or the pietist, who crawls, 02583 groans, blubbers, and secretly says to gold, thou art m 02584 hope! and to his belly, thou art my god ! 02585 I hate crawlers

02586 62. All moral dependence on him, who has been guilty Of 02587 ONE act of positive cool villanyagainst an acknowledged, 02588 virtuous and noble character, is credulity, imbecility, or 02589 insanity. 02590 is being like him rather

02591 63. The most stormy ebullitions of passion, from 02592 blasphemy to murder, are less terrific than one single act of 02593 cool villany: a still RABIES is more dangerous than the paroxisms 02594 of a fever--Fear the boisterous savage of passion less than the 02595 sedate grin of villany. 02596 bravo

02597 66. Can he love truth who can take a knave to his bosom? 02598 02599 --No

02600 67. There are offences against individuals, to all 02601 appearance trifling, which are capital offences against the 02602 human race--fly him who can commit them.

02603 68. There ought to be a perpetual whisper in the ear of plain 02604 honesty--take heed not even to pronounce the name of a knave--he 02605 will make the very sound of his name a handle of mischief. And 02606 do you think a knave begins mischief to leave off? Know this-- 02607 whether he overcome or be foiled, he will wrangle on. 02608 therefore pronounce him a knave, why should honesty fear a knave

02609 69. Humility and love, whatever obscurities may involve 02610 religious tenets, constitute the essence of true religion. 02611 The humble is formed to adore; the loving to associate with 02612 eternal love. 02613 Sweet.

02614 X70. Have you ever seen a vulgar mind warm or humble? or a 02615 proud one that could love?--where pride begins, love ceases--as 02616 love, so humility--as both, so the still real power of man. 02617 02618 <pride may love> (over a deletion)

02619 X71. Every thing may be mimicked by hypocrisy, but humility 02620 and love united. The humblest star twinkles most in the darkest 02621 night--the more rare humility and love united, the more radiant 02622 where they meet. 02623 all this may be mimicked very well. this Aphorism 02624 certainly was an oversight for what are all crawlers but 02625 mimickers of humility & love 02626 X73.Modesty is silent when it would not be improper to 02627 speak: the humble, without being called upon, never recollects to 02628 say any thing of himself. 02629 uneasy

02630 78. The wrath that on conviction subsides into mildness, 02631 is the wrath of a generous mind. 02632 80. Thousands are hated, whilst none are ever loved, without 02633 a real cause. The amiable alone can be loved.

02634 81. He who is loved and commands love, when he corrects or is 02635 the cause of uneasiness, must be loveliness itself; and

02636 82. He who can love him, in the moment of correction, is the 02637 most amiable of mortals,

02638 83. He, to whom you may tell any thing, may see every thing, 02639 and will betray nothing.

02640 X86. The freer you feel yourself in the presence of 02641 another, the more free is he: who is free makes free 02642 rather uneasy

02643 X92.Who instantly does the best that can be done, what no 02644 other could have done, and what all must acknowledge to be the 02645 best, is a genius and a hero at once. 02646 uneasy

02647 93. The discovery of truth, by slow progressive meditation, 02648 is wisdom--Intuition of truth, not preceded by perceptible 02649 meditation, is genius

02650 94. The degree of genius is determined by its velocity, 02651 clearness, depth, simplicity, copiousness, extent of glance (COUP 02652 D'OEIL), and instantaneous intuition of the whole at once. 02653 copiousness of glance

02654 X96. Dread more the blunderer's friendship than the calumniator's 02655 enmity. 02656 I doubt this

02657 X97. He only, who can give durability to his exertions, has 02658 genuine power and energy of mind. 02659 uneasy 02660 Sterling

02661 X98. Before thou callest a man hero or genius, investigate 02662 whether his exertion has features of indelibility; for all that 02663 is celestial, all genius, is the offspring of immortality. 02664 uneasy Sterling

02665 99. Who despises all that is despicable, is made to he 02666 impressed with all that is grand.

02667 107.Who takes from you, ought to give in his turn, or he is a 02668 thief: I distinguish taking and accepting, robbing and receiving: 02669 many give already by the mere wish to give; their still 02670 unequivocal wish of improvement and gratitude, whilst it 02671 draws from us, opens treasures within us, that might have 02672 remained locked up, even to ourselves. 02673 Noble & Generous

02674 114. Who writes as he speaks, speaks as he writes, 02675 looks as he speaks and writes--is honest.

02676 115.A habit of sneering marks the egotist, or the fool, or the 02677 knave--or all three. 02678 --all three

02679 X121. Who knows not how to wait with YES, will often be with 02680 shame reduced to say No. Letting "I DARE NOT wait upon I WOULD" 02681 02682 uneasy

02683 124. Who has a daring eye, tells downright truths and 02684 downright lies. 02685 contrary to N 39 but most True

02686 X141. Many trifling inattentions, neglects, indiscretions- 02687 -are so many unequivocal proofs of dull frigidity, hardness, or 02688 extreme egotism. 02689 rather uneasy

02690 X150. As your enemies and your friends, so are you. 02691 02692 very uneasy

02693 X151. You may depend upon it that he is a good man whose 02694 intimate friends are all good, and whose enemies are characters 02695 decidedly bad. 02696 uneasy 02697 I fear I have not many enemies

02698 157. Say not you know another entirely, till you have 02699 divided an inheritance with him. 02700 !!

02701 X163. Who, at the pressing solicitation of bold and noble 02702 confidence, hesitates one moment before he consents, proves 02703 himself at once inexorable. 02704 uneasy 02705 I do not believe it

02706 X164. Who, at the solicitations of cunning, self-interest, 02707 silliness, or impudence, hesitates one moment before he refuses, 02708 proves himself at once a silly giver. 02709 uneasy 02710 165. Examine carefully whether a man is fonder of exceptions 02711 than of rules; as he makes use of exceptions he is sagacious; as 02712 he applies them against the rule he is wrong-headed. I heard in 02713 one day a man, who thought himself wise, . . . sophist's 02714 character. . . (Vertical line in margin of passage from "rules" 02715 to "wise")

02716 X168.Whenever a man undergoes a considerable change, in 02717 consequence of being observed by others, whenever he assumes 02718 another gait, another language, than what he had before he 02719 thought himself observed, be advised to guard yourself against 02720 him. 02721 rather uneasy

02722 170. I am prejudiced in favour of him who can solicit 02723 boldly, without impudence--he has faith in humanity--hhas 02724 faith in himself. No one, who is not accustomed to give grandly, 02725 can ask nobly and with boldness.

02726 176. As a man's salutation, so the total of his character: in 02727 nothing do we lay ourselves so open as in our manner of meeting 02728 and salutation.

02729 177. Be afraid of him who meets you with friendly aspect, 02730 and, in the midst of a flattering salutation, avoids your direct 02731 open look.

02732 185. All finery is a sign of littleness. 02733 not always

02734 200. The more honesty a man has, the less he affects the 02735 air of a saint--the affectation of sanctity is a blotch on the 02736 face of piety 02737 bravo

02738 201. There are more heroes than saints; (heroes I call 02739 rulers over the minds and destinies of men); more saints than 02740 humane characters. Him, who humanises all that is within and 02741 around himself, adore: I know but of one such by 02742 tradition. 02743 Sweet

02744 203. Who seeks those that are greater than himself, 02745 their greatness enjoys, and forgets his greatest qualities in 02746 their greater ones, is already truly great 02747 I hope I do not flatter my self that this is pleasant to me

02748 219. <dag>None love without being loved; and none 02749 beloved is without loveliness.

02750 225. The friend of order has made half his way to 02751 virtue 02752 X226. There is no mortal truly wise and restless at once-- 02753 wisdom is the repose of minds. 02754 rather uneasy

02755 242. The connoisseur in painting discovers an original by 02756 some great line, though covered with dust, and disguised by 02757 daubing; so he who studies man discovers a valuable character by 02758 some original trait, though unnoticed, disguised, or debased-- 02759 ravished at the discovery, he feels it his duty to restore it to 02760 its own genuine splendour. Him who, in spite of contemptuous 02761 pretenders, has the boldness to do this, choose for your 02762 friend

02763 244. Who writes what he should tell, and dares not tell what he 02764 writes, is either like a wolf in sheep's clothing, or like a 02765 sheep in a wolf's skin. 02766 Some cannot tell what they can write tho they dare

02767 248. Know that the great art to love your enemy consists in 02768 never losing sight of MAN in him: humanity has power over all 02769 that is human; the most inhuman man still remains man, and never 02770 CAN throw off all taste for what becomes a man--but you must 02771 learn to wait. 02772 none can see the man in the enemy if he is ignorantly so, 02773 he is not truly an enemy if maliciously not a man 02774 I cannot love my enemy for my enemy is not man but beast & 02775 devil if I have any. I can love him as a beast & wish to beat him

02776 253. Who welcomes the look of the good is good himself

02777 254. I know deists, whose religiousness I venerate, and 02778 atheists, whose honesty and nobleness of mind I wish for; but I 02779 have not yet seen the man who could have tempteme to think 02780 him honest who[m] I knew publicly acted the Christian whilst 02781 privately he was a positive deist 02782 bravo 02783 (Whom corrected to who, in accord with Errata 02784 list)

02785 256. He who laughed at you till he got to your door, 02786 flattered you as you opened it--felt the force of your argument 02787 whilst he was with you--applauded when he rose, and, after he 02788 went away, blasts you--has the most indisputable 02789 title to an archdukedom in hell 02790 Such a one I can never forgive while he continues such a one

02791 X261. Ask not only, am I hated? but, by whom?--am I 02792 loved? but why?--as the GOOD love thee, the BAD will hate thee 02793 uneasy

02794 272. Who can act or perform as if each workor 02795 action were the first, the last, and only one in his life, is 02796 great [in his sphere]. 02797 (The last three words deleted by Blake)

02798 X276. We can do all by speech and silence. He, who 02799 understands the double art of speaking opportunely to the moment, 02800 and of saying not a syllable more or less than it demanded--and 02801 he who can wrap himself up in silence when every word would be in 02802 vain--will understand to connect energy with patience. 02803 uneasy

02804 278. Let the unhappiness you feel at another's errors, 02805 and the happiness you enjoy in their perfections, be the 02806 measure of your progress in wisdom and virtue 02807 Excellent

02808 279. Who becomes every day more sagacious, in observing his 02809 own faults, and the perfections of another, without either 02810 envying him or despairing of himself, is ready to mount the 02811 ladder on which angels ascend and descend. 02812 Noble

02813 282. The more there is of mind in your solitary 02814 employments, the more dignity there is in your character

02815 285. He, who can at all times sacrifice pleasure to duty, 02816 approaches sublimity 02817 (Vertical line in margin; also underlined)

02818 287. The most eloquent speaker, the most ingenious writer, and 02819 the most accomplished statesman, cannot effect so much as the 02820 mere presence of the man [who tempers his wisdom and his 02821 vigour with, humanity.] 02822 (The last nine words deleted by Blake) 02823 unsophisticated

02824 289. Between the best and the worst, there are, you say, 02825 innumerable degrees--and you are right; but admit that I am right 02826 too, in saying that the best and the worst differ only in one 02827 thing--<dag> in the object of their love. 02828 <dag>would to God that every one would consider this

02829 290. What is it you love in him you love? what is it you 02830 hate in him you hate? Answer this closely to yourself, pronounce 02831 it loudly, and you will know yourself and him. 02832 All Gold

02833 292. If you see one cold and vehement at the same time, set 02834 him down for a fanatic. 02835 i.e. hypocrite

02836 295. Who can hide magnanimity, stands on the supreme 02837 degree of human nature, and is admired by the world of 02838 spirits

02839 301. He has not a little of the devil in him who prays and 02840 bites. 02841 there is no other devil, he who bites without praying is 02842 only a beast

02843 302. He who, when called upon to speak a disagreeable 02844 truth, tells it boldly and has done, is both bolder and milder 02845 than he who nibbles in a low voice, and never ceases 02846 nibbling. 02847 damn such

02848 305. Be not the fourth friend of him who had three 02849 before and lost them. 02850 an excellent rule

02851 X308. Want of friends argues either want of humility or 02852 courage, or both. 02853 uneasy

02854 309. He who, at a table of forty covers, thirty-nine of 02855 which are exquisite, and one indifferent, lays hold of that, and 02856 with a "damn your dinner" dashes it in the landlord's face, 02857 should be sent to Bethlem or to Bridewell--and whither he, who 02858 blasphemes a book, a work of art, or perhaps a man of 02859 nine-and-thirty good and but one bad quality, and calls those 02860 fools or flatterers who, engrossed by the superior number of good 02861 qualities, would fain forget the bad one<?> 02862 (Question marked added by Blake) 02863 to hell till he behaves better. mark that I do not believe 02864 there is such a thing litterally. but hell is the being shut up 02865 in the possession of corporeal desires which shortly weary the 02866 man for all life is holy

02867 328. Keep him at least three paces distant who hates 02868 bread, music, and the laugh of a child 02869 the best in the book

02870 333. Between passion and lie there is not a finger's 02871 breadth. 02872 Lie, is the contrary to Passion

02873 334.. Avoid, like a serpent, him who writes 02874 impertinently, yet speaks politely 02875 a dog get a stick to him 02876 X338. Search carefully if one patiently finishes what he 02877 boldly began. 02878 uneasy

02879 339. Who comes from the kitchen smells of its smoke; 02880 who adheres to a sect has something of its cant: the 02881 college-air pursues the student, and dry inhumanity him who herds 02882 with literary pedants.

02883 341. Call him truly religious who believes in something 02884 higher, more powerful, more living, than visible nature; and who, 02885 clear as his own existence, feels his conformity to that superior 02886 being.

02887 342. [Superstition] <Hipocrisy> always inspires 02888 littleness, religion grandeur of mind: the 02889 [superstitious] <hypocrite> raises beings inferior to 02890 himself to deities. 02891 no man was ever truly superstitious who was not truly 02892 religious as far as he knew 02893 True superstition is ignorant honesty & this is beloved of 02894 god & man 02895 I do not allow that there is such a thing as Superstition 02896 taken in the strict sense of the word 02897 A man must first decieve himself before he is <thus> 02898 Superstitious & so he is a hypocrite 02899 Hipocrisy. is as distant from superstition. as the wolf from 02900 the lamb.

02901 343. Who are the saints of humanity? those whom perpetual 02902 habits of goodness and of grandeur have made nearly unconscious 02903 that what they do is good or grand--<dag> heroes with 02904 infantine simplicity 02905 <dag>this is heavenly

02906 345. The jealous is possessed by a "fine mad devil*" and a 02907 dull spirit at once. 02908 *Shakspeare. 02909 pity the jealous

02910 352. He alone has energy that cannot be deprived of 02911 it

02912 353. Sneers are the blasts that precede quarrels. 02913 hate the sneerer

02914 354. Who loves will not be adored. 02915 false

02916 359. No great character cavils. 02917 365. He can love who can forget all and nothing.

02918 366. The purest religion is the most refined Epicurism. He, 02919 who in the smallest given time can enjoy most of what he never 02920 shall repent, and what furnisheenjoyments, still more 02921 unexhausted, still less changeable--is the most religious and the 02922 most voluptuous of men. 02923 True Christian philosophy

02924 370. The generous, who is always just--and the just, who is 02925 always generous--may, unannounced, approach the throne of 02926 God.

02927 376. Spare the lover without flattering his passion; to make the 02928 pangs of love the butt of ridicule, is unwise and harsh--soothing 02929 meekness and wisdom subdue in else unconquerable things. 02930 and consider that love is life

02931 377. There is none so bad to do the twentieth part of the 02932 evil he might, nor any so good as to do the tenth part of the 02933 good it is in his power to do. Judge of yourself by the good you 02934 might do and neglect--and of others by the evil they might do and 02935 omit--and your judgment will be poised between too much 02936 indulgence for yourself and too much severity on others. 02937 Most Excellent

02938 380. To him who is simple, and inexhaustible, like 02939 nature, simple and inexhausted nature resigns her sway

02940 383. How can he be pious who loves not the beautiful, whilst 02941 piety is nothing but the love of beauty? Beauty we Call the 02942 MOST VARIED ONE, the MOST UNITED VARIETY. Could there be a man 02943 who should harmoniously unite each variety of knowledge and of 02944 powers--were he not the most beautiful? were he not your 02945 god? 02946 this is our Lord

02947 384. Incredible are his powers who DESIRES nothing that he 02948 CANNOT WILL. 02949 See 20 & 21

02950 X385. The unloved cannot love. 02951 doubtful

02952 X386. Let the object of love be careful to lose none of its 02953 loveliness.

02954 X389. We cannot be great, if we calculate how great we and 02955 how little others are, and calculate not how great others, how 02956 minute, how impotent ourselves. 02957 uneasy

02958 391. He loves unalterably who keeps within the bounds of 02959 love; who always shews somewhat less than what he is 02960 possessed of--nor ever utters a syllable, or 02961 gives a hint, of more than what in fact remains 02962 behind--is just and friendly in the same degree.

02963 396. Who kindles love loves warmly.

02964 400. There is a manner of forgiving so divine, that you are 02965 ready to embrace the offender for having called it forth. 02966 this I cannot conceive

02967 401. Expect the secret resentment of him whom your 02968 forgiveness has impressed with a sense of his inferiority; expect 02969 the resentment of the woman whose proffered love you have 02970 repulsed; yet surer still expect the unceasing rancour of envy 02971 against the progress of genius and merit--renounce the hopes of 02972 reconciling him: but know, that whilst you steer on, mindless of 02973 his grin, allruling destiny will either change his rage to awe, 02974 or blast his powers to their deepest root. 02975 If you expect his resentment you do not forgive him 02976 now. tho you did once forgiveness of enemies can only 02977 come upon their repentance

02978 407. Whatever is visible is the vessel or veil of the 02979 invisible past, present, future--as man penetrates to this more, 02980 or perceives it less, he raises or depresses his dignity of 02981 being. 02982 A vision of the Eternal Now--

02983 408. Let none turn over books, or roam the stars in 02984 quest of God, who sees him not in man

02985 409. He alone is good, who, though possessed of energy, prefers 02986 virtue, with the appearance of weakness, to the invitation of 02987 acting brilliantly ill 02988 Noble But Mark Active Evil is better than Passive Good.

02989 X410. Clearness, rapidity, comprehension of look, glance 02990 (what the French call 'COUP D'OEIL'), is the greatest, simplest, 02991 most inexhausted gift a mortal can receive from heaven: who has 02992 that has all; and who has it not has little of what constitutes 02993 the good and great. 02994 uneasy 02995 doubtful

02996 413. As the presentiment of the possible, deemed 02997 impossible, so genius, so heroism--every genius, every hero, 02998 is a prophet

02999 X414. He who goes one step beyond his real faith, or 03000 presentiment, is in danger of deceiving himself and others. 03001 uneasy

03002 416 He, who to obtain much will suffer little or nothing, 03003 can never be called great; and none ever little, who, to obtain 03004 one great object, will suffer much. 03005 the man who does this is a Sectary therefore not great

03006 419. You beg as you question.; you give as you 03007 answer 03008 Excellent

03009 424. Love sees what no eye sees; love hears what no ear 03010 hears; and what never rose in the heart of man love prepares for 03011 itobject. 03012 Most Excellent

03013 426. Him, who arrays malignity in good nature and treachery 03014 in familiarity, a miracle of Omnipotence alone can make an honest 03015 man. 03016 no Omnipotence can act against order

03017 427. He, who sets fire to one part of a town to rob more 03018 safely in another, is, no doubt, a villain: what will you call 03019 him, who, to avert suspicion from himself, accuses the innocent 03020 of a crime he knows himself guilty of, and means to commit 03021 again? 03022 damn him

03023 432. The richer you are, the more calmly you bear the 03024 reproach of poverty: the more genius you have, the more 03025 easily you bear the imputation of mediocrity 03026 435. There is no instance of a miser becoming a prodigal without 03027 losing his intellect; but there are thousands of prodigals 03028 becoming misers; if, therefore, your turn be profuse, nothing 03029 is so much to be avoided as avariceand, if you be a miser, 03030 procure a physician who can cure an irremediable disorder. 03031 Excellent

03032 437. Avarice has sometimes been the flaw of great men, but 03033 never of great minds; great men produce effects that cannot be 03034 produced by a thousand of the vulgar; but great minds are stamped 03035 with expanded benevolence, unattainable by most.

03036 X440. He is much greater and more authentic, who produces 03037 one thing entire and perfect, than he who does many by 03038 halves. 03039 uneasy

03040 X444. Say what you please of your humanity, no wise man 03041 will ever believe a syllable while I and MINE are the two only 03042 gates at which you sally forth and enter, and through which alone 03043 all must pass who seek admittance. 03044 uneasy

03045 447. Who hides love, to bless with unmixed happiness, is 03046 great, like the king of heaven. 03047 I do not understand this or else I do not agree to it I know 03048 not what hiding love means

03049 X449. Trust not him with your secrets, who, when left alone 03050 in your room, turns over your papers. 03051 uneasy yet I hope I should not do it

03052 450. A woman whose ruling passion is not vanity, is 03053 superior to any man of equal faculties 03054 Such a woman I adore

03055 451. He who has but one way of seeing every thing is as 03056 important for him who studies man as fatal to friendship. 03057 this I do not understand

03058 452. Who has written will write again, says the Frenchman; 03059 [he who has written against you will write against you 03060 again]: he who has begun certain things is under the 03061 [curse] <blessing> of leaving off no more. 03062 (Text altered by Blake)

03063 X460. Nothing is more impartial than the stream-like 03064 public; always the same and never the same; of whom, sooner or 03065 later, each misrepresented character obtains justice, and each 03066 calumniated, honour: he who cannot wait for that, is either 03067 ignorant of human nature, or feels that he was not made for 03068 honour. 03069 uneasy

03070 462. The obstinacy of the indolent and weak is less 03071 conquerable than that of the fiery and bold

03072 463. Who, with calm wisdom alone, imperceptibly directs the 03073 obstinacy of others, will be the most eligible friend or the most 03074 dreadful enemy. 03075 this must be a grand fellow

03076 X465. He is condemned to depend on no man's modesty and 03077 honour who dares not depend on his own. 03078 uneasy

03079 477. The frigid smiler, crawling, indiscreet, obtrusive, 03080 brazen-faced, is a scorpion-whip of destiny--avoid him! 03081 & never forgive him till he mends

03082 X486. Distrust your heart and the durability of your fame, 03083 if from the stream of occasion you snatch a handful of foam; deny 03084 the stream, and give its name to the frothy bursting 03085 bubble. 03086 Uneasy 03087 this I lament that I have done

03088 487. If you ask me which is the real hereditary sin of 03089 human nature, do you imagine I shall answer pride? or luxury? or 03090 ambition? or egotism? no; I shall say indolence--who conquers 03091 indolence will conquer all the rest. 03092 Pride fullness of bread & abundance of Idleness was 03093 the sin of Sodom. See Ezekiel Ch xvi. 49 ver

03094 489. An entirely honest man, in the severe sense of the 03095 word, exists no more than an entirely dishonest knave: the best 03096 and the worst are only approximations of those qualities. Who 03097 are those that never contradict themselves? yet honesty never 03098 contradicts itself: who are those that always contradict 03099 themselves? yet knavery is mere self-contradiction. Thus the 03100 knowledge of man determines not the things themselves, but their 03101 proportions, the quantum of congruities and incongruities. 03102 Man is a twofold being. one part capable of evil & the other 03103 capable of good that which is capable of good is not also 03104 capable of evil. but that which is capable of evil is also 03105 capable of good. this aphorism seems to consider man as simple & 03106 yet capable of evil. now both evil & good cannot exist in a 03107 simple being. for thus 2 contraries would. spring from one 03108 essence which is impossible. but if man is considerd as only 03109 evil. & god only good. how then is regeneration effected which 03110 turns the evil to good. by casting out the evil. by the good. 03111 See Matthew XII. Ch. 26. 27. 28. 29 vs

03112 496. Sense seeks and finds the thought; the thought seeks 03113 and finds genius. 03114 & vice. versa. genius finds thought without seekg & thought 03115 thus, producd finds sense

03116 506. The poet, who composes not before the moment of 03117 inspiration, and as that leaves him ceases--composes, and he 03118 alone, for all men, all classes, all ages 03119 Most Excellent

03120 507. He, who has frequent moments of complete existence, 03121 is a hero, though not laurelled, is crowned, and without crowns, 03122 a king: he only who has enjoyed immortal moments can reproduce 03123 them 03124 O that men would seek immortal moments O that men would 03125 converse with God

03126 508. The greater that which you can HIDE, THE GREATER 03127 YOURSELF (The last words triply underlined by Blake) 03128 Pleasant

03129 X514. He, who cannot forgive <a> trespass of malice to his 03130 enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of 03131 love. 03132 uneasy this I know not

03133 X518. You may have hot enemies without having a warm 03134 friend; but not a fervid friend without a bitter enemy. The 03135 qualities of your friends will be those of your enemies: cold 03136 friends, cold enemies--half friends, half enemies--fervid 03137 enemies, warm friends. 03138 very Uneasy indeed but truth

03139 521.He, who reforms himself, has done more toward 03140 reforming the public than a crowd of noisy, impotent 03141 patriots 03142 Excellent

03143 523. He will do great things who can avert his words and 03144 thoughts from past irremediable evils. 03145 .not if evils are past sins. for these a man should never 03146 avert his thoughts from

03147 X526. He, who is ever intent on great ends, has an 03148 eagle-eye for great means, and scorns not the smallest. 03149 Great ends never look at means but produce them 03150 spontaneously

03151 532. Take from LUTHER his roughness and fiery courage; 03152 from CALVIN his hectic obstinacy; from ERASMUS his timid 03153 prudence; hypocrisy and fanaticism from CROMWELL; from HENRY IV, 03154 his sanguine character; mysticism from FENELON; from HUME his 03155 all-unhinging wit; love of paradox and brooding suspicion from 03156 ROUSSEAU; naivete and elegance of knavery from VOLTAIRE; from 03157 MILTON the extravagance of his all-personifying fancy; from 03158 RAFFAELLE his dryness and nearly hard precision; and from RUBENS 03159 his supernatural luxury of colours:--deduct this oppressive 03160 EXUBERANCE from each; rectify them according to your own 03161 taste--what will be the result? your own correct, pretty, flat, 03162 useful--for me, to be sure, quite convenient vulgarity. And why 03163 this amongst maxims of humanity? that you may learn to know this 03164 EXUBERANCE, this LEVEN, of each great character, and its effects 03165 on contemporaries and posterity--that you may know where d, e, f, 03166 is, there must be a, b, c: he alone has knowledge of man, who 03167 knows the ferment that raises each character, and makes it that 03168 which it shall be, and something more or less than it shall 03169 be. 03170 Deduct from a rose its redness. from a lilly its whiteness 03171 from a diamond its hardness from a spunge its softness from an 03172 oak its heighth from a daisy its lowness & [chaos] 03173 rectify every thing in Nature as the Philosophers do. & then we 03174 shall return to Chaos & God will be compelld to be Excentric if he 03175 Creates O happy Philosopher 03176 Variety does not necessarily suppose deformity, for a rose 03177 & a lilly. are various. & both beautiful 03178 Beauty is exuberant but not of ugliness but of beauty & if 03179 ugliness is adjoined

03180 to beauty it is not the exuberance of beauty. so if Rafael is 03181 hard & dry it is not his genius but an accident acquired for how 03182 can Substance & Accident be predicated of the same Essence! I 03183 cannot concieve 03184 But the substance gives tincture to the accident & makes it 03185 physiognomic 03186 Aphorism 47. speaks of the heterogeneous, which all 03187 extravagance is. but exuberance not. 03188 (47: Man has an inward sense of consequence--of all that 03189 is pertinent. This sense is the essence of humanity: this, 03190 developed and determined, characterises him--this, displayed, is 03191 his education. The more strict you are in observing what is 03192 pertinent and impertinent, (or heterogeneous) in character, 03193 actions, works of art and literature--the wiser, nobler, greater, 03194 the more humane yourself.)

03195 533. I have often, too often, been tempted, at the daily 03196 relation of new knaveries, to despise human nature in every 03197 individual, till, on minute anatomy of each trick, I found that 03198 the knave was only an ENTHUSIAST or MOMENTARY FOOL. This 03199 discovery of momentary folly, symptoms of which assail the wisest 03200 and the best, has thrown a great consolatory light on my 03201 inquiries into man's moral nature: by this the theorist is 03202 enabled to assign to each class and each individual its own 03203 peculiar fit of vice or folly; and, by the same, he has it in his 03204 power to contrast the ludicrous or dismal catalogue with the more 03205 pleasing one of sentiment and virtue, more properly their own. 03206 03207 man is the ark of God the mercy seat is above upon the ark 03208 cherubims guard it on either side & in the midst is the holy law. 03209 man is either the ark of God or a phantom of the earth & of the 03210 water if thou seekest by human policy to guide this ark. 03211 remember Uzzah II Sam l. [erasure] VI Ch: 03212 knaveries are not human nature knaveries are knaveries See 03213 N 554 03214 this aphorism seems to me to want discrimination

03215 534. He, who is the master of the fittest moment to crush 03216 his enemy, and magnanimously neglects it, is born to be a 03217 conqueror. 03218 this was old George the second

03219 539. A great woman not imperious, a fair woman not vain, a 03220 woman of common talents not jealous, an accomplished woman, who 03221 scorns to shine--are four wonders, just great enough to be 03222 divided among the four quarters of the globe. 03223 let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders, 03224 the female life [fro] lives from the light of the male. 03225 see a mans female dependants you know the man

03226 543. Depend not much upon your rectitude, if you are 03227 uneasy in the presence of the good;[Line drawn 03228 by Blake] 03229 easy

03230 X nor trust to your humility if you are mortified when you 03231 are not noticed. 03232 uneasy

03233 549. He, who [hates] <loves> the wisest and best 03234 of men, [hates] <loves> the Father of men; for where is 03235 the Father of men to be seen but in the most perfect of his 03236 children 03237 this is true worship

03238 552. He, who adores an impersonal God, has none; and, 03239 without guide or rudder, launches on an immense abyss that first 03240 absorbs his powers, and next himself 03241 Most superlatively beautiful & Most affectionatly Holy & 03242 pure would to God that all men would consider it

03243 554. The enemy of art is the enemy of nature; art is 03244 nothing but the highest sagacity and exertion of human nature; 03245 and what nature will he honour who honours not the 03246 human 03247 human nature is the image of God

03248 556. Where there is much pretension, much has been 03249 borrowed--nature never pretends

03250 557. Do you think him a common man who can make what is 03251 common exquisite

03252 559. Whose promise may you depend upon? his who dares refuse 03253 what he knows he cannot perform; who promises calmly, strictly, 03254 conditionally, and never excites a hope which he may 03255 disappoint

03256 560. You promise as you speak.

03257 562. Avoid him who speaks softly, and writes 03258 sharply 03259 Ah rogue I could be thy hangman

03260 566.Neither patience nor inspiration can give wings to 03261 a snail--you waste your own force, you destroy what remained 03262 of energy in the indolent, by urging him to move beyond his rate 03263 of power.

03264 573. Your humility is equal to your desire of being 03265 unnoticed, unobserved in your acts of virtue 03266 true humility

03267 574. There are certain light characteristic momentary 03268 features of man, which, in spite of masks and all exterior 03269 mummery, represent him as he is and shall be. If once in an 03270 individual you have discovered one ennobling feature, let him 03271 debase it, let it at times shrink from him, no matter; he 03272 will, in the end, prove superior to thousands of his 03273 critics 03274 the wise man falleth 7 times in a day & riseth again &/c

03275 576. The man who has and uses but one scale for every thing, for 03276 himself and his enemy, the past and the future, the grand and the 03277 trifle, for truth and error, virtue and vice, religion, 03278 superstition, infidelity; for nature, art, and works of genius 03279 and art-is truly wise, just, great. 03280 this is most true but how does this agree with 451

03281 X577. The infinitely little constitutes the infinite 03282 difference in works of art, and in the degrees of morals and 03283 religion; the greater the rapidity; precision, acuteness, with 03284 which this is observed and determined, the more authentic, the 03285 greater the observer. 03286 uneasy

03287 580. Range him high amongst your saints, who, with 03288 all-acknowledged powers, and his own stedfast scale for every 03289 thing, can, on the call of judgment or advice, submit to 03290 transpose himself into another's situation, and to adopt his 03291 point of sight

03292 582. No communications and no gifts can exhaust genius, or 03293 impoverish charity 03294 Most Excellent

03295 585. Distrust yourself if you fear the eye of the sincere; 03296 but be afraid of neither God or man, if you have no reason to 03297 distrust yourself

03298 586. Who comes as he goes, and is present as he came and 03299 went, is sincere

03300 X588. He loves grandly (I speak of friendship) who is not 03301 jealous when he has partners of love. 03302 uneasy but I hope to mend

03303 590. He knows himself greatly who never opposes his 03304 genius 03305 Most Excellent

03306 596 "Love as if you could hate and might be hated;"--a 03307 maxim of detested prudence in real friendship, the bane of all 03308 tenderness, the death of all familiarity. Consider the fool 03309 who follows it as nothing inferior to him who at every, bit of 03310 bread trembles at the thought of its being poisoned 03311 Excellent

03312 597. "Hate as if you could love or should be loved;"--him 03313 who follows this maxim, if all the world were to declare an idiot 03314 and enthusiast, I shall esteem, of all men, the most eminently 03315 formed for friendship. 03316 Better than Excellent

03317 600. Distinguish with exactness, if you mean to know 03318 yourself and others, what is so often mistaken--the SINGULAR, 03319 the ORIGINAL, the EXTRAORDINARY, the GREAT, and the SUBLIME 03320 man: the SUBLIME alone unites the singular, original, 03321 extraordinary, and great, with his own uniformity and simplicity: 03322 the GREAT, with many powers, and uniformity of ends, is destitute 03323 of that superior calmness and inward harmony which soars 03324 above the atmosphere of praise: the EXTRAORDINARY is 03325 distinguished by copiousness, and a wide range of energy: the 03326 ORIGINAL need not be very rich, only that which he produces 03327 is unique, and has the exclusive stamp of individuality: the 03328 SINGULAR, as such, is placed between originality and whim, and 03329 often makes a trifle the medium of fame.

03330 601. Forwardness nips affection in the bud. 03331 the more is the pity

03332 X602. If you mean to be loved, give more than what is 03333 asked, but not more than what is wanted; [and ask less than 03334 what is expected.] 03335 this is human policy as it is calld--this whole aphorism is 03336 an oversight

03337 603. Whom smiles and [tears] <frowns> make equally 03338 lovely, [all]<only good> hearts [may] <can or 03339 dare> court. 03340 604. Take here the grand secret--if not of pleasing all, yet of 03341 displeasing none--court mediocrity, avoid originality, and 03342 sacrifice to fashion. 03343 & go to hell

03344 605. He who pursues the glimmering steps of hope, with 03345 stedfast, not presumptuous, eye, may pass the gloomy rock, on 03346 either side of which [superstition] <hypocrisy> and 03347 incredulity their dark abysses spread. 03348 Superstition has been long a bug bear by reason of its being 03349 united with hypocrisy. but let them be fairly seperated & then 03350 superstition will be honest feeling & God who loves all honest 03351 men. will lead [them] the poor enthusiast in the paths 03352 of holiness

03353 606. The public seldom forgive twice. 03354 let us take their example

03355 X607. Him who is hurried on by the furies of immature, 03356 impetuous wishes, stern repentance shall drag, bound and 03357 reluctant, back to the place from which he sallied: where you 03358 hear the crackling of wishes expect intolerable vapours or 03359 repining grief. 03360 uneasy

03361 608. He submits to be seen through a microscope, who 03362 suffers himself to be caught in a fit of passion. 03363 & such a one I dare love

03364 609. Venerate four characters; the sanguine, who has 03365 checked volatility and the rage for pleasure; the choleric, 03366 who has subdued passion and pride; the phlegmatic, emerged from 03367 indolence; and the melancholy, who has dismissed avarice, 03368 suspicion, and asperity 03369 4 most holy men

03370 610. All great minds sympathize.

03371 612. Men carry their character not seldom in their pockets: you 03372 night decide on more than half of your acquaintance, had you 03373 will or right to turn their pockets inside out. 03374 I seldom carry money in my pockets they are generally full 03375 of paper [for (6 or 7 words erased)]

03376 615. Not he who forces himself on opportunity, but he 03377 who watches its approach, and welcomes its arrival by immediate 03378 use, is wise

03379 616. Love and hate are the genius of invention, the parents of 03380 virtue and of vice--forbear to decide on yourself till you 03381 have had opportunities of warm attachment or deep dislike 03382 True Experience

03383 X619. Each heart is a world of nations, classes, and 03384 individuals; full of friendships, enmities, indifferences; . . . 03385 the number and character of your friends within bears an exact 03386 resemblance to your external ones; . . . Be assured then, that to 03387 know yourself perfectly you have only to set down a true 03388 statement of those that ever loved or hated you. 03389 uneasy because I cannot do this

03390 623. Avoid connecting yourself with characters whose good 03391 and bad sides are unmixed, and have not fermented together; they 03392 resemble phials of vinegar and oil, or pallets set with colours: 03393 they are either excellent at home and intolerable abroad, or 03394 insufferable within doors and excellent in public; they are 03395 unfit for friendship, merely because their stamina, their 03396 ingredients of character, are too single, too much apart; let 03397 them be finely ground up with each other, and they will be 03398 incomparable. 03399 Most Excellent

03400 X624. The fool separates his object from all surrounding 03401 ones; all abstraction is temporary folly. 03402 uneasy because I once thought otherwise but now know it is 03403 Truth

03404 626. Let me repeat it--He only is great who has the habits 03405 of greatness; who, after performing what none in ten thousand 03406 could accomplish, passes on, like Samson, and "TELLS NEITHER 03407 FATHER NOR MOTHER OF IT. 03408 This is Excellent

03409 630. A GOD, an ANIMAL, a PLANT, are not companions of man; 03410 nor is the FAULTLESS--then judge with lenity of all; the coolest, 03411 wisest, best, all without exception, have their points, their 03412 moments of enthusiasm, fanaticism, absence of mind, 03413 faint-heartedness, stupidity--if you allow not for these, your 03414 criticisms on man will be a mass of accusations or 03415 caricatures. 03416 It is the God in all that is our companion & 03417 friend, for our God himself says, you are my brother my sister & 03418 my mother; & St John. Whoso dwelleth in love dwelleth in God & 03419 God in him. & such an one cannot judge of any but in love. & his 03420 feelings will be attractions or repulses 03421 See Aphorisms 549 & 554 03422 God is in the lowest effects as well as in the highest 03423 causes for he is become a worm that he may nourish the weak 03424 For let it be rememberd that creation is. God descending 03425 according to the weakness of man for our Lord is the word of God 03426 & every thing on earth is the word of God & in its essence is God 03427 631. Genius always gives its best at first, prudence at 03428 last

03429 633. You think to meet with some additions here to your stock of 03430 moral knowledge--and not in vain, I hope: but know, a great many 03431 rules cannot be given by him who means not to offend, and many of 03432 mine have perhaps offended already;

03433 Those who are offended [bu] with any thing in this 03434 book would be offended with the innocence of a child & for the 03435 same reason. because it reproaches him with the errors of 03436 acquired folly.

03437 believe me, for him who has an open ear and eye, every 03438 minute teems with observations of precious import, yet scarcely 03439 communicable to the most faithful friend; so incredibly weak, so 03440 vulnerable in certain points, is man: forbear to meddle with 03441 these at your first setting out, and make amusement the minister 03442 of reflection: sacrifice all egotism--sacrifice ten points to 03443 one, if that one have the value of twenty; and if you are happy 03444 enough to impress your disciple with respect for himself, with 03445 probability of success in his exertions of growing better; and, 03446 above all, with the idea of your disinterestedness--you may 03447 perhaps succeed in making one proselyte to virtue. 03448 --lovely.

03449 635. Keep your heart from him who begins his acquaintance 03450 with you by indirect flattery of your favourite paradox or 03451 foible. 03452 unless you find it to be his also. previous to your acquaintance

03453 636. Receive no satisfaction for premeditated 03454 impertinence--forget it, forgive it--but keep him inexorably at a 03455 distance who offered it. 03456 This is a paradox

03457 X638. Let the cold, who offers the nauseous mimickry of 03458 warm affection, meet with what he deserves--a repulse; but from 03459 that moment depend on his irreconcilable enmity. 03460 uneasy because I do not know how to do this but I will try 03461 to [xxxx] do it the first opportunity

03462 640. The moral enthusiast, who in the maze of his 03463 refinements loses or despises the plain paths of honesty and 03464 duty, is on the brink of crimes. 03465 Most True

03466 [P 224] End of Vol. 1. 03467 I hope no one will call what I have written cavilling 03468 because he may think my remarks of small consequence For I 03469 write from the warmth of my heart. & cannot resist the impulse I 03470 feel to rectify what I think false in a book I love so much. & 03471 approve so generally

03472 [P 225, blank] 03473 Man is bad or good. as he unites himself with bad or good 03474 spirits. tell me with whom you go & Ill tell you what you do 03475 As we cannot experience pleasure but by means of others. 03476 [As we are] who experience either pleasure or pain thro 03477 us. And as all of us on earth are united in thought, for it is 03478 impossible to think without images of somewhat on earth--So it is 03479 impossible to know God or heavenly things without conjunction 03480 with those who know God & heavenly things. therefore, all who 03481 converse in the spirit, converse with spirits. [& these are 03482 either Good or Evil] 03483 For these reasons I say that this Book is written by 03484 consultation with Good Spirits because it is Good. & that the 03485 name Lavater. is the amulet of those who purify the heart of man.

03486 [P 226, blank]

03487 There is a strong objection to Lavaters principles (as I 03488 understand them) & that is He makes every thing originate in 03489 its accident he makes the

03490 vicious propensity <not only> a leading feature of the man but 03491 the Stamina on which all his virtues grow. But as I understand 03492 Vice it is a Negative--It does not signify what the laws of Kings 03493 & Priests have calld Vice we who are philosophers ought not to 03494 call the Staminal Virtues of Humanity by the same name that we 03495 call the omissions of intellect springing from poverty 03496 Every mans <leading> propensity ought to be calld his 03497 leading Virtue & his good Angel But the Philosophy of Causes & 03498 Consequences misled Lavater as it has all his cotemporaries. 03499 Each thing is its own cause & its own effect Accident is the 03500 omission of act in self & the hindering of act in another, This 03501 is Vice but all Act [<from Individual propensity>] is 03502 Virtue. To hinder another [P 227, blank] is not an act it is the 03503 contrary it is a restraint on action both in ourselves & in the 03504 person hinderd. for he who hinders another omits his own duty. at 03505 the time 03506 Murder is Hindering Another 03507 Theft is Hindering Another 03508 Backbiting. Undermining C[i]rcumventing & whatever is 03509 Negative is Vice 03510 But the or[i]gin of this mistake in Lavater & his 03511 cotemporaries, is, They suppose that Womans Love is Sin. in 03512 consequence all the Loves & Graces with them are Sin

03513 Annotations to Swedenborg's Divine Love and Divine Wisdom <t1463> 03514 London, 1788

03515 There can be no Good-Will. Will is always Evil It is 03516 pernicious to others or selfish If God is any thing he is 03517 Understanding He is the Influx from that into the Will Thus 03518 Good to others or benevolent Understanding can [?&?does] Work 03519 [?harm] ignorantly but never can ?the Truth [be ?evil] because 03520 Man is only Evil [when he wills an untruth] 03521 H[eaven] & Hell Chapter 425 03522 Understanding or Thought is not natural to Man it is 03523 acquired by means of Suffering & Distress i.e Experience. Will, 03524 Desire, Love, Rage, Envy, & all other Affections are Natural. but 03525 Understanding is Acquired But Observe. without these is to be 03526 less than Man. Man could ?never [have received] ?light from 03527 heaven ?without [aid of the] affections one would be ?limited to 03528 the ?five [?heavens &] ?hells [& live] in different periods of 03529 time 03530 Wisdom of Angels 10

03531 1. . . . Doth it not happen that in Proportion as the Affection 03532 which is of Love groweth cold, the Thought, Speech and Action 03533 grow cold also? And that in Proportion as it is heated, they also 03534 are heated? But this a wise Man perceiveth, not from a Knowledge 03535 that Love is the Life of Man, but from Experience of this 03536 Fact. 03537 They also percieve this from Knowledge but not with the 03538 natural part

03539 2. No one knoweth what is the Life of Man, unless he 03540 knoweth that it is Love; if this be not known. . . . 03541 This was known to me & thousands

03542 7. That the Divine or God is not in Space . . . cannot be 03543 comprehended by any merely natural Idea, but it may by a 03544 spiritual Idea: The Reason why it cannot be comprehended by a 03545 natural Idea, is, because in that Idea there is Space; . . . 03546 What a natural Idea is--

03547 Nevertheless, Man may comprehend this by natural Thought, 03548 if he will only admit into such Thought somewhat of spiritual 03549 Light; . . . (bracketed by Blake) 03550 Mark this

03551 A spiritual Idea doth not derive any Thing from Space, but 03552 it derives every Thing appertaining to it from State: . . . 03553 Poetic idea

03554 8. Hence it may appear, that Man from a merely 03555 naturaIdea cannot comprehend that the Divine is every 03556 where, and yet not in Space; and yet that Angels and Spirits 03557 clearly comprehend this; consequently that Man also may, 03558 if so be he will admit something of spiritual Light into his 03559 Thought; 03560 Observe the distinction here between Natural & Spiritual as 03561 seen by Man

03562 the Reason why Man may comprehend it is, because his Body 03563 doth not think, but his Spirit, therefore not his natural but his 03564 spiritual [Part] 03565 Man may comprehend. but not the natural or external man.

03566 10. It hath been said, that in the spiritual World Spaces appear 03567 equally as in the natural World. . . . Hence it is that the Lord, 03568 although he is in the Heavens with the Angels every where, 03569 nevertheless appears high above them as a Sun: And whereas the 03570 Reception of Love and Wisdom constitutes Affinity with him, 03571 therefore those Heavens appear nearer to him where the Angels are 03572 in a nearer Affinity from Reception, than where they are in a 03573 more remote Affinity: . . . 03574 He who Loves feels love descend into him & if he has wisdom 03575 may percieve it is from the Poetic Genius which is the Lord

03576 11. In all the Heavens there is no other Idea of God than 03577 that of a Man: . . . 03578 Man can have no idea of any thing greater than Man as a cup 03579 cannot contain more than its capaciousness But God is a man not 03580 because he is so percievd by man but because he is the creator of 03581 man

03582 [Quotation from Swedenborg's The Last Judgment, No. 03583 74] The Gentiles, particularly the Africans . . . entertain an 03584 Idea of God as of a Man, and say that no one can have any other 03585 Idea of God: When they hear that many form an Idea of God as 03586 existing in the Midst of a Cloud, they ask where such are; . . . 03587 03588 Think of a white cloud. as being holy you cannot love it but 03589 think of a holy man within the cloud love springs up in your 03590 thought. for to think of holiness distinct from man is impossible 03591 to the affections. Thought alone can make monsters, but the 03592 affections cannot

03593 12. . . . they who are wiser than the common People 03594 pronounce God to be invisible, . . . 03595 Worldly wisdom or demonstration by the senses is the cause 03596 of this

03597 13. . . . The Negation of God constitutes Hell, and in the 03598 Christian World the Negation of the Lord's Divinity. 03599 the Negation of the Poetic Genius

03600 14. . . . when Love is in Wisdom then it existeth. These 03601 two are such a ONE, that they may be distinguished indeed in 03602 Thought, but not in Act. 03603 Thought without affection makes a distinction between Love 03604 & Wisdom as it does between body & Spirit

03605 27. What Person of Sound Reason doth not perceive, that the 03606 Divine is not divisible; . . . If another, who hath no Reason, 03607 should say that it is possible there may be several Infinities, 03608 Uncreates, Omnipotents and Gods, provided they have the same 03609 Essence, and that thereby there is one Infinite, Uncreate, 03610 Omnipotent and God--is not one and the same Essence but one and 03611 the same Identity? 03612 Answer Essence is not Identity but from Essence proceeds 03613 Identity & from one Essence may proceed many Identities as from 03614 one Affection may proceed. many thoughts Surely this is an 03615 oversight 03616 That there is but one Omnipotent Uncreate & God I agree but 03617 that there is but one Infinite I do not. for if all but God is 03618 not Infinite they shall come to an End which God forbid 03619 If the Essence was the same as the Identity there 03620 could be but one Identity. which is false 03621 Heaven would upon this plan be but a Clock but one & the 03622 same Essence is therefore Essence & not Identity

03623 40. . . . Appearances are the first Things from which the 03624 human Mind forms it's Understanding, and . . . it cannot shake 03625 them off but by an Investigation of the Cause, and if the Cause 03626 lies very deep, it cannot investigate it, without keeping the 03627 Understanding some Time in Spiritual Light, . . 03628. 03629 this Man can do while in the body--

03630 41. . . . it cannot be demonstrated except by such Things 03631 as a Man can perceive by his bodily Senses, . . . 03632 Demonstration is only by bodily Senses.

03633 49. With Respect to God, it is not possible that he can 03634 love and be reciprocally beloved by others, in whom there is . . 03635 . any Thing Divine; for if there was..... any Thing Divine in 03636 them, then it would not be beloved by others, but it would love 03637 itself; . . . 03638 False Take it so or the contrary it comes to the same for 03639 if a thing loves it is infinite Perhaps we only differ in the 03640 meaning of the words Infinite & Eternal

03641 68. . . . Man is only a Recipient of Life. From this Cause 03642 it is, that Man, from his own hereditary Evil, reacts against 03643 God; but so far as he believes that all his Life is from God, and 03644 every Good of Life from the Action of God, and every Evil of Life 03645 from the Reaction of Man, Reaction thus becomes correspondent 03646 with Action, and Man acts with God as from himself. [Bracketed by 03647 Blake] 03648 Good & Evil are here both Good & the two contraries Married

03649 69. . . . But he who knows how to elevate his Mind above 03650 the Ideas of Thought which are derived from Space and Time, such 03651 a Man passes from Darkness to Light, and becomes wise in Things 03652 spiritual and Divine . . . and then by Virtue of that Light he 03653 shakes off the Darkness of natural Light, and removes its 03654 Fallaciesfrom the Center to the Circumference . 03655 When the fallacies of darkness are in the circumference they 03656 cast a bound about the infinite

03657 70. Now inasmuch as the Thoughts of the Angels derive 03658 nothing from Space and Time, but from States of Life, it is 03659 evident that they do not comprehend what is meant when it is 03660 said, that the Divine fills Space, for they do not know what 03661 Space is, but that they comprehend clearly, when it is said, 03662 without any Idea of Space, that the Divine fills all Things. 03663 03664 Excellent


03666 [Title heading Nos. 163-166] That without two Suns, the one 03667 living and the other dead, there can be no Creation. 03668 False philosophy according to the letter. but true according 03669 to the spirit

03670 164. . . . it follows that the one Sun is living and that 03671 the other Sun is dead, also that the dead Sun itself was created 03672 by the living Sun from the Lord. 03673 how could Life create death

03674 165. The reason why a dead Sun was created is to the End 03675 that in the Ultimates all Things may be fixed. . . . On this and 03676 no other Ground Creation is founded: The terraqueous Globe . . . 03677 is as it were the Basis and Firmament. . . . 03678 they exist literally about the sun & not about the earth

03679 166. That all Things were created from the Lord by the 03680 living Sun, and nothing by the dead Sun, may appear from 03681 this Consideration. . . . 03682 the dead Sun is only a phantasy of evil Man


03684 181. . . . It is the same upon Earth with Men, but with this 03685 Difference, that the Angels feel that [spiritual] Heat, and see 03686 that [spiritual] Light, whereas Men do not. . . . 03687 He speaks of Men as meer earthly Men not as receptacles of 03688 spirit, or else he contradicts N 257

03689 Now forasmuch as Man, whilst he is in natural Heat and 03690 Light, knoweth nothing of spiritual Heat and Light in himself, 03691 and this cannot be known but by Experience from the spiritual 03692 World. . . . 03693 This is certainly not to be understood according to the 03694 letter for it is false by all experience. Who does not or may 03695 not know of love & wisdom in himself

03696 220. . . . From these Considerations a Conclusion was 03697 drawn, that the Whole of Charity and Faith is in Works, . . 03698 . 03699 The Whole of the New Church is in the Active Life & not in 03700 Ceremonies at all

03701 237. These three Degrees of Altitude are named Natural, 03702 Spiritual and Celestial. . . . Man, at his Birth, first comes 03703 into the natural Degree, and this increases in him by Continuity 03704 according to the Sciences, and according to the Understanding 03705 acquired by them, to the Summit of Understanding which is called 03706 Rational: . . . 03707 Study Sciences till you are blind 03708 Study intellectuals till you are cold 03709 Yet Science cannot teach intellect 03710 Much less can intellect teach Affection 03711 How foolish then is it to assert that Man is born in only 03712 one degree when that one degree is reception of the 3 degrees. 03713 two of which he must destroy or close up or they will descend, if 03714 he closes up the two superior then he is not truly in the 3d but 03715 descends out of it into meer Nature or Hell 03716 See N 239 03717 Is it not also evident that one degree will not open the 03718 other & that science will not open intellect but that they are 03719 discrete & not continuous so as to explain each other except by 03720 correspondence which has nothing to do with

03721 demonstration for you cannot demonstrate one degree by the other 03722 for how can science be brought to demonstrate intellect, without 03723 making them continuous & not discrete

03724 238. Man, so long as he lives in the World, does not know 03725 any Thing of the opening of these Degrees in himself. . . . 03726 See N 239 <t1465>

03727 239. . . . in every Man there is a natural, spiritual and 03728 celestial Will and Understanding, in Power from his Birth, and in 03729 Act whilst they are opening. 03730 Mark this it explains N 238

03731 In a Word, the Mind of Man . . . is of three Degrees, so 03732 that . . .a Man thereby may be elevated to Angelic Wisdom, and 03733 possess it, while he lives in the World, but nevertheless he does 03734 not come into it till after Death, if he becomes an Angel, 03735 and then he speaks Things ineffable and incomprehensible to 03736 the natural Man 03737 Not to a Man but to the natural Man

03738 241. . . . Every one who consults his Reason, whilst it 03739 is in the Light may see, that Man's Love is the End of all 03740 Things appertaining to him. . . .

03741 244. . . . . And hence it also follows, that the Understanding does not 03742 lead the Will, or that Wisdom does not produce Love, but that it 03743 only teaches and shows the Way, it teaches how a Man ought to 03744 live, and shows the Way in which he ought to walk.(Bracketed by 03745 Blake) 03746 Mark this

03747 256. . . . From this it is evident, that Man, so long as 03748 he lives in the World, and is thereby in the natural Degree 03749 cannot be elevated into Wisdom itself, . . . 03750 See Sect. 4 of the next Number

03751 257. . . . IV. . . . But still Man, in whom the spiritual 03752 Degree is open, comes into that Wisdom when he dies, and may also 03753 come into it by laying asleep the Sensations of the Body, and by 03754 Influx from above at the same Time into the Spirituals of his 03755 Mind. (Bracketed by Blake) 03756 this is while in the Body 03757 This is to be understood as unusual in our time but common 03758 in ancient

03759 V. The natural Mind of Man consists of spiritual 03760 Substances, and at the same Time of natural Substances; from its 03761 spiritual Substances Thought is produced, but not from 03762 its natural Substances; . . . 03763 Many perversely understand him. as if man while in the body 03764 was only conversant with natural Substances, because themselves 03765 are mercenary & worldly & have no idea of any but worldly gain

03766 267. . . . for the natural Man can elevate his Understanding 03767 to superior Light as far as he desires it, but he who is 03768 principled in Evils and thence in Things false, does not elevate 03769 it higher than to the superior Region of his natural Mind; . . 03770 . 03771 Who shall dare to say after this that all elevation is of 03772 self & is Enthusiasm & Madness & is it not plain that self derived 03773 intelligence is worldly demonstration


03775 294. Forasmuch as the Things, which constitute the Sun of the 03776 spiritual World, are from the Lord, and not the Lord, therefore 03777 they are not Life in itself, . . . 03778 This assertion that the spiritual Sun is not Life explains 03779 how the natural Sun is dead

03780 This is an Arcanum, which the Angels by their spiritual 03781 Ideas can see in Thought and also express in Speech, but not Men 03782 by their natural Ideas; . . . (Double underlining by 03783 Blake) 03784 How absurd then would it be to say that no man on earth has 03785 a spiritual idea after reading N 257

03786 295. That there is such a Difference between the Thoughts 03787 of Angels and Men, was made known to me by this Experience: They 03788 were told to think of something spiritually, and afterwards to 03789 tell me what they thought of; when this was done and they would 03790 have told me, they could not. . . . 03791 they could not tell him in natural ideas how absurd must men 03792 be to understand him as if he said the angels could not express 03793 themselves at all to him

03794 304..Forasmuch as there is such a Progression of the Fibres 03795 and Vessels in a Man from first Principles to Ultimates, 03796 therefore there is a similar Progression of their States; their 03797 States are the Sensations, Thoughts and Affections; these also 03798 from their first Principles where they are in the Light, 03799 pervade to their Ultimates,where they are in Obscurity; or from 03800 their first Principles, where they are in Heat, to their 03801 Ultimates where they are not in Heat: . . . . 03802 We see here that the cause of an ultimate is the absence 03803 from heat & light

03804 315. It is to be observed, that the Heat, Light and 03805 Atmospheres of the natural World conduce nothing to this Image of 03806 Creation. . . . 03807 Therefore the Natural Earth & Atmosphere is a Phantasy.

03808 The Heat, Light and Atmospheres of the natural World only 03809 open Seeds; . . . but this not by Powers derived from their own 03810 Sun, . . . [Bracketed by Blake] 03811 Mark this

03812 . . . but by Powers from the spiritual Sun, for the 03813 Image of Creation is spiritualnevertheless that it may 03814 appear, and furnish Use in the natural World, . . . it must 03815 be clothed in Matter, . . .

03816 316. . . . it is evident, that as there is a Resemblance of 03817 Creation in the Forms of Vegetables, so there is also in the 03818 Forms of Animals, viz. that there is a Progression from first 03819 Principles to Ultimates, and from Ultimates to first 03820 Principles. 03821 A going forth & returning

03822 324. . . . there doth not exist any Thing in the created 03823 Universe, which hath not Correspondence with something of Man, 03824 not only with his Affections and his Thoughts thence derived, but 03825 also with the Organs and Viscera of his Body, not with them as 03826 Substances, but with them as Uses. 03827 Uses & substances are so different as not to correspond

03828 336. . . . The Reason why the Things which do hurt to Man 03829 are called Uses, is, because they are of Use to the Wicked to do 03830 Evil, and because they contribute to absorb Malignities, 03831 therefore also they contribute as Cures: Use is applied in both 03832 Senses, in like Manner as Love, for we speak of good Love and 03833 evil Love, and Love calls all that Use, which is done by itself. 03834 [Marked by a large cross in the right margin]


03836 404. . . .Thought indeed exists first, because it is of the 03837 natural Mind, but Thought from the Perception of Truth, 03838 which is from the Affection of Truth, exists last; this 03839 Thought is the Thought Of Wisdom, but the other is Thought from 03840 the Memory by the Sight of the natural Mind. [Bracketed as 03841 well as underlined] 03842 Note this

03843 410. . . .From these Things it may be seen, that Love or the 03844 Will joins itself to Wisdom or the Understanding and not 03845 that Wisdom or the Understanding joins itself to Love or the Will . . . 03846 (Bracketed and underlined; lower part of the bracket shaped like a finger pointing down the page) 03847 Mark this

03848 Thoughts, Perceptions, and Knowledges, thence derived, flow 03849 indeed from the spiritual World, but still they are not 03850 received by the Understanding, but by the Love according to it's 03851 Affections in the Understanding [Bracketed and 03852 underlined] 03853 Mark this

03854 It appears also as if the Understanding joined itself to 03855 Love or the Will, but this also is a Fallacy; Love or 03856 the Will joins itself to the Understanding, and causeth the 03857 Understanding to be reciprocally joined to it: . . . [Bracketed 03858 and underlined] 03859 Mark this

03860 . . . For the Life of Man is his Love. . . . that is, 03861 according as he has exalted his Affections by Truths. . . . 03862 [Bracketed] 03863 Mark this

03864 411. . . . From these Considerations it is also evident, 03865 that Love joins itself to the Understanding, and not vice 03866 versa. . . . 03867 Mark this

03868 412. . . . He who knows all the Fabric of the Lungs from 03869 Anatomy, if he compares them with the Understanding, may clearly 03870 see that the ;Understanding does nothing from itself, 03871 that it does not< em>perceive nor think from itself, but all from 03872 Affections which are of the Love, which in the Understanding 03873 are called the Affection of knowing, of understanding, and of 03874 seeing it, which were treated of above: . . . [Bracketed] 03875 Mark

03876 From the Structure of the Lungs . . .I was fully 03877 convinced that the Love by it's Affections joins itself to the 03878 Understanding, and that the Understanding does not join itself to 03879 any Affection of the Love. . . [Bracketed] 03880 Mark this


03886 414 Love however, or the Will, is elevated into the Heat of 03887 Heaven, but the Understanding into the Light of Heaven, and if 03888 they are both elevated, a Marriage of them is effected there, 03889 which is called the celestial Marriage. . . . 03890 Is it not false then, that love recieves influx thro the 03891 understandg as was asserted in the society

03892 419. . . . and moreover this Love became impure by Reason 03893 of the Separation of celestial Love from it in the Parents. 03894 03895 Therefore it was not created impure & is not naturally so

03896 .. . . so far the Love is purged of its Uncleannesses, and 03897 purified, that is, so far it is elevated into the Heat of Heaven, 03898 and joined to the Light of Heaven, in which the Understanding is, 03899 and Marriage is effected, which is called the Marriage of Good 03900 and Truth, that is, of Law and Wisdom. 03901 Therefore it does not recieve influx thro the understanding

03902 421. XVII. THAT LOVE OR THE WILL IS DEFILED IN THE 03903 UNDERSTANDING, AND BY IT, IF THEY ARE NOT ELEVATED TOGETHER: . . 03904 .[Bracketed] 03905 Mark this they are elevated together

03906 422. . . .The Understanding is not made spiritual and 03907 celestial, but the Love isand when the Love is, it also 03908 maketh the Understanding it's Spouse spiritual and celestial. 03909 [Bracketed]

03910 [Concluding Number, headed "What the Beginning or Rudiment of Man 03911 is from Conception."]

03912 432. . . . Moreover it was shown in the Light of Heaven. . . 03913 .that the interior Compages of this little Brain was . . . in the 03914 Order and form of Heaven; and that it's exterior Compages was in 03915 Opposition to that Order and Form. 03916 Heaven & Hell are born together.

03917 ALL RELIGIONS are ONE <t2>

03918 The Voice of one crying in the Wilderness

03919 The Argument As the true method of knowledge is experiment 03920 the true faculty of knowing must be the faculty which 03921 experiences. This faculty I treat of. 03922 PRINCIPLE 1st That the Poetic Genius is the true Man. and that 03923 the body or outward form of Man is derived from the Poetic 03924 Genius. Likewise that the forms of all things are derived from 03925 their Genius. which by the Ancients was call'd an Angel & Spirit 03926 & Demon. 03927 PRINCIPLE 2d As all men are alike in outward form, So (and 03928 with the same infinite variety) all are alike in the Poetic 03929 Genius 03930 PRINCIPLE 3d No man can think write or speak from his heart, 03931 but he must intend truth. Thus all sects of Philosophy are from 03932 the Poetic Genius adapted to the weaknesses of every 03933 individual 03934 PRINCIPLE 4. As none by traveling over known lands can find out 03935 the unknown. So from already acquired knowledge Man could not 03936 acquire more. therefore an universal Poetic Genius exists 03937 PRINCIPLE. 5. The Religions of all Nations are derived from 03938 each Nations different reception of the Poetic Genius which is 03939 every where call'd the Spirit of Prophecy. 03940 PRINCIPLE 6 The Jewish & Christian Testaments are An original 03941 derivation from the Poetic Genius. this is necessary from the 03942 confined nature of bodily sensation

03943 PRINCIPLE 7th As all men are alike (tho' infinitely various) So 03944 all Religions & as all similars have one source 03945 The true Man is the source he being the Poetic Genius


03947 The Author & Printer W Blake

03948 The Argument Man has no notion of moral fitness but from 03949 Education. Naturally he is only a natural organ subject to 03950 Sense. 03951 I Man cannot naturally Percieve, but through his natural or 03952 bodily organs 03953 II Man by his reasoning power. can only compare & judge of 03954 what he has already perciev'd. 03955 III From a perception of only 3 senses or 3 elements none 03956 could deduce a fourth or fifth 03957 IV None could have other than natural or organic thoughts if 03958 he had none but organic perceptions 03959 V Mans desires are limited by his perceptions. none can desire 03960 what he has not perciev'd 03961 VI The desires & perceptions of man untaught by any thing but 03962 organs of sense, must be limited to objects of sense.


03964 I Mans perceptions are not bounded by organs of perception. he 03965 percieves more than sense (tho' ever so acute) can discover. 03966 II Reason or the ratio of all we have already known. is not 03967 the same that it shall be when we know more. 03968 [III lacking] 03969 IV The bounded is loathed by its possessor. The same dull 03970 round even of a univer[s]e would soon become a mill with 03971 complicated wheels. 03972 V If the many become the same as the few, when possess'd, 03973 More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul, less than All cannot 03974 satisfy Man. 03975 VI If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, 03976 despair must be his eternal lot.

03977 VII The desire of Man being Infinite the possession is Infinite 03978 & himself Infinite 03979 Conclusion, If it were not for the Poetic or Prophetic 03980 character. the Philosophic & Experimental would soon be at the 03981 ratio of all things & stand still, unable to do other than repeat 03982 the same dull round over again 03983 Application. He who sees the Infinite in all things sees 03984 God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only.

03985 Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as he is

03986 TIRIEL <t355>

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03988 And Aged Tiriel. stood before the Gates of his beautiful palace <t356> 03989 With Myratana. once the Queen of all the western plains 03990 But now his eyes were darkned. & his wife fading in death 03991 They stood before their once delightful palace. & thus the Voice 03992 Of aged Tiriel. arose. that his sons might hear in their gates

03993 Accursed race of Tiriel. behold your father <t357> 03994 Come forth & look on her that bore you. come you accursed sons. 03995 In my weak arms. I here have borne your dying mother <t358> 03996 Come forth sons of the Curse come forth. see the death of Myratana

03997 His sons ran from their gates. & saw their aged parents stand 03998 And thus the eldest son of Tiriel raisd his mighty voice

03999 Old man unworthy to be calld. the father of Tiriels race 04000 For evry one of those thy wrinkles. each of those grey hairs 04001 Are cruel as death. & as obdurate as the devouring pit 04002 Why should thy sons care for thy curses thou accursed man 04003 Were we not slaves till we rebeld. Who cares for Tiriels curse 04004 His blessing was a cruel curse. His curse may be a blessing

04005 He ceast the aged man raisd up his right hand to the heavens 04006 His left supported Myratana shrinking in pangs of death <t359> 04007 The orbs of his large eyes he opend. & thus his voice went forth

04008 Serpents not sons. wreathing around the bones of Tiriel 04009 Ye worms of death feasting upon your aged parents flesh 04010 Listen & hear your mothers groans. No more accursed Sons 04011 She bears. she groans not at the birth of Heuxos or Yuva 04012 These are the groans of death ye serpents These are the groans of death

04013 Nourishd with milk ye serpents. nourishd with mothers tears & cares 04014 Look at my eyes blind as the orbless scull among the stones 04015 Look at my bald head. Hark listen ye serpents listen <t360> 04016 What Myratana. What my wife. O Soul O Spirit O fire 04017 What Myratana. art thou dead. Look here ye serpents look 04018 The serpents sprung from her own bowels have draind her dry as this[.] 04019 Curse on your ruthless heads. for I will bury her even here

04020 So saying he began to dig a grave with his aged hands 04021 But Heuxos calld a son of Zazel. to dig their mother a grave

04022 Old cruelty desist & let us dig a grave for thee 04023 Thou hast refusd our charity thou hast refusd our food 04024 Thou hast refusd our clothes our beds our houses for thy dwelling 04025 Chusing to wander like a Son of Zazel in the rocks 04026 Why dost thou curse. is not the curse now come upon your head 04027 Was it not you enslavd the sons of Zazel. & they have cursd 04028 And now you feel it. Dig a grave & let us bury our mother

04029 There take the body. cursed sons. & may the heavens rain wrath 04030 As thick as northern fogs. around your gates. to choke you up 04031 That you may lie as now your mother lies. like dogs. cast out 04032 The stink. of your dead carcases. annoying man & beast 04033 Till your white bones are bleachd with age for a memorial. 04034 No your remembrance shall perish. for when your carcases 04035 Lie stinking on the earth. the buriers shall arise from the east 04036 And. not a bone of all the soils of Tiriel remain 04037 Bury your mother but you cannot bury the curse of Tiriel

04038 He ceast & darkling oer the mountains sought his pathless way

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04040 He wanderd day & night to him both day & night were dark 04041 The sun he felt but the bright moon was now a useless globe 04042 Oer mountains & thro vales of woe. the blind & aged man 04043 Wanderd till he that leadeth all. led him to the vales of Har

04044 And Har & Heva like two children sat beneath the Oak 04045 Mnetha now aged waited on them. & brought them food & clothing 04046 But they were as the shadow of Har. & as the years forgotten 04047 Playing with flowers. & running after birds they spent the day 04048 And in the night like infants slept delighted with infant dreams

04049 Soon as the blind wanderer enterd the pleasant gardens of Har <t361> 04050 They ran weeping like frighted infants for refuge in Mnethas arms 04051 The blind man felt his way & cried peace to these open doors 04052 Let no one fear for poor blind Tiriel hurts none but himself 04053 Tell me O friends where am I now. & in what pleasant place

04054 This is the valley of Har said Mnetha & this the tent of Har 04055 Who art thou poor blind man. that takest the name of Tiriel on thee 04056 Tiriel is king of all the west. who art thou I am Mnetha 04057 And this is Har & Heva. trembling like infants by my side

04058 I know Tiriel is king of the west & there he lives in joy 04059 No matter who I am O Mnetha. if thou hast any food 04060 Give it me. for I cannot stay my journey is far from hence

04061 Then Har said O my mother Mnetha venture not so near him 04062 For he is the king of rotten wood & of the bones of death 04063 He wanders. without eyes. & passes thro thick walls & doors 04064 Thou shalt not smite my mother Mnetha O thou eyeless man <t362>

04065 A wanderer. I beg for food. you see I cannot weep <t363> 04066 I cast away my staff the kind companion of my travel 04067 And I kneel down that you may see I am a harmless man

04068 He kneeled down & Mnetha said Come Har & Heva rise 04069 He is an innocent old man & hungry with his travel

04070 Then Har arose & laid his hand upon old Tiriels head

04071 God bless thy poor bald pate. God bless. thy hollow winking eyes 04072 God bless thy shriveld beard. God. bless. thy many wrinkled forehead 04073 Thou hast no teeth old man & thus I kiss thy sleek bald head 04074 Heva come kiss his bald head for he will not hurt us Heva

04075 Then Heva came & took old Tiriel in her mothers arms

04076 Bless thy poor eyes old man. & bless the old father of Tiriel 04077 Thou art my Tiriels old father. I know thee thro thy wrinkles 04078 Because thou smellest. like the figtree. thou smellest like ripe figs 04079 How didst thou lose thy eyes old Tiriel. bless thy wrinkled face <t364>

04080 Mnetha said come in aged wanderer tell us of thy name 04081 Why shouldest thou conceal thyself from those of thine own flesh

04082 I am not of this region. said Tiriel dissemblingly <t365> 04083 I am an aged wanderer once father of a race 04084 Far in the north. but they were wicked & were all destroyd 04085 And I their father sent an outcast. I have told you all 04086 Ask me no more I pray for grief hath seald my precious sight

04087 O Lord said Mnetha how I tremble are there then more people 04088 More human creatures on this earth beside the sons of Har

04089 No more said Tiriel but I remain on all this globe 04090 And I remain an outcast. hast thou any thing to drink

04091 Then Mnetha gave him milk & fruits. & they sat down together

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04093 They sat & eat & Har & Heva smild on Tiriel

04094 Thou art a very old old man but I am older than thou 04095 How came thine hair to leave thy forehead how came thy face so brown 04096 My hair is very long my beard. doth cover all my breast 04097 God bless thy piteous face. to count the wrinkles in thy face 04098 Would puzzle Mnetha. bless thy face for thou art Tiriel <t366>

04099 Tiriel I never saw but once I sat with him & eat 04100 He was as chearful as a prince & gave me entertainment 04101 But long I staid not at his palace for I am forcd to wander

04102 What wilt thou leave us too said Heva thou shalt not leave us too 04103 For we have many sports to shew thee & many songs to sing 04104 And after dinner we will walk into the cage of Har 04105 And thou shalt help us to catch birds. & gather them ripe cherries 04106 Then let thy name be Tiriel & never leave us more 04107 If thou dost go said Har I wish thine eyes may see thy folly 04108 My sons have left me did thine leave thee O twas very cruel

04109 No venerable man said Tiriel ask me not such things 04110 For thou dost make my heart to bleed my sons were not like thine 04111 But worse O never ask me more or I must flee away

04112 Thou shalt not go said Heva till thou hast seen our singing birds 04113 And heard Har sing in the great cage & slept upon our fleeces 04114 Go not for thou art so like Tiriel. that I love thine head 04115 Tho it is wrinkled like the earth parchd with the summer heat

04116 Then Tiriel rose up from the seat & said god bless these tents <t367> 04117 My Journey is oer rocks & mountains. not in pleasant vales 04118 I must not sleep nor rest because of madness & dismay <t368>

04119 And Mnetha said Thou must not go to wander dark. alone 04120 But dwell with us & let us be to thee instead of eyes 04121 And I will bring thee food old man. till death shall call thee hence

04122 Then Tiriel frownd & answerd. Did I not command you saying 04123 Madness & deep dismay posses[s] the heart of the blind man 04124 The wanderer who seeks the woods leaning upon his staff <t369>

04125 Then Mnetha trembling at his frowns led him to the tent door 04126 And gave to him his staff & blest him. he went on his way

04127 But Har & Heva stood & watchd him till he enterd the wood 04128 And then they went & wept to Mnetha. but they soon forgot their tears

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04130 Over the weary hills the blind man took his lonely way 04131 To him the day & night alike was dark & desolate 04132 But far he had not gone when Ijim from his woods come down 04133 Met him at entrance of the forest in a dark & lonely way

04134 Who art thou Eyeless wretch that thus obstructst the lions path 04135 Ijim shall rend thy feeble joints thou tempter of dark Ijim 04136 Thous hast the form of Tiriel but I know thee well enough 04137 Stand from my path foul fiend is this the las of thy deceits 04138 To be a hypocrite & stand in shape of a blind beggar

04139 The blind man heard his brothers voice & kneeld down on his knee

04140 O brother Ijim if it is thy voice that speaks to me 04141 Smite not thy brother Tiriel tho weary of his life 04142 My sons have smitten me already. and if thou smitest me 04143 The curse that rolls over their heads will rest itself on thine 04144 Tis now seven years since in my palace I beheld thy face <t370> 04145 Come thou dark fiend I dare thy cunning know that Ijim scorns 04146 To smite the[e] in the form of helpless age & eyeless policy 04147 Rise up for I discern thee & I dare thy eloquent tongue 04148 Come I will lead thee on thy way & use thee as a scoff

04149 O Brother Ijim thou beholdest wretched Tiriel 04150 Kiss me my brother & then leave me to wander desolate

04151 No artful fiend. but I will lead thee dost thou want to go 04152 Reply not lest I bind thee with the green flags of the brook 04153 Ay now thou art discoverd I will use thee like a slave

04154 When Tiriel heard the words of Ijim he sought not to reply 04155 He knew twas vain for Ijims words were as the voice of Fate

04156 And they went on together over hills thro woody dales 04157 Blind to the pleasures of the sight & deaf to warbling birds 04158 All day they walkd & all the night beneath the pleasant Moon 04159 Westwardly journeying till Tiriel grew weary with his travel

04160 O Ijim I am faint & weary for my knees forbid 04161 To bear me further. urge me not lest I should die with travel 04162 A little rest I crave a little water from a brook 04163 Or I shall soon discover that I am a mortal man 04164 And you will lose your once lovd Tiriel alas how fain I am

04165 Impudent fiend said Ijim hold thy glib & eloquent tongue 04166 Tiriel is a king. & thou the tempter of dark Ijim 04167 Drink of this runing brook. & I will bear thee on my shoulders<t371> 04168 He drank & Ijim raisd him up & bore him on his shoulders

04169 All day he bore him & when evening drew her solemn curtain 04170 Enterd the gates of Tiriels palace. & stood & calld aloud

04171 Heuxos come forth I here have brought the fiend that troubles Ijim 04172 Look knowst thou aught of this grey beard. or of these blinded eyes

04173 Heuxos & Lotho ran forth at the sound of Ijims voice 04174 And saw their aged father borne upon his mighty shoulders 04175 Their eloquent tongues were dumb & sweat stood on. their trembling limbs 04176 They knew twas vain to strive with Ijim they bowd & silent stood

04177 What Heuxos call thy father for I mean to sport to night <t372> 04178 This is the Hypocritc that sometimes roars a dreadful lion 04179 Then I have rent his limbs & left him rotting in the forest <t373> 04180 For birds to eat but I have scarce departed from the place 04181 But like a tyger he would come & so I rent him too 04182 Then like a river be would seek to drown me in his waves 04183 But soon I buffetted the torrent anon like to a cloud 04184 Fraught with the swords of lightning. but I bravd the vengeance too 04185 Then he would creep like a bright serpent till around my neck 04186 While I was Sleeping he would twine I squeezd his poisnous soul 04187 Then like a toad or like a newt. would whisper in my ears 04188 Or like a rock stood in my way. or like a poisnous shrub 04189 At last I caught him in the form of Tiriel blind & old 04190 And so Ill keep him fetch your father fetch forth Myratana

04191 They stood confounded. and Thus Tiriel raisd his silver voice

04192 Serpents not sons why do you stand fetch hither Tiriel <t374> 04193 Fetch hither Myratana & delight yourselves with scoffs 04194 For poor blind Tiriel is returnd & this much injurd head 04195 Is ready for your bitter taunts. come forth sons of the curse

04196 Mean time the other sons of Tiriel ran around their father 04197 Confounded at the terrible strength of Ijim they knew twas vain 04198 Both spear & shield were useless & the coat of iron mail 04199 When Ijim stretchd his mighty arm. the arrow from his limbs 04200 Rebounded & the piercing sword broke on his naked flesh <t375>

04201 Then is it true Heuxos that thou hast turnd thy aged parent 04202 To be the sport of wintry winds. (said Ijim) is this true 04203 It is a lie & I am like the tree torn by the wind <t376> 04204 Thou eyeless fiend. & you dissemblers. Is this Tiriels house 04205 It is as false [as] Matha. & as dark as vacant Orcus <t377> 04206 Escape ye fiends for Ijim will not lift his hand against ye

04207 So saying. Ijim gloomy turnd his back & silent sought 04208 The secret forests & all night wanderd in desolate ways <t378>

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04210 And aged Tiriel stood & said where does the thunder sleep 04211 Where doth he hide his terrible head & his swift & fiery daughters 04212 Where do they shroud their fiery wings & the terrors of their hair 04213 Earth thus I stamp thy bosom rouse the earthquake from his den 04214 To raise his dark & burning visage thro the cleaving ground <t379> 04215 To thrust these towers with his shoulders. let his fiery dogs 04216 Rise from the center belching flames & roarings. dark smoke 04217 Where art thou Pestilence that bathest in fogs & standing lakes 04218 Rise up thy sluggish limbs. & let the loathsomest of poisons 04219 Drop from thy garments as thou walkest. wrapt in yellow clouds 04220 Here take thy seat. in this wide court. let it be strewn with dead 04221 And sit & smile upon these cursed sons of Tiriel 04222 Thunder & fire & pestilence. here you not Tiriels curse

04223 He ceast the heavy clouds confusd rolld round the lofty towers 04224 Discharging their enormous voices. at the fathers curse 04225 The earth trembled fires belched from the yawning clefts 04226 And when the shaking ceast a fog possest the accursed clime

04227 The cry was great in Tiriels palace his five daughters ran 04228 And caught him by the garments weeping with cries of bitter woe

04229 Aye now you feel the curse you cry. but may all ears be deaf 04230 As Tiriels & all eyes as blind as Tiriels to your woes 04231 May never stars shine on your roofs may never sun nor moon <t380> 04232 Visit you but eternal fogs hover around your walls 04233 Hela my youngest daughter you shall lead me from this place <t381> 04234 And let the curse fall on the rest & wrap them up together

04235 He ceast & Hela led her father from the noisom place 04236 In haste they fled while all the sons & daughters of Tiriel 04237 Chaind in thick darkness utterd cries of mourning all the night 04238 And in the morning Lo an hundred men in ghastly death 04239 The four daughters stretchd on the marble pavement silent all <t382> 04240 falln by the pestilence the rest moped round in guilty fears <t383> 04241 And all the children in their beds were cut off in one night 04242 Thirty of Tiriels sons remaind. to wither in the palace 04243 Desolate. Loathed. Dumb Astonishd waiting for black death

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04245 And Hela led her father thro the silent of the night 04246 Astonishd silent. till the morning beams began to spring

04247 Now Hela I can go with pleasure & dwell with Har & Heva 04248 Now that the curse shall clean devour all those guilty sons

04249 This is the right & ready way I know it by the sound 04250 That our feet make. Remember Hela I have savd thee from death 04251 Then be obedient to thy father for the curse is taken off thee 04252 I dwelt with Myratana five years in the desolate rock 04253 And all that time we waited for the fire to fall from heaven 04254 Or for the torrents of the sea to overwhelm you all 04255 But now my wife is dead & all the time of grace is past 04256 You see the parents curse. Now lead me where I have commanded

04257 O Leagued with evil spirits thou accursed man of sin 04258 True I was born thy slave who askd thee to save me from death-- <t384> 04259 Twas for thy self thou cruel man because thou wantest eyes

04260 True Hela this is the desert of all those cruel ones 04261 Is Tiriel cruel look. his daughter & his youngest daughter 04262 Laughs at affection glories in rebellion. scoffs at Love:-- 04263 I have not eat these two days lead me to Har & Hevas tent 04264 Or I will wrap the[e] up in such a terrible fathers curse 04265 That thou shalt feel worms in thy marrow creeping thro thy bones 04266 Yet thou shalt lead me. Lead me I command to Har & Heva

04267 O cruel O destroyer O consumer. O avenger 04268 To Har & Heva I will lead thee then would that they would curse 04269 Then would they curse as thou hast cursed but they are not like thee 04270 O they are holy. & forgiving filld with loving mercy 04271 Forgetting the offences of their most rebellious children 04272 Or else thou wouldest not have livd to curse thy helpless children

04273 Look on my eyes Hela & see for thou has eyes to see 04274 The tears swell from my stony fountains. wherefore do I weep 04275 Wherefore from my blind orbs art thou not siezd with poisnous stings 04276 Laugh serpent youngest venomous reptile of the flesh of Tiriel 04277 Laugh. for thy father Tiriel shall give the[e] cause to laugh 04278 Unless thou lead me to the tent of Har child of the curse

04279 Silence thy evil tongue thou murderer of thy helpless children 04280 I lead thee to the tent of Har not that I mind thy curse 04281 But that I feel they will curse thee & hang upon thy bones 04282 Fell shaking agonies. & in each wrinkle of that face 04283 Plant worms of death to feast upon the tongue of terrible curses

04284 Hela my daughter listen. thou art the daughter of Tiriel 04285 Thy father calls. Thy father lifts his hand unto the heavens <t385> 04286 For thou hast laughed at my tears. & curst thy aged father 04287 Let snakes rise from thy bedded locks & laugh among thy curls

04288 He ceast her dark hair upright stood while snakes infolded round 04289 Her madding brows. her shrieks apalld the soul of Tiriel

04290 What have I done Hela my daughter fearst thou now the curse 04291 Or wherefore dost thou cry Ah wretch to curse thy aged father 04292 Lead me to Har & Heva & the curse of Tiriel 04293 Shall fail. If thou refuse howl in the desolate mountains <t386>

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04295 She howling led him over mountains & thro frighted vales 04296 Till to the caves of Zazel they approachd at even tide

04297 Forth from their caves old Zazel & his sons ran. when they saw 04298 Their tyrant prince blind & his daughter howling & leading him

04299 They laughd & mocked some threw dirt & stones as they passd by 04300 But when Tiriel turnd around & raisd his awful voice 04301 Some fled away but Zazel stood still & thus began <t387>

04302 Bald tyrant. wrinkled cunning listen to Zazels chains <t388> 04303 Twas thou that chaind thy brother Zazel where are now thine eyes 04304 Shout beautiful daughter of Tiriel. thou singest a sweet song 04305 Where are you going. come & eat some roots & drink some water 04306 Thy crown is bald old man. the sun will dry thy brains away 04307 And thou wilt be as foolish as thy foolish brother Zazel

04308 The blind man heard. & smote his breast & trembling passed on 04309 They threw dirt after them. till to the covert of a wood 04310 The howling maiden led her father where wild beasts resort 04311 Hoping to end her woes. but from her cries the tygers fled <t389> 04312 All night they wanderd thro the wood & when the sun arose 04313 They enterd on the mountains of Har at Noon the happy tents 04314 Were frighted by the dismal cries of Hela on the mountains

04315 But Har & Heva slept fearless as babes. on loving breasts 04316 Mnetha awoke she ran & stood at the tent door & saw 04317 The aged wanderer led towards the tents she took her bow 04318 And chose her arrows then advancd to meet the terrible pair

04319 8

04320 And Mnetha hasted & met them at the gate of the lower garden

04321 Stand still or from my bow recieve a sharp & winged death

04322 Then Tiriel stood. saying what soft voice threatens such bitter things 04323 Lead me to Har & Heva I am Tiriel King of the west <t390>

04324 And Mnetha led them to the tent of Har. and Har & Heva 04325 Ran to the door. when Tiriel felt the ankles of aged Har 04326 He said. O weak mistaken father of a lawless race

04327 Thy laws O Har & Tiriels wisdom end together in a curse <t391> 04328 Why is one law given to the lion & th patient Ox <t392> 04329 And why men bound beneath the heavens in a reptile form <t393> 04330 A worm of sixty winters creeping on the dusky ground 04331 The child springs from the womb. the father ready stands to form 04332 The infant head while the mother idle plays with her dog on her couch 04333 The young bosom is cold for lack of mothers nourishment & milk 04334 Is cut off from the weeping mouth with difficulty & pain 04335 The little lids are lifted & the little nostrils opend 04336 The father forms a whip to rouze the sluggish senses to act 04337 And scourges off all youthful fancies from the newborn man 04338 Then walks the weak infant in sorrow compelld to number footsteps <t394> 04339 Upon the sand. &c 04340 And when the drone has reachd his crawling length <t395> 04341 Black berries appear that poison all around him. Such was Tiriel <t396> 04342 Compelld to pray repugnant & to humble the immortal spirit 04343 Till I am subtil as a serpent in a paradise 04344 Consuming all both flowers & fruits insects & warbling birds 04345 And now my paradise is falln & a drear sandy plain 04346 Returns my thirsty hissings in a curse on thee O Har 04347 Mistaken father of a lawless race my voice is past

04348 He ceast outstretchd at Har & Hevas feet in awful death

04349 THE BOOK of THEL <t3>

04350 The Author & Printer Willm Blake, 1789.

04351 THEL'S Motto,

04352 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 04353 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole: 04354 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? 04355 Or Love in a golden bowl?

04356 THEL

04357 I

04358 The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks. <t4> 04359 All but the youngest; she in paleness sought the secret air. 04360 To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day: 04361 Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard: 04362 And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.

04363 O life of this our spring! why fades the lotus of the water? 04364 Why fade these children of the spring? born but to smile & fall. 04365 Ah! Thel is like a watry bow. and like a parting cloud. 04366 Like a reflection in a glass. like shadows in the water. 04367 Like dreams of infants. like a smile upon an infants face, 04368 Like the doves voice, like transient day, like music in the air; 04369 Ah! gentle may I lay me down, and gentle rest my head. 04370 And gentle sleep the sleep of death. and gentle hear the voice <t5> 04371 Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time.

04372 The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass 04373 Answer'd the lovely maid and said; I am a watry weed, 04374 And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales; 04375 So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head. 04376 Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all. 04377 Walks in the valley. and each morn over me spreads his hand 04378 Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lilly flower, 04379 Thou gentle maid of silent valleys. and of modest brooks; 04380 For thou shalt be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna: 04381 Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs 04382 To flourish in eternal vales: then why should Thel complain,

04383 Why should the mistress of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.

04384 She ceasd & smild in tears, then sat down in her silver shrine.

04385 Thel answerd. O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley. 04386 Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'ertired. <t6> 04387 Thy breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells thy milky garments,

04388 He crops thy flowers. while thou sittest smiling in his face, 04389 Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints. 04390 Thy wine doth purify the golden honey, thy perfume, 04391 Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs 04392 Revives the milked cow, & tames the fire-breathing steed. 04393 But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun: 04394 I vanish from my pearly throne, and who shall find my place.

04395 Queen of the vales the Lilly answerd, ask the tender cloud, 04396 And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky, 04397 And why it scatters its bright beauty thro' the humid air. 04398 Descend O little cloud & hover before the eyes of Thel.

04399 The Cloud descended, and the Lilly bowd her modest head: 04400 And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.

04401 II.

04402 O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee tell to me, 04403 Why thou complainest not when in one hour thou fade away: 04404 Then we shall seek thee but not find; ah Thel is like to thee. 04405 I pass away. yet I complain, and no one hears my voice.

04406 The Cloud then shew'd his golden head & his bright form emerg'd, 04407 Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel.

04408 O virgin know'st thou not. our steeds drink of the golden springs 04409 Where Luvah doth renew his horses: look'st thou on my youth,

04410 And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more. 04411 Nothing remains; O maid I tell thee, when I pass away, 04412 It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and raptures holy: 04413 Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers; 04414 And court the fair eyed dew. to take me to her shining tent; 04415 The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun, 04416 Till we arise link'd in a golden band, and never part; 04417 But walk united, bearing food to all our tender flowers

04418 Dost thou O little Cloud? I fear that I am not like thee; 04419 For I walk through the vales of Har. and smell the sweetest flowers; 04420 But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds, 04421 But I feed not the warbling birds. they fly and seek their food; 04422 But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away, 04423 And all shall say, without a use this shining woman liv'd, 04424 Or did she only live. to be at death the food of worms.

04425 The Cloud reclind upon his airy throne and answer'd thus.

04426 Then if thou art the food of worms. O virgin of the skies, 04427 How great thy use. how great thy blessing; every thing that lives, 04428 Lives not alone, nor for itself: fear not and I will call 04429 The weak worm from its lowly bed, and thou shalt hear its voice. 04430 Come forth worm of the silent valley, to thy pensive queen.

04431 The helpless worm arose, and sat upon the Lillys leaf, 04432 And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.

04433 III.

04434 Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed.

04435 Art thou a Worm? image of weakness. art thou but a Worm? 04436 I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf: 04437 Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak. but thou can'st weep; 04438 Is this a Worm? I see thee lay helpless & naked: weeping, 04439 And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.

04440 The Clod of Clay heard the Worms voice, & raisd her pitying head; 04441 She bowd over the weeping infant, and her life exhal'd 04442 In milky fondness, then on Thel she fix'd her humble eyes.

04443 O beauty of the vales of Har. we live not for ourselves, 04444 Thou seest me the meanest thing, and so I am indeed; 04445 My bosom of itself is cold. and of itself is dark,

04446 But he that loves the lowly, pours his oil upon my head. 04447 And kisses me, and binds his nuptial bands around my breast.

04448 And says; Thou mother of my children, I have loved thee. 04449 And I have given thee a crown that none can take away 04450 But how this is sweet maid, I know not, and I cannot know, 04451 I ponder, and I cannot ponder; yet I live and love.

04452 The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil, 04453 And said. Alas! I knew not this, and therefore did I weep: 04454 That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot 04455 That wilful, bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it 04456 With milk and oil, I never knew; and therefore did I weep, 04457 And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away, 04458 And lay me down in thy cold bed, and leave my shining lot. 04459 Queen of the vales, the matron Clay answerd; I heard thy sighs. 04460 And all thy moans flew o'er my roof. but I have call'd them down: 04461 Wilt thou O Queen enter my house. 'tis given thee to enter, 04462 And to return; fear nothing. enter with thy virgin feet.

04463 IV.

04464 The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar: 04465 Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown; 04466 She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots 04467 Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists: 04468 A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.

04469 She wanderd in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning 04470 Dolours & lamentations: waiting oft beside a dewy grave 04471 She stood in silence. listning to the voices of the ground, 04472 Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down. 04473 And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit.

04474 Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction? 04475 Or the glistning Eye to the poison of a smile! 04476 Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn, 04477 Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie? 04478 Or an Eye of gifts & graces, show'ring fruits & coined gold! 04479 Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind? 04480 Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in? 04481 Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright. 04482 Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy! <t7> 04483 Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?

04484 The Virgin started from her seat, & with a shriek. 04485 Fled back unhinderd till she came into the vales of Har

04486 The End


04488 Shewing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul <t8>


04490 1789

04491 The Author & Printer W Blake

04492 Introduction

04493 Piping down the valleys wild 04494 Piping songs of pleasant glee 04495 On a cloud I saw a child. 04496 And he laughing said to me.

04497 Pipe a song about a Lamb; 04498 So I piped with merry chear, 04499 Piper pipe that song again-- 04500 So I piped, he wept to hear.

04501 Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe 04502 Sing thy songs of happy chear, 04503 So I sung the same again 04504 While he wept with joy to hear

04505 Piper sit thee down and write 04506 In a book that all may read-- 04507 So he vanish'd from my sight. 04508 And I pluck'd a hollow reed.

04509 And I made a rural pen, 04510 And I stain'd the water clear, 04511 And I wrote my happy songs 04512 Every child may joy to hear

04513 The Shepherd.

04514 How sweet is the Shepherds sweet lot, 04515 From the morn to the evening he strays: 04516 He shall follow his sheep all the day 04517 And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

04518 For he hears the lambs innocent call, 04519 And he hears the ewes tender reply, 04520 He is watchful while they are in peace, 04521 For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.

04522 The Ecchoing Green

04523 The Sun does arise, 04524 And make happy the skies. 04525 The merry bells ring 04526 To welcome the Spring. 04527 The sky-lark and thrush, 04528 The birds of the bush, 04529 Sing louder around, 04530 To the bells chearful sound. 04531 While our sports shall be seen 04532 On the Ecchoing Green.

04533 Old John with white hair 04534 Does laugh away care, 04535 Sitting under the oak, 04536 Among the old folk,

04537 They laugh at our play, 04538 And soon they all say. 04539 Such such were the joys. 04540 When we all girls & boys, 04541 In our youth-time were seen, 04542 On the Ecchoing Green.

04543 Till the little ones weary 04544 No more can be merry 04545 The sun does descend, 04546 And our sports have an end: 04547 Round the laps of their mothers, 04548 Many sisters and brothers, 04549 Like birds in their nest, 04550 Are ready for rest; 04551 And sport no more seen, 04552 On the darkening Green.

04553 The Little Girl Lost <t43>

04554 In futurity 04555 I prophetic see, 04556 That the earth from sleep, 04557 (Grave the sentence deep)

04558 Shall arise and seek 04559 For her maker meek: 04560 And the desart wild 04561 Become a garden mild.

04562 In the southern clime, 04563 Where the summers prime, 04564 Never fades away; 04565 Lovely Lyca lay.

04566 Seven summers old 04567 Lovely Lyca told, 04568 She had wanderd long, 04569 Hearing wild birds song.

04570 Sweet sleep come to me 04571 Underneath this tree; 04572 Do father, mother weep.-- 04573 Where can Lyca sleep.

04574 Lost in desart wild 04575 Is your little child. 04576 How can Lyca sleep, 04577 If her mother weep.

04578 If her heart does ake, 04579 Then let Lyca wake; 04580 If my mother sleep, 04581 Lyca shall not weep.

04582 Frowning frowning night, 04583 O'er this desart bright, 04584 Let thy moon arise, 04585 While I close my eyes.

04586 Sleeping Lyca lay; 04587 While the beasts of prey,

04588 Come from caverns deep, 04589 View'd the maid asleep

04590 The kingly lion stood 04591 And the virgin view'd, 04592 Then he gambold round 04593 O'er the hallowd ground;

04594 Leopards, tygers play, 04595 Round her as she lay; 04596 While the lion old, 04597 Bow'd his mane of gold.

04598 And her bosom lick, 04599 And upon her neck, 04600 From his eyes of flame, 04601 Ruby tears there came;

04602 While the lioness, 04603 Loos'd her slender dress, 04604 And naked they convey'd 04605 Tocaves the sleeping maid.

04606 The Little Girl Found

04607 All the night in woe, 04608 Lyca's parents go: 04609 Over vallies deep, 04610 While the desarts weep.

04611 Tired and woe-begone, 04612 Hoarse with making moan: 04613 Arm in arm seven days, 04614 They trac'd the desart ways.

04615 Seven nights they sleep, 04616 Among shadows deep: 04617 And dream they see their child 04618 Starv'd in desart wild.

04619 Pale thro' pathless ways 04620 The fancied image strays,

04621 Famish'd, weeping, weak 04622 With hollow piteous shriek

04623 Rising from unrest, 04624 The trembling woman prest, 04625 With feet of weary woe; 04626 She could no further go.

04627 In his arms he bore, 04628 Her arm'd with sorrow sore; 04629 Till before their way, 04630 A couching lion lay.

04631 Turning back was vain, 04632 Soon his heavy mane, 04633 Bore them to the ground; 04634 Then he stalk'd around,

04635 Smelling to his prey. 04636 But their fears allay, 04637 When he licks their hands; 04638 And silent by them stands.

04639 They look upon his eyes 04640 Fill'd with deep surprise: 04641 And wondering behold, 04642 A spirit arm'd in gold.

04643 On his head a crown 04644 On his shouldes down, 04645 Flow'd his golden hair. 04646 Gone was all their care.

04647 Follow me he said, 04648 Weep not for the maid; 04649 In my palace deep, 04650 Lyca lies asleep.

04651 Then they followed, 04652 Where the vision led: 04653 And saw their sleeping child, 04654 Among tygers wild.

04655 To this day they dwell 04656 In a lonely dell 04657 Nor fear the wolvish howl, 04658 Nor the lions growl.

04659 The Lamb

04660 Little Lamb who made thee 04661 Dost thou know who made thee 04662 Gave thee life & bid thee feed. 04663 By the stream & o'er the mead; 04664 Gave thee clothing of delight, 04665 Softest clothing wooly bright; 04666 Gave thee such a tender voice, 04667 Making all the vales rejoice! 04668 Little Lamb who made thee 04669 Dost thou know who made thee

04670 Little Lamb I'll tell thee, 04671 Little Lamb I'll tell thee! 04672 He is called by thy name, 04673 For he calls himself a Lamb: 04674 He is meek & he is mild, 04675 He became a little child: 04676 I a child & thou a lamb, 04677 We are called by his name. 04678 Little Lamb God bless thee. 04679 Little Lamb God bless thee.

04680 The Little Black Boy.

04681 My mother bore me in the southern wild, 04682 And I am black, but O! my soul is white; 04683 White as an angel is the English child: 04684 But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

04685 My mother taught me underneath a tree 04686 And sitting down before the heat of day, 04687 She took me on her lap and kissed me, 04688 And pointing to the east began to say.

04689 Look on the rising sun: there God does live 04690 And gives his light, and gives his heat away. 04691 And flowers and trees and beasts and men recieve 04692 Comfort in morning joy in the noon day.

04693 And we are put on earth a little space, 04694 That we may learn to bear the beams of love, 04695 And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face 04696 Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

04697 SONGS 10 04698 For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear 04699 The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice. 04700 Saying: come out from the grove my love & care, 04701 And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

04702 Thus did my mother say and kissed me, 04703 And thus I say to little English boy; 04704 When I from black and he from white cloud free, 04705 And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

04706 Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear, 04707 To lean in joy upon our fathers knee. 04708 And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, 04709 And be like him and he will then love me.

04710 The Blossom.

04711 Merry Merry Sparrow 04712 Under leaves so green 04713 A happy Blossom 04714 Sees you swift as arrow 04715 Seek your cradle narrow 04716 Near my Bosom. <t9>

04717 Pretty Pretty Robin 04718 Under leaves so green 04719 A happy Blossom 04720 Hears you sobbing sobbing 04721 Pretty Pretty Robin 04722 Near my Bosom.

04723 The Chimney Sweeper

04724 When my mother died I was very young, 04725 And my father sold me while yet my tongue, 04726 Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. <t10> 04727 So your Chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

04728 Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head 04729 That curl'd like a lambs back, was shav'd, so I said. 04730 Hush Tom never mind it, for when your head's bare, 04731 You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.

04732 And so he was quiet, & that very night, 04733 As Tom was a sleeping he had such a sight, 04734 That thousands of sweepers Dick, Joe, Ned & Jack 04735 Were all of them lockd up in coffins of black,

04736 And by came an Angel who had a bright key, 04737 And he open'd the coffins & set them all free. 04738 Then down a green plain leaping laughing they run 04739 And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

04740 Then naked & white, all their bags left behind, 04741 They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind. 04742 And the Angel told Tom if he'd be a good boy, 04743 He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

04744 And so Tom awoke and we rose in the dark 04745 And got with our bags & our brushes to work. 04746 Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm, 04747 So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

04748 The Little Boy lost <t11>

04749 Father, father, where are you going 04750 O do not walk so fast. 04751 Speak father, speak to your little boy 04752 Or else I shall be lost,

04753 The night was dark no father was there 04754 The child was wet with dew, 04755 The mire was deep, & the child did weep 04756 And away the vapour flew.

04757 The Little Boy Found

04758 The little boy lost in the lonely fen, 04759 Led by the wand'ring light, 04760 Began to cry, but God ever nigh, 04761 Appeard like his father in white.

04762 He kissed the child & by the hand led 04763 And to his mother brought, 04764 Who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale 04765 Her little boy weeping sought.

04766 Laughing Song, <t12>

04767 When the green woods laugh, with the voice of joy <t13> 04768 And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, 04769 When the air does laugh with our merry wit, <t14> 04770 And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

04771 When the meadows laugh with lively green 04772 And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene, 04773 When Mary and Susan and Emily, <t15> 04774 With their sweet round mouths sing Ha, Ha, He.

04775 When the painted birds laugh in the shade 04776 Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread 04777 Come live & be merry and join with me, 04778 To sing the sweet chorus of Ha, Ha, He.


04780 Sweet dreams form a shade, 04781 O'er my lovely infants head. 04782 Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, 04783 By happy silent moony beams.

04784 Sweet sleep with soft down, 04785 Weave thy brows an infant crown. 04786 Sweet sleep Angel mild, 04787 Hover o'er my happy child.

04788 Sweet smiles in the night, 04789 Hover over my delight. 04790 Sweet smiles Mothers smiles 04791 All the livelong night beguiles.

04792 Sweet moans, dovelike sighs, 04793 Chase not slumber from thy eyes. 04794 Sweet moans, sweeter smiles, 04795 All the dovelike moans beguiles.

04796 Sleep sleep happy child. 04797 All creation slept and smil'd. 04798 Sleep sleep, happy sleep, 04799 While o'er thee thy mother weep.

04800 Sweet babe in thy face, 04801 Holy image I can trace. 04802 Sweet babe once like thee, 04803 Thy maker lay and wept for me

04804 Wept for me for thee for all, 04805 When he was an infant small. 04806 Thou his image ever see, 04807 Heavenly face that smiles on thee.

04808 Smiles on thee on me on all, 04809 Who became an infant small, 04810 Infant smiles are his own smiles. <t16> 04811 Heaven & earth to peace beguiles. <t17>

04812 The Divine Image. <t18>

04813 To Mercy Pity Peace and Love, 04814 All pray in their distress: 04815 And to these virtues of delight 04816 Return their thankfulness.

04817 For Mercy Pity Peace and Love, 04818 Is God our father dear: 04819 And Mercy Pity Peace and Love, 04820 Is Man his child and care.

04821 For Mercy has a human heart 04822 Pity, a human face:

04823 And Love, the human form divine, 04824 And Peace, the human dress.

04825 Then every man of every clime, 04826 That prays in his distress, 04827 Prays to the human form divine 04828 Love Mercy Pity Peace.

04829 And all must love the human form, 04830 In heathen, turk or jew. 04831 Where Mercy, Love & Pity dwell, 04832 There God is dwelling too

04833 HOLY THURSDAY <t19>

04834 Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean 04835 The children walking two & two in red & blue & green 04836 Grey headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow 04837 Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow

04838 O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town 04839 Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own 04840 The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs 04841 Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands

04842 Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song 04843 Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among 04844 Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor 04845 Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door

04846 Night

04847 The sun descending in the west. 04848 The evening star does shine. 04849 The birds are silent in their nest, 04850 And I must seek for mine, 04851 The moon like a flower, 04852 In heavens high bower; 04853 With silent delight, 04854 Sits and smiles on the night.

04855 Farewell green fields and happy groves, 04856 Where flocks have took delight; 04857 Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves 04858 The feet of angels bright; 04859 Unseen they pour blessing, 04860 And joy without ceasing,

04861 On each bud and blossom, 04862 And each sleeping bosom.

04863 They look in every thoughtless nest, 04864 Where birds are coverd warm; 04865 They visit caves of every beast, 04866 To keep them all from harm; 04867 If they see any weeping, 04868 That should have been sleeping 04869 They pour sleep on their head 04870 And sit down by their bed.

04871 When wolves and tygers howl for prey 04872 They pitying stand and weep; 04873 Seeking to drive their thirst away, 04874 And keep them from the sheep. 04875 But if they rush dreadful; 04876 The angels most heedful, 04877 Recieve each mild spirit, 04878 New worlds to inherit.

04879 And there the lions ruddy eyes, 04880 Shall flow with tears of gold: 04881 And pitying the tender cries, 04882 And walking round the fold: 04883 Saying: wrath by his meekness 04884 And by his health, sickness, 04885 Is driven away, 04886 From our immortal day.

04887 And now beside thee bleating lamb, 04888 I can lie down and sleep; 04889 Or think on him who bore thy name, 04890 Graze after thee and weep. <t20> 04891 For wash'd in lifes river, 04892 My bright mane for ever, 04893 Shall shine like the gold, 04894 As I guard o'er the fold. <t21>

04895 Spring

04896 Sound the Flute! 04897 Now it's mute. 04898 Birds delight 04899 Day and Night. 04900 Nightingale 04901 In the dale

04902 Lark in Sky 04903 Merrily 04904 Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year

04905 Little Boy 04906 Full of joy.

04907 Little Girl 04908 Sweet and small, 04909 Cock does crow 04910 So do you. 04911 Merry voice 04912 Infant noise 04913 Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year

04914 Little Lamb 04915 Here I am, 04916 Come and lick 04917 My white neck. 04918 Let me pull 04919 Your soft Wool. 04920 Let me kiss 04921 Your soft face. 04922 Merrily Merrily we welcome in the Year

04923 Nurse's Song <t22>

04924 When the voices of children are heard on the green 04925 And laughing is heard on the hill, 04926 My heart is at rest within my breast 04927 And every thing else is still

04928 Then come home my children, the sun is gone down 04929 And the dews of night arise 04930 Come come leave off play, and let us away 04931 Till the morning appears in the skies

04932 No no let us play, for it is yet day 04933 And we cannot go to sleep 04934 Besides in the sky, the little birds fly 04935 And the hills are all coverd with sheep

04936 Well well go & play till the light fades away 04937 And then go home to bed 04938 The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh'd 04939 And all the hills ecchoed

04940 Infant Joy

04941 I have no name 04942 I am but two days old.-- 04943 What shall I call thee? 04944 I happy am 04945 Joy is my name,-- 04946 Sweet joy befall thee!

04947 Pretty joy! 04948 Sweet joy but two days old, 04949 Sweet joy I call thee; 04950 Thou dost smile. 04951 I sing the while 04952 Sweet joy befall thee.

04953 A Dream

04954 Once a dream did weave a shade, 04955 O'er my Angel-guarded bed, 04956 That an Emmet lost it's way 04957 Where on grass methought I lay.

04958 Troubled wilderd and folorn 04959 Dark benighted travel-worn, 04960 Over many a tangled spray 04961 All heart-broke I heard her say.

04962 O my children! do they cry 04963 Do they hear their father sigh. 04964 Now they look abroad to see, 04965 Now return and weep for me.

04966 Pitying I drop'd a tear: 04967 But I saw a glow-worm near: 04968 Who replied. What wailing wight 04969 Calls the watchman of the night.

04970 I am set to light the ground, 04971 While the beetle goes his round: 04972 Follow now the beetles hum, 04973 Little wanderer hie thee home.

04974 On Anothers Sorrow

04975 Can I see anothers woe, 04976 And not be in sorrow too. 04977 Can I see anothers grief, 04978 And not seek for kind relief? <t23>

04979 Can I see a falling tear, 04980 And not feel my sorrows share, 04981 Can a father see his child, 04982 Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.

04983 Can a mother sit and hear, 04984 An infant groan an infant fear-- 04985 No no never can it be. 04986 Never never can it be.

04987 And can he who smiles on all 04988 Hear the wren with sorrows small, 04989 Hear the small birds grief & care 04990 Hear the woes that infants bear--

04991 And not sit beside the nest 04992 Pouring pity in their breast, 04993 And not sit the cradle near 04994 Weeping tear on infants tear.

04995 And not sit both night & day, 04996 Wiping all our tears away. 04997 O! no never can it be. 04998 Never never can it be.

04999 He doth give his joy to all. 05000 He becomes an infant small. 05001 He becomes a man of woe 05002 He doth feel the sorrow too.

05003 Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh, 05004 And thy maker is not by. 05005 Think not, thou canst weep a tear, 05006 And thy maker is not near.

05007 O! he gives to us his joy, 05008 That our grief he may destroy <t24> 05009 Till our grief is fled & gone 05010 He doth sit by us and moan

05011 The School Boy <t122>

05012 I love to rise in a summer morn, 05013 When the birds sing on every tree; 05014 The distant huntsman winds his horn, 05015 And the sky-lark sings with me. 05016 O! what sweet company.

05017 But to go to school in a summer morn, 05018 O! it drives all joy away; 05019 Under a cruel eye outworn, 05020 The little ones spend the day, 05021 In sighing and dismay.

05022 Ah! then at times I drooping sit, 05023 And spend many an anxious hour. 05024 Nor in my book can I take delight, 05025 Nor sit in learnings bower, 05026 Worn thro' with the dreary shower.

05027 How can the bird that is born for joy, 05028 Sit in a cage and sing. 05029 How can a child when fears annoy, 05030 But droop his tender wing, 05031 And forget his youthful spring.

05032 O! father & mother, if buds are nip'd, 05033 And blossoms blown away, 05034 And if the tender plants are strip'd 05035 Of their joy in the springing day, 05036 By sorrow and cares dismay,

05037 How shall the summer arise in joy. 05038 Or the summer fruits appear, 05039 Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy 05040 Or bless the mellowing year, 05041 When the blasts of winter appear.

05042 The Voice of the Ancient Bard. <t123>

05043 Youth of delight come hither: 05044 And see the opening morn, 05045 Image of truth new born. 05046 Doubt is fled & clouds of reason. 05047 Dark disputes & artful teazing. 05048 Folly is an endless maze, 05049 Tangled roots perplex her ways,

05050 How many have fallen there! 05051 They stumble all night over bones of the dead; 05052 And feel they know not what but care; 05053 And wish to lead others when they should be led.

05054 Annotations to Swedenborg's Heaven and Hell 05055 London, 1784 <t1461>

05056 HALF-TITLE [inscribed in pencil in a hand not Blake's] 05057 "And as Imagination bodies forth y[e] forms of things 05058 unseen-turns them to shape & gives to airy Nothing a local 05059 habitation & a Name."Sh.

05060 [Blake's comment, in crayon]Thus Fools quote Shakespeare 05061 The Above is Theseus's opinion Not Shakespeares You might as well 05062 quote Satans blasphemies from Milton & give them as Miltons 05063 Opinions

05064 TITLE PAGE [signed in ink] 05065 William, Blake 05066 by erased pencil or by fingernail] 333. Little Children . . . 05067 appear in Heaven . . . in the province of the eyes . . . because 05068 the Lord appears to the Angels of his Spiritual Kingdom, fronting 05069 the left eye; and to the Angels of the Celestial Kingdom, 05070 fronting the right eye; see above, n. 118. Little Children being 05071 thus in the province of the eyes, denotes them to be under the 05072 immediate guardianship and protection of the Lord.

05073 334. How Infants are educated in Heaven shall here briefly be 05074 told. They are first taught to speak by those that have the care 05075 of them: their first utterance is only a kind of affectionate 05076 sound, which, by degrees, grows more distinct, as their minds 05077 become furnished with ideas; for

05078 the ideas of the mind springing from the affectionate part, 05079 immediately give birth and form to the speech of the Angels, as 05080 mentioned above, n. 234 to 245. . . .

05081 [P 339, PARAGRAPH 513, with Blake's dagger and note] 513. 05082 <dag>The angels appointed for instructors are from several 05083 societies, but chiefly from such as are in the north and the 05084 south, as their understanding and wisdom more particularly 05085 consist in the distinct knowledges of good and truth. The places 05086 set apart for instructing are towards the north. . . . 05087 <dag>See N 73 Worlds in Universe. for account of Instructing Spirits <t1462> ;

05088 [P 389, PARAGRAPH 588] . . . That the Hells are so many and 05089 various, appears from it's being given me to know, that under 05090 every mountain, hill, rock, plain, and valley, there were 05091 particular Hells of different extent in length, breadth, and 05092 depth. In a word, both Heaven and the World of Spirits may be 05093 considered as convexities, under which are arrangements of those 05094 infernal mansions. So much concerning the Plurality of 05095 Hells. 05096 under every Good is a hell. i.e hell is the outward 05097 or external of heaven. & is of the body of the lord. for nothing 05098 is destroyd

05099 Annotations to Swedenborg's Divine Providence <t1466>

05100 London, 1790

05101 HALF-TITLE [signed] 05102 William Blake

05103 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE 05104 PAGE V Perhaps there never was a Period . . . which required a 05105 Vindication and Elucidation of the Divine Providence of the Lord, 05106 more than the present. . . . 05107 For if we allow a GENERAL Providence, and yet deny a 05108 PARTICULAR one, or if we allow a PARTICULAR one, and yet deny a 05109 SINGULAR one, that is, one extending to Things and Circumstances 05110 most SINGULAR and minute, what is this but denying a GENERAL 05111 Providence? 05112 Is not this Predestination?

05113 PAGE xviii . . . Nothing doth IN GENERAL so contradict Man's 05114 natural and favourite Opinions as TRUTH, and . . . all the 05115 grandest and purest Truths of Heaven must needs seem obscure and 05116 perplexing to the natural Man at first View-- 05117 Lies & Priestcraft Truth is Nature

05118 --until his intellectual [p xix] Eye becomes 05119 accustomed to the Light, and can thereby behold it with 05120 Satisfaction 05121 that is: till he agrees to the Priests interest


05123 69. But the Man who doth not suffer himself to be led to, and 05124 enrolled in Heaven, is prepared for his Place in Hell; for Man 05125 from himself continually tends to the lowest Hell, but is 05126 continually with-held by the Lord; 05127 What is Enrolling but Predestination

05128 and he, who cannot be with-held, is prepared for a certain 05129 Place there, in which he is also enrolled immediately after his 05130 Departure out of the World; and this Place there is opposite to a 05131 certain Place in Heaven, for Hell is in Opposition to 05132 Heaven; 05133 Query Does he also occupy that place in Heaven.---See N. 05134 185 & 329 at the End See 277 & 307. & 203 where he says 05135 that a Place for Every Man is Foreseen & at the same time 05136 provided.


05138 185. . . . after Death . . . the . . . great and rich . . . at 05139 first speak of God, and of the Divine Providence, as if they 05140 acknowledged them in their Hearts; But whereas they then 05141 manifestly see the Divine Providence, and from it their final 05142 Portion, which is that they are to be in Hell, they connect 05143 themselves with Devils there,. . .. 05144 What could Calvin Say more than is Said in this Number 05145 Final Portion is Predestination See N 69 & 329 at the End & 05146 277 & 203 Where he says A Place for Each Man is Foreseen & at the 05147 same time Provided


05149 201. If it should be alledged, that the Divine Providence is an 05150 universal Government, and that not any Thing is governed, but 05151 only kept in it's Connection, and the Things which relate to 05152 Government (illuquae Regiminis sunt) are disposed by others, can 05153 this be called an universal Government? No King hath such a 05154 Government as this; for if a King were to allow his Subjects to 05155 govern every Thing in his Kingdom, he would no longer be a King, 05156 but would only be called a King, therefore would have only a 05157 nominal Dignity and no real Dignity: Such a King cannot be said 05158 to hold the Government ,much less universal Government. [Cited in 05159 Blake's note on 220]

05160 203. Since every Man therefore lives after Death to Eternity, 05161 and according to his Life here hath his Place assigned to him 05162 either in Heaven or in Hell. . . . it follows, that the Human 05163 Race throughout the whole World is under the Auspices of the 05164 Lord, and that everyone, from his Infancy even to the End of his 05165 Life, is led of Him in the most minute Particulars, and his 05166 Place foreseen, and at the same Time provided 05167 Devils & Angels are Predestinated.


05169 220. . . . when a Man . . . cannot but think . . . that the State 05170 was made for him, and not he for the State; he is like a King 05171 who thinks his Kingdom and all the Men in it are for 05172 him, and not he for the Kingdom and all the Men of which 05173 it consists. . . . 05174 He says at N 201 No King hath such a Government as 05175 this for all Kings are Universal in their Government otherwise 05176 they are No Kings


05178 274. That a Doubt may be inferred against Divine Providence, 05179 because it was not known heretofor[i.e. before 05180 Swedenborg's preaching], that Man liveth after Death; and 05181 this was not discovered till now. . . . But yet all who 05182 have any Religion, have in them an inherent Knowledge, that Men 05183 live after Death. . .[Bracketed] 05184 It was not Known & yet All Know


05186 277.2. . . he who is in Evil in the World, the same is in Evil 05187 after he goes out of the World; wherefore if Evil be not 05188 removed in the World, it cannot be removed afterwards 05189 Cursed Folly!

05190 where the Tree falls, there it lieth; so also it is with the 05191 Life of Man; as it was at his Death, such it remaineth; everyone 05192 also is judged according to his Actions, not that they are 05193 enumerated, but because he returns to them, and does the like 05194 again; for Death is a Continuation of Life; with this Difference, 05195 that then Man cannot be reformed. 05196 Predestination after this Life is more Abominable than 05197 Calvins & Swedenborg is Such a Spiritual Predestinarian--witness 05198 this Number & many others See 69 & 185 & 329 & 307


05200 307....... That the Wicked, who are in the World, are governed in 05201 Hell by the Lord; . . . because Man with Respect to his Spirit is 05202 in the spiritual World. . . . in an infernal

05203 Society if he is wicked, and in a celestial Society if good; . . . 05204 wherefore according to his Life and the Changes thereof, he is 05205 translated by the Lord from one Society of Hell to another, [or] 05206 led out of Hell and introduced into Heaven, and there also . . . 05207 translated from one Society to another, and this until the Time 05208 of his Death, after which he is no longer carried from one 05209 Society to another, because he is then no longer in any State of 05210 Reformation, but remains in that in which he is according to his 05211 Life; wherefore when a Man dies, he is inscribed in his own 05212 Place. . . . 05213 Predestination


05215 329. . . . there is not wanting to any Man a Knowledge of the 05216 Means whereby he may be saved, nor the power of being saved if he 05217 will; from which it follows, that all are predestined or intended 05218 for Heaven, and none for Hell. But forasmuch as there prevails 05219 among some a Belief in Predestination to no Salvation, which is 05220 Predestination to Damnation, and such a Belief is hurtful, and 05221 cannot be dispelled, unless Reason also sees the Madness and 05222 Cruelty of it, therefore it shall be treated of in the following 05223 Series. 1.That any other Predestination, than Predestination to 05224 Heaven, is contrary to the Divine Love and it's Infinity. 2. That 05225 any other Predestination, than Predestination to Heaven, is 05226 contrary to the Divine Wisdom and it's Infinity. 3. That it is an 05227 insane Heresy, to suppose that they only are saved who are born 05228 within the Church. 4.That it is a cruel Heresy, to suppose that 05229 any of the human Race are predestined to be damned. 05230 Read N 185 & There See how Swedenborg contradicts himself & 05231 N 69 05232 See also 277 & 203 where he Says that a Place for Each Man 05233 is foreseen & at the same time provided

05234 THE 05235 FRENCH REVOLUTION. <t397> 05236 A POEM, 05237 IN SEVEN BOOKS.


05239 LONDON: Printed for J. Johnson, No 72, 05240 St Paul's Church-yard. MDCCXCI. 05241 (Price One Shilling.)


05243 The remaining Books of this Poem are finished, and will be 05244 published in their Order.


05246 Book the First.

05247 The dead brood over Europe, the cloud and vision descends over chearful France; 05248 O cloud well appointed! Sick, sick: the Prince on his couch, wreath'd in dim 05249 And appalling mist; his strong hand outstretch'd, from his shoulder down the bone 05250 Runs aching cold into the scepter too heavy for mortal grasp. No more 05251 To be swayed by visible hand, nor in cruelty bruise the mild flourishing mountains.

05252 Sick the mountains, and all their vineyards weep, in the eyes of the kingly mourner; 05253 Pale is the morning cloud in his visage. Rise, Necker: the ancient dawn calls us 05254 To awake from slumbers of five thousands years. I awake, but my soul is in dreams; 05255 From my window I see the old mountains of France, like aged men, fading away.

05256 Troubled, leaning on Necker, descends the King, to his chamber of council; shady mountains 05257 In fear utter voices of thunder; the woods of France embosom the sound; 05258 Clouds of wisdom prophetic reply, and roll over the palace roof heavy, 05259 Forty men: each conversing with woes in the infinite shadows of his soul, 05260 Like our ancient fathers in regions of twilight, walk, gathering round the King; 05261 Again the loud voice of France cries to the morning, the morning prophecies to its clouds.

05262 For the Commons convene in the Hall of the Nation. France shakes! And the heavens of France 05263 Perplex'd vibrate round each careful countenance! Darkness of old times around them 05264 Utters loud despair, shadowing Paris; her grey towers groan, and the Bastile trembles. 05265 In its terrible towers the Governor stood, in dark fogs list'ning the horror;

05266 A thousand his soldiers, old veterans of France, breathing red clouds of power and dominion, 05267 Sudden seiz'd with howlings, despair, and black night, he stalk'd like a lion from tower 05268 To tower, his howlings were heard in the Louvre; from court to court restless he dragg'd 05269 His strong limbs; from court to court curs'd the fierce torment unquell'd, 05270 Howling and giving the dark command; in his soul stood the purple plague, 05271 Tugging his iron manacles, and piercing through the seven towers dark and sickly, 05272 Panting over the prisoners like a wolf gorg'd; and the den nam'd Horror held a man 05273 Chain'd hand and foot, round his neck an iron band, bound to the impregnable wall. 05274 In his soul was the serpent coil'd round in his heart, hid from the light, as in a cleft rock; 05275 And the man was confin'd for a writing prophetic: in the tower nam'd Darkness, was a man 05276 Pinion'd down to the stone floor, his strong bones scarce cover'd with sinews; the iron rings 05277 Were forg'd smaller as the flesh decay'd, a mask of iron on his face hid the lineaments

05278 Of ancient Kings, and the frown of the eternal lion was hid from the oppressed earth. 05279 In the tower named Bloody, a skeleton yellow remained in its chains on its couch 05280 Of stone, once a man who refus'd to sign papers of abhorrence; the eternal worm 05281 Crept in the skeleton. In the den nam'd Religion, a loathsome sick woman, bound down 05282 To a bed of straw; the seven diseases of earth, like birds of prey, stood on the couch, 05283 And fed on the body. She refus'd to be whore to the Minister, and with a knife smote him. 05284 In the tower nam'd Order, an old man, whose white beard cover'd the stone floor like weeds 05285 On margin of the sea, shrivel'd up by heat of day and cold of night; his den was short 05286 And narrow as a grave dug for a child, with spiders webs wove, and with slime 05287 Of ancient horrors cover'd, for snakes and scorpions are his companions; harmless they breathe 05288 His sorrowful breath: he, by conscience urg'd, in the city of Paris rais'd a pulpit,

05289 And taught wonders to darken'd souls. In the den nam'd Destiny a strong man sat, 05290 His feet and hands cut off, and his eyes blinded; round his middle a chain and a band 05291 Fasten'd into the wall; fancy gave him to see an image of despair in his den, 05292 Eternally rushing round, like a man on his hands and knees, day and night without rest. 05293 He was friend to the favourite. In the seventh tower, nam'd the tower of God, was a man 05294 Mad, with chains loose, which he dragg'd up and down; fed with hopes year by year, he pined 05295 For liberty; vain hopes: his reason decay'd, and the world of attraction in his bosom 05296 Center'd, and the rushing of chaos overwhelm'd his dark soul. He was confin'd 05297 For a letter of advice to a King, and his ravings in winds are heard over Versailles.

05298 But the dens shook and trembled, the prisoners look up and assay to shout; they listen, 05299 Then laugh in the dismal den, then are silent, and a light walks round the dark towers.

05300 For the Commons convene in the Hall of the Nation; like spirits of fire in the beautiful 05301 Porches of the Sun, to plant beauty in the desart craving abyss, they gleam 05302 On the anxious city; all children new-born first behold them; tears are fled, 05303 And they nestle in earth-breathing bosoms. So the city of Paris, their wives and children, 05304 Look up to the morning Senate, and visions of sorrow leave pensive streets.

05305 But heavy brow'd jealousies lower o'er the Louvre, and terrors of ancient Kings 05306 Descend from the gloom and wander thro' the palace, and weep round the King and his Nobles. 05307 While loud thunders roll, troubling the dead, Kings are sick throughout all the earth, 05308 The voice ceas'd: the Nation sat: And the triple forg'd fetters of times were unloos'd. 05309 The voice ceas'd: the Nation sat: but ancient darkness and trembling wander thro' the palace. 05310 As in day of havock and routed battle, among thick shades of discontent,

05311 On the soul-skirting mountains of sorrow cold waving: the Nobles fold round the King, 05312 Each stern visage lock'd up as with strong bands of iron, each strong limb bound down as with marble, 05313 In flames of red wrath burning, bound in astonishment a quarter of an hour.

05314 Then the King glow'd: his Nobles fold round, like the sun of old time quench'd in clouds; 05315 In their darkness the King stood, his heart flam'd, and utter'd a with'ring heat, and these words burst forth:

05316 The nerves of five thousand years ancestry tremble, shaking the heavens of France; 05317 Throbs of anguish beat on brazen war foreheads, they descend and look into their graves.

05318 I see thro' darkness, thro' clouds rolling round me, the spirits of ancient Kings 05319 Shivering over their bleached bones; round them their counsellors look up from the dust, 05320 Crying: Hide from the living! Our b[a]nds and our prisoners shout in the open field, <t398> 05321 Hide in the nether earth! Hide in the bones! Sit obscured in the hollow scull. 05322 Our flesh is corrupted, and we [wear] away. We are not numbered among the living. Let us hide 05323 In stones, among roots of trees. The prisoners have burst their dens, 05324 Let us hide; let us hide in the dust; and plague and wrath and tempest shall cease.

05325 He ceas'd, silent pond'ring, his brows folded heavy, his forehead was in affliction, 05326 Like the central fire: from the window he saw his vast armies spread over the hills, 05327 Breathing red fires from man to man, and from horse to horse; then his bosom 05328 Expanded like starry heaven, he sat down: his Nobles took their ancient seats.

05329 Then the ancientest Peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the Monarch's right hand, red as wines 05330 From his mountains, an odor of war, like a ripe vineyard, rose from his garments, 05331 And the chamber became as a clouded sky; o'er the council he stretch'd his red limbs,

05332 Cloth'd in flames of crimson, as a ripe vineyard stretches over sheaves of corn, 05333 The fierce Duke hung over the council; around him croud, weeping in his burning robe, 05334 A bright cloud of infant souls; his words fall like purple autumn on the sheaves.

05335 Shall this marble built heaven become a clay cottage, this earth an oak stool, and these mowers 05336 From the Atlantic mountains, mow down all this great starry harvest of six thousand years? 05337 And shall Necker, the hind of Geneva, stretch out his crook'd sickle o'er fertile France,

05338 Till our purple and crimson is faded to russet, and the kingdoms of earth bound in sheaves, 05339 And the ancient forests of chivalry hewn, and the joys of the combat burnt for fuel; 05340 Till the power and dominion is rent from the pole, sword and scepter from sun and moon, 05341 The law and gospel from fire and air, and eternal reason and science 05342 From the deep and the solid, and man lay his faded head down on the rock 05343 Of eternity, where the eternal lion and eagle remain to devour? 05344 This to prevent, urg'd by cries in day, and prophetic dreams hovering in night, 05345 To enrich the lean earth that craves, furrow'd with plows; whose seed is departing from her; 05346 Thy Nobles have gather'd thy starry hosts round this rebellious city, 05347 To rouze up the ancient forests of Europe, with clarions of cloud breathing war; <t399> 05348 To hear the horse neigh to the drum and trumpet, and the trumpet and war shout reply; 05349 Stretch the hand that beckons the eagles of heaven; they cry over Paris, and wait 05350 Till Fayette point his finger to Versailles; the eagles of heaven must have their prey. <t400> 05351 The King lean'd on his mountains, then lifted his head and look'd on his armies, that shone 05352 Through heaven, tinging morning with beams of blood, then turning to Burgundy troubled:

05353 Burgundy, thou wast born a lion! My soul is o'ergrown with distress

05354 For the Nobles of France, and dark mists roll round me and blot the writing of God 05355 Written in my bosom. Necker rise, leave the kingdom, thy life is surrounded with snares; 05356 We have call'd an Assembly, but not to destroy; we have given gifts, not to the weak; 05357 I hear rushing of muskets, and bright'ning of swords, and visages redd'ning with war, <t401> 05358 Frowning and looking up from brooding villages and every dark'ning city; 05359 Ancient wonders frown over the kingdom, and cries of women and babes are heard, 05360 And tempests of doubt roll around me, and fierce sorrows, because of the Nobles of France; 05361 Depart, answer not, for the tempest must fall, as in years that are passed away.

05362 He ceas'd, and burn'd silent, red clouds roll round Necker, a weeping is heard o'er the palace; 05363 Like a dark cloud Necker paus'd, and like thunder on the just man's burial day he paus'd; 05364 Silent sit the winds, silent the meadows, while the husbandman and woman of weakness 05365 And bright children look after him into the grave, and water his clay with love, 05366 Then turn towards pensive fields; so Necker paus'd, and his visage was cover'd with clouds.

05367 Dropping a tear the old man his place left, and when he was gone out 05368 He set his face toward Geneva to flee, and the women and children of the city 05369 Kneel'd round him and kissed his garments and wept; he stood a short space in the street, 05370 Then fled; and the whole city knew he was fled to Geneva, and the Senate heard it.

05371 But the Nobles burn'd wrathful at Necker's departure, and wreath'd their clouds and waters 05372 In dismal volumes; as risen from beneath the Archbishop of Paris arose, 05373 In the rushing of scales and hissing of flames and rolling of sulphurous smoke.

05374 Hearken, Monarch of France, to the terrors of heaven, and let thy soul drink of my counsel;

05375 Sleeping at midnight in my golden tower, the repose of the labours of men 05376 Wav'd its solemn cloud over my head. I awoke; a cold hand passed over my limbs, and behold 05377 An aged form, white as snow, hov'ring in mist, weeping in the uncertain light,

05378 Dim the form almost faded, tears fell down the shady cheeks; at his feet many cloth'd 05379 In white robes, strewn in air sensers and harps, silent they lay prostrated; 05380 Beneath, in the awful void, myriads descending and weeping thro' dismal winds, 05381 Endless the shady train shiv'ring descended, from the gloom where the aged form wept. 05382 At length, trembling, the vision sighing, in a low voice, like the voice of the grasshopper whisper'd: 05383 My groaning is heard in the abbeys, and God, so long worshipp'd, departs as a lamp 05384 Without oil; for a curse is heard hoarse thro' the land, from a godless race 05385 Descending to beasts; they look downward and labour and forget my holy law; 05386 The sound of prayer fails from lips of flesh, and the holy hymn from thicken'd tongues; 05387 For the bars of Chaos are burst; her millions prepare their fiery way 05388 Thro' the orbed abode of the holy dead, to root up and pull down and remove, 05389 And Nobles and Clergy shall fail from before me, and my cloud and vision be no more; 05390 The mitre become black, the crown vanish, and the scepter and ivory staff 05391 Of the ruler wither among bones of death; thy shall consume from the thistly field, 05392 And the sound of the bell, and voice of the sabbath, and singing of the holy choir, 05393 Is turn'd into songs of the harlot in day, and cries of the virgin in night. 05394 They shall drop at the plow and faint at the harrow, unredeem'd, unconfess'd, unpardon'd; 05395 The priest rot in his surplice by the lawless lover, the holy beside the accursed, 05396 The King, frowning in purple, beside the grey plowman, and their worms embrace together. 05397 The voice ceas'd, a groan shook my chamber; I slept, for the cloud of repose returned,

05398 But morning dawn'd heavy upon me. I rose to bring my Prince heaven utter'd counsel. 05399 Hear my counsel, O King, and send forth thy Generals, the command of heaven is upon thee; 05400 Then do thou command, O King, to shut up this Assembly in their final home;

05401 Let thy soldiers possess this city of rebels, that threaten to bathe their feet 05402 In the blood of Nobility; trampling the heart and the head; let the Bastile devour 05403 These rebellious seditious; seal them up, O Anointed, in everlasting chains. 05404 He sat down, a damp cold pervaded the Nobles, and monsters of worlds unknown 05405 Swam round them, watching to be delivered; When Aumont, whose chaos-born soul 05406 Eternally wand'ring a Comet and swift-failing fire, pale enter'd the chamber; 05407 Before the red Council he stood, like a man that returns from hollow graves.

05408 Awe surrounded, alone thro' the army a fear ad a with'ring blight blown by the north; 05409 The Abbe de Seyes from the Nation's Assembly. O Princes and Generals of France 05410 Unquestioned, unhindered, awe-struck are the soldiers; a dark shadowy man in the form 05411 Of King Henry the Fourth walks before him in fires, the captains like men bound in chains 05412 Stood still as he pass'd, he is come to the Louvre, O King, with a message to thee; 05413 The strong soldiers tremble, the horses their manes bow, and the guards of thy palace are fled.

05414 Up rose awful in his majestic beams Bourbon's strong Duke; his proud sword from his thigh 05415 Drawn, he threw on the Earth! the Duke of Bretagne and the Earl of Borgogne 05416 Rose inflam'd, to and fro in the chamber, like thunder-clouds ready to burst.

05417 What damp all our fires, O spectre of Henry, said Bourbon; and rend the flames 05418 From the head of our King! Rise, Monarch of France; command me, and I will lead

05419 This army of superstition at large, that the ardor of noble souls quenchless, 05420 May yet burn in France, nor our shoulders be plow'd with the furrows of poverty.

05421 Then Orleans generous as mountains arose, and unfolded his robe, and put forth 05422 His benevolent hand, looking on the Archbishop, who changed as pale as lead; 05423 Would have risen but could not, his voice issued harsh grating; instead of words harsh hissings 05424 Shook the chamber; he ceas'd abash'd. Then Orleans spoke, all was silent, 05425 He breath'd on them, and said, O princes of fire, whose flames are for growth not consuming, 05426 Fear not dreams, fear not visions, nor be you dismay'd with sorrows which flee at the morning; 05427 Can the fires of Nobility ever be quench'd, or the stars by a stormy night? 05428 Is the body diseas'd when the members are healthful? can the man be bound in sorrow 05429 Whose ev'ry function is fill'd with its fiery desire? can the soul whose brain and heart 05430 Cast their rivers in equal tides thro' the great Paradise, languish because the feet 05431 Hands, head, bosom, and parts of love, follow their high breathing joy? 05432 And can Nobles be bound when the people are free, or God weep when his children are happy? 05433 Have you never seen Fayette's forehead, or Mirabeau's eyes, or the shoulders of Target, 05434 Or Bailly he strong foot of France, or Clermont the terrible voice, and your robes 05435 Still retain their own crimson? mine never yet faded, for fire delights in its form. 05436 But go, merciless man! enter into the infinite labyrinth of another's brain 05437 Ere thou measure the circle that he shall run. Go, thou cold recluse, into the fires 05438 Of another's high flaming rich bosom, and return unconsum'd, and write laws. 05439 If thou canst not do this, doubt thy theories, learn to consider all men as thy equals, 05440 Thy brethren, and not as thy foot or thy hand, unless thou first fearest to hurt them.

05441 The Monarch stood up, the strong Duke his sword to its golden scabbard return'd, 05442 The Nobles sat round like clouds on the mountains, when the storm is passing away.

05443 Let the Nation's Ambassador come among Nobles, like incense of the valley.

05444 Aumont went out and stood in the hollow porch, his ivory wand in his hand; 05445 A cold orb of disdain revolv'd round him, and covered his soul with snows eternal. 05446 Great Henry's soul shuddered, a whirlwind and fire tore furious from his angry bosom; 05447 He indignant departed on horses of heav'n. Then the Abbe de Seyes rais'd his feet 05448 On the steps of the Louvre, like a voice of God following a storm, the Abbe follow'd 05449 The pale fires of Aumont into the chamber, as a father that bows to his son; 05450 Whose rich fields inheriting spread their old glory, so the voice of the people bowed 05451 Before the ancient seat of the kingdom and mountains to be renewed.

05452 Hear, O Heavens of France, the voice of the people, arising from valley and hill, 05453 O'erclouded with power. Hear the voice of vallies, the voice of meek cities, 05454 Mourning oppressed on village and field, till the village and field is a waste. 05455 For the husbandman weeps at blights of the fife, and blasting of trumpets consume 05456 The souls of mild France; the pale mother nourishes her child to the deadly slaughter. 05457 When the heavens were seal'd with a stone, and the terrible sun clos'd in an orb, and the moon 05458 Rent from the nations, and each star appointed for watchers of night, 05459 The millions of spirits immortal were bound in the ruins of sulphur heaven 05460 To wander inslav'd; black, deprest in dark ignorance, kept in awe with the whip, 05461 To worship terrors, bred from the blood of revenge and breath of desire, 05462 In beastial forms; or more terrible men, till the dawn of our peaceful morning,

05463 Till dawn, till morning, till the breaking of clouds, and swelling of winds, and the universal voice, 05464 Till man raise his darken'd limbs out of the caves of night, his eyes and his heart 05465 Expand: where is space! where O Sun is thy dwelling! where thy tent, O faint slumb'rous Moon, 05466 Then the valleys of France shall cry to the soldier, throw down thy sword and musket, 05467 And run and embrace the meek peasant. Her nobles shall hear and shall weep, and put off 05468 The red robe of terror, the crown of oppression, the shoes of contempt, and unbuckle 05469 The girdle of war from the desolate earth; then the Priest in his thund'rous cloud 05470 Shall weep, bending to earth embracing the valleys, and putting his hand to the plow, 05471 Shall say, no more I curse thee; but now I will bless thee: No more in deadly black 05472 Devour thy labour; nor lift up a cloud in thy heavens, O laborious plow, 05473 That the wild raging millions, that wander in forests, and howl in law blasted wastes, 05474 Strength madden'd with slavery, honesty, bound in the dens of superstition, 05475 May sing in the village, and shout in the harvest, and woo in pleasant gardens, 05476 Their once savage loves, now beaming with knowledge, with gentle awe adorned; 05477 And the saw, and the hammer, the chisel, the pencil, the pen, and the instruments 05478 Of heavenly song sound in the wilds once forbidden, to teach the laborious plowman 05479 And shepherd deliver'd from clouds of war, from pestilence, from night-fear, from murder, 05480 From falling, from stifling, from hunger, from cold, from slander, discontent and sloth; 05481 That walk in beasts and birds of night, driven back by the sandy desart 05482 Like pestilent fogs round cities of men: and the happy earth sing in its course, 05483 The mild peaceable nations be opened to heav'n, and men walk with their fathers in bliss. 05484 Then hear the first voice of the morning: Depart, O clouds of night, and no more

05485 Return; be withdrawn cloudy war, troops of warriors depart, nor around our peaceable city 05486 Breathe fires, but ten miles from Paris, let all be peace, nor a soldier be seen.

05487 He ended; the wind of contention arose and the clouds cast their shadows, the Princes 05488 Like the mountains of France, whose aged trees utter an awful voice, and their branches 05489 Are shatter'd, till gradual a murmur is heard descending into the valley, 05490 Like a voice in the vineyards of Burgundy, when grapes are shaken on grass; 05491 Like the low voice of the labouring man, instead of the shout of joy; 05492 And the palace appear'd like a cloud driven abroad; blood ran down, the ancient pillars, 05493 Thro' the cloud a deep thunder, the Duke of Burgundy, delivers the King's command.

05494 Seest thou yonder dark castle, that moated around, keeps this city of Paris in awe. 05495 Go command yonder tower, saying, Bastile depart, and take thy shadowy course. 05496 Overstep the dark river, thou terrible tower, and get thee up into the country ten miles. 05497 And thou black southern prison, move along the dusky road to Versailles; there 05498 Frown on the gardens, and if it obey and depart, then the King will disband 05499 This war-breathing army; but if it refuse, let the Nation's Assembly thence learn, 05500 That this army of terrors, that prison of horrors, are the bands of the murmuring kingdom.

05501 Like the morning star arising above the black waves, when a shipwreck'd soul sighs for morning, 05502 Thro' the ranks, silent, walk'd the Ambassador back to the Nation's Assembly, and told 05503 The unwelcome message; silent they heard; then a thunder roll'd round loud and louder, 05504 Like pillars of ancient halls, and ruins of times remote they sat. 05505 Like a voice from the dim pillars Mirabeau rose; the thunders subsided away;

05506 A rushing of wings around him was heard as he brighten'd, and cried out aloud,

05507 Where is the General of the Nation? the walls reecho'd: Where is the General of the Nation?

05508 Sudden as the bullet wrapp'd in his fire, when brazen cannons rage in the field, 05509 Fayette sprung from his seat saying, Ready! then bowing like clouds, man toward man, the Assembly 05510 Like a council of ardors seated in clouds, bending over the cities of men, 05511 And over the armies of strife, where their children are marshall'd together to battle; 05512 They murmuring divide, while the wind sleeps beneath, and the numbers are counted in silence, 05513 While they vote the removal of War, and the pestilence weighs his red wings in the sky.

05514 So Fayette stood silent among the Assembly, and the votes were given and the numbers numb'red; 05515 And the vote was, that Fayette should order the army to remove ten miles from Paris.

05516 The aged sun rises appall'd from dark mountains, and gleams a dusky beam 05517 On Fayette, but on the whole army a shadow, for a cloud on the eastern hills 05518 Hover'd, and stretch'd across the city and across the army, and across the Louvre, 05519 Like a flame of fire he stood before dark ranks, and before expecting captains 05520 On pestilent vapours around him flow frequent spectres of religious men weeping 05521 In winds driven out of the abbeys, their naked souls shiver in keen open air, 05522 Driven out by the fiery cloud of Voltaire, and thund'rous rocks of Rousseau, 05523 They dash like foam against the ridges of the army, uttering a faint feeble cry.

05524 Gleams of fire streak the heavens, and of sulpur the earth, from Fayette as he lifted his hand; 05525 But silent he stood, till all the officers rush round him like waves 05526 Round the shore of France, in day of the British flag, when heavy cannons 05527 Affright the coasts, and the peasant looks over the sea and wipes a tear; 05528 Over his head the soul of Voltaire shone fiery, and over the army Rousseau his white cloud

05529 Unfolded, on souls of war-living terrors silent list'ning toward Fayette, <t402> 05530 His voice loud inspir'd by liberty, and by spirits of the dead, thus thunder'd.

05531 The Nation's Assembly command, that the Army remove ten miles from Paris; 05532 Nor a soldier be seen in road or in field, till the Nation command return.

05533 Rushing along iron ranks glittering the officers each to his station 05534 Depart, and the stern captain strokes his proud steed, and in front of his solid ranks 05535 Waits the sound of trumpet; captains of foot stand each by his cloudy drum; 05536 Then the drum beats, and the steely ranks move, and trumpets rejoice in the sky. 05537 Dark cavalry like clouds fraught with thunder ascend on the hills, and bright infantry, rank 05538 Behind rank, to the soul shaking drum and shrill fife along the roads glitter like fire. 05539 The noise of trampling, the wind of trumpets, smote the palace walls with a blast. 05540 Pale and cold sat the king in midst of his peers, and his noble heart stink, and his pulses 05541 Suspended their motion, a darkness crept over his eye-lids, and chill cold sweat 05542 Sat round his brows faded in faint death, his peers pale like mountains of the dead, 05543 Cover'd with dews of night, groaning, shaking forests and floods. The cold newt

05544 And snake, and damp toad, on the kingly foot crawl, or croak on the awful knee, 05545 Shedding their slime, in folds of the robe the crown'd adder builds and hisses 05546 From stony brows; shaken the forests of France, sick the kings of the nations, 05547 And the bottoms of the world were open'd, and the graves of arch-angels unseal'd; 05548 The enormous dead, lift up their pale fires and look over the rocky cliffs.

05549 A faint heat from their fires reviv'd the cold Louvre; the frozen blood reflow'd. 05550 Awful up rose the king, him the peers follow'd, they saw the courts of the Palace

05551 Forsaken, and Paris without a soldier, silent, for the noise was gone up 05552 And follow'd the army, and the Senate in peace, sat beneath morning's beam.


05554 THE MARRIAGE of HEAVEN and HELL <t143>

05555 The Argument.

05556 Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; 05557 Hungry clouds swag on the deep

05558 Once meek, and in a perilous path, 05559 The just man kept his course along 05560 The vale of death. 05561 Roses are planted where thorns grow. 05562 And on the barren heath 05563 Sing the honey bees.

05564 Then the perilous path was planted: 05565 And a river, and a spring 05566 On every cliff and tomb; 05567 And on the bleached bones 05568 Red clay brought forth.

05569 Till the villain left the paths of ease, 05570 To walk in perilous paths, and drive 05571 The just man into barren climes.

05572 Now the sneaking serpent walks 05573 In mild humility. 05574 And the just man rages in the wilds 05575 Where lions roam.

05576 Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; 05577 Hungry clouds swag on the deep. 05578 ____________________________________________

05579 As a new heaven is begun, and it is now thirty-three years <t144> 05580 since its advent: the Eternal Hell revives. And lo! Swedenborg is 05581 the Angel sitting at the tomb; his writings are the linen clothes 05582 folded up. Now is the dominion of Edom, & the return of Adam into 05583 Paradise; see Isaiah XXXIV & XXXV Chap: 05584 Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and 05585 Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to 05586 Human existence. 05587 From these contraries spring what the religious call Good & 05588 Evil. Good is the passive that obeys Reason[.] Evil is the active 05589 springing from Energy. 05590 Good is Heaven. Evil is Hell.

05591 The voice of the Devil

05592 All Bibles or sacred codes. have been the causes of the 05593 following Errors. 05594 1. That Man has two real existing principles Viz: a Body & a 05595 Soul. 05596 2 That Energy. calld Evil. is alone from the Body. & that 05597 Reason. calld Good. is alone from the Soul. 05598 3. That God will torment Man in Eternity for following his 05599 Energies. 05600 But the following Contraries to these are True 05601 1 Man has no Body distinct from his Soul for that calld Body is 05602 a portion of Soul discernd by the five Senses. the chief inlets 05603 of Soul in this age 05604 2. Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is 05605 the bound or outward circumference of Energy. 05606 3 Energy is Eternal Delight 05607 Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough 05608 to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & 05609 governs the unwilling. 05610 And being restraind it by degrees becomes passive till it is 05611 only the shadow of desire. 05612 The history of this is written in Paradise Lost. & the Governor 05613 or Reason is call'd Messiah. 05614 And the original Archangel or possessor of the command of the 05615 heavenly host, is calld the Devil or Satan and his children are 05616 call'd Sin & Death 05617 But in the Book of Job Miltons Messiah is call'd Satan. 05618 For this history has been adopted by both parties 05619 It indeed appear'd to Reason as if Desire was cast out. but the

05620 Devils account is, that the Messi[Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 6]ah fell. & formed a heaven 05621 of what he stole from the Abyss 05622 This is shewn in the Gospel, where he prays to the Father to 05623 send the comforter or Desire that Reason may have Ideas to build 05624 on, the Jehovah of the Bible being no other than he, who dwells 05625 in flaming fire. <t145> 05626 Know that after Christs death, he became Jehovah. 05627 But in Milton; the Father is Destiny, the Son, a Ratio of the 05628 five senses. & the Holy-ghost, Vacuum! 05629 Note. The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of 05630 Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he 05631 was a true Poet and of the Devils party without knowing it

05632 A Memorable Fancy.

05633 As I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the 05634 enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and 05635 insanity. I collected some of their Proverbs: thinking that as 05636 the sayings used in a nation, mark its character, so the Proverbs 05637 of Hell, shew the nature of Infernal wisdom better than any 05638 description of buildings or garments. 05639 When I came home; on the abyss of the five senses, where a 05640 flat sided steep frowns over the present world. I saw a mighty 05641 Devil folded in black clouds, hovering on the sides of the rock, 05642 with cor[Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 7]roding fires he wrote the following sentence now 05643 percieved by the minds of men, & read by them on earth. <t146>

05644 How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the airy way, 05645 Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five?

05646 Proverbs of Hell. <t147>

05647 In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.

05648 Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. 05649 The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

05650 Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. 05651 He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

05652 The cut worm forgives the plow.

05653 Dip him in the river who loves water.

05654 A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. 05655 He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

05656 Eternity is in love with the productions of time. 05657 The busy bee has no time for sorrow. 05658 The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can 05659 measure.

05660 All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap. 05661 Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.

05662 No bird soars too high. if he soars with his own wings.

05663 A dead body. revenges not injuries.

05664 The most sublime act is to set another before you.

05665 If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise 05666 Folly is the cloke of knavery.

05667 Shame is Prides cloke.

05668 Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion. 05669 The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. 05670 The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. 05671 The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. 05672 The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

05673 Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

05674 The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the 05675 stormy sea, and the destructive sword. are portions of 05676 eternity too great for the eye of man.

05677 The fox condemns the trap, not himself. 05678 Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

05679 Let man wear the fell of the lion. woman the fleece of the sheep.

05680 The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

05681 The selfish smiling fool. & the sullen frowning fool. shall be 05682 both thought wise. that they may be a rod.

05683 What is now proved was once, only imagin'd. 05684 The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet; watch the roots, the lion, the tyger, 05685 the horse, the elephant, watch the fruits.

05686 The cistern contains: the fountain overflows 05687 One thought. fills immensity. 05688 Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.

05689 Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.

05690 The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow.

05691 The fox provides for himself. but God provides for the lion. 05692 Think in the morning, Act in the noon, Eat in the evening, Sleep in the night. 05693 He who has sufferd you to impose on him knows you. 05694 As the plow follows words, so God rewards prayers.

05695 The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction

05696 Expect poison from the standing water.

05697 You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.

05698 Listen to the fools reproach! it is a kingly title!

05699 The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard of earth.

05700 The weak in courage is strong in cunning. 05701 The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion. the horse; 05702 how he shall take his prey. 05703 The thankful reciever bears a plentiful harvest.

05704 If others had not been foolish. we should be so. 05705 The soul of sweet delight. can never be defil'd,

05706 When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius. lift up thy head! 05707 As the catterpiller chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest 05708 lays his curse on the fairest joys.

05709 To create a little flower is the labour of ages.

05710 Damn. braces: Bless relaxes.

05711 The best wine is the oldest. the best water the newest. 05712 Prayers plow not! Praises reap not! 05713 Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

05714 The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet 05715 Proportion.

05716 As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. 05717 The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl, that every thing was white.

05718 Exuberance is Beauty.

05719 If the lion was advised by the fox. he would be cunning.

05720 Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without 05721 Improvement, are roads of Genius. <t148>

05722 Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires

05723 Where man is not nature is barren.

05724 Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.

05725 Enough! or Too much

05726 The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or 05727 Geniuses calling them by the names and adorning them with the 05728 properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, 05729 and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could percieve. 05730 And particularly they studied the genius of each city & 05731 country. placing it under its mental deity. 05732 Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & 05733 enslav'd the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the 05734 mental deities from their objects: thus began Priesthood. 05735 Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales. 05736 And at length they pronounced that the Gods had orderd such 05737 things. 05738 Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast. 05739 A Memorable Fancy.

05740 The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked 05741 them how they dared so roundly to assert. that God spake to them; 05742 and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be 05743 misunderstood, & so be the cause of imposition. 05744 Isaiah answer'd. I saw no God. nor heard any, in a finite 05745 organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in 05746 every thing, and as I was then perswaded. & remain confirm'd; 05747 that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared 05748 not for consequences but wrote. 05749 Then I asked: does a firm perswasion that a thing is so, make it so? 05750 He replied. All poets believe that it does, & in ages of imagination

05751 this firm perswasion removed mountains; but many are not capable 05752 of a firm perswasion of any thing. 05753 Then Ezekiel said. The philosophy of the east taught the first 05754 principles of human perception some nations held one 05755 principle for the origin & some another, we of Israel taught 05756 that the Poetic Genius (as you now call it) was the first 05757 principle and all the others merely derivative, which was the 05758 cause of our despising the Priests & Philosophers of other 05759 countries, and propheying that all Gods 05760 proved. to originate in ours & to be the tributaries of the 05761 Poetic Genius, it was this. that our great poet King David 05762 desired so fervently & invokes so patheticly, saying by this he 05763 conquers enemies & governs kingdoms; and we so loved our God. 05764 that we cursed in his name all the deities of surrounding 05765 nations, and asserted that they had rebelled; from these opinions 05766 the vulgar came to think that all nations would at last be 05767 subject to the jews. 05768 This said he, like all firm perswasions, is come to pass, for all 05769 nations believe the jews code and worship the jews god, and what 05770 greater subjection can be 05771 I heard this with some wonder, & must confess my own 05772 conviction. After dinner I ask'd Isaiah to favour the world with 05773 his lost works, he said none of equal value was lost. Ezekiel 05774 said the same of his. 05775 I also asked Isaiah what made him go naked and barefoot three 05776 years? he answerd, the same that made our friend Diogenes the Grecian. 05777 I then asked Ezekiel. why he eat dung, & lay so long on his 05778 right & left side? he answerd. the desire of raising other men 05779 into a perception of the infinite this the North American tribes 05780 practise. & is he honest who resists his genius or conscience. 05781 only for the sake of present ease or gratification? 05782 The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire 05783 at the end of six thousand years is true. as I have heard from Hell. 05784 For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to 05785 leave his guard at the tree of life, and when he does, the whole <t149> 05786 creation will be consumed, and appear infinite. and holy whereas 05787 it now appears finite & corrupt. 05788 This will come to pass by a improvement of sensual enjoyment. 05789 But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his 05790 soul, is to be expunged; this I shall do, by printing in the 05791 infernal method, by corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and 05792 medicinal, melting apparent surfaces away, and displaying the 05793 infinite which was hid. 05794 If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would 05795 appear to man as it is: infinite. 05796 For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' 05797 narrow chinks of his cavern.

05798 A Memorable Fancy

05799 I was in a Printing house in Hell & saw the method in which 05800 knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation. 05801 In the first chamber was a Dragon-Man, clearing away the 05802 rubbish from a caves mouth; within, a number of Dragons were 05803 hollowing the cave, 05804 In the second chamber was a Viper folding round the rock & the 05805 cave, and others adorning it with gold silver and precious stones. 05806 In the third chamber was an Eagle with wings and feathers of 05807 air, he caused the inside of the cave to be infinite, around were 05808 numbers of Eagle like men, who built palaces in the immense cliffs. 05809 In the fourth chamber were Lions of flaming fire raging around 05810 & melting the metals into living fluids. 05811 In the fifth chamber were Unnam'd forms, which cast the metals 05812 into the expanse. 05813 There they were reciev'd by Men who occupied the sixth 05814 chamber, and took the forms of books & were arranged in libraries.

05815 The Giants who formed this world into its sensual existence 05816 and now seem to live in it in chains; are in truth. the causes 05817 of its life & the sources of all activity, but the chains are, 05818 the cunning of weak and tame minds. which have power to resist 05819 energy. according to the proverb, the weak in courage is strong 05820 in cunning. 05821 Thus one portion of being, is the Prolific. the other, the 05822 Devouring: to the devourer it seems as if the producer was in 05823 his chains, but it is not so, he only takes portions of existence 05824 and fancies that the whole. 05825 But the Prolific would cease to be Prolific unless the 05826 Devourer as a sea recieved the excess of his delights. 05827 Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God 05828 only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men. 05829 These two classes of men are always upon earth, & they should 05830 be enemies; whoever tries 05831 [Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 17] to reconcile them seeks to destroy existence. 05832 Religion is an endeavour to reconcile the two. 05833 Note. Jesus Christ did not wish to unite but to seperate 05834 them, as in the Parable of sheep and goats! & he says I came not 05835 to send Peace but a Sword. 05836 Messiah or Satan or Tempter was formerly thought to be one of 05837 the Antediluvians who are our Energies.

05838 A Memorable Fancy

05839 An Angel came to me and said. O pitiable foolish young man! 05840 O horrible! O dreadful state! consider the hot burning dungeon 05841 thou art preparing for thyself to all eternity, to which thou art 05842 going in such career. 05843 I said. perhaps you will be willing to shew me my eternal 05844 lot & we will contemplate together upon it and see whether your 05845 lot or mine is most desirable 05846 So he took me thro' a stable & thro' a church & down into 05847 the church vault at the end of which was a mill: thro' the mill 05848 we went, and came to a cave. down the winding cavern we groped 05849 our tedious way till a void boundless as a nether sky appeard 05850 beneath us & we held by the roots of trees and hung over this 05851 immensity; but I said, if you please we will commit ourselves 05852 to this void and see whether providence is here also, if you 05853 will not I will? but he answerd. do not presume O young-man but 05854 as we here remain behold thy lot which will soon appear when the 05855 darkness passes away 05856 So I remaind with him sitting in the twisted [Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 18] root of 05857 an oak. he was suspended in a fungus which hung with the head 05858 downward into the deep: 05859 By degrees we beheld the infinite Abyss, fiery as the smoke 05860 of a burning city; beneath us at an immense distance was the sun, 05861 black but shining[;] round it were fiery tracks on which revolv'd 05862 vast spiders, crawling after their prey; which flew or rather 05863 swum in the infinite deep, in the most terrific shapes of animals 05864 sprung from corruption. & the air was full of them, & seemd 05865 composed of them; these are Devils. and are called Powers of the 05866 air, I now asked my companion which was my eternal lot? he said, 05867 between the black & white spiders 05868 But now, from between the black & white spiders a cloud and 05869 fire burst and rolled thro the deep blackning all beneath, so 05870 that the nether deep grew black as a sea & rolled with a terrible 05871 noise: beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, 05872 till looking east between the clouds & the waves, we saw a 05873 cataract of blood mixed with fire and not many stones throw from 05874 us appeard and sunk again the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent. 05875 at last to the east, distant about three degrees appeard a fiery 05876 crest above the waves slowly it reared like a ridge of golden 05877 rocks till we discoverd two globes of crimson fire. from which 05878 the sea fled away in clouds of smoke, and now we saw, it was the 05879 head of Leviathan. his forehead was divided into streaks of green 05880 & purple like those on a tygers forehead: soon we saw his mouth & 05881 red gills hang just above the raging foam tinging the black deep 05882 with beams of bood, advancing toward [Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 19] us with all the 05883 fury of a spiritual existence. 05884 My friend the Angel climb'd up from his station into the mill; 05885 I remain'd alone, & then this appearance was no more, but I found

05886 myself sitting on a pleasant bank beside a river by moon light 05887 hearing a harper who sung to the harp. & his theme was, The man 05888 who never alters his opinion is like standing water, & breeds 05889 reptiles of the mind. 05890 But I arose, and sought for the mill, & there I found my 05891 Angel, who surprised asked me, how I escaped? 05892 I answerd. All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics: for 05893 when you ran away, I found myself on a bank by moonlight hearing 05894 a harper, But now we have seen my eternal lot, shall I shew you 05895 yours? he laughd at my proposal: but I by force suddenly caught 05896 him in my arms, & flew westerly thro' the night, till we were 05897 elevated above the earths shadow: then I flung myself with him 05898 directly into the body of the sun, here I clothed myself in 05899 white, & taking in my hand Swedenborgs volumes sunk from the 05900 glorious clime, and passed all the planets till we came to 05901 saturn, here I staid to rest & then leap'd into the void, between 05902 saturn & the fixed stars. 05903 Here said I! is your lot, in this space, if space it may be 05904 calld, Soon we saw the stable and the church, & I took him to the 05905 altar and open'd the Bible, and lo! it was a deep pit, into which 05906 I descended driving the Angel before me, soon we saw seven houses 05907 of brick, one we enterd; in it were a 05908 [Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 20] number of monkeys, 05909 baboons, & all of that species chaind by the middle, grinning and 05910 snatching at one another, but witheld by the shortness of their 05911 chains: however I saw that they sometimes grew numerous, and then 05912 the weak were caught by the strong and with a grinning aspect, 05913 first coupled with & then devourd, by plucking off first one limb 05914 and then another till the body was left a helpless trunk. this 05915 after grinning & kissing it with seeming fondness they devourd 05916 too; and here & there I saw one savourily picking the flesh off 05917 of his own tail; as the stench terribly annoyd us both we went 05918 into the mill, & I in my hand brought the skeleton of a body, 05919 which in the mill was Aristotles Analytics. 05920 So the Angel said: thy phantasy has imposed upon me & thou 05921 oughtest to be ashamed. 05922 I answerd: we impose on one another, & it is but lost time 05923 to converse with you whose works are only Analytics.

05924 Opposition is true Friendship. <t150>

05925 I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of 05926 themselves as the only wise; this they do with a confident 05927 insolence sprouting from systematic reasoning: 05928 Thus Swedenborg boasts that what he writes is new; tho' it 05929 is only the Contents or Index of already publish'd books 05930 A man carried a monkey about for a shew, & because he was a 05931 little wiser than the monkey, grew vain, and conciev'd himself as much

05932 wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg; he shews the 05933 folly of churches & exposes hypocrites, till he imagines that all 05934 are religious. & himself the single 05935 [Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 22] one on earth that ever broke a net. 05936 Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new 05937 truth: Now hear another: he has written all the old falshoods. 05938 And now hear the reason. He conversed with Angels who are 05939 all religious, & conversed not with Devils who all hate religion, 05940 for he was incapable thro' his conceited notions. 05941 Thus Swedenborgs writings are a recapitulation of all 05942 superficial opinions, and an analysis of the more sublime, but no further. 05943 Have now another plain fact: Any man of mechanical talents 05944 may from the writings of Paracelsus or Jacob Behmen, produce ten 05945 thousand volumes of equal value with Swedenborg's. 05946 and from those of Dante or Shakespear, an infinite number. 05947 But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows 05948 better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

05949 A Memorable Fancy

05950 Once I saw a Devil in a flame of fire. who arose before an 05951 Angel that sat on a cloud. and the Devil utterd these words. 05952 The worship of God is. Honouring his gifts in other men 05953 each according to his genius. and loving the 05954 [Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 23]greatest men 05955 best, those who envy or calumniate great men hate God, for there 05956 is no other God. 05957 The Angel hearing this became almost blue but mastering 05958 himself he grew yellow, & at last white pink & smiling, and then replied, 05959 Thou Idolater, is not God One? & is not he visible in Jesus 05960 Christ? and has not Jesus Christ given his sanction to the law of 05961 ten commandments and are not all other men fools, sinners, & nothings? 05962 The Devil answer'd; bray a fool in a morter with wheat. yet 05963 shall not his folly be beaten out of him: if Jesus Christ is the 05964 greatest man, you ought to love him in the greatest degree; now 05965 hear how he has given his sanction to the law of ten 05966 commandments: did he not mock at the sabbath, and so mock the 05967 sabbaths God? murder those who were murderd because of him? turn 05968 away the law from the woman taken in adultery? steal the labor of 05969 others to support him? bear false witness when he omitted making 05970 a defence before Pilate? covet when he pray'd for his disciples, 05971 and when he bid them shake off the dust of their feet against 05972 such as refused to lodge them? I tell you, no virtue can exist 05973 without breaking these ten commandments: Jesus was all virtue, 05974 and acted from im[Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 24]pulse: not from rules. 05975 When he had so spoken: I beheld the Angel who stretched out 05976 his arms embracing the flame of fire & he was consumed and arose 05977 as Elijah.

05978 Note. This Angel, who is now become a Devil, is my 05979 particular friend: we often read the Bible together in its 05980 infernal or diabolical sense which the world shall have if they 05981 behave well 05982 I have also: The Bible of Hell: which the world shall have 05983 whether they will or no.

05984 One Law for the Lion & Ox is Oppression

05985 A Song of Liberty

05986 1. The Eternal Female groand! it was heard over all the Earth: 05987 2. Albions coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint! 05988 3 Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers 05989 and mutter across the ocean! France rend down thy dungeon; 05990 4. Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome; 05991 5. Cast thy keys O Rome into the deep down falling, even to 05992 eternity down falling, 05993 6. And weep! <t151> 05994 7. In her trembling hands she took the new, born terror howling; 05995 8. On those infinite mountains of light now barr'd out by the 05996 atlantic sea, the new born fire stood before the starry king! 05997 9. Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages the 05998 jealous wings wav'd over the deep. 05999 10. The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield, 06000 forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and 06001 [Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 26] hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night. 06002 11. The fire, the fire, is falling! 06003 12. Look up! look up! O citizen of London. enlarge thy 06004 countenance; O Jew, leave counting gold! return to thy oil and 06005 wine; O African! black African! (go. winged thought widen his forehead.) 06006 13. The fiery limbs, the flaming hair,shot like the sinking sun 06007 into the western sea. 06008 14. Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary, element roaring fled away: 06009 15. Down rushd beating his wings in vain the jealous king: his 06010 grey brow'd councellors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, 06011 among helms, and shields, and chariots horses, elephants: 06012 banners, castles, slings and rocks, 06013 16. Falling, rushing, ruining! buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens. 06014 17. All night beneath the ruins, then their sullen flames faded 06015 emerge round the gloomy king, 06016 18. With thunder and fire: leading his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness 06017 [Marriage of Heaven and Hell PL 27] he promulgates his ten commands, 06018 glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay,

06019 19. Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the 06020 morning plumes her golden breast, 06021 20. Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony 06022 law to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying

06023 Empire is no more! and now the lion & wolf shall cease.

06024 Chorus

06025 Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in deadly 06026 black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted 06027 brethren whom, tyrant, he calls free; lay the bound or build the 06028 roof. Nor pale religious letchery call that virginity, that 06029 wishes but acts not! 06030 For every thing that lives is Holy

06031 Mr Blakes Compts to Mr Reveley tho full of work [as Mr R said 06032 he should be by then [tho] the plates were put in hand] he 06033 is glad to embrace the offer of engraving such beautiful things. 06034 & will do what he can by the end of January

06035 WB inv 1780 <t1501> 06036 Albion rose from where he labourd at the Mill with Slaves 06037 Giving himself for the Nations he danc'd the dance of 06038 Eternal Death

06039 Never pain to tell thy Love <t1099> 06040 Love that never told can be 06041 For the gentle wind does move 06042 Silently invisibly 06043 I told my love I told my love 06044 I told her all my heart 06045 Trembling cold in ghastly fears 06046 Ah she doth depart

06047 Soon as she was gone from me 06048 A traveller came by 06049 Silently invisibly 06050 O was no deny <t1100>

06051 I feard the fury of my wind <t1101> 06052 Would blight all blossoms fair & true 06053 And my sun it shind & shind 06054 And my wind it never blew <t1102>

06055 But a blossom fair or true 06056 Was not found on any tree 06057 For all blossoms grew & grew 06058 Fruitless false tho fair to see

06059 I saw a chapel all of gold 06060 That none did dare to enter in 06061 And many weeping stood without 06062 Weeping mourning worshipping

06063 I saw a serpent rise between 06064 The white pillars of the door 06065 And he forcd & forcd & forcd 06066 Down the golden hinges tore <t1103>

06067 And along the pavement sweet 06068 Set with pearls & rubies bright 06069 All his slimy length he drew 06070 Till upon the altar white

06071 Vomiting his poison out 06072 On the bread & on the wine

06073 So I turnd into a sty 06074 And laid me down among the swine

06075 I laid me down upon a bank 06076 Where love lay sleeping 06077 I heard among the rushes dank 06078 Weeping Weeping

06079 Then I went to the heath & the wild 06080 To the thistles & thorns of the waste 06081 And they told me how they were beguild 06082 Driven out & compeld to be chaste

06083 A cradle song <t1104>

06084 Sleep Sleep beauty bright 06085 Dreaming oer the joys of night <t1105> 06086 Sleep Sleep: in thy sleep 06087 Little sorrows sit & weep <t1106>

06088 Sweet Babe in thy face <t1107> 06089 Soft desires I can trace 06090 Secret joys & secret smiles 06091 Little pretty infant wiles <t1108>

06092 As thy softest limbs I feel <t1109> 06093 Smiles as of the morning steal <t1110> 06094 Oer thy cheek & oer thy breast 06095 Where thy little heart does rest

06096 O the cunning wiles that creep 06097 In thy little heart asleep 06098 When thy little heart does wake 06099 Then the dreadful lightnings break

06100 From thy cheek & from thy eye <t1111> 06101 Oer the youthful harvests nigh 06102 Infant wiles & infant smiles <t1112> 06103 Heaven & Earth of peace beguiles

06104 I askéd a thief to steal me a peach <t1113> 06105 He turned up his eyes <t1114> 06106 I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her down 06107 Holy & meek she cries-- <t1115>

06108 As soon as I went 06109 An angel came.

06110 He wink'd at the thief <t1116> 06111 And smild at the dame--<t1117>

06112 And without one word said <t1118> 06113 Had a peach from the tree 06114 And still as a maid<t1119> 06115 Enjoy'd the lady. <t1120>

06116 To my Mirtle <t1121>

06117 To a lovely mirtle bound 06118 Blossoms showring all around 06119 O how sick & weary I 06120 Underneath my mirtle lie 06121 Why should I be bound to thee 06122 O my lovely mirtle tree

06123 [To go] on I Plate <t1122>

06124 lapwing thou fliest around the heath 06125 Nor seest the net that is spread beneath 06126 Why dost thou not fly among the corn fields 06127 They cannot spread nets where a harvest yields

06128 An answer to the parson

06129 Why of the sheep do you not learn peace 06130 Because I dont want you to shear my fleece

06131 Thou hast a lap full of seed 06132 And this is a fine country 06133 Why dost thou not cast thy seed 06134 And live in it merrily

06135 Shall I cast it on the sand <t1123> 06136 And turn it into fruitful land <t1124> 06137 For on no other ground <t1125> 06138 Can I sow my seed

06139 Without tearing up <t1126> 06140 Some stinking weed 06141 Riches

06142 The countless gold of a merry heart <t1127> 06143 The rubies & pearls of a loving eye 06144 The indolent never can bring to the mart <t1128> 06145 Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury <t1129>

06146 If you trap the moment before its ripe <t1130> 06147 The tears of repentance youll certainly wipe 06148 But if once you let the ripe moment go 06149 You can never wipe off the tears of woe <t1131>

06150 Eternity

06151 He who binds to himself a joy <t1132> 06152 Does the winged life destroy 06153 But he who kisses the joy as it flies <t1133> 06154 Lives in eternity's sun rise <t1134>

06155 I heard an Angel singing 06156 When the day was springing 06157 Mercy Pity Peace <t1136> 06158 Is the worlds release

06159 Thus he sung all day 06160 Over the new mown hay 06161 Till the sun went down 06162 And haycocks looked brown

06163 I heard a Devil curse 06164 Over the heath & the furze 06165 Mercy could be no more 06166 If there was nobody poor

06167 And pity no more could be 06168 If all were as happy as we 06169 At his curse the sun went down <t1137> 06170 And the heavens gave a frown

06171 Down pourd the heavy rain <t1138> 06172 Over the new reapd grain 06173 And Miseries increase <t1139> 06174 Is Mercy Pity Peace

06175 Silent Silent Night 06176 Quench the holy light 06177 Of thy torches bright

06178 For possessd of Day 06179 Thousand spirits stray 06180 That sweet joys betray

06181 Why should joys be sweet 06182 Used with deceit 06183 Nor with sorrows meet

06184 But an honest joy 06185 Does itself destroy 06186 For a harlot coy

06187 To Nobodaddy <t1140>

06188 Why art thou silent & invisible 06189 Father of jealousy <t1141> 06190 Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds 06191 From every searching Eye

06192 Why darkness & obscurity 06193 In all thy words & laws 06194 That none dare eat the fruit but from 06195 The wily serpents jaws 06196 Or is it because Secresy <t1142> 06197 gains females loud applause <t1143>

06198 Are not the joys of morning sweeter 06199 Than the joys of night 06200 And are the vigrous joys of youth 06201 Ashamed of the light

06202 Let age & sickness silent rob 06203 The vineyards in the night

06204 But those who burn with vigrous youth 06205 Pluck fruits before the light

06206 How came pride in Man 06207 From Mary it began 06208 How Contempt & Scorn

06209 What a world is Man 06210 His Earth

06211 Love to faults is always blind 06212 Always is to joy inclind 06213 Lawless wingd & unconfind <t1146> 06214 And breaks all chains from every mind

06215 Deceit to secresy confind <t1147> 06216 Lawful cautious & refind <t1148> 06217 To every thing but interest blind <t1149> 06218 And forges fetters for the mind <t1150>

06219 The wild flowers song <t1151>

06220 As I wanderd the forest 06221 The green leaves among 06222 I heard a wild flower <t1152> 06223 Singing a Song

06224 I slept in the earth <t1153> 06225 In the silent night 06226 I murmurd my fears 06227 And I felt delight

06228 In the morning I went 06229 As rosy as morn 06230 To seek for new Joy 06231 But I met with scorn

06232 Soft Snow <t1154>

06233 I walked abroad in a snowy day 06234 I askd the soft snow with me to play 06235 She playd & she melted in all her prime 06236 And the winter calld it a dreadful crime <t1155> 06237 Merlins prophecy

06238 The harvest shall flourish in wintry Weather 06239 When two virginities meet together

06240 The King & the Priest must be tied in a tether 06241 Before two virgins can meet together

06242 Why should I care for the men of thames 06243 Or the cheating waves of charterd streams 06244 Or shrink at the little blasts of fear 06245 That the hireling blows into my ear

06246 Tho born on the cheating banks of Thames 06247 Tho his waters bathed my infant limbs 06248 The Ohio shall wash his stains from me <t1157> 06249 I was born a slave but I go to be free <t1158>

06250 Day <t1159>

06251 The Sun arises in the East <t1160> 06252 Clothd in robes of blood & gold 06253 Swords & spears & wrath increast 06254 All around his bosom rolld <t1161> 06255 Crownd with warlike fires & raging desires

06256 The sword sung on the barren heath 06257 The sickle in the fruitful field 06258 The sword he sung a song of death 06259 But could not make the sickle yield

06260 Abstinence sows sand all over 06261 The ruddy limbs & flaming hair <t1162> 06262 But Desire Gratified 06263 Plants fruits of life & beauty there

06264 In a wife I would desire 06265 What in whores is always found 06266 The lineaments of Gratified desire

06267 Lacedemonian Instruction

06268 Come hither my boy tell me what thou seest there 06269 A fool tangled in a religious snare

06270 An old maid early eer I knew 06271 Ought but the love that on me grew 06272 And now Im coverd oer & oer 06273 And wish that I had been a Whore

06274 O I cannot cannot find 06275 The undaunted courage of a Virgin Mind 06276 For Early I in love was crost 06277 Before my flower of love was lost

06278 Several Questions Answerd <t1164>

06279 He who binds to himself a joy 06280 Doth the winged life destroy 06281 But he who kisses the joy as it flies 06282 Lives in Eternitys sun rise 06283 The look of love alarms 06284 Because tis filld with fire 06285 But the look of soft deceit 06286 Shall Win the lovers hire 06287 Soft deceit & Idleness 06288 These are Beautys sweetest dress <t1165> 06289 What is it men in women do require <t1166> 06290 The lineaments of Gratified Desire

06291 What is it women do in men require <t1167> 06292 The lineaments of Gratified Desire

06293 An ancient Proverb

06294 Remove away that blackning church 06295 Remove away that marriage hearse 06296 Remove away that ------ of blood <t1168> 06297 Youll quite remove the ancient curse <t1169>

06298 The Phoenix to Mrs Butts <t1416>

06299 I saw a Bird rise from the East 06300 As a Bird rises from its Nest 06301 With sweetest Songs I ever heard 06302 It sang I am Mrs Butts's Bird 06303 And then I saw a Fairy gay 06304 That with this beauteous Bird would play 06305 From a golden cloud she came 06306 She calld the sweet Bird by its name 06307 She call'd it Phoenix! Heavens Dove! 06308 She call'd it all the names of Love 06309 But the Bird flew fast away 06310 Where little Children sport & play 06311 And they strok'd it with their hands 06312 All their cooe's it understands 06313 The Fairy to my bosom flew 06314 Weeping tears of morning dew 06315 I said: Thou foolish whimpring thing 06316 Is not that thy Fairy Ring 06317 Where those Children sport & play 06318 In Fairy fancies light & gay 06319 Seem a Child & be a Child 06320 And the Phoenix is beguild 06321 But if thou seem'st a Fairy thing 06322 Then it flies on glancing Wing 06323 WILLIAM BLAKE

06324 The Fairy <t1170>

06325 Come hither my sparrows 06326 My little arrows 06327 If a tear or a smile 06328 Will a man beguile 06329 If an amorous delay 06330 Clouds a sunshiny day 06331 If the step of a foot <t1171> 06332 Smites the heart to its root 06333 Tis the marriage ring 06334 Makes each fairy a king

06335 So a fairy sung 06336 From the leaves I sprung 06337 He leapd from the spray 06338 To flee away 06339 But in my hat caught <t1172> 06340 He soon shall be taught 06341 Let him laugh let him cry 06342 Hes my butterfly <t1173> 06343 For I've pulld out the Sting 06344 Of the marriage ring

06345 The Kid

06346 Thou little Kid didst play 06347 &c <t1174>

06348 Motto to the Songs of Innocence & of Experience

06349 The Good are attracted by Mens perceptions 06350 And Think not for themselves 06351 Till Experience teaches them to catch 06352 And to cage the Fairies & Elves

06353 And then the Knave begins to snarl 06354 And the Hypocrite to howl 06355 And all his good Friends shew their private ends 06356 And the Eagle is known from the Owl

06357 Let the Brothels of Paris be opened 06358 With many an alluring dance 06359 To awake the Physicians thro the city <t1265> 06360 Said the beautiful Queen of France

06361 Then old Nobodaddy aloft 06362 Farted & belchd & coughd 06363 And said I love hanging & drawing & quartering 06364 Every bit as well as war & slaughtering <t1266>

06365 Then he swore a great & solemn Oath <t1267> 06366 To kill the people I am loth 06367 But If they rebel they must go to hell 06368 They shall have a Priest & a passing bell

06369 The King awoke on his couch of gold 06370 As soon as he heard these tidings told 06371 Arise & come both fife & drum 06372 And the [Famine] shall eat both crust & crumb <t1268>

06373 The Queen of France just touchd this Globe 06374 And the Pestilence darted from her robe <t1269> 06375 But our good Queen quite grows to the ground 06376 And a great many suckers grow all around <t1270>

06377 Who will exchange his own fire side 06378 For the stone of anothers door <t1272> 06379 Who will exchange his wheaten loaf 06380 For the links of a dungeon floor

06381 Fayette beheld the King & Queen 06382 In curses & iron bound <t1273> 06383 But mute Fayette wept tear for tear 06384 And guarded them around

06385 O who would smile on the wintry seas 06386 & Pity the stormy roar <t1274> 06387 Or who will exchange his new born child 06388 For the dog at the wintry door

06389 When Klopstock England defied 06390 Uprose terrible Blake in his pride 06391 For old Nobodaddy aloft 06392 Farted & Belchd & coughd 06393 Then swore a great oath that made heavn quake 06394 And calld aloud to English Blake 06395 Blake was giving his body ease 06396 At Lambeth beneath the poplar trees 06397 From his seat then started he 06398 And turnd himself round three times three <t1276> 06399 The Moon at that sight blushd scarlet red 06400 The stars threw down their cups & fled 06401 And all the devils that were in hell <t1277> 06402 Answered with a ninefold yell 06403 Klopstock felt the intripled turn <t1278> 06404 And all his bowels began to churn <t1279> 06405 And his bowels turned round three times three <t1280> 06406 And lockd in his soul with a ninefold key 06407 That from his body it neer could be parted 06408 Till to the last trumpet it was farted 06409 Then again old nobodaddy swore

06410 He neer had seen such a thing before 06411 Since Noah was shut in the ark 06412 Since Eve first chose her hell fire spark 06413 Since twas the fashion to go naked 06414 Since the old anything was created 06415 And in pity he begd him to turn again 06416 And ease poor Klopstocks nine fold pain 06417 From pity then he redend round <t1281> 06418 And the ninefold Spell unwound <t1282> 06419 If Blake could do this when he rose up from shite <t1283> 06420 What might he not do if he sat down to write

06421 I say I shant live five years 06422 And if I live one it will be a 06423 Wonder June 1793

06424 A fairy skipd upon my knee <t1216> 06425 Singing & dancing merrily 06426 I said Thou thing of patches rings 06427 Pins Necklaces & such like things 06428 Disguiser of the Female Form 06429 Thou paltry gilded poisnous worm 06430 Weeping he fell upon my thigh

06431 And thus in tears did soft reply 06432 Knowest thou not O Fairies Lord 06433 How much by us Contemnd Abhorrd 06434 Whatever hides the Female form 06435 That cannot bear the Mental storm 06436 Therefore in Pity still we give 06437 Our lives to make the Female live 06438 And what would turn into disease 06439 We turn to what will joy & please

06440 <t1507> 06441 How I pity (204)

06442 *

06443 Father & Mother I return 06444 From flames of fire tried & pure & white (202*v)

06445 The Bible of Hell 06446 in Nocturnal Visions collected 06447 Vol. 1. Lambeth (221*v)

06448 For Children 06449 The / Gates / of / HELL (205*r)

06450 Frontispiece 06451 It is Deep Midnight (205*v)

06452 Visions of Eternity

06453 The 06454 AMERICAN 06455 WAR 06456 Angels to be very small as small as the letters that they may not 06457 interfere with the subject at bottom which is to be in a stormy 06458 sky & rain seperated from the angels by Clouds (223A*r)

06459 VOLUME 06460 The dead ardours Perry 06461 W.B. (232*r)

06462 VISIONS of the Daughters of Albion <t152>

06463 The Eye sees more than the Heart knows.

06464 Printed by Will:m Blake: 1793.

06465 The Argument

06466 I loved Theotormon 06467 And I was not ashamed 06468 I trembled in my virgin fears 06469 And I hid in Leutha's vale!

06470 I plucked Leutha's flower, 06471 And I rose up from the vale; 06472 But the terrible thunders tore 06473 My virgin mantle in twain.

06474 Visions

06475 ENSLAV'D, the Daughters of Albion weep: a trembling lamentation 06476 Upon their mountains; in their valleys. sighs toward America.

06477 For the soft soul of America, Oothoon wanderd in woe, 06478 Along the vales of Leutha seeking flowers to comfort her; 06479 And thus she spoke to the bright Marygold of Leutha's vale

06480 Art thou a flower! art thou a nymph! I see thee now a flower; 06481 Now a nymph! I dare not pluck thee from thy dewy bed!

06482 The Golden nymph replied; pluck thou my flower Oothoon the mild 06483 Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight 06484 Can never pass away. she ceas'd & closd her golden shrine.

06485 Then Oothoon pluck'd the flower saying, I pluck thee from thy bed 06486 Sweet flower. and put thee here to glow between my breasts 06487 And thus I turn my face to where my whole soul seeks.

06488 Over the waves she went in wing'd exulting swift delight; 06489 And over Theotormons reign, took her impetuous course.

06490 Bromion rent her with his thunders. on his stormy bed 06491 Lay the faint maid, and soon her woes appalld his thunders hoarse

06492 Bromion spoke. behold this harlot here on Bromions bed, 06493 And let the jealous dolphins sport around the lovely maid; 06494 Thy soft American plains are mine, and mine thy north & south: 06495 Stampt with my signet are the swarthy children of the sun: 06496 They are obedient, they resist not, they obey the scourge: 06497 Their daughters worship terrors and obey the violent:

06498 Now thou maist marry Bromions harlot, and protect the child 06499 Of Bromions rage, that Oothoon shall put forth in nine moons time

06500 Then storms rent Theotormons limbs; he rolld his waves around. 06501 And folded his black jealous waters round the adulterate pair 06502 Bound back to back in Bromions caves terror & meekness dwell

06503 At entrance Theotormon sits wearing the threshold hard 06504 With secret tears; beneath him sound like waves on a desart shore 06505 The voice of slaves beneath the sun, and children bought with money. 06506 That shiver in religious caves beneath the burning fires 06507 Of lust, that belch incessant from the summits of the earth

06508 Oothoon weeps not: she cannot weep! her tears are locked up; 06509 But she can howl incessant writhing her soft snowy limbs. 06510 And calling Theotormons Eagles to prey upon her flesh.

06511 I call with holy voice! kings of the sounding air, 06512 Rend away this defiled bosom that I may reflect. 06513 The image of Theotormon on my pure transparent breast.

06514 The Eagles at her call descend & rend their bleeding prey; 06515 Theotormon severely smiles. her soul reflects the smile; 06516 As the clear spring mudded with feet of beasts grows pure & smiles.

06517 The Daughters of Albion hear her woes. & eccho back her sighs.

06518 Why does my Theotormon sit weeping upon the threshold; 06519 And Oothoon hovers by his side, perswading him in vain: 06520 I cry arise O Theotormon for the village dog 06521 Barks at the breaking day. the nightingale has done lamenting. 06522 The lark does rustle in the ripe corn, and the Eagle returns 06523 From nightly prey, and lifts his golden beak to the pure east; 06524 Shaking the dust from his immortal pinions to awake 06525 The sun that sleeps too long. Arise my Theotormon I am pure. 06526 Because the night is gone that clos'd me in its deadly black. 06527 They told me that the night & day were all that I could see; 06528 They told me that I had five senses to inclose me up. 06529 And they inclos'd my infinite brain into a narrow circle, 06530 And sunk my heart into the Abyss, a red round globe hot burning 06531 Till all from life I was obliterated and erased. 06532 Instead of morn arises a bright shadow, like an eye 06533 In the eastern cloud: instead of night a sickly charnel house; 06534 That Theotormon hears me not! to him the night and morn 06535 Are both alike: a night of sighs, a morning of fresh tears;

06536 And none but Bromion can hear my lamentations.

06537 With what sense is it that the chicken shuns the ravenous hawk? 06538 With what sense does the tame pigeon measure out the expanse? 06539 With what sense does the bee form cells? have not the mouse & frog 06540 Eyes and ears and sense of touch? yet are their habitations. 06541 And their pursuits, as different as their forms and as their joys: 06542 Ask the wild ass why he refuses burdens: and the meek camel 06543 Why he loves man: is it because of eye ear mouth or skin 06544 Or breathing nostrils? No. for these the wolf and tyger have. 06545 Ask the blind worm the secrets of the grave, and why her spires 06546 Love to curl round the bones of death; and ask the rav'nous snake 06547 Where she gets poison: & the wing'd eagle why he loves the sun 06548 And then tell me the thoughts of man, that have been hid of old.

06549 Silent I hover all the night, and all day could be silent. 06550 If Theotormon once would turn his loved eyes upon me; 06551 How can I be defild when I reflect thy image pure? 06552 Sweetest the fruit that the worm feeds on. & the soul prey'd on by woe 06553 The new wash'd lamb ting'd with the village smoke & the bright swan 06554 By the red earth of our immortal river: I bathe my wings. 06555 And I am white and pure to hover round Theotormons breast.

06556 Then Theotormon broke his silence. and he answered.

06557 Tell me what is the night or day to one o'erflowd with woe? 06558 Tell me what is a thought? & of what substance is it made? 06559 Tell me what is a joy? & in what gardens do joys grow? 06560 And in what rivers swim the sorrows? and upon what mountains

06561 Wave shadows of discontent? and in what houses dwell the wretched 06562 Drunken with woe forgotten. and shut up from cold despair.

06563 Tell me where dwell the thoughts forgotten till thou call them forth 06564 Tell me where dwell the joys of old! & where the ancient loves? 06565 And when will they renew again & the night of oblivion past? <t153> 06566 That I might traverse times & spaces far remote and bring 06567 Comforts into a present sorrow and a night of pain 06568 Where goest thou O thought? to what remote land is thy flight? 06569 If thou returnest to the present moment of affliction 06570 Wilt thou bring comforts on thy wings. and dews and honey and balm; 06571 Or poison from the desart wilds, from the eyes of the envier.

06572 Then Bromion said: and shook the cavern with his lamentation

06573 Thou knowest that the ancient trees seen by thine eyes have fruit; 06574 But knowest thou that trees and fruits flourish upon the earth 06575 To gratify senses unknown? trees beasts and birds unknown: 06576 Unknown, not unpercievd, spread in the infinite microscope, 06577 In places yet unvisited by the voyager. and in worlds 06578 Over another kind of seas, and in atmospheres unknown: 06579 Ah! are there other wars, beside the wars of sword and fire! 06580 And are there other sorrows, beside the sorrows of poverty! 06581 And are there other joys, beside the joys of riches and ease? 06582 And is there not one law for both the lion and the ox? 06583 And is there not eternal fire, and eternal chains? 06584 To bind the phantoms of existence from eternal life?

06585 Then Oothoon waited silent all the day. and all the night,

06586 But when the morn arose, her lamentation renewd, 06587 The Daughters of Albion hear her woes, & eccho back her sighs.

06588 O Urizen! Creator of men! mistaken Demon of heaven: 06589 Thy joys are tears! thy labour vain, to form men to thine image. 06590 How can one joy absorb another? are not different joys 06591 Holy, eternal, infinite! and each joy is a Love.

06592 Does not the great mouth laugh at a gift? & the narrow eyelids mock 06593 At the labour that is above payment, and wilt thou take the ape 06594 For thy councellor? or the dog, for a schoolmaster to thy children? 06595 Does he who contemns poverty, and he who turns with abhorrence 06596 From usury: feel the same passion or are they moved alike? 06597 How can the giver of gifts experience the delights of the merchant? 06598 How the industrious citizen the pains of the husbandman. 06599 How different far the fat fed hireling with hollow drum; 06600 Who buys whole corn fields into wastes, and sings upon the heath:

06601 How different their eye and ear! how different the world to them! 06602 With what sense does the parson claim the labour of the farmer? 06603 What are his nets & gins & traps. & how does he surround him 06604 With cold floods of abstraction, and with forests of solitude, 06605 To build him castles and high spires. where kings & priests may dwell. 06606 Till she who burns with youth. and knows no fixed lot; is bound 06607 In spells of law to one she loaths: and must she drag the chain 06608 Of life, in weary lust! must chilling murderous thoughts. obscure 06609 The clear heaven of her eternal spring? to bear the wintry rage 06610 Of a harsh terror driv'n to madness, bound to hold a rod 06611 Over her shrinking shoulders all the day; & all the night 06612 To turn the wheel of false desire: and longings that wake her womb 06613 To the abhorred birth of cherubs in the human form 06614 That live a pestilence & die a meteor & are no more. 06615 Till the child dwell with one he hates. and do the deed he loaths 06616 And the impure scourge force his seed into its unripe birth 06617 E'er yet his eyelids can behold the arrows of the day.

06618 Does the whale worship at thy footsteps as the hungry dog? 06619 Or does he scent the mountain prey, because his nostrils wide 06620 Draw in the ocean? does his eye discern the flying cloud 06621 As the ravens eye? or does he measure the expanse like the vulture? 06622 Does the still spider view the cliffs where eagles hide their young? 06623 Or does the fly rejoice. because the harvest is brought in? 06624 Does not the eagle scorn the earth & despise the treasures beneath? 06625 But the mole knoweth what is there, & the worm shall tell it thee. 06626 Does not the worm erect a pillar in the mouldering church yard?

06627 And a palace of eternity in the jaws of the hungry grave 06628 Over his porch these words are written. Take thy bliss O Man! 06629 And sweet shall be thy taste & sweet thy infant joys renew!

06630 Infancy, fearless, lustful, happy! nestling for delight 06631 In laps of pleasure; Innocence! honest, open, seeking 06632 The vigorous joys of morning light; open to virgin bliss. 06633 Who taught thee modesty, subtil modesty! child of night & sleep 06634 When thou awakest, wilt thou dissemble all thy secret joys 06635 Or wert thou not awake when all this mystery was disclos'd! 06636 Then com'st thou forth a modest virgin knowing to dissemble 06637 With nets found under thy night pillow, to catch virgin joy, 06638 And brand it with the name of whore; & sell it in the night, 06639 In silence. ev'n without a whisper, and in seeming sleep: 06640 Religious dreams and holy vespers, light thy smoky fires: 06641 Once were thy fires lighted by the eyes of honest morn 06642 And does my Theotormon seek this hypocrite modesty! 06643 This knowing, artful, secret, fearful, cautious, trembling hypocrite.

06644 Then is Oothoon a whore indeed! and all the virgin joys 06645 Of life are harlots: and Theotormon is a sick mans dream 06646 And Oothoon is the crafty slave of selfish holiness.

06647 But Oothoon is not so, a virgin fill'd with virgin fancies 06648 Open to joy and to delight where ever beauty appears 06649 If in the morning sun I find it: there my eyes are fix'd

06650 In happy copulation; if in evening mild. wearied with work; 06651 Sit on a bank and draw the pleasures of this free born joy.

06652 The moment of desire! the moment of desire! The virgin 06653 That pines for man; shall awaken her womb to enormous joys 06654 In the secret shadows of her chamber; the youth shut up from 06655 The lustful joy. shall forget to generate. & create an amorous image 06656 In the shadows of his curtains and in the folds of his silent pillow. 06657 Are not these the places of religion? the rewards of continence? 06658 The self enjoyings of self denial? Why dost thou seek religion? 06659 Is it because acts are not lovely, that thou seekest solitude, 06660 Where the horrible darkness is impressed with reflections of desire.

06661 Father of jealousy. be thou accursed from the earth! 06662 Why hast thou taught my Theotormon this accursed thing? 06663 Till beauty fades from off my shoulders darken'd and cast out, 06664 A solitary shadow wailing on the margin of non-entity.

06665 I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind! 06666 Can that be Love, that drinks another as a sponge drinks water? 06667 That clouds with jealousy his nights, with weepings all the day: 06668 To spin a web of age around him. grey and hoary! dark! 06669 Till his eyes sicken at the fruit that hangs before his sight. 06670 Such is self-love that envies all! a creeping skeleton 06671 With lamplike eyes watching around the frozen marriage bed.

06672 But silken nets and traps of adamant will Oothoon spread, 06673 And catch for thee girls of mild silver, or of furious gold; 06674 I'll lie beside thee on a bank & view their wanton play 06675 In lovely copulation bliss on bliss with Theotormon: 06676 Red as the rosy morning, lustful as the firstborn beam, 06677 Oothoon shall view his dear delight, nor e'er with jealous cloud 06678 Come in the heaven of generous love; nor selfish blightings bring. 06679 Does the sun walk in glorious raiment. on the secret floor

06680 Where the cold miser spreads his gold? or does the bright cloud drop 06681 On his stone threshold? does his eye behold the beam that brings 06682 Expansion to the eye of pity? or will he bind himself 06683 Beside the ox to thy hard furrow? does not that mild beam blot

06684 The bat, the owl, the glowing tyger, and the king of night. 06685 The sea fowl takes the wintry blast. for a cov'ring to her limbs: 06686 And the wild snake, the pestilence to adorn him with gems & gold. 06687 And trees. & birds. & beasts. & men. behold their eternal joy. 06688 Arise you little glancing wings, and sing your infant joy! 06689 Arise and drink your bliss, for every thing that lives is holy!

06690 Thus every morning wails Oothoon. but Theotormon sits 06691 Upon the margind ocean conversing with shadows dire.

06692 The Daughters of Albion hear her woes, & eccho back her sighs.

06693 The End

06694 Our End is come 06695 Publishd June 5: 1793 by W Blake Lambeth 06696 When the senses are shaken <t1502> 06697 And the Soul is driven to madness. Page 56

06698 AMERICA a PROPHECY <t154>


06700 Printed by William Blake in the year 1793.

06701 PRELUDIUM <t155>

06702 The shadowy daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc. 06703 When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode; 06704 His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron; 06705 Crown'd with a helmet & dark hair the nameless female stood; 06706 A quiver with its burning stores, a bow like that of night, 06707 When pestilence is shot from heaven; no other arms she need: 06708 Invulnerable tho' naked, save where clouds roll round her loins, 06709 Their awful folds in the dark air; ilent she stood as night; 06710 For never from her iron tongue could voice or sound arise; 06711 But dumb till that dread day when Orc assay'd his fierce embrace.

06712 Dark virgin; said the hairy youth, thy father stern abhorr'd; 06713 Rivets my tenfold chains while still on high my spirit soars; 06714 Sometimes an eagle screaming in the sky, sometimes a lion, 06715 Stalking upon the mountains, & sometimes a whale I lash 06716 The raging fathomless abyss, anon a serpent folding

06717 Around the pillars of Urthona, and round thy dark limbs, 06718 On the Canadian wilds I fold, feeble my spirit folds. 06719 For chaind beneath I rend these caverns; when thou bringest food 06720 I howl my joy! and my red eyes seek to behold thy face 06721 In vain! these clouds roll to & fro, & hide thee from my sight.

06722 Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy, 06723 The hairy shoulders rend the links, free are the wrists of fire; 06724 Round the terrific loins he siez'd the panting struggling womb; 06725 It joy'd: she put aside her clouds & smiled her first-born smile; 06726 As when a black cloud shews its light'nings to the silent deep.

06727 Soon as she saw the terrible boy then burst the virgin cry.

06728 I know thee, I have found thee, & I will not let thee go; 06729 Thou art the image of God who dwells in darkness of Africa; 06730 And thou art fall'n to give me life in regions of dark death. 06731 On my American plains I feel the struggling afflictions 06732 Endur'd by roots that writhe their arms into the nether deep: 06733 I see a serpent in Canada, who courts me to his love; 06734 In Mexico an Eagle, and a Lion in Peru; 06735 I see a Whale in the South-sea, drinking my soul away. 06736 O what limb rending pains I feel. thy fire & my frost 06737 Mingle in howling pains, in furrows by thy lightnings rent; 06738 This is eternal death; and this the torment long foretold.

06739 [The stern Bard ceas'd, asham'd of his own song; enrag'd he swung] <t156> 06740 [His harp aloft sounding, then dash'd its shining frame against] 06741 [A ruin'd pillar in glittring fragments; silent he turn'd away,] 06742 [And wander'd down the vales of Kent in sick & drear lamentings. ]


06744 The Guardian Prince of Albion burns in his nightly tent, 06745 Sullen fires across the Atlantic glow to America's shore: 06746 Piercing the souls of warlike men, who rise in silent night, 06747 Washington, Franklin, Paine & Warren, Gates, Hancock & Green; <t157> 06748 Meet on the coast glowing with blood from Albions fiery Prince.

06749 Washington spoke; Friends of America look over the Atlantic sea; 06750 A bended bow is lifted in heaven, & a heavy iron chain <t158> 06751 Descends link by link from Albions cliffs across the sea to bind 06752 Brothers & sons of America, till our faces pale and yellow; 06753 Heads deprest, voices weak, eyes downcast, hands work-bruis'd, <t159> 06754 Feet bleeding on the sultry sands, and the furrows of the whip <t160> 06755 Descend to generations that in future times forget.----

06756 The strong voice ceas'd; for a terrible blast swept over the heaving sea; 06757 The eastern cloud rent; on his cliffs stood Albions wrathful Prince <t161> 06758 A dragon form clashing his scales at midnight he arose, 06759 And flam'd red meteors round the land of Albion beneath[.] <t162> 06760 His voice, his locks, his awful shoulders, and his glowing eyes,

06761 Appear to the Americans upon the cloudy night.

06762 Solemn heave the Atlantic waves between the gloomy nations, 06763 Swelling, belching from its deeps red clouds & raging Fires! 06764 Albion is sick. America faints! enrag'd the Zenith grew. 06765 As human blood shooting its veins all round the orbed heaven 06766 Red rose the clouds from the Atlantic in vast wheels of blood 06767 And in the red clouds rose a Wonder o'er the Atlantic sea; 06768 Intense! naked! a Human fire fierce glowing, as the wedge 06769 Of iron heated in the furnace; his terrible limbs were fire 06770 With myriads of cloudy terrors banners dark & towers 06771 Surrounded; heat but not light went thro' the murky atmosphere

06772 The King of England looking westward trembles at the vision

06773 Albions Angel stood beside the Stone of night, and saw 06774 The terror like a comet, or more like the planet red 06775 That once inclos'd the terrible wandering comets in its sphere. 06776 Then Mars thou wast our center, & the planets three flew round 06777 Thy crimson disk; so e'er the Sun was rent from thy red sphere; 06778 The Spectre glowd his horrid length staining the temple long 06779 With beams of blood; & thus a voice came forth, and shook the temple

06780 The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations; 06781 The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up; 06782 The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd. 06783 Reviving shake, inspiring move, breathing! awakening! 06784 Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are burst;

06785 Let the slave grinding at the mill, run out into the field: 06786 Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air; 06787 Let the inchained soul shut up in darkness and in sighing, 06788 Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years; 06789 Rise and look out, his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open. 06790 And let his wife and children return from the opressors scourge; 06791 They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream. 06792 Singing. The Sun has left his blackness, & has found a fresher morning 06793 And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night; 06794 For Empire is no more, and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease.

06795 In thunders ends the voice. Then Albions Angel wrathful burnt 06796 Beside the Stone of Night; and like the Eternal Lions howl 06797 In famine & war, reply'd. Art thou not Orc, who serpent-form'd 06798 Stands at the gate of Enitharmon to devour her children; 06799 Blasphemous Demon, Antichrist, hater of Dignities;

06800 Lover of wild rebellion, and transgresser of Gods Law; 06801 Why dost thou come to Angels eyes in this terrific form?

06802 The terror answerd: I am Orc, wreath'd round the accursed tree: 06803 The times are ended; shadows pass the morning gins to break; 06804 The fiery joy, that Urizen perverted to ten commands, 06805 What night he led the starry hosts thro' the wide wilderness: 06806 That stony law I stamp to dust: and scatter religion abroad 06807 To the four winds as a torn book, & none shall gather the leaves; 06808 But they shall rot on desart sands, & consume in bottomless deeps; 06809 To make the desarts blossom, & the deeps shrink to their fountains, 06810 And to renew the fiery joy, and burst the stony roof. 06811 That pale religious letchery, seeking Virginity, 06812 May find it in a harlot, and in coarse-clad honesty 06813 The undefil'd tho' ravish'd in her cradle night and morn: 06814 For every thing that lives is holy, life delights in life; 06815 Because the soul of sweet delight can never be defil'd. 06816 Fires inwrap the earthly globe, yet man is not consumd; 06817 Amidst the lustful fires he walks: his feet become like brass, 06818 His knees and thighs like silver, & his breast and head like gold.

06819 Sound! sound! my loud war-trumpets & alarm my Thirteen Angels! 06820 Loud howls the eternal Wolf! the eternal Lion lashes his tail! 06821 America is darkned; and my punishing Demons terrified 06822 Crouch howling before their caverns deep like skins dry'd in the wind. 06823 They cannot smite the wheat, nor quench the fatness of the earth. 06824 They cannot smite with sorrows, nor subdue the plow and spade. 06825 They cannot wall the city, nor moat round the castle of princes. 06826 They cannot bring the stubbed oak to overgrow the hills. 06827 For terrible men stand on the shores, & in their robes I see 06828 Children take shelter from the lightnings, there stands Washington 06829 And Paine and Warren with their foreheads reard toward the east 06830 But clouds obscure my aged sight. A vision from afar! 06831 Sound! sound! my loud war-trumpets & alarm my thirteen Angels: 06832 Ah vision from afar! Ah rebel form that rent the ancient 06833 Heavens; Eternal Viper self-renew'd, rolling in clouds 06834 I see thee in thick clouds and darkness on America's shore. 06835 Writhing in pangs of abhorred birth; red flames the crest rebellious 06836 And eyes of death; the harlot womb oft opened in vain 06837 Heaves in enormous circles, now the times are return'd upon thee, 06838 Devourer of thy parent, now thy unutterable torment renews. 06839 Sound! sound! my loud war trumpets & alarm my thirteen Angels! 06840 Ah terrible birth! a young one bursting! where is the weeping mouth? 06841 And where the mothers milk? instead those ever-hissing jaws 06842 And parched lips drop with fresh gore; now roll thou in the clouds

06843 Thy mother lays her length outstretch'd upon the shore beneath. 06844 Sound! sound! my loud war-trumpets & alarm my thirteen Angels! 06845 Loud howls the eternal Wolf: the eternal Lion lashes his tail!

06846 Thus wept the Angel voice & as he wept the terrible blasts 06847 Of trumpets, blew a loud alarm across the Atlantic deep. 06848 No trumpets answer; no reply of clarions or of fifes, 06849 Silent the Colonies remain and refuse the loud alarm.

06850 On those vast shady hills between America & Albions shore; 06851 Now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea: call'd Atlantean hills: 06852 Because from their bright summits you may pass to the Golden world 06853 An ancient palace, archetype of mighty Emperies, 06854 Rears its immortal pinnacles, built in the forest of God 06855 By Ariston the king of beauty for his stolen bride,

06856 Here on their magic seats the thirteen Angels sat perturb'd 06857 For clouds from the Atlantic hover o'er the solemn roof.

06858 Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll'd 06859 Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc 06860 And Bostons Angel cried aloud as they flew thro' the dark night.

06861 He cried: Why trembles honesty and like a murderer, 06862 Why seeks he refuge from the frowns of his immortal station! 06863 Must the generous tremble & leave his joy, to the idle: to the pestilence! 06864 That mock him? who commanded this? what God? what Angel! 06865 To keep the gen'rous from experience till the ungenerous 06866 Are unrestraind performers of the energies of nature; 06867 Till pity is become a trade, and generosity a science, 06868 That men get rich by, & the sandy desart is giv'n to the strong 06869 What God is he, writes laws of peace, & clothes him in a tempest 06870 What pitying Angel lusts for tears, and fans himself with sighs 06871 What crawling villain preaches abstinence & wraps himself 06872 In fat of lambs? no more I follow, no more obedience pay.

06873 So cried he, rending off his robe & throwing down his scepter. 06874 In sight of Albions Guardian, and all the thirteen Angels 06875 Rent off their robes to the hungry wind, & threw their golden scepters 06876 Down on the land of America. indignant they descended 06877 Headlong from out their heav'nly heights, descending swift as fires 06878 Over the land; naked & flaming are their lineaments seen 06879 In the deep gloom, by Washington & Paine & Warren they stood 06880 And the flame folded roaring fierce within the pitchy night 06881 Before the Demon red, who burnt towards America, 06882 In black smoke thunders and loud winds rejoicing in its terror

06883 Breaking in smoky wreaths from the wild deep, & gath'ring thick 06884 In flames as of a furnace on the land from North to South

06885 What time the thirteen Governors that England sent convene 06886 In Bernards house; the flames coverd the land, they rouze they cry 06887 Shaking their mental chains they rush in fury to the sea 06888 To quench their anguish; at the feet of Washington down fall'n 06889 They grovel on the sand and writhing lie, while all

06890 The British soldiers thro' the thirteen states sent up a howl 06891 Of anguish: threw their swords & muskets to the earth & ran 06892 From their encampments and dark castles seeking where to hide 06893 From the grim flames; and from the visions of Orc; in sight 06894 Of Albions Angel; who enrag'd his secret clouds open'd 06895 From north to south, and burnt outstretchd on wings of wrath cov'ring 06896 The eastern sky, spreading his awful wings across the heavens; 06897 Beneath him roll'd his num'rous hosts, all Albions Angels camp'd 06898 Darkend the Atlantic mountains & their trumpets shook the valleys 06899 Arm'd with diseases of the earth to cast upon the Abyss, 06900 Their numbers forty millions, must'ring in the eastern sky.

06901 In the flames stood & view'd the armies drawn out in the sky 06902 Washington Franklin Paine & Warren Allen Gates & Lee: 06903 And heard the voice of Albions Angel give the thunderous command: 06904 His plagues obedient to his voice flew forth out of their clouds 06905 Falling upon America, as a storm to cut them off 06906 As a blight cuts the tender corn when it begins to appear. 06907 Dark is the heaven above, & cold & hard the earth beneath; 06908 And as a plague wind fill'd with insects cuts off man & beast; 06909 And as a sea o'erwhelms a land in the day of an earthquake; <t163>

06910 Fury! rage! madness! in a wind swept through America 06911 And the red flames of Orc that folded roaring fierce around 06912 The angry shores, and the fierce rushing of th'inhabitants together: 06913 The citizens of New-York close their books & lock their chests; 06914 The mariners of Boston drop their anchors and unlade; 06915 The scribe of Pensylvania casts his pen upon the earth; 06916 The builder of Virginia throws his hammer down in fear.

06917 Then had America been lost, o'erwhelm'd by the Atlantic, 06918 And Earth had lost another portion of the infinite, 06919 But all rush together in the night in wrath and raging fire 06920 The red fires rag'd! the plagues recoil'd! then rolld they back with fury

06921 On Albions Angels; then the Pestilence began in streaks of red 06922 Across the limbs of Albions Guardian, the spotted plague smote Bristols

06923 And the Leprosy Londons Spirit, sickening all their bands: 06924 The millions sent up a howl of anguish and threw off their hammerd mail, 06925 And cast their swords & spears to earth, & stood a naked multitude. 06926 Albions Guardian writhed in torment on the eastern sky 06927 Pale quivring toward the brain his glimmering eyes, teeth chattering 06928 Howling & shuddering his legs quivering; convuls'd each muscle & sinew 06929 Sick'ning lay Londons Guardian, and the ancient miter'd York 06930 Their heads on snowy hills, their ensigns sick'ning in the sky

06931 The plagues creep on the burning winds driven by flames of Orc, 06932 And by the fierce Americans rushing together in the night 06933 Driven o'er the Guardians of Ireland and Scotland and Wales 06934 They spotted with plagues forsook the frontiers & their banners seard 06935 With fires of hell, deform their ancient heavens with shame & woe. 06936 Hid in his caves the Bard of Albion felt the enormous plagues. 06937 And a cowl of flesh grew o'er his head & scales on his back & ribs; 06938 And rough with black scales all his Angels fright their ancient heavens 06939 The doors of marriage are open, and the Priests in rustling scales 06940 Rush into reptile coverts, hiding from the fires of Orc, 06941 That play around the golden roofsin wreaths of fierce desire, 06942 Leaving the females naked and glowing with the lusts of youth

06943 For the female spirits of the dead pining in bonds of religion; 06944 Run from their fetters reddening, & in long drawn arches sitting: 06945 They feel the nerves of youth renew, and desires of ancient times, 06946 Over their pale limbs as a vine when the tender grape appears

06947 Over the hills, the vales, the cities, rage the red flames fierce; 06948 The Heavens melted from north to south; and Urizen who sat 06949 Above all heavens in thunders wrap'd, emerg'd his leprous head 06950 From out his holy shrine, his tears in deluge piteous 06951 Falling into the deep sublime! flag'd with grey-brow'd snows 06952 And thunderous visages, his jealous wings wav'd over the deep; 06953 Weeping in dismal howling woe he dark descended howling 06954 Around the smitten bands, clothed in tears & trembling shudd'ring cold. 06955 His stored snows he poured forth, and his icy magazines 06956 He open'd on the deep, and on the Atlantic sea white shiv'ring. 06957 Leprous his limbs, all over white, and hoary was his visage. 06958 Weeping in dismal howlings before the stern Americans 06959 Hiding the Demon red with clouds & cold mists from the earth; 06960 Till Angels & weak men twelve years should govern o'er the strong: 06961 And then their end should come, when France reciev'd the Demons light.

06962 Stiff shudderings shook the heav'nly thrones! France Spain & Italy, 06963 In terror view'd the bands of Albion, and the ancient Guardians 06964 Fainting upon the elements, smitten with their own plagues

06965 They slow advance to shut the five gates of their law-built heaven 06966 Filled with blasting fancies and with mildews of despair 06967 With fierce disease and lust, unable to stem the fires of Orc; 06968 But the five gates were consum'd, & their bolts and hinges melted 06969 And the fierce flames burnt round the heavens, & round the abodes of men

06970 FINIS 06971<t164>

06972 Reveal the dragon thro' the human; coursing swift as fire 06973 To the close hall of counsel, where his Angel form renews.

06974 In a sweet vale shelter'd with cedars, that eternal stretch 06975 Their unmov'd branches, stood the hall; built when the moon shot forth, 06976 In that dread night when Urizen call'd the stars round his feet; 06977 Then burst the center from its orb, and found a place beneath; 06978 And Earth conglob'd, in narrow room, roll'd round its sulphur Sun.

06979 To this deep valley situated by the flowing Thames; 06980 Where George the third holds council. & his Lords & Commons meet: 06981 Shut out from mortal sight the Angel came; the vale was dark 06982 With clouds of smoke from the Atlantic, that in volumes roll'd 06983 Between the mountains, dismal visions mope around the house.

06984 On chairs of iron, canopied with mystic ornaments, 06985 Of life by magic power condens'd; infernal forms art-bound 06986 The council sat; all rose before the aged apparition; 06987 His snowy beard that streams like lambent flames down his wide breast 06988 Wetting with tears, & his white garments cast a wintry light.

06989 Then as arm'd clouds arise terrific round the northern drum; 06990 The world is silent at the flapping of the folding banners; 06991 So still terrors rent the house: as when the solemn globe 06992 Launch'd to the unknown shore, while Sotha held the northern helm, 06993 Till to that void it came & fell; so the dark house was rent, 06994 The valley mov'd beneath; its shining pillars split in twain, 06995 And its roofs crack across down falling on th'Angelic seats.

06996 [Then Albions Angel rose] resolv'd to the cove of armoury: <t166> 06997 His shield that bound twelve demons & their cities in its orb, <t167> 06998 He took down from its trembling pillar; from its cavern deep, 06999 His helm was brought by Londons Guardian, & his thirsty spear 07000 By the wise spirit of Londons river: silent stood the King breathing damp mists: <t168> 07001 And on his aged limbs they clasp'd the armour of terrible gold. <t169>

07002 Infinite Londons awful spires cast a dreadful cold <t170> 07003 Even on rational things beneath, and from the palace walls <t171> 07004 Around Saint James's chill & heavy, even to the city gate. <t172>

07005 On the vast stone whose name is Truth he stood, his cloudy shield 07006 Smote with his scepter, the scale bound orb loud howld; th' ancie[nt] pillar <t173> 07007 Trembling sunk, an earthquake roll'd along the massy pile. <t174>

07008 In glittring armour, swift as winds; intelligent as clouds; <t175> 07009 Four winged heralds mount the furious blasts & blow their trumps 07010 Gold, silver, brass & iron clangors clamoring rend the shores. <t176> 07011 Like white clouds rising from the deeps, his fifty-two armies 07012 From the four cliffs of Albion rise, mustering around their Prince; <t177> 07013 Angels of cities and of parishes and villages and families, 07014 In armour as the nerves of wisdom, each his station holds. <t178>

07015 In opposition dire, a warlike cloud the myriads stood 07016 In the red air before the Demon; [seen even by mortal men: <t179> 07017 Who call it Fancy, & shut the gates of sense, & in their chambers, 07018 Sleep like the dead.] But like a constellation ris'n and blazing 07019 Over the rugged ocean; so the Angels of Albion hung, 07020 a frowning shadow, like an aged King in arms of gold, <t180> 07021 Who wept over a den, in which his only son outstretch'd 07022 By rebels hands was slain; his white beard wav'd in the wild wind. <t181>

07023 On mountains & cliffs of snow the awful apparition hover'd; 07024 And like the voices of religious dead, heard in the mountains: 07025 When holy zeal scents the sweet valleys of ripe virgin bliss; 07026 Such was the hollow voice that o'er America lamented. <t182>

07027 As when a dream of Thiralatha flies the midnight hour: 07028 In vain the dreamer grasps the joyful images, they fly 07029 Seen in obscured traces in the Vale of Leutha, So 07030 The British Colonies beneath the woful Princes fade.

07031 And so the Princes fade from earth, scarce seen by souls of men 07032 But tho' obscur'd, this is the form of the Angelic land.

07033 TO THE PUBLIC October 10, 1793.

07034 The Labours of the Artist, the Poet, the Musician, have been 07035 proverbially attended by poverty and obscurity; this was never 07036 the fault of the Public, but was owing to a neglect of means to 07037 propagate such works as have wholly absorbed the Man of Genius. 07038 Even Milton and Shakespeare could not publish their own works. 07039 This difficulty has been obviated by the Author of the 07040 following productions now presented to the Public; who has 07041 invented a method of Printing both Letter-press and Engraving in 07042 a style more ornamental, uniform, and grand, than any before 07043 discovered, while it produces works at less than one fourth of 07044 the expense. 07045 If a method of Printing which combines the Painter and the 07046 Poet is a phenomenon worthy of public attention, provided that it 07047 exceeds in elegance all former methods, the Author is sure of his 07048 reward. 07049 Mr. Blake's powers of invention very early engaged the 07050 attention of many persons of eminence and fortune; by whose means 07051 he has been regularly enabled to bring before the Public works 07052 (he is not afraid to say) of equal magnitude and consequence with 07053 the productions of any age or country: among which are two large 07054 highly finished engravings (and two more are nearly ready) which 07055 will commence a Series of subjects from the Bible, and another 07056 from the History of England. 07057 The following are the Subjects of the several Works now 07058 published and on Sale at Mr. Blake's, No. 13, Hercules Buildings, 07059 Lambeth.

07060 1. Job, a Historical Engraving. Size 1 ft.7 1/2 in. by 1 07061 ft. 2 in.: price 12s. 07062 2. Edward and Elinor, a Historical Engraving. Size 1 ft. 6 07063 1/2 in. by 1 ft.: price 10s. 6d. 07064 3. America, a Prophecy, in Illuminated Printing. Folio, 07065 with 18 designs: price 10s. 6d. 07066 4. Visions of the Daughters of Albion, in Illuminated 07067 Printing. Folio, with 8 designs, price 7s. 6d. 07068 5. The Book of Thel, a Poem in Illuminated Printing. 07069 Quarto, with 6 designs, price 3s. 07070 6. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, in Illuminated 07071 Printing. Quarto, with 14 designs, price 7s. 07072 6d. 07073 7. Songs of Innocence, in Illuminated Printing. Octavo, 07074 with 25 designs, price 5s. 07075 8. Songs of Experience, in Illuminated Printing. Octavo, 07076 with 25 designs, price 5s. 07077 9. The History of England, a small book of Engravings. 07078 Price 3s. 07079 10. The Gates of Paradise, a small book of Engravings. 07080 Price 3s.

07081 The Illuminated Books are Printed in Colours, and on the 07082 most beautiful wove paper that 07083 could be procured, 07084 No Subscriptions for the numerous great works now in hand 07085 are asked, for none are wanted; but the Author will produce his 07086 works, and offer them to sale at a fair price.

07087 1 Giants ancient inhabitants of England 07088 2 The Landing of Brutus 07089 3 Corineus throws Gogmagog the Giant into the sea 07090 4 King Lear 07091 [5] The Ancient Britons according to Caesar [<The frontispiece>] 07092<t1504> 07093 6 The Druids 07094 7 The Landing of Julius Caesar 07095 8 Boadicea inspiring the Britons against the Romans 07096 <The Britons distress & depopulation 07097 Women fleeing from War 07098 Women in a Siege> 07099 9 Alfred in the countrymans house 07100 10 Edwin & Morcar stirring up the Londoners to resist W the Conqr 07101 11 W the Conq Crownd 07102 12 King John & Mag Charta 07103 <A Famine occasiond by the Popish interdict> 07104 13 Edward at Calais 07105 14 Edward the Black Prince brings his Captives to his father 07106 15 The Penance of Jane Shore 07107 <17 [The Reformation] by H VIII.> 07108 <18 [Ch I beheaded]> 07109 [16] [<17>] <19> The Plague 07110 [17] [<18>] <20> The fire of London 07111 [18] <16> The Cruelties used by Kings & Priests 07112 [whose arts] 07113 [19] <21> A prospect of Liberty 07114 [20] <22> A Cloud

07115 For Children

07116 THE GATES of PARADISE <t125>

07117 1793

07118 Published by W Blake No 13 Hercules Buildings Lambeth 07119 and J. Johnson St Pauls' Church Yard

07120 Frontispiece What is Man! <t126> 07121 1 I found him beneath a Tree <t127> 07122 2 Water <t128> 07123 3 Earth <t129> 07124 4 Air <t130> 07125 5 Fire. <t131> 07126 6 At length for hatching ripe he breaks the shell <t132> 07127 7 Alas! <t133> 07128 8 My Son! my Son! <t134> 07129 9 I want! I want! <t135> 07130 10 Help! Help! <t136> 07131 11 Aged Ignorance <t137>

07132 12 Does thy God O Priest take such vengeance as this? <t138> 07133 13 Fear & Hope are--Vision <t139> 07134 14 The traveller hasteth in the Evening <t140> 07135 15 Death's Door <t141> 07136 16 I have said to the Worm, Thou art my mother & my sister <t142>

07137 SONGS of EXPERIENCE <t25>

07138 1794

07139 The Author & Printer W Blake

07140 Introduction.

07141 Hear the voice of the Bard! 07142 Who Present, Past, & Future sees 07143 Whose ears have heard, 07144 The Holy Word, 07145 That walk'd among the ancient trees.

07146 Calling the lapsed Soul 07147 And weeping in the evening dew: 07148 That might controll, 07149 The starry pole; 07150 And fallen fallen light renew!

07151 O Earth O Earth return! 07152 Arise from out the dewy grass; 07153 Night is worn, 07154 And the morn 07155 Rises from the slumberous mass,

07156 Turn away no more: 07157 Why wilt thou turn away 07158 The starry floor 07159 The watry shore 07160 Is giv'n thee till the break of day.

07161 EARTH'S Answer. <t26>

07162 Earth rais'd up her head, 07163 From the darkness dread & drear. 07164 Her light fled: <t27> 07165 Stony dread! 07166 And her locks cover'd with grey despair.

07167 Prison'd on watry shore 07168 Starry Jealousy does keep my den <t28> 07169 Cold and hoar 07170 Weeping o'er 07171 I hear the Father of the ancient men <t29>

07172 Selfish father of men <t30> 07173 Cruel jealous selfish fear 07174 Can delight

07175 Chain'd in night <t31> 07176 The virgins of youth and morning bear.

07177 Does spring hide its joy <t32> 07178 When buds and blossoms grow? 07179 Does the sower? <t33> 07180 Sow by night? 07181 Or the plowman in darkness plow?

07182 Break this heavy chain, 07183 That does freeze my bones around <t34> 07184 Selfish! vain! 07185 Eternal bane! <t35> 07186 That free Love with bondage bound.

07187 The CLOD & the PEBBLE <t36>

07188 Love seeketh not Itself to please, 07189 Nor for itself hath any care; 07190 But for another gives its ease, 07191 And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.

07192 So sang a little Clod of Clay, <t37> 07193 Trodden with the cattles feet: 07194 But a Pebble of the brook, 07195 Warbled out these metres meet.

07196 Love seeketh only Self to please, 07197 To bind another to Its delight: 07198 Joys in anothers loss of ease, 07199 And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.

07200 HOLY THURSDAY <t38>

07201 Is this a holy thing to see, 07202 In a rich and fruitful land, 07203 Babes reduced to misery, 07204 Fed with cold and usurous hand?

07205 Is that trembling cry a song? 07206 Can it be a song of joy? 07207 And so many children poor? <t39> 07208 It is a land of poverty! <t40>

07209 And their sun does never shine. 07210 And their fields are bleak & bare. 07211 And their ways are fill'd with thorns. 07212 It is eternal winter there. <t41>

07213 For where-e'er the sun does shine, <t42> 07214 And where-e'er the rain does fall: 07215 Babe can never hunger there, 07216 Nor poverty the mind appall.

07217 THE Chimney Sweeper <t44>

07218pin 07219 A little black thing among the snow: 07220 Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! <t45> 07221 Where are thy father & mother? say? 07222 They are both gone up to the church to pray. <t46>

07223 Because I was happy upon the heath, 07224 And smil'd among the winters snow: <t47>

07225 They clothed me in the clothes of death, 07226 And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

07227 And because I am happy, & dance & sing, 07228 They think they have done me no injury: 07229 And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King 07230 Who make up a heaven of our misery. <t48>

07231 NURSES Song <t49>

07232 When the voices of children, are heard on the green 07233 And whisprings are in the dale: 07234 The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, <t50> 07235 My face turns green and pale.

07236 Then come home my chidren, the sun is gone down 07237 And the dews of night arise 07238 Your spring & your day, are wasted in play 07239 And your winter and night in disguise.

07240 The SICK ROSE <t51>

07241 O Rose thou art sick. 07242 The invisible worm, 07243 That flies in the night 07244 In the howling storm:

07245 Has found out thy bed <t52> 07246 Of crimson joy: 07247 And his dark secret love <t53> 07248 Does thy life destroy. <t54>

07249 THE FLY. <t55>

07250 Little Fly 07251 Thy summers play, <t56> 07252 My thoughtless hand <t57> 07253 Has brush'd away. <t58>

07254 Am not I 07255 A fly like thee? 07256 Or art not thou 07257 A man like me?

07258 For I dance 07259 And drink & sing: 07260 Till some blind hand 07261 Shall brush my wing.

07262 If thought is life <t59> 07263 And strength & breath: 07264 And the want <t60> 07265 Of thought is death;

07266 Then am I 07267 A happy fly, 07268 If I live, 07269 Or if I die.

07270 The Angel <t61> 07271 I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean? 07272 And that I was a maiden Queen: 07273 Guarded by an Angel mild: 07274 Witless woe, was ne'er beguil'd!

07275 And I wept both night and day 07276 And he wip'd my tears away 07277 And I wept both day and night 07278 And hid from him my hearts delight

07279 So he took his wings and fled: 07280 Then the morn blush'd rosy red: 07281 I dried my tears & armed my fears, 07282 With ten thousand shields and spears,

07283 Soon my Angel came again; 07284 I was arm'd, he came in vain: 07285 For the time of youth was fled <t62> 07286 And grey hairs were on my head.

07287 The Tyger. <t63>

07288 Tyger Tyger, burning bright, 07289 In the forests of the night; 07290 What immortal hand or eye, <t64> 07291 Could frame thy fearful symmetry? <t65>

07292 In what distant deeps or skies. <t66> 07293 Burnt the fire of thine eyes? <t67> 07294 On what wings dare he aspire? <t68> 07295 What the hand, dare sieze the fire?

07296 And what shoulder, & what art, 07297 Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 07298 And when thy heart began to beat, 07299 What dread hand? & what dread feet? <t69>

07300 What the hammer? what the chain, <t70> 07301 In what furnace was thy brain? 07302 What the anvil? what dread grasp, 07303 Dare its deadly terrors clasp! <t71>

07304 When the stars threw down their spears <t72> 07305 And water'd heaven with their tears: 07306 Did he smile his work to see? 07307 Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

07308 Tyger Tyger burning bright, 07309 In the forests of the night: <t73> 07310 What immortal hand or eye, <t74> 07311 Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? <t75>

07312 My Pretty ROSE TREE <t76>

07313 A flower was offerd to me; 07314 Such a flower as May never bore. 07315 But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree: 07316 And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

07317 Then I went to my Pretty Rose-tree; 07318 To tend her by day and by night. <t77> 07319 But my Rose turnd away with jealousy: <t78> 07320 And her thorns were my only delight.


07322 Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, 07323 Who countest the steps of the Sun: 07324 Seeking after that sweet golden clime 07325 Where the travellers journey is done.

07326 Where the Youth pined away with desire, 07327 And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: 07328 Arise from their graves and aspire, 07329 Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

07330 THE LILLY <t79>

07331 The modest Rose puts forth a thorn: <t80> 07332 The humble Sheep, a threatning horn: <t81> 07333 While the Lilly white, shall in Love delight, 07334 Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. <t82>

07335 The GARDEN of LOVE <t83>

07336 I went to the Garden of Love, 07337 And saw what I never had seen: <t84> 07338 A Chapel was built in the midst, <t85> 07339 Where I used to play on the green.

07340 And the gates of this Chapel were shut, <t86> 07341 And Thou shalt not. writ over the door; 07342 So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, <t87> 07343 That so many sweet flowers bore.

07344 And I saw it was filled with graves, 07345 And tomb-stones where flowers should be: 07346 And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, 07347 And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

07348 The Little Vagabond <t88>

07349 Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, <t89> 07350 But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm; 07351 Besides I can tell where I am use'd well, <t90> 07352 Such usage in heaven will never do well. <t91> 07353 But if at the Church they would give us some Ale. 07354 And a pleasant fire, our souls to regale; 07355 We'd sing and we'd pray, all the live-long day; 07356 Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray,

07357 Then the Parson might preach & drink & sing. 07358 And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring: 07359 And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, 07360 Would not have bandy children nor fasting nor birch.

07361 And God like a father rejoicing to see, <t92> 07362 His children as pleasant and happy as he: 07363 Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the Barrel 07364 But kiss him & give him both drink and apparel. <t93>

07365 LONDON <t94>

07366 I wander thro' each charter'd street, <t95> 07367 Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. 07368 And mark in every face I meet <t96> 07369 Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

07370 In every cry of every Man, 07371 In every Infants cry of fear, <t97> 07372 In every voice: in every ban, <t98> 07373 The mind-forg'd manacles I hear <t99>

07374 How the Chimney-sweepers cry <t100> 07375 Every blackning Church appalls, <t101> 07376 And the hapless Soldiers sigh 07377 Runs in blood down Palace walls

07378 But most thro' midnight streets I hear <t102> 07379 How the youthful Harlots curse 07380 Blasts the new-born Infants tear 07381 And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

07382 The Human Abstract. <t103>

07383 Pity would be no more, <t104> 07384 If we did not make somebody Poor: <t105> 07385 And Mercy no more could be, 07386 If all were as happy as we;

07387 And mutual fear brings peace; 07388 Till the selfish loves increase. 07389 Then Cruelty knits a snare, 07390 And spreads his baits with care. <t106>

07391 He sits down with holy fears, 07392 And waters the ground with tears: 07393 Then Humility takes its root 07394 Underneath his foot.

07395 Soon spreads the dismal shade 07396 Of Mystery over his head; 07397 And the Catterpiller and Fly, 07398 Feed on the Mystery.

07399 And it bears the fruit of Deceit, 07400 Ruddy and sweet to eat; 07401 And the Raven his nest has made 07402 In its thickest shade.

07403 The Gods of the earth and sea, 07404 Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree 07405 But their search was all in vain: 07406 There grows one in the Human Brain <t107>

07407 INFANT SORROW <t108>

07408 My mother groand! my father wept. 07409 Into the dangerous world I leapt: 07410 Helpless, naked, piping loud; 07411 Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

07412 Struggling in my fathers hands: 07413 Striving against my swadling bands: 07414 Bound and weary I thought best 07415 To sulk upon my mothers breast.

07416 A POISON TREE. <t109>

07417 I was angry with my friend; 07418 I told my wrath, my wrath did end. 07419 I was angry with my foe: 07420 I told it not, my wrath did grow.

07421 And I waterd it in fears, 07422 Night & morning with my tears: 07423 And I sunned it with smiles, 07424 And with soft deceitful wiles.

07425 And it grew both day and night. 07426 Till it bore an apple bright. 07427 And my foe beheld it shine, 07428 And he knew that it was mine.

07429 And into my garden stole, 07430 When the night had veild the pole; 07431 In the morning glad I see; 07432 My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

07433 A Little BOY Lost <t110>

07434 Nought loves another as itself 07435 Nor venerates another so. 07436 Nor is it possible to Thought 07437 A greater than itself to know:

07438 And Father, how can I love you, <t111> 07439 Or any of my brothers more? <t112> 07440 I love you like the little bird <t113> 07441 That picks up crumbs around the door.

07442 The Priest sat by and heard the child. 07443 In trembling zeal he siez'd his hair: <t114> 07444 He led him by his little coat: <t115> 07445 And all admir'd the Priestly care. <t116>

07446 And standing on the altar high, <t117> 07447 Lo what a fiend is here! said he: 07448 One who sets reason up for judge 07449 Of our most holy Mystery.

07450 The weeping child could not be heard. 07451 The weeping parents wept in vain: 07452 They strip'd him to his little shirt. <t118> 07453 And bound him in an iron chain.

07454 And burn'd him in a holy place, <t119> 07455 Where many had been burn'd before: 07456 The weeping parents wept in vain. 07457 Are such things done on Albions shore. <t120>

07458 A Little GIRL Lost

07459 Children of the future Age, 07460 Reading this indignant page; 07461 Know that in a former time. 07462 Love! sweet Love! was thought a crime.

07463 In the Age of Gold, 07464 Free from winters cold: 07465 Youth and maiden bright, 07466 To the holy light, 07467 Naked in the sunny beams delight.

07468 Once a youthful pair 07469 Fill'd with softest care: 07470 Met in garden bright, 07471 Where the holy light, 07472 Had just removd the curtains of the night.

07473 There in rising day, 07474 On the grass they play: 07475 Parents were afar: 07476 Strangers came not near: 07477 And the maiden soon forgot her fear.

07478 Tired with kisses sweet 07479 They agree to meet, 07480 When the silent sleep 07481 Waves o'er heavens deep; 07482 And the weary tired wanderers weep.

07483 To her father white 07484 Came the maiden bright: 07485 But his loving look, 07486 Like the holy book, 07487 All her tender limbs with terror shook.

07488 Ona! pale and weak! 07489 To thy father speak: 07490 O the trembling fear! 07491 O the dismal care! 07492 That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair

07493 To Tirzah <t121>

07494 Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth, 07495 Must be consumed with the Earth 07496 To rise from Generation free; 07497 Then what have I to do with thee?

07498 The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride 07499 Blow'd in the morn: in evening died 07500 But Mercy changd Death into Sleep; 07501 The Sexes rose to work & weep.

07502 Thou Mother of my Mortal part. 07503 With cruelty didst mould my Heart. 07504 And with false self-decieving tears, 07505 Didst bind my Nostrils Eyes & Ears.

07506 Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay 07507 And me to Mortal Life betray: 07508 The Death of Jesus set me free, 07509 Then what have I to do with thee?

07510 [text on illustration: It is Raised a Spiritual Body]


07512 Cruelty has a Human Heart 07513 And Jealousy a Human Face 07514 Terror, the Human Form Divine 07515 And Secrecy, the Human Dress

07516 The Human Dress, is forged Iron 07517 The Human Form, a fiery Forge. 07518 The Human Face, a Furnace seal'd 07519 The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge.

07520 THE [FIRST] BOOK of URIZEN <t193>

07521 LAMBETH. Printed by Will Blake 1794.


07523 Of the primeval Priests assum'd power, 07524 When Eternals spurn'd back his religion; 07525 And gave him a place in the north, 07526 Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.

07527 Eternals I hear your call gladly, 07528 Dictate swift winged words, & fear not 07529 To unfold your dark visions of torment.

07530 Chap: I

07531 1. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen 07532 In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific! 07533 Self-closd, all-repelling: what Demon 07534 Hath form'd this abominable void 07535 This soul-shudd'ring vacuum?--Some said 07536 "It is Urizen", But unknown, abstracted 07537 Brooding secret, the dark power hid.

07538 2. Times on times he divided, & measur'd 07539 Space by space in his ninefold darkness 07540 Unseen, unknown! changes appeard 07541 In his desolate mountains rifted furious <t195> 07542 By the black winds of perturbation

07543 3. For he strove in battles dire 07544 In unseen conflictions with shapes 07545 Bred from his forsaken wilderness, 07546 Of beast, bird, fish, serpent & element 07547 Combustion, blast, vapour and cloud.

07548 4. Dark revolving in silent activity: 07549 Unseen in tormenting passions; 07550 An activity unknown and horrible; 07551 A self-contemplating shadow, 07552 In enormous labours occupied

07553 5. But Eternals beheld his vast forests 07554 Age on ages he lay, clos'd, unknown 07555 Brooding shut in the deep; all avoid 07556 The petrific abominable chaos

07557 6. His cold horrors silent, dark Urizen 07558 Prepar'd: his ten thousands of thunders 07559 Rang'd in gloom'd array stretch out across 07560 The dread world, & the rolling of wheels 07561 As of swelling seas, sound in his clouds 07562 In his hills of stor'd snows, in his mountains 07563 Of hail & ice; voices of terror, 07564 Are heard, like thunders of autumn, 07565 When the cloud blazes over the harvests

07566 Chap: II. <t196>

07567 1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction 07568 The will of the Immortal expanded 07569 Or contracted his all flexible senses. 07570 Death was not, but eternal life sprung

07571 2. The sound of a trumpet the heavens 07572 Awoke & vast clouds of blood roll'd 07573 Round the dim rocks of Urizen, so nam'd 07574 That solitary one in Immensity

07575 3. Shrill the trumpet: & myriads of Eternity, <t197>

07576 Muster around the bleak desarts 07577 Now fill'd with clouds, darkness & waters 07578 That roll'd perplex'd labring & utter'd 07579 Words articulate, bursting in thunders 07580 That roll'd on the tops of his mountains

07581 4: From the depths of dark solitude. From 07582 The eternal abode in my holiness, 07583 Hidden set apart in my stern counsels 07584 Reserv'd for the days of futurity, 07585 I have sought for a joy without pain,

07586 For a solid without fluctuation 07587 Why will you die O Eternals? 07588 Why live in unquenchable burnings?

07589 5 First I fought with the fire; consum'd 07590 Inwards, into a deep world within: 07591 A void immense, wild dark & deep, 07592 Where nothing was: Natures wide womb

07593 And self balanc'd stretch'd o'er the void 07594 I alone, even I! the winds merciless 07595 Bound; but condensing, in torrents 07596 They fall & fall; strong I repell'd 07597 The vast waves, & arose on the waters 07598 A wide world of solid obstruction

07599 6. Here alone I in books formd of metals 07600 Have written the secrets of wisdom 07601 The secrets of dark contemplation 07602 By fightings and conflicts dire, 07603 With terrible monsters Sin-bred: 07604 Which the bosoms of all inhabit; 07605 Seven deadly Sins of the soul. <t199>

07606 7. Lo! I unfold my darkness: and on 07607 This rock, place with strong hand the Book 07608 Of eternal brass, written in my solitude.

07609 8. Laws of peace, of love, of unity: 07610 Of pity, compassion, forgiveness. 07611 Let each chuse one habitation: 07612 His ancient infinite mansion: 07613 One command, one joy one desire, 07614 One curse, one weight, one measure 07615 One King, one God, one Law.

07616 Chap: III. <t200>

07617 1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage 07618 Emerge from the darkness; his hand 07619 On the rock of eternity unclasping 07620 The Book of brass. Rage siez'd the strong

07621 2. Rage, fury, intense indignation 07622 In cataracts of fire blood & gall 07623 In whirlwinds of sulphurous smoke: 07624 And enormous forms of energy; 07625 All the seven deadly sins of the soul

07626 In living creations appear'd <t201> 07627 In the flames of eternal fury.

07628 3. Sund'ring, dark'ning, thund'ring! 07629 Rent away with a terrible crash 07630 Eternity roll'd wide apart

07631 Wide asunder rolling 07632 Mountainous all around 07633 Departing; departing; departing: 07634 Leaving ruinous fragments of life 07635 Hanging frowning cliffs & all between 07636 An ocean of voidness unfathomable.

07637 4. The roaring fires ran o'er the heav'ns 07638 In whirlwinds & cataracts of blood 07639 And o'er the dark desarts of Urizen 07640 Fires pour thro' the void on all sides 07641 On Urizens self-begotten armies. <t202>

07642 5. But no light from the fires. all was darkness 07643 In the flames of Eternal fury

07644 6. In fierce anguish & quenchless flames 07645 To the desarts and rocks He ran raging <t203> 07646 To hide, but He could not: combining 07647 He dug mountains & hills in vast strength, <t204> 07648 He piled them in incessant labour, 07649 In howlings & pangs & fierce madness 07650 Long periods in burning fires labouring 07651 Till hoary, and age-broke, and aged, 07652 In despair and the shadows of death.

07653 7. And a roof, vast petrific around, 07654 On all sides He fram'd: like a womb; 07655 Where thousands of rivers in veins 07656 Of blood pour down the mountains to cool 07657 The eternal fires beating without 07658 From Eternals; & like a black globe 07659 View'd by sons of Eternity, standing 07660 On the shore of the infinite ocean 07661 Like a human heart strugling & beating 07662 The vast world of Urizen appear'd.

07663 8. And Los round the dark globe of Urizen, 07664 Kept watch for Eternals to confine, 07665 The obscure separation alone; 07666 For Eternity stood wide apart,

07667 As the stars are apart from the earth

07668 9. Los wept howling around the dark Demon: 07669 And cursing his lot; for in anguish,

07670 Urizen was rent from his side; 07671 And a fathomless void for his feet; 07672 And intense fires for his dwelling.

07673 10. But Urizen laid in a stony sleep 07674 Unorganiz'd, rent from Eternity <t205>

07675 11. The Eternals said: What is this? Death 07676 Urizen is a clod of clay.

07677 12: Los howld in a dismal stupor, 07678 Groaning! gnashing! groaning! 07679 Till the wrenching apart was healed

07680 13: But the wrenching of Urizen heal'd not 07681 Cold, featureless, flesh or clay, 07682 Rifted with direful changes 07683 He lay in a dreamless night

07684 14: Till Los rouz'd his fires, affrighted 07685 At the formless unmeasurable death.

07686 Chap: IV:[a]

07687 1: Los smitten with astonishment 07688 Frightend at the hurtling bones

07689 2: And at the surging sulphureous 07690 Perturbed Immortal mad raging

07691 3: In whirlwinds & pitch & nitre 07692 Round the furious limbs of Los

07693 4: And Los formed nets & gins 07694 And threw the nets round about

07695 5: He watch'd in shuddring fear 07696 The dark changes & bound every change 07697 With rivets of iron & brass;

07698 6. And these were the changes of Urizen.

07699 Chap: IV.[b]

07700 1. Ages on ages roll'd over him! 07701 In stony sleep ages roll'd over him! 07702 Like a dark waste stretching chang'able 07703 By earthquakes riv'n, belching sullen fires 07704 On ages roll'd ages in ghastly

07705 Sick torment; around him in whirlwinds 07706 Of darkness the eternal Prophet howl'd 07707 Beating still on his rivets of iron 07708 Pouring sodor of iron; dividing 07709 The horrible night into watches.

07710 2. And Urizen (so his eternal name) 07711 His prolific delight obscurd more & more 07712 In dark secresy hiding in surgeing 07713 Sulphureous fluid his phantasies. 07714 The Eternal Prophet heavd the dark bellows, 07715 And turn'd restless the tongs; and the hammer 07716 Incessant beat; forging chains new & new 07717 Numb'ring with links. hours, days & years

07718 3. The eternal mind bounded began to roll 07719 Eddies of wrath ceaseless round & round, 07720 And the sulphureous foam surgeing thick 07721 Settled, a lake, bright, & shining clear: 07722 White as the snow on the mountains cold.

07723 4. Forgetfulness, dumbness, necessity! 07724 In chains of the mind locked up, 07725 Like fetters of ice shrinking together 07726 Disorganiz'd, rent from Eternity, 07727 Los beat on his fetters of iron; 07728 And heated his furnaces & pour'd 07729 Iron sodor and sodor of brass

07730 5. Restless turnd the immortal inchain'd 07731 Heaving dolorous! anguish'd! unbearable 07732 Till a roof shaggy wild inclos'd 07733 In an orb, his fountain of thought.

07734 6. In a horrible dreamful slumber; 07735 Like the linked infernal chain; 07736 A vast Spine writh'd in torment 07737 Upon the winds; shooting pain'd 07738 Ribs, like a bending cavern 07739 And bones of solidness, froze 07740 Over all his nerves of joy. 07741 And a first Age passed over, 07742 And a state of dismal woe.

07743 7. From the caverns of his jointed Spine, 07744 Down sunk with fright a red 07745 Round globe hot burning deep 07746 Deep down into the Abyss:

07747 Panting: Conglobing, Trembling 07748 Shooting out ten thousand branches 07749 Around his solid bones. 07750 And a second Age passed over, 07751 And a state of dismal woe.

07752 8. In harrowing fear rolling round; 07753 His nervous brain shot branches 07754 Round the branches of his heart. 07755 On high into two little orbs 07756 And fixed in two little caves 07757 Hiding carefully from the wind, 07758 His Eyes beheld the deep, 07759 And a third Age passed over: 07760 And a state of dismal woe.

07761 9. The pangs of hope began, 07762 In heavy pain striving, struggling. 07763 Two Ears in close volutions. 07764 From beneath his orbs of vision 07765 Shot spiring out and petrified 07766 As they grew. And a fourth Age passed 07767 And a state of dismal woe.

07768 10. In ghastly torment sick; 07769 Hanging upon the wind;

07770 Two Nostrils bent down to the deep. 07771 And a fifth Age passed over; 07772 And a state of dismal woe.

07773 11. In ghastly torment sick; 07774 Within his ribs bloated round, 07775 A craving Hungry Cavern; 07776 Thence arose his channeld Throat, 07777 And like a red flame a Tongue 07778 Of thirst & of hunger appeard. 07779 And a sixth Age passed over: 07780 And a state of dismal woe.

07781 12. Enraged & stifled with torment 07782 He threw his right Arm to the north 07783 His left Arm to the south 07784 Shooting out in anguish deep, 07785 And his Feet stampd the nether Abyss 07786 In trembling & howling & dismay. 07787 And a seventh Age passed over: 07788 And a state of dismal woe.

07789 Chap: V.

07790 I. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: 07791 His great hammer fell from his hand: 07792 His fires beheld, and sickening, 07793 Hid their strong limbs in smoke. 07794 For with noises ruinous loud; 07795 With hurtlings & clashings & groans 07796 The Immortal endur'd his chains, 07797 Tho' bound in a deadly sleep.

07798 2. All the myriads of Eternity: 07799 All the wisdom & joy of life: 07800 Roll like a sea around him, 07801 Except what his little orbs 07802 Of sight by degrees unfold.

07803 3. And now his eternal life 07804 Like a dream was obliterated

07805 4. Shudd'ring, the Eternal Prophet smote 07806 With a stroke, from his north to south region 07807 The bellows & hammer are silent now 07808 A nerveless silence, his prophetic voice 07809 Siez'd; a cold solitude & dark void 07810 The Eternal Prophet & Urizen clos'd

07811 5. Ages on ages rolld over them 07812 Cut off from life & light frozen 07813 Into horrible forms of deformity 07814 Los suffer'd his fires to decay 07815 Then he look'd back with anxious desire 07816 But the space undivided by existence 07817 Struck horror into his soul.

07818 6. Los wept obscur'd with mourning: 07819 His bosom earthquak'd with sighs; 07820 He saw Urizen deadly black, 07821 In his chains bound, & Pity began,

07822 7. In anguish dividing & dividing 07823 For pity divides the soul 07824 In pangs eternity on eternity 07825 Life in cataracts pourd down his cliffs 07826 The void shrunk the lymph into Nerves 07827 Wand'ring wide on the bosom of night 07828 And left a round globe of blood 07829 Trembling upon the Void

07830 Thus the Eternal Prophet was divided 07831 Before the death-image of Urizen 07832 For in changeable clouds and darkness 07833 In a winterly night beneath, 07834 The Abyss of Los stretch'd immense: 07835 And now seen, now obscur'd, to the eyes 07836 Of Eternals, the visions remote 07837 Of the dark seperation appear'd. 07838 As glasses discover Worlds 07839 In the endless Abyss of space, 07840 So the expanding eyes of Immortals 07841 Beheld the dark visions of Los, 07842 And the globe of life blood trembling.

07843 8. The globe of life blood trembled 07844 Branching out into roots; 07845 Fib'rous, writhing upon the winds; 07846 Fibres of blood, milk and tears; 07847 In pangs, eternity on eternity. 07848 At length in tears & cries imbodied 07849 A female form trembling and pale 07850 Waves before his deathy face

07851 9. All Eternity shudderd at sight 07852 Of the first female now separate 07853 Pale as a cloud of snow 07854 Waving before the face of Los

07855 10. Wonder, awe, fear, astonishment, 07856 Petrify the eternal myriads; 07857 At the first female form now separate

07858 They call'd her Pity, and fled

07859 11. "Spread a Tent, with strong curtains around them 07860 "Let cords & stakes bind in the Void 07861 That Eternals may no more behold them"

07862 12. They began to weave curtains of darkness 07863 They erected large pillars round the Void 07864 With golden hooks fastend in the pillars 07865 With infinite labour the Eternals 07866 A woof wove, and called it Science

07867 Chap: VI.

07868 1. But Los saw the Female & pitied 07869 He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd 07870 In perverse and cruel delight 07871 She fled from his arms, yet he followd

07872 2. Eternity shudder'd when they saw, 07873 Man begetting his likeness, 07874 On his own divided image.

07875 3. A time passed over, the Eternals 07876 Began to erect the tent; 07877 When Enitharmon sick, 07878 Felt a Worm within her womb.

07879 4. Yet helpless it lay like a Worm 07880 In the trembling womb 07881 To be moulded into existence

07882 5. All day the worm lay on her bosom 07883 All night within her womb 07884 The worm lay till it grew to a serpent 07885 With dolorous hissings & poisons 07886 Round Enitharmons loins folding,

07887 6. Coild within Enitharmons womb 07888 The serpent grew casting its scales, 07889 With sharp pangs the hissings began 07890 To change to a grating cry, 07891 Many sorrows and dismal throes, 07892 Many forms of fish, bird & beast, 07893 Brought forth an Infant form 07894 Where was a worm before.

07895 7. The Eternals their tent finished 07896 Alarm'd with these gloomy visions 07897 When Enitharmon groaning 07898 Produc'd a man Child to the light.

07899 8. A shriek ran thro' Eternity: 07900 And a paralytic stroke; 07901 At the birth of the Human shadow.

07902 9. Delving earth in his resistless way; 07903 Howling, the Child with fierce flames 07904 Issu'd from Enitharmon.

07905 10. The Eternals, closed the tent 07906 They beat down the stakes the cords

07907 Stretch'd for a work of eternity; 07908 No more Los beheld Eternity.

07909 11. In his hands he siez'd the infant 07910 He bathed him in springs of sorrow 07911 He gave him to Enitharmon.

07912 Chap. VII.

07913 1. They named the child Orc, he grew 07914 Fed with milk of Enitharmon

07915 2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain! 07916 A tight'ning girdle grew, 07917 Around his bosom. In sobbings 07918 He burst the girdle in twain, 07919 But still another girdle 07920 Opressd his bosom, In sobbings 07921 Again he burst it. Again 07922 Another girdle succeeds 07923 The girdle was form'd by day; 07924 By night was burst in twain.

07925 3. These falling down on the rock 07926 Into an iron Chain 07927 In each other link by link lock'd

07928 4. They took Orc to the top of a mountain. 07929 O how Enitharmon wept! 07930 They chain'd his young limbs to the rock 07931 With the Chain of Jealousy 07932 Beneath Urizens deathful shadow

07933 5. The dead heard the voice of the child 07934 And began to awake from sleep 07935 All things. heard the voice of the child 07936 And began to awake to life.

07937 6. And Urizen craving with hunger 07938 Stung with the odours of Nature 07939 Explor'd his dens around

07940 7. He form'd a line & a plummet 07941 To divide the Abyss beneath. 07942 He form'd a dividing rule:

07943 8. He formed scales to weigh; 07944 He formed massy weights; 07945 He formed a brazen quadrant;

07946 He formed golden compasses 07947 And began to explore the Abyss 07948 And he planted a garden of fruits

07949 9. But Los encircled Enitharmon 07950 With fires of Prophecy 07951 From the sight of Urizen & Orc.

07952 10. And she bore an enormous race

07953 Chap. VIII.

07954 1. Urizen explor'd his dens 07955 Mountain, moor, & wilderness, 07956 With a globe of fire lighting his journey 07957 A fearful journey, annoy'd 07958 By cruel enormities: forms

07959 Of life on his forsaken mountains

07960 2. And his world teemd vast enormities 07961 Frightning; faithless; fawning 07962 Portions of life; similitudes 07963 Of a foot, or a hand, or a head 07964 Or a heart, or an eye, they swam mischevous 07965 Dread terrors! delighting in blood

07966 3. Most Urizen sicken'd to see 07967 His eternal creations appear 07968 Sons & daughters of sorrow on mountains 07969 Weeping! wailing! first Thiriel appear'd 07970 Astonish'd at his own existence 07971 Like a man from a cloud born, & Utha 07972 From the waters emerging, laments! 07973 Grodna rent the deep earth howling 07974 Amaz'd! his heavens immense cracks 07975 Like the ground parch'd with heat; then Fuzon 07976 Flam'd out! first begotten, last born. 07977 All his eternal sons in like manner 07978 His daughters from green herbs & cattle 07979 From monsters, & worms of the pit.

07980 4. He in darkness clos'd, view'd all his race, 07981 And his soul sicken'd! he curs'd 07982 Both sons & daughters; for he saw 07983 That no flesh nor spirit could keep 07984 His iron laws one moment.

07985 5. For he saw that life liv'd upon death

07986 The Ox in the slaughter house moans 07987 The Dog at the wintry door 07988 And he wept, & he called it Pity 07989 And his tears flowed down on the winds

07990 6. Cold he wander'd on high, over their cities 07991 In weeping & pain & woe! 07992 And where-ever he wanderd in sorrows 07993 Upon the aged heavens 07994 A cold shadow follow'd behind him 07995 Like a spiders web, moist, cold, & dim 07996 Drawing out from his sorrowing soul 07997 The dungeon-like heaven dividing. 07998 Where ever the footsteps of Urizen 07999 Walk'd over the cities in sorrow.

08000 7. Till a Web dark & cold, throughout all 08001 The tormented element stretch'd 08002 From the sorrows of Urizens soul 08003 And the Web is a Female in embrio <t208> 08004 None could break the Web, no wings of fire.

08005 8. So twisted the cords, & so knotted 08006 The meshes: twisted like to the human brain

08007 9. And all calld it, The Net of Religion

08008 Chap: IX

08009 1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities: 08010 Felt their Nerves change into Marrow 08011 And hardening Bones began 08012 In swift diseases and torments, 08013 In throbbings & shootings & grindings 08014 Thro' all the coasts; till weaken'd 08015 The Senses inward rush'd shrinking, 08016 Beneath the dark net of infection.

08017 2. Till the shrunken eyes clouded over 08018 Discernd not the woven hipocrisy 08019 But the streaky slime in their heavens 08020 Brought together by narrowing perceptions 08021 Appeard transparent air; for their eyes 08022 Grew small like the eyes of a man 08023 And in reptile forms shrinking together 08024 Of seven feet stature they remaind

08025 3. Six days they shrunk up from existence 08026 And on the seventh day they rested 08027 And they bless'd the seventh day, in sick hope: 08028 And forgot their eternal life

08029 4. And their thirty cities divided 08030 In form of a human heart 08031 No more could they rise at will 08032 In the infinite void, but bound down 08033 To earth by their narrowing perceptions

08034 They lived a period of years 08035 Then left a noisom body 08036 To the jaws of devouring darkness

08037 5. And their children wept, & built 08038 Tombs in the desolate places, 08039 And form'd laws of prudence, and call'd them 08040 The eternal laws of God

08041 6. And the thirty cities remaind 08042 Surrounded by salt floods, now call'd 08043 Africa: its name was then Egypt.

08044 7. The remaining sons of Urizen 08045 Beheld their brethren shrink together 08046 Beneath the Net of Urizen; 08047 Perswasion was in vain; 08048 For the ears of the inhabitants, 08049 Were wither'd, & deafen'd, & cold: 08050 And their eyes could not discern, 08051 Their brethren of other cities.

08052 8. So Fuzon call'd all together 08053 The remaining children of Urizen: 08054 And they left the pendulous earth: 08055 They called it Egypt, & left it.

08056 9. And the salt ocean rolled englob'd

08057 The End of the [first] book of Urizen

08058 EUROPE a PROPHECY <t184> 08059 LAMBETH Printed by Will: Blake: 1794

08060 Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one he breathes the air; 08061 Thro' one, hears music of the spheres; thro' one, the eternal vine 08062 Flourishes, that he may recieve the grapes; thro' one can look. 08063 And see small portions of the eternal world that ever groweth; 08064 Thro' one, himself pass out what time he please, but he will not; 08065 For stolen joys are sweet, & bread eaten in secret pleasant.

08066 So sang a Fairy mocking as he sat on a streak'd Tulip, 08067 Thinking none saw him: when he ceas'd I started from the trees! 08068 And caught him in my hat as boys knock down a butterfly. 08069 How know you this said I small Sir? where did you learn this song? 08070 Seeing himself in my possession thus he answered me: 08071 My master, I am yours. command me, for I must obey.

08072 Then tell me, what is the material world, and is it dead? 08073 He laughing answer'd: I will write a book on leaves of flowers, 08074 If you will feed me on love-thoughts, & give me now and then 08075 A cup of sparkling poetic fancies; so when I am tipsie, 08076 I'll sing to you to this soft lute; and shew you all alive 08077 The world, when every particle of dust breathes forth its joy.

08078 I took him home in my warm bosom: as we went along 08079 Wild flowers I gatherd; & he shew'd me each eternal flower: 08080 He laugh'd aloud to see them whimper because they were pluck'd. 08081 They hover'd round me like a cloud of incense: when I came 08082 Into my parlour and sat down, and took my pen to write: 08083 My Fairy sat upon the table, and dictated EUROPE.


08085 The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc: 08086 Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; 08087 And thus her voice arose.

08088 O mother Enitharmon wilt thou bring forth other sons? 08089 To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found. 08090 For I am faint with travel! <t185> 08091 Like the dark cloud disburdend in the day of dismal thunder.

08092 My roots are brandish'd in the heavens. my fruits in earth beneath 08093 Surge, foam, and labour into life, first born & first consum'd! 08094 Consumed and consuming! 08095 Then why shouldst thou accursed mother bring me into life?

08096 I wrap my turban of thick clouds around my lab'ring head; 08097 And fold the sheety waters as a mantle round my limbs. 08098 Yet the red sun and moon, 08099 And all the overflowing stars rain down prolific pains.

08100 Unwilling I look up to heaven! unwilling count the stars! 08101 Sitting in fathomless abyss of my immortal shrine. 08102 I sieze their burning power 08103 And bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings.

08104 Devouring & devoured roaming on dark and desolate mountains 08105 In forests of eternal death, shrieking in hollow trees. 08106 Ah mother Enitharmon! 08107 Stamp not with solid form this vig'rous progeny of fires.

08108 I bring forth from my teeming bosom myriads of flames. 08109 And thou dost stamp them with a signet, then they roam abroad 08110 And leave me void as death: 08111 Ah! I am drown'd in shady woe, and visionary joy.

08112 And who shall bind the infinite with an eternal band? 08113 To compass it with swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it 08114 With milk and honey? 08115 I see it smile & I roll inward & my voice is past.

08116 She ceast & rolld her shady clouds 08117 Into the secret place.


08119 The deep of winter came; 08120 What time the secret child, 08121 Descended thro' the orient gates of the eternal day: 08122 War ceas'd, & all the troops like shadows fled to their abodes.

08123 Then Enitharmon saw her sons & daughters rise around. 08124 Like pearly clouds they meet together in the crystal house: 08125 And Los, possessor of the moon, joy'd in the peaceful night: 08126 Thus speaking while his num'rous sons shook their bright fiery wings

08127 Again the night is come <t186> 08128 That strong Urthona takes his rest, 08129 And Urizen unloos'd from chains 08130 Glows like a meteor in the distant north 08131 Stretch forth your hands and strike the elemental strings! 08132 Awake the thunders of the deep.

08133 The shrill winds wake 08134 Till all the sons of Urizen look out and envy Los: 08135 Sieze all the spirits of life and bind 08136 Their warbling joys to our loud strings

08137 Bind all the nourishing sweets of earth 08138 To give us bliss, that we may drink the sparkling wine of Los 08139 And let us laugh at war, 08140 Despising toil and care, 08141 Because the days and nights of joy, in lucky hours renew.

08142 Arise O Orc from thy deep den, 08143 First born of Enitharmon rise! 08144 And we will crown thy head with garlands of the ruddy vine; 08145 For now thou art bound; 08146 And I may see thee in the hour of bliss, my eldest born.

08147 The horrent Demon rose, surrounded with red stars of fire, 08148 Whirling about in furious circles round the immortal fiend.

08149 Then Enitharmon down descended into his red light, 08150 And thus her voice rose to her children, the distant heavens reply.

08151 Now comes the night of Enitharmons joy! 08152 Who shall I call? Who shall I send? 08153 That Woman, lovely Woman! may have dominion? 08154 Arise O Rintrah thee I call! & Palamabron thee! 08155 Go! tell the human race that Womans love is Sin! 08156 That an Eternal life awaits the worms of sixty winters 08157 In an allegorical abode where existence hath never come: 08158 Forbid all joy, & from her childhood shall the little female 08159 Spread nets in every secret path.

08160 My weary eyelids draw towards the evening, my bliss is yet but new.

08161 Arise O Rintrah eldest born: second to none but Orc: 08162 O lion Rintrah raise thy fury from thy forests black: 08163 Bring Palamabron horned priest, skipping upon the mountains: 08164 And silent Elynittria the silver bowed queen: 08165 Rintrah where hast thou hid thy bride! 08166 Weeps she in desart shades? 08167 Alas my Rintrah! bring the lovely jealous Ocalythron.

08168 Arise my son! bring all thy brethren O thou king of fire. 08169 Prince of the sun I see thee with thy innumerable race: 08170 Thick as the summer stars: 08171 But each ramping his golden mane shakes, 08172 And thine eyes rejoice because of strength O Rintrah furious king.

08173 Enitharmon slept, 08174 Eighteen hundred years: Man was a Dream! 08175 The night of Nature and their harps unstrung: 08176 She slept in middle of her nightly song, 08177 Eighteen hundred years, a female dream! 08178 Shadows of men in fleeting bands upon the winds: <t187> 08179 Divide the heavens of Europe: 08180 Till Albions Angel smitten with his own plagues fled with his bands 08181 The cloud bears hard on Albions shore: 08182 Fill'd with immortal demons of futurity: 08183 In council gather the smitten Angels of Albion 08184 The cloud bears hard upon the council house; down rushing 08185 On the heads of Albions Angels.

08186 One hour they lay buried beneath the ruins of that hall; 08187 But as the stars rise from the salt lake they arise in pain, 08188 In troubled mists o'erclouded by the terrors of strugling times.

08189 In thoughts perturb'd, they rose from the bright ruins silent following 08190 The fiery King, who sought his ancient temple serpent-form'd 08191 That stretches out its shady length along the Island white. 08192 Round him roll'd his clouds of war; silent the Angel went, 08193 Along the infinite shores of Thames to golden Verulam. 08194 There stand the venerable porches that high-towering rear 08195 Their oak-surrounded pillars, form'd of massy stones, uncut 08196 With tool; stones precious; such eternal in the heavens, 08197 Of colours twelve, few known on earth, give light in the opake, 08198 Plac'd in the order of the stars, when the five senses whelm'd 08199 In deluge o'er the earth-born man; then turn'd the fluxile eyes 08200 Into two stationary orbs, concentrating all things. 08201 The ever-varying spiral ascents to the heavens of heavens 08202 Were bended downward; and the nostrils golden gates shut 08203 Turn'd outward, barr'd and petrify'd against the infinite.

08204 Thought chang'd the infinite to a serpent; that which pitieth: 08205 To a devouring flame; and man fled from its face and hid 08206 In forests of night; then all the eternal forests were divided 08207 Into earths rolling in circles of space, that like an ocean rush'd 08208 And overwhelmed all except this finite wall of flesh. 08209 Then was the serpent temple form'd, image of infinite 08210 Shut up in finite revolutions, and man became an Angel; 08211 Heaven a mighty circle turning; God a tyrant crown'd.

08212 Now arriv'd the ancient Guardian at the southern porch, 08213 That planted thick with trees of blackest leaf, & in a vale

08214 Obscure, inclos'd the Stone of Night; oblique it stood, o'erhung 08215 With purple flowers and berries red; image of that sweet south, 08216 Once open to the heavens and elevated on the human neck, 08217 Now overgrown with hair and coverd with a stony roof, 08218 Downward 'tis sunk beneath th' attractive north, that round the feet 08219 A raging whirlpool draws the dizzy enquirer to his grave:

08220 Albions Angel rose upon the Stone of Night. 08221 He saw Urizen on the Atlantic; 08222 And his brazen Book, 08223 That Kings & Priests had copied on Earth 08224 Expanded from North to South.

08225 And the clouds & fires pale rolld round in the night of Enitharmon 08226 Round Albions cliffs & Londons walls; still Enitharmon slept! 08227 Rolling volumes of grey mist involve Churches, Palaces, Towers: 08228 For Urizen unclaspd his Book: feeding his soul with pity 08229 The youth of England hid in gloom curse the paind heavens; compell'd 08230 Into the deadly night to see the form of Albions Angel 08231 Their parents brought them forth & aged ignorance preaches canting, 08232 On a vast rock, perciev'd by those senses that are clos'd from thought: 08233 Bleak, dark, abrupt, it stands & overshadows London city 08234 They saw his boney feet on the rock, the flesh consum'd in flames: 08235 They saw the Serpent temple lifted above, shadowing the Island white: 08236 They heard the voice of Albions Angel howling in flames of Orc, 08237 Seeking the trump of the last doom

08238 Above the rest the howl was heard from Westminster louder & louder: 08239 The Guardian of the secret codes forsook his ancient mansion, 08240 Driven out by the flames of Orc; his furr'd robes & false locks 08241 Adhered and grew one with his flesh, and nerves & veins shot thro' them 08242 With dismal torment sick hanging upon the wind: he fled 08243 Groveling along Great George Street thro' the Park gate; all the soldiers 08244 Fled from his sight; he drag'd his torments to the wilderness.

08245 Thus was the howl thro Europe! 08246 For Orc rejoic'd to hear the howling shadows 08247 But Palamabron shot his lightnings trenching down his wide back 08248 And Rintrah hung with all his legions in the nether deep

08249 Enitharmon laugh'd in her sleep to see (O womans triumph) 08250 Every house a den, every man bound; the shadows are filld 08251 With spectres, and the windows wove over with curses of iron: 08252 Over the doors Thou shalt not; & over the chimneys Fear is written: 08253 With bands of iron round their necks fasten'd into the walls 08254 The citizens: in leaden gyves the inhabitants of suburbs 08255 Walk heavy: soft and bent are the bones of villagers

08256 Between the clouds of Urizen the flames of Orc roll heavy 08257 Around the limbs of Albions Guardian, his flesh consuming. 08258 Howlings & hissings, shrieks & groans, & voices of despair 08259 Arise around him in the cloudy <t188> 08260 Heavens of Albion, Furious

08261 The red limb'd Angel siez'd, in horror and torment; 08262 The Trump of the last doom; but he could not blow the iron tube! 08263 Thrice he assay'd presumptuous to awake the dead to Judgment.

08264 A mighty Spirit leap'd from the land of Albion, 08265 Nam'd Newton; he siez'd the Trump, & blow'd the enormous blast! 08266 Yellow as leaves of Autumn the myriads of Angelic hosts, 08267 Fell thro' the wintry skies seeking their graves; 08268 Rattling their hollow bones in howling and lamentation.

08269 Then Enitharmon woke, nor knew that she had slept <t189> 08270 And eighteen hundred years were fled 08271 As if they had not been 08272 She calld her sons & daughters 08273 To the sports of night, 08274 Within her crystal house; 08275 And thus her song proceeds.

08276 Arise Ethinthus! tho' the earth-worm call; 08277 Let him call in vain; 08278 Till the night of holy shadows 08279 And human solitude is past!

08280 Ethinthus queen of waters, how thou shinest in the sky: 08281 My daughter how do I rejoice! for thy children flock around 08282 Like the gay fishes on the wave, when the cold moon drinks the dew. 08283 Ethinthus! thou art sweet as comforts to my fainting soul: 08284 For now thy waters warble round the feet of Enitharmon.

08285 Manathu-Vorcyon! I behold thee flaming in my halls, 08286 Light of thy mothers soul! I see thy lovely eagles round; 08287 Thy golden wings are my delight, & thy flames of soft delusion.

08288 Where is my lureing bird of Eden! Leutha silent love! 08289 Leutha, the many colourd bow delights upon thy wings: 08290 Soft soul of flowers Leutha! 08291 Sweet smiling pestilence! I see thy blushing light: 08292 Thy daughters many changing, 08293 Revolve like sweet perfumes ascending O Leutha silken queen!

08294 Where is the youthful Antamon. prince of the pearly dew, 08295 O Antamon, why wilt thou leave thy mother Enitharmon?

08296 Alone I see thee crystal form, 08297 Floting upon the bosomd air: 08298 With lineaments of gratified desire. 08299 My Antamon the seven churches of Leutha seek thy love.

08300 I hear the soft Oothoon in Enitharmons tents: 08301 Why wilt thou give up womans secrecy my melancholy child? 08302 Between two moments bliss is ripe: 08303 O Theotormon robb'd of joy, I see thy salt tears flow 08304 Down the steps of my crystal house.

08305 Sotha & Thiralatha, secret dwellers of dreamful caves, 08306 Arise and please the horrent fiend with your melodious songs. 08307 Still all your thunders golden hoofd, & bind your horses black. 08308 Orc! smile upon my children! 08309 Smile son of my afflictions. 08310 Arise O Orc and give our mountains joy of thy red light.

08311 She ceas'd, for All were forth at sport beneath the solemn moon <t190> 08312 Waking the stars of Urizen with their immortal songs, 08313 That nature felt thro' all her pores the enormous revelry, 08314 Till morning ope'd the eastern gate. <t191> 08315 Then every one fled to his station, & Enitharmon wept.

08316 But terrible Orc, when he beheld the morning in the east,

08317 Shot from the heights of Enitharmon; 08318 And in the vineyards of red France appear'd the light of his fury.

08319 The sun glow'd fiery red! 08320 The furious terrors flew around! 08321 On golden chariots raging, with red wheels dropping with blood; 08322 The Lions lash their wrathful tails! 08323 The Tigers couch upon the prey & suck the ruddy tide: 08324 And Enitharmon groans & cries in anguish and dismay.

08325 Then Los arose his head he reard in snaky thunders clad: 08326 And with a cry that shook all nature to the utmost pole, 08327 Call'd all his sons to the strife of blood.

08328 FINIS

08329 THE SONG of LOS <t192>

08330 LAMBETH Printed by W Blake 1795

08331 AFRICA

08332 I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: 08333 He sung it to four harps at the tables of Eternity. 08334 In heart-formed Africa. 08335 Urizen faded! Ariston shudderd! 08336 And thus the Song began

08337 Adam stood in the garden of Eden: 08338 And Noah on the mountains of Ararat; 08339 They saw Urizen give his Laws to the Nations 08340 By the hands of the children of Los.

08341 Adam shudderd! Noah faded! black grew the sunny African 08342 When Rintrah gave Abstract Philosophy to Brama in the East: 08343 (Night spoke to the Cloud! 08344 Lo these Human form'd spirits in smiling hipocrisy. War 08345 Against one another; so let them War on; slaves to the eternal Elements) 08346 Noah shrunk, beneath the waters; 08347 Abram fled in fires from Chaldea; 08348 Moses beheld upon Mount Sinai forms of dark delusion:

08349 To Trismegistus. Palamabron gave an abstract Law: 08350 To Pythagoras Socrates & Plato.

08351 Times rolled on o'er all the sons of Har, time after time 08352 Orc on Mount Atlas howld, chain'd down with the Chain of Jealousy 08353 Then Oothoon hoverd over Judah & Jerusalem 08354 And Jesus heard her voice (a man of sorrows) he recievd 08355 A Gospel from wretched Theotormon.

08356 The human race began to wither, for the healthy built 08357 Secluded places, fearing the joys of Love 08358 And the disease'd only propagated: 08359 So Antamon call'd up Leutha from her valleys of delight: 08360 And to Mahomet a loose Bible gave. 08361 But in the North, to Odin, Sotha gave a Code of War, 08362 Because of Diralada thinking to reclaim his joy.

08363 These were the Churches: Hospitals: Castles: Palaces: 08364 Like nets & gins & traps to catch the joys of Eternity 08365 And all the rest a desart; 08366 Till like a dream Eternity was obliterated & erased.

08367 Since that dread day when Har and Heva fled. 08368 Because their brethren & sisters liv'd in War & Lust; 08369 And as they fled they shrunk 08370 Into two narrow doleful forms: 08371 Creeping in reptile flesh upon 08372 The bosom of the ground: 08373 And all the vast of Nature shrunk 08374 Before their shrunken eyes.

08375 Thus the terrible race of Los & Enitharmon gave 08376 Laws & Religions to the sons of Har binding them more 08377 And more to Earth: closing and restraining: 08378 Till a Philosophy of Five Senses was complete 08379 Urizen wept & gave it into the hands of Newton & Locke

08380 Clouds roll heavy upon the Alps round Rousseau & Voltaire: 08381 And on the mountains of Lebanon round the deceased Gods 08382 Of Asia; & on the desarts of Africa round the Fallen Angels 08383 The Guardian Prince of Albion burns in his nightly tent

08384 ASIA

08385 The Kings of Asia heard 08386 The howl rise up from Europe! 08387 And each ran out from his Web; 08388 From his ancient woven Den; 08389 For the darkness of Asia was startled 08390 At the thick-flaming, thought-creating fires of Orc.

08391 And the Kings of Asia stood 08392 And cried in bitterness of soul.

08393 Shall not the King call for Famine from the heath? 08394 Nor the Priest, for Pestilence from the fen? 08395 To restrain! to dismay! to thin! 08396 The inhabitants of mountain and plain; 08397 In the day, of full-feeding prosperity; 08398 And the night of delicious songs.

08399 Shall not the Councellor throw his curb 08400 Of Poverty on the laborious? 08401 To fix the price of labour; 08402 To invent allegoric riches:

08403 And the privy admonishers of men 08404 Call for fires in the City 08405 For heaps of smoking ruins, 08406 In the night of prosperity & wantonness

08407 To turn man from his path, 08408 To restrain the child from the womb,

08409 To cut off the bread from the city, 08410 That the remnant may learn to obey. 08411 That the pride of the heart may fail; 08412 That the lust of the eyes may be quench'd: 08413 That the delicate ear in its infancy

08414 May be dull'd; and the nostrils clos'd up; 08415 To teach mortal worms the path 08416 That leads from the gates of the Grave.

08417 Urizen heard them cry! 08418 And his shudd'ring waving wings 08419 Went enormous above the red flames 08420 Drawing clouds of despair thro' the heavens 08421 Of Europe as he went: 08422 And his Books of brass iron & gold 08423 Melted over the land as he flew,

08424 Heavy-waving, howling, weeping.

08425 And he stood over Judea: 08426 And stay'd in his ancient place: 08427 And stretch'd his clouds over Jerusalem;

08428 For Adam, a mouldering skeleton 08429 Lay bleach'd on the garden of Eden; 08430 And Noah as white as snow 08431 On the mountains of Ararat.

08432 Then the thunders of Urizen bellow'd aloud 08433 From his woven darkness above.

08434 Orc raging in European darkness 08435 Arose like a pillar of fire above the Alps 08436 Like a serpent of fiery flame! 08437 The sullen Earth 08438 Shrunk!

08439 Forth from the dead dust rattling bones to bones 08440 Join: shaking convuls'd the shivring clay breathes 08441 And all flesh naked stands: Fathers and Friends; 08442 Mothers & Infants; Kings & Warriors:

08443 The Grave shrieks with delight, & shakes 08444 Her hollow womb, & clasps the solid stem: 08445 Her bosom swells with wild desire: 08446 And milk & blood & glandous wine

08447 In rivers rush & shout & dance, 08448 On mountain, dale and plain. 08449 The SONG of LOS is Ended. 08450 Urizen Wept.

08451 THE BOOK of AHANIA <t209>

08452 LAMBETH Printed by W Blake 1795

08453 AHANIA 08454 Chap: Ist

08455 1: Fuzon, on a chariot iron-wing'd 08456 On spiked flames rose; his hot visage 08457 Flam'd furious! sparkles his hair & beard 08458 Shot down his wide bosom and shoulders. 08459 On clouds of smoke rages his chariot 08460 And his right hand burns red in its cloud 08461 Moulding into a vast globe, his wrath 08462 As the thunder-stone is moulded. 08463 Son of Urizens silent burnings

08464 2: Shall we worship this Demon of smoke, 08465 Said Fuzon, this abstract non-entity 08466 This cloudy God seated on waters 08467 Now seen, now obscur'd; King of sorrow?

08468 3: So he spoke, in a fiery flame, 08469 On Urizen frowning indignant, 08470 The Globe of wrath shaking on high 08471 Roaring with fury, he threw 08472 The howling Globe: burning it flew 08473 Lengthning into a hungry beam. Swiftly

08474 4: Oppos'd to the exulting flam'd beam 08475 The broad Disk of Urizen upheav'd 08476 Across the Void many a mile.

08477 5: It was forg'd in mills where the winter 08478 Beats incessant; ten winters the disk 08479 Unremitting endur'd the cold hammer.

08480 6: But the strong arm that sent it, remember'd 08481 The sounding beam; laughing it tore through 08482 That beaten mass: keeping its direction 08483 The cold loins of Urizen dividing.

08484 7: Dire shriek'd his invisible Lust 08485 Deep groan'd Urizen! stretching his awful hand 08486 Ahania (so name his parted soul) 08487 He siez'd on his mountains of jealousy. 08488 He groand anguishd & called her Sin,

08489 Kissing her and weeping over her; 08490 Then hid her in darkness in silence; 08491 Jealous tho' she was invisible.

08492 8: She fell down a faint shadow wandring 08493 In chaos and circling dark Urizen, 08494 As the moon anguishd circles the earth; 08495 Hopeless! abhorrd! a death-shadow, 08496 Unseen, unbodied, unknown, 08497 The mother of Pestilence.

08498 9: But the fiery beam of Fuzon 08499 Was a pillar of fire to Egypt 08500 Five hundred years wandring on earth 08501 Till Los siezd it and beat in a mass 08502 With the body of the sun.

08503 Chap: II:d

08504 1: But the forehead of Urizen gathering, 08505 And his eyes pale with anguish, his lips 08506 Blue & changing; in tears and bitter 08507 Contrition he prepar'd his Bow,

08508 2: Form'd of Ribs: that in his dark solitude 08509 When obscur'd in his forests fell monsters, 08510 Arose. For his dire Contemplations 08511 Rush'd down like floods from his mountains 08512 In torrents of mud settling thick 08513 With Eggs of unnatural production 08514 Forthwith hatching; some howl'd on his hills 08515 Some in vales; some aloft flew in air

08516 3: Of these: an enormous dread Serpent 08517 Scaled and poisonous horned 08518 Approach'd Urizen even to his knees 08519 As he sat on his dark rooted Oak.

08520 4: With his horns he push'd furious. 08521 Great the conflict & great the jealousy 08522 In cold poisons: but Urizen smote him

08523 5: First he poison'd the rocks with his blood 08524 Then polish'd his ribs, and his sinews 08525 Dried; laid them apart till winter; 08526 Then a Bow black prepar'd; on this Bow, 08527 A poisoned rock plac'd in silence: 08528 He utter'd these words to the Bow.

08529 6: O Bow of the clouds of secresy! 08530 O nerve of that lust form'd monster! 08531 Send this rock swift, invisible thro' 08532 The black clouds, on the bosom of Fuzon

08533 7: So saying, In torment of his wounds, 08534 He bent the enormous ribs slowly; 08535 A circle of darkness! then fixed 08536 The sinew in its rest: then the Rock 08537 Poisonous source! plac'd with art, lifting difficult 08538 Its weighty bulk: silent the rock lay.

08539 8: While Fuzon his tygers unloosing 08540 Thought Urizen slain by his wrath. 08541 I am God. said he, eldest of things!

08542 9: Sudden sings the rock, swift & invisible 08543 0n Fuzon flew, enter'd his bosom; 08544 His beautiful visage, his tresses, 08545 That gave light to the mornings of heaven 08546 Were smitten with darkness, deform'd 08547 And outstretch'd on the edge of the forest

08548 10: But the rock fell upon the Earth, 08549 Mount Sinai, in Arabia.

08550 Chap: III:

08551 1: The Globe shook; and Urizen seated 08552 On black clouds his sore wound anointed 08553 The ointment flow'd down on the void 08554 Mix'd with blood; here the snake gets her poison

08555 2: With difficulty & great pain; Urizen 08556 Lifted on high the dead corse: 08557 On his shoulders he bore it to where 08558 A Tree hung over the Immensity

08559 3: For when Urizen shrunk away 08560 From Eternals, he sat on a rock 08561 Barren; a rock which himself 08562 From redounding fancies had petrified 08563 Many tears fell on the rock, 08564 Many sparks of vegetation; 08565 Soon shot the pained root 08566 Of Mystery, under his heel: 08567 It grew a thick tree; he wrote 08568 In silence his book of iron:

08569 Till the horrid plant bending its boughs 08570 Grew to roots when it felt the earth 08571 And again sprung to many a tree.

08572 4: Amaz'd started Urizen! when 08573 He beheld himself compassed round 08574 And high roofed over with trees 08575 He arose but the stems stood so thick 08576 He with difficulty and great pain 08577 Brought his Books, all but the Book

08578 Of iron, from the dismal shade

08579 5: The Tree still grows over the Void 08580 Enrooting itself all around 08581 An endless labyrinth of woe!

08582 6: The corse of his first begotten 08583 On the accursed Tree of MYSTERY: 08584 On the topmost stem of this Tree 08585 Urizen nail'd Fuzons corse.

08586 Chap: IV:

08587 1: Forth flew the arrows of pestilence 08588 Round the pale living Corse on the tree

08589 2: For in Urizens slumbers of abstraction 08590 In the infinite ages of Eternity: 08591 When his Nerves of joy melted & flow'd 08592 A white Lake on the dark blue air 08593 In perturb'd pain and dismal torment 08594 Now stretching out, now swift conglobing.

08595 3: Effluvia vapor'd above 08596 In noxious clouds; these hover'd thick 08597 Over the disorganiz'd Immortal, 08598 Till petrific pain scurfd o'er the Lakes 08599 As the bones of man, solid & dark

08600 4: The clouds of disease hover'd wide 08601 Around the Immortal in torment 08602 Perching around the hurtling bones 08603 Disease on disease, shape on shape, 08604 Winged screaming in blood & torment.

08605 5: The Eternal Prophet beat on his anvils 08606 Enrag'd in the desolate darkness

08607 He forg'd nets of iron around 08608 And Los threw them around the bones

08609 6: The shapes screaming flutter'd vain 08610 Some combin'd into muscles & glands 08611 Some organs for caving and lust 08612 Most remain'd on the tormented void: 08613 Urizens army of horrors.

08614 7: Round the pale living Corse on the Tree 08615 Forty years flew the arrows of pestilence

08616 8: Wailing and terror and woe 08617 Ran thro' all his dismal world: 08618 Forty years all his sons & daughters 08619 Felt their skulls harden; then Asia 08620 Arose in the pendulous deep.

08621 9: They reptilize upon the Earth.

08622 10: Fuzon groand on the Tree.

08623 Chap: V

08624 1: The lamenting voice of Ahania 08625 Weeping upon the void. 08626 And round the Tree of Fuzon: 08627 Distant in solitary night 08628 Her voice was heard, but no form 08629 Had she: but her tears from clouds 08630 Eternal fell round the Tree

08631 2: And the voice cried: Ah Urizen! Love! 08632 Flower of morning! I weep on the verge 08633 Of Non-entity; how wide the Abyss 08634 Between Ahania and thee!

08635 3: I lie on the verge of the deep. 08636 I see thy dark clouds ascend, 08637 I see thy black forests and floods, 08638 A horrible waste to my eyes!

08639 4: Weeping I walk over rocks 08640 Over dens & thro' valleys of death 08641 Why didst thou despise Ahania 08642 To cast me from thy bright presence 08643 Into the World of Loneness

08644 5: I cannot touch his hand: 08645 Nor weep on his knees, nor hear

08646 His voice & bow, nor see his eyes 08647 And joy, nor hear his footsteps, and 08648 My heart leap at the lovely sound! 08649 I cannot kiss the place 08650 Whereon his bright feet have trod,

08651 But I wander on the rocks 08652 With hard necessity.

08653 6: Where is my golden palace 08654 Where my ivory bed 08655 Where the joy of my morning hour 08656 Where the sons of eternity, singing

08657 7: To awake bright Urizen my king! 08658 To arise to the mountain sport, 08659 To the bliss of eternal valleys:

08660 8: To awake my king in the morn! 08661 To embrace Ahanias joy 08662 On the bredth of his pen bosom: 08663 From my soft cloud of dew to fall 08664 In showers of life on his harvests.

08665 9: When he gave my happy soul 08666 To the sons of eternal joy: 08667 When he took the daughters of life. 08668 Into my chambers of love:

08669 10: When I found babes of bliss on my beds. 08670 And bosoms of milk in my chambers 08671 Fill'd with eternal seed 08672 O! eternal births sung round Ahania 08673 In interchange sweet of their joys.

08674 11: Swell'd with ripeness & fat with fatness 08675 Bursting on winds my odors, 08676 My ripe figs and rich pomegranates 08677 In infant joy at thy feet 08678 O Urizen, sported and sang;

08679 12: Then thou with thy lap full of seed 08680 With thy hand full of generous fire 08681 Walked forth from the clouds of morning 08682 On the virgins of springing joy, 08683 On the human soul to cast 08684 The seed of eternal science.

08685 13: The sweat poured down thy temples 08686 To Ahania return'd in evening

08687 The moisture awoke to birth 08688 My mothers-joys, sleeping in bliss.

08689 14: But now alone over rocks, mountains 08690 Cast out from thy lovely bosom: 08691 Cruel jealousy! selfish fear! 08692 Self-destroying: how can delight, 08693 Renew in these chains of darkness 08694 Where bones of beasts are strown 08695 On the bleak and snowy mountains 08696 Where bones from the birth are buried 08697 Before they see the light.

08698 FINIS

08699 THE BOOK of LOS <t210>

08700 LAMBETH Printed by W Blake 1795

08701 LOS

08702 Chap. I

08703 1: Eno aged Mother, 08704 Who the chariot of Leutha guides, 08705 Since the day of thunders in old time

08706 2: Sitting beneath the eternal Oak 08707 Trembled and shook the stedfast Earth 08708 And thus her speech broke forth.

08709 3: O Times remote! 08710 When Love & joy were adoration: 08711 And none impure were deem'd. 08712 Not Eyeless Covet 08713 Nor Thin-lip'd Envy 08714 Nor Bristled Wrath 08715 Nor Curled Wantonness

08716 4: But Covet was poured full: 08717 Envy fed with fat of lambs: 08718 Wrath with lions gore: 08719 Wantonness lulld to sleep 08720 With the virgins lute, 08721 Or sated with her love.

08722 5: Till Covet broke his locks & bars, 08723 And slept with open doors: 08724 Envy sung at the rich mans feast: 08725 Wrath was follow'd up and down 08726 By a little ewe lamb 08727 And Wantoness on his own true love 08728 Begot a giant race:

08729 6: Raging furious the flames of desire 08730 Ran thro' heaven & earth, living flames 08731 Intelligent, organiz'd: arm'd 08732 With destruction & plagues. In the midst 08733 The Eternal Prophet bound in a chain 08734 Compell'd to watch Urizens shadow

08735 7: Rag'd with curses & sparkles of fury 08736 Round the flames roll as Los hurls his chains 08737 Mounting up from his fury, condens'd 08738 Rolling round & round, mounting on high 08739 Into vacuum: into non-entity. 08740 Where nothing was! dash'd wide apart 08741 His feet stamp the eternal fierce-raging 08742 Rivers of wide flame; they roll round 08743 And round on all sides making their way 08744 Into darkness and shadowy obscurity

08745 8: Wide apart stood the fires: Los remain'd 08746 In the void between fire and fire[.] 08747 In trembling and horror they beheld him 08748 They stood wide apart, driv'n by his hands 08749 And his feet which the nether abyss 08750 Stamp'd in fury and hot indignation

08751 9: But no light from the fires all was

08752 Darkness round Los: heat was not; for bound up 08753 Into fiery spheres from his fur 08754 The gigantic flames trembled and hid

08755 10: Coldness, darkness, obstruction, a Solid 08756 Without fluctuation, hard as adamant 08757 Black as marble of Egypt; impenetrable 08758 Bound in the fierce raging Immortal, 08759 And the seperated fires froze in 08760 A vast solid without fluctuation, 08761 Bound in his expanding clear senses

08762 Chap: II

08763 1: The Immortal stood frozen amidst 08764 The vast rock of eternity; times 08765 And times; a night of vast durance: 08766 Impatient, stifled, stiffend, hardned.

08767 2: Till impatience no longer could bear 08768 The hard bondage, rent: rent, the vast solid 08769 With a crash from immense to immense

08770 3: Crack'd across into numberless fragments 08771 The Prophetic wrath, strug'ling for vent 08772 Hurls apart, stamping furious to dust 08773 And crumbling with bursting sobs; heaves 08774 The black marble on high into fragments

08775 4: Hurl'd apart on all sides, as a falling 08776 Rock: the innumerable fragments away 08777 Fell asunder; and horrible vacuum 08778 Beneath him & on all sides round.

08779 5: Falling, falling! Los fell & fell 08780 Sunk precipitant heavy down down 08781 Times on times, night on night, day on day 08782 Truth has bounds. Error none: falling, falling: 08783 Years on years, and ages on ages 08784 Still he fell thro' the void, still a void 08785 Found for falling day & night without end. 08786 For tho' day or night was not; their spaces 08787 Were measurd by his incessant whirls 08788 In the horrid vacuity bottomless.

08789 6: The Immortal revolving; indignant 08790 First in wrath threw his limbs, like the babe 08791 New born into our world: wrath subsided 08792 And contemplative thoughts first arose 08793 Then aloft his head rear'd in the Abyss 08794 And his downward-borne fall. chang'd oblique

08795 7: Many ages of groans: till there grew 08796 Branchy forms. organizing the Human 08797 Into finite inflexible organs.

08798 8: Till in process from falling he bore 08799 Sidelong on the purple air, wafting 08800 The weak breeze in efforts oerwearied

08801 9: Incessant the falling Mind labour'd 08802 Organizing itself: till the Vacuum 08803 Became element, pliant to rise,

08804 Or to fall, or to swim, or to fly: 08805 With ease searching the dire vacuity

08806 Chap: III 08807 1: The Lungs heave incessant, dull and heavy 08808 For as yet were all other parts formless 08809 Shiv'ring: clinging around like a cloud 08810 Dim & glutinous as the white Polypus 08811 Driv'n by waves & englob'd on the tide.

08812 2: And the unformed part crav'd repose 08813 Sleep began: the Lungs heave on the wave 08814 Weary overweigh'd, sinking beneath 08815 In a stifling black fluid he woke

08816 3: He arose on the waters, but soon 08817 Heavy falling his organs like roots 08818 Shooting out from the seed, shot beneath, 08819 And a vast world of waters around him 08820 In furious torrents began.

08821 4: Then he sunk, & around his spent Lungs 08822 Began intricate pipes that drew in 08823 The spawn of the waters. Outbranching

08824 An immense Fibrous form, stretching out 08825 Thro' the bottoms of immensity raging.

08826 5: He rose on the floods: then he smote 08827 The wild deep with his terrible wrath, 08828 Seperating the heavy and thin.

08829 6: Down the heavy sunk; cleaving around 08830 To the fragments of solid: up rose 08831 The thin, flowing round the fierce fires 08832 That glow'd furious in the expanse.

08833 Chap: IV:

08834 I: Then Light first began; from the fires 08835 Beams, conducted by fluid so pure . 08836 Flow'd around the Immense: Los beheld 08837 Forthwith writhing upon the dark void 08838 The Back bone of Urizen appear 08839 Hurtling upon the wind 08840 Like a serpent! like an iron chain 08841 Whirling about in the Deep.

08842 2: Upfolding his Fibres together 08843 To a Form of impregnable strength 08844 Los astonish'd and terrified, built 08845 Furnaces; he formed an Anvil 08846 A Hammer of adamant then began 08847 The binding of Urizen day and night

08848 3: Circling round the dark Demon, with howlings 08849 Dismay & sharp blightings; the Prophet 08850 Of Eternity beat on his iron links

08851 4: And first from those infinite fires 08852 The light that flow'd down on the winds 08853 He siez'd; beating incessant, condensing 08854 The subtil particles in an Orb.

08855 5: Roaring indignant the bright sparks 08856 Endur'd the vast Hammer; but unwearied 08857 Los beat on the Anvil; till glorious 08858 An immense Orb of fire he fram'd

08859 6: Oft he quench'd it beneath in the Deeps 08860 Then surveyd the all bright mass. Again 08861 Siezing fires from the terrific Orbs 08862 He heated the round Globe, then beat[,] 08863 While roaring his Furnaces endur'd 08864 The chaind Orb in their infinite wombs

08865 7: Nine ages completed their circles 08866 When Los heated the glowing mass, casting 08867 It down into the Deeps: the Deeps fled 08868 Away in redounding smoke; the Sun 08869 Stood self-balanc'd. And Los smild with joy. 08870 He the vast Spine of Urizen siez'd 08871 And bound down to the glowing illusion

08872 8: But no light, for the Deep fled away 08873 On all sides, and left an unform'd 08874 Dark vacuity: here Urizen lay 08875 In fierce torments on his glowing bed

08876 9: Till his Brain in a rock, & his Heart 08877 In a fleshy slough formed four rivers 08878 Obscuring the immense Orb of fire 08879 Flowing down into night: till a Form 08880 Was completed, a Human Illusion 08881 In darkness and deep clouds involvd.

08882 The End of the 08883 Book of LOS

08884 [To] G[eorge] Cumberland Esqr Bishopsgate 08885 near Egham, Surrey

08886 Lambeth, 6 Decembr 1795 [Postmark: 10 December] 08887 Dear Sir 08888 I congratulate you not on any atchievement. because I 08889 know. that the Genius that produces. these Designs can execute 08890 them in any manner. notwithstanding the pretended Philosophy 08891 which teaches that Execution is the power of One & Invention of 08892 Another--Locke says it i[s the] same faculty that 08893 Invents Judges, & I say he who can Invent can Execute.

08894 As to laying on the Wax it is as follows 08895 Take a cake of Virgins wax <([if it can be found] [if 08896 such be]< I dont know what animal produces it>)> & stroke it 08897 regularly over the surface of a warm Plate. (the Plate must be 08898 warm enough to melt the Wax as it passes over) then immediately 08899 draw a feather over it & you will get all even surface which when 08900 cold will recieve any impression minutely 08901 Note The danger is in not covering the PlateAll 08902 ove 08903 Now You will I hope shew all the family of Antique Borers, 08904 that Peace & Plenty & Domestic Happiness is the Source of Sublime 08905 Art, & prove to the Abstract Philosophers--that Enjoyment & not 08906 Abstinence is the food of Intellect. 08907 Yours sincerely 08908 WILL BLAKE 08909 Health to Mr Cumberland & Family 08910 The pressure necessary to roll off the lines is the same 08911 as when you print, or not quite so great. I have not been able 08912 to send a proof of the bath tho I have done the corrections. my 08913 paper not being in order.

08914 Lambeth 23 Decembr 1796 a Merry Christmas

08915 Dear Cumberland 08916 I have lately had some pricks of conscience on account of 08917 not acknowledging your friendship to me [before] 08918 immediately on the reciet of your. beautiful book. I have 08919 likewise had by me all the summer 6 Plates which you desired me 08920 to get made for you. they have laid on my shelf. without speaking 08921 to tell me whose they were or that they were [there] at 08922 all & it was some time (when I found them) before I could divine 08923 whence they came or whither they were bound or whether they were 08924 to lie there to eternity. I have now sent them to you to be 08925 transmuted, thou real Alchymist! 08926 Go on Go on. such works as yours Nature & Providence the 08927 Eternal Parents demand from their children how few produce them 08928 in such perfection how Nature smiles on them. how Providence 08929 rewards them. How all your Brethren say, The sound of his harp 08930 & his flute heard from his secret forest chears us to the labours 08931 of life. & we plow & reap forgetting our labour 08932 Let us see you sometimes as well as sometimes hear from you 08933 & let us often See your Works 08934 Compliments to Mr Cumberland & Family 08935 Yours in head & heart 08936 WILL BLAKE

08937 Wait Sisters 08938 Tho all is Lost

08939 Death & Hell 08940 Team with Life

08941 a Flaming Sword 08942 Revolving every way

08943 Which is the Way 08944 The Right or the Left

08945 The Book of my Remembrance

08946 Eternally I labour on

08947 Does the Soul labour thus 08948 In the Caverns of The Grave

08949 Frozen doors to mock 08950 The World: while they within torments uplock

08951 Annotation to Young's Night Thoughts <t1496>

08952 PLATO / De / Animae / Immortali/-tate-- 08953 Cicero / De Nat: Deor: 08954 Plutarchi / Char: Bk: 08955 Lock / on / human / under


08957 Around the Springs of Gray my wild root weaves 08958 Traveller repose & Dream among my leaves.

08959 --WILL. BLAKE

08960 To Mrs Ann Flaxman <t1217> 08961 A little Flower grew in a lonely Vale 08962 Its form was lovely but its colours. pale 08963 One standing in the Porches of the Sun 08964 When his Meridian Glories were begun 08965 Leapd from the steps of fire & on the grass 08966 Alighted where this little flower was 08967 With hands divine he movd the gentle Sod 08968 And took the Flower up in its native Clod 08969 Then planting it upon a Mountains brow 08970 'Tis your own fault if you dont flourish now


08972 Ode on the Spring 08973 Design 08974 1. The Pindaric Genius recieving his Lyre 08975 2. Gray writing his Poems 08976 3. The Purple Year awaking from the Roots of Nature. 08977 & The Hours suckling their Flowery Infants 08978 4. "With me the Muse shall sit & think 08979 At ease reclind in rustic. state" 08980 5. "Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance 08981 Or chilld by Age" 08982 6. Summer Flies reproaching the Poet

08983 Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat 08984 Design. 08985 1. "Midst the tide 08986 Two Angel forms were seen to glide" 08987 2. "Demurest of the Tabby kind" 08988 3. "The pensive Selima 08989 Her Ears of Jet & Emrald Eyes 08990 She saw & purr'd applause" 08991 4. "Still had she gazd but midst the tide 08992 Two Angel forms were seen to glide. 08993 The hapless nymph with wonder saw 08994 A Whisker first & then a Claw &c" 08995 5. "Malignant Fate sat by & smild 08996 The slippery verge her feet beguild 08997 She tumbled headlong in" 08998 6. "Nine times emerging from the flood 08999 "She mew'd to every watry God"

09000 Ode on a distant prospect of Eton College Design 09001 1. Windsor terrace. a Boy contemplating a distant view of 09002 Eton College. 09003 2. A Boy flying a Kite 09004 3. Two Boys wandering in the woods by Eton College. The 09005 Shade of Henry the Sixth is seen among the trees. 09006 "Henry's holy shade." line 4 09007 4. "Say Father Thames for thou hast seen 09008 Full many a sprightly race 09009 Who foremost &/c" 09010 5. "The captive linnet" 09011 The rolling circle" 09012 murmuring labours" &/c 09013 6. Yet see how all around them wait . . . 09014 The vultures of the Mind 09015 7. Ambition this shall tempt to rise 09016 Then whirl the wretch from high &/c 09017 8. Lo in the Vale of Years beneath 09018 The painful family of Death 09019 9. Where Ignorance is bliss 09020 Tis folly to be wise 09021 10. Boys playing at Top.

09022 A Long Story 09023 Design 09024 1. A circular Dance 09025 2. Fairies riding on Flies 09026 3. "An ancient Pile of Bui[l]ding which 09027 Employd the power of Fairy hands" 09028 4. "The Seals & Maces dancd before him" 09029 5. "A brace of warriors" 09030 6. "Bewitchd the children of the Peasants" 09031 7. "Upstairs in a whirlwind rattle" 09032 8. "Out of the window whisk they flew" 09033 9. "At the Chapel door stand centry" 09034 10. "A sudden fit of ague shook him" 09035 11. "My Lady rose & with a grace 09036 She smild & bid him come to dinner"

09037 12. "Guard us from long winded lubbers 09038 That to Eternity would sing 09039 And keep my Lady from her rubbers"

09040 Ode to Adversity 09041 Design 09042 1. A Widower & children 09043 2. Grief among the roots of trees 09044 3. "Purple tyrant vainly groans" 09045 4. "Stern rugged Nurse" 09046 Virtue Nursd in the Lap of Adversity 09047 5. "In thy Gorgon terrors clad 09048 Screaming horrors funeral cry 09049 Despair & Fell Disease & ghastly Poverty" 09050 6. "Oh gently on thy suppliants head 09051 Dread Goddess lay thy chastening hand"

09052 The Progress of Poesy

09053 1. The Beginning of Poesy. The blind begging Bard 09054 2. Study 09055 3. "The Laughing flowers that round them blow" 09056 Drink life & fragrance as they flow 09057 4. "Perching on the Scepterd hand 09058 Of Jove, thy magic lulls the featherd king" 09059 5. "Cythereas Day." 09060 6. "Hyperions march they spy & glittering shafts of war" 09061 7. "Shaggy forms oer Ice built mountains roam" 09062 8. "Alike they scorn the pomp of Tyrant power 09063 And coward Vice that revels in her chains 09064 9. "To him the mighty Mother did unveil 09065 Her awful Face" 09066 10. "Dryden. 09067 "Bright Eyd Fancy hovering o'er" 09068 Oft before his Infant eyes would run 09069 Such forms as glitter in the Muses ray 09070 12. A Muse.

09071 The Bard.

09072 1. A Welch Bard. 09073 2. The Slaughterd Bards, taken from the line 09074 "The famishd Eagle screams & passes by" Page 98. 09075 3. The Bard weaving Edwards fate 09076 4. Edward & his Queen & Nobles astonishd at the Bards Song 09077 5. "Hark how each Giant Oak & Desart Cave 09078 Sigh to the Torrents awful voice beneath" 09079 6. "On yonder cliffs. "I see them Sit" 09080 7. "Oer thy country hangs" The scourge of heaven" 09081 8. The Whirlwind. "Hushd in grim repose" 09082 9. "Fell thirst & Famine scowl 09083 A baleful smile upon their baffled guest" 09084 10. The death of Edwards Queen Eleanor from this line 09085 "Half of thy heart we consecrate" 09086 11. Elizabeth. "Girt with many a Baron bold" 09087 12. Spenser Creating his Fairies. 09088 13. "Headlong from the Mountains height 09089 Deep in the roaring tide he plungd to endless night" 09090 14. A poor Goatherd in Wales.--

09091 The Fatal Sisters

09092 1. The Three Fatal Sisters 09093 2. A Muse 09094 3. Sigtryg with the Silken beard 09095 4. "Persons of Horseback riding full speed toward a hill 09096 & seeming to Enter into it 09097 5. "Iron sleet of arrowy shower 09098 Hurtles in the darkend air" 09099 6. "Shafts for shuttle dyed in gore 09100 Shoot the trembling cords along" 09101 7. "We the reins to Slaughter give" 09102 8. The Fatal Sisters riding thro the Battle. they are calld in 09103 Some Northern poems "Choosers of the Slain" 09104 9. "Hurry Hurry to the field" 09105 10. A Battle.

09106 The Descent of Odin 09107 1. The Serpent who girds the Earth 09108 2. Spectres 09109 3. "Him the Dog of Darkness spied" 09110 4. "Right against the eastern gate 09111 By the moss grown Pile he sat." 09112 5. The Prophetess Rising from her Grave 09113 6. "Tis the Drink of Balder bold" 09114 7. "A wondrous boy shall Rinda bear 09115 Who neer shall comb his raven hair 09116 Nor wash his visage in the stream 09117 Till he on Hoders corse shall smile" 09118 8. "Ha! No traveller art thou 09119 King of Men I know thee Now" 09120 9. "Hie thee hence" 09121 10. The Serpent & the Wolvish Dog. two terrors in the Northern 09122 Mythology

09123 The Triumphs of Owen

09124 1. A Standard bearer fainting in the routed battle 09125 2. A [xxxx] <Festal> board 09126 3. The Bard singing Owens praise 09127 4. "Dauntless on his native sands 09128 The Dragon son of Mona stands" 09129 5. "Fear to Stop & Shame to fly" 09130 6. The liberal Man inviting the traveller into his house

09131 Ode for Music.

09132 1. Fame. 09133 2. A bird singing 09134 3. A Genius driving away "Comus & his midnight crew" 09135 4. Milton struck the corded Shell 09136 Newtons self bends from his state sublime

09137 5. "I wood the gleam of Cynthia silver bright 09138 Where willowy Comus lingers with delight" 09139 6. "Great Edward with the lillies on his brow 09140 To hail the festal morning come" 09141 7. "Leaning from her golden cloud 09142 The venerable Margaret" 09143 8. "The Laureate wreathe" 09144 9. "Nor fear the rocks nor seek the Shore" 09145 10. Fame.

09146 Epitaph

09147 1. The mourner at the tomb 09148 2. Her infant image here below 09149 Sits smiling on a Fathers woe

09150 Elegy

09151 1. The author writing 09152 2. Contemplation among Tombs 09153 3. "The Plowman homeward plods his weary way 09154 And leaves the world to darkness & to me" 09155 4. "For him no more the blazing hearth shall burn 09156 Nor children run to lisp their sires return" 09157 5. "Oft did the Harvest to their sickle yield" 09158 6. "Chill penury repressd their noble rage" 09159 7. "Some Village Hampden that with dauntless breast 09160 The little Tyrant of his Fields withstood" 09161 8. "Many a holy text around she strews" 09162 9. "Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate 09163 Haply some hoary beaded swain may say 09164 Oft &c" 09165 10. "Slow thro the Churchway path we saw him borne" 09166 11. A Shepherd reading the Epitaph 09167 12. A Spirit conducted to Paradise

09168 <DUST THOU ART / HERE LIETH / Wm BLAKE / Age 1000

09169 Annotations to An Apology for the Bible <t1467>

09170 by R. Watson, Bishop of Landaff. London, 1797

09171 Notes on the B[ishop] of L[andaff]'s Apology for the Bible by 09172 William Blake

09173 To defend the Bible in this year 1798 would cost a man his 09174 life 09175 The Beast & the Whore rule without controls <t1468>

09176 It is an easy matter for a Bishop to triumph over Paines 09177 attack but it is not so easy for one who loves the Bible 09178 The Perversions of Christs words & acts are attackd by Paine 09179 &also the perversions of the Bible; Who dare defend 09180 [them] either the Acts of Christ or the Bible 09181 Unperverted? 09182 But to him who sees this mortal pilgrimage in the light that 09183 I see it. Duty to [my] <his> country is the first 09184 consideration &safety the last 09185 Read patiently take not up this Book in all idle hour the 09186 consideration of these things is the [ent(ire)] whole 09187 duty of man &the affairs of life & death trifles sports of time 09188 <But> these considerations business of Eternity 09189 I have been commanded from Hell not to print this as it is 09190 what our Enemies wish


09192 PAGE [iii]. . . the deistical writings of Mr. Paine are 09193 circulated . . . amongst the unlearned part of the community, 09194 especially in large manufacturing towns; . . . this Defence of 09195 Revealed Religion might. . . be efficacious in stopping that 09196 torrent of infidelity which endangers alike the future happiness 09197 of individuals, and the present safety of all christian states. . . . 09198 Paine has not Attacked Christianity. Watson has defended Antichrist.

09199 PAGE [iv] 09200 Read the XXIII Chap of Matthew & then condemn Paines hatred 09201 of Priests if you dare

09202 [Books by Bishop Watson] 7. The Wisdom and Goodness of God, 09203 in having made both RICH and POOR; a Sermon. . . . 09204 God made Man happy & Rich but the Subtil made the innocent 09205 Poor 09206 This must be a most wicked & blasphemous book

09207 LETTER I

09208 PAGE [1] 09209 If this first Letter is written without Railing & 09210 Illiberality I have never read one that is. To me it is all 09211 Daggers & Poison. the sting of the serpent is in every Sentence 09212 as well as the glittering Dissimulation Achilles' wrath is blunt 09213 abuse Thersites' sly insinuation Such is the Bishops If such is 09214 the characteristic of a modern polite gentleman we may hope to 09215 see Christs discourses Expung'd 09216 I have not the Charity for the Bishop that he pretends to 09217 have for Paine. I believe him to be a State trickster

09218 THE AGE OF REASON, part the second, . . . Extraordinary . . 09219 . not from any novelty in the objections which you have 09220 produced against revealed religion, (for I find little 09221 or no novelty in them,) . . . 09222 Dishonest Misrepresentation

09223 I give you credit for your sincerity, how much soever . . . I 09224 may question your wisdom. . . . 09225 Priestly Impudence

09226 . . . I . . . lament, that these talents have not been 09227 applied in a manner more useful to human kind, and more 09228 creditable to yourself 09229 Contemptible Falshood & Detraction

09230 I hope there is no want of charity in saying, that it would 09231 have been fortunate for the christian world, had your life 09232 been terminated before you had fulfilled your intention 09233 Presumptuous Murderer dost thou O Priest wish thy brothers 09234 death when God has preserved him

09235 . . . you will have unsettled the faith of thousands; . . . 09236 you will have given the reins to the domination of every passion, 09237 and have thereby contributed to the introduction of the public 09238 insecurity, and of the private unhappiness usually and almost 09239 necessarily accompanying a state of corrupted morals. 09240 Mr Paine has not extinguishd & cannot Extinguish Moral 09241 rectitude. he has Extinguishd Superstition which took the Place 09242 of Moral Rectitude what has Moral Rectitude to do with Opinions 09243 concerning historical fact

09244 [p 2] . . . absolution, as practised in the church of Rome, 09245 . . . I cannot, with you, attribute the guillotine-massacres* to 09246 that cause.

09247 To what does the Bishop attribute the English Crusade 09248 against France. is it not to State Religion. blush for shame

09249 Men's minds were not prepared . . . for the commission of . 09250 . .crimes, by any doctrines of the church of Rome . . .but 09251 by their not thoroughly believing even that religion. What may 09252 not society expect from those, who shall imbibe the principles of 09253 your book 09254 Folly & Impudence! [Can] <Does> the thorough belief 09255 of Popery hinder crimes or can the man who writes the latter 09256 sentiment be in the good humour the bishop Pretends to be. If we 09257 are to expect crimes from Paine & his followers. are we to 09258 believe that Bishops do not Rail I should Expect that the man 09259 who wrote this sneaking sentence would be as good an inquisitor 09260 as any other Priest

09261 What is conscience? . . . an internal monitor implanted in 09262 us by the Supreme Being, and dictating . . . what is 09263 right or wrong? Or is it merely our own judgment of the 09264 moral rectitude or turpitude of our own actions? I take the word 09265 (with Mr. Locke) in the latter, as in the only intelligible sense. 09266 Conscience in those that have it is unequivocal, it is the 09267 voice of God Our judgment of right & wrong is Reason I believe 09268 that the Bishop laught at the Bible in his slieve & so did Locke

09269 . . . it can be no criterion of moral* rectitude, even when 09270 it is certain, . . . 09271 If Conscience is not a Criterion of Moral Rectitude What is it? 09272 He who thinks that Honesty is changeable knows nothing about it

09273 because the certainty of an opinion is no proof. . . . 09274 Virtue is not Opinion

09275 [p 3] . . . [not] that he will, in obeying the dictates of 09276 his conscience, <dag>on all occasions act right. 09277 <dag>Always, or the Bible is false

09278 An inquisitor . . . a Robespierre . . . a robber . . . a 09279 thousand perpetrators of different crimes, may all followthe 09280 dictates of conscience. . . 09281 Contemptible Falshood & Wickedness

09282 . . . their conscientious composure can be no proof to 09283 others of the rectitude of their principles, . . . 09284 Virtue & honesty or the dictates of Conscience are of no 09285 doubtful Signification to any one 09286 Opinion is one Thing. Princip[le] another. No Man can 09287 change his Principles Every Man changes his opinions. He who 09288 supposes that his Principles are to be changed is a Dissembler 09289 who Disguises his Principles & calls that change

09290 if you have made the best examination you can, and yet 09291 reject revealed religion. . . . 09292 Paine is either a Devil or an Inspired man. Men who give 09293 themselves to their Energetic Genius in the manner that Paine 09294 does [is] <are> no [modest Enquirers] 09295 <Examiners>. If they are not determinately wrong they must be 09296 Right or the Bible [P 4] is false. as to [modest 09297 Enquirers] <Examiners in these points> they will [always 09298 be found to be neither cold nor hot & will] be spewed out. 09299 The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a 09300 self

09301 evident thing is a Knave The truth & certainty of Virtue & 09302 Honesty i.e Inspiration needs no one to prove it it is Evident 09303 as the Sun & Moon [What doubt is virtuous even Honest that 09304 depends upon Examination] He who stands doubting of what he 09305 intends whether it is Virtuous or Vicious knows not what Virtue 09306 means. no man can do a Vicious action & think it to be Virtuous. 09307 no man can take darkness for light. he may pretend to do so & may 09308 pretend to be a modest Enquirer. but [It]<he> is a Knave

09309 [p 3]--I think that you are in error; but whether that error 09310 be to you a vincible or an invincible error, I presume not to 09311 determine. 09312 Serpentine Dissimulation

09313 [p 4] You hold it impossible that the Bible can be the Word 09314 of God, because it is therein said, that the Israelites [p 5] 09315 destroyed the Canaanites by the express command of God: and to 09316 believe the Bible to be true, we must, you affirm, unbelieve all 09317 our belief of the moral justice of God; . . . I am astonished 09318 that so acute a reasoner should . . . bring . . . forward this 09319 exploded . . . objection. . . . The Word of God is in perfect 09320 harmony with his work; crying or smiling infants are subjected to 09321 death in both. [p 5] 09322 To me who believe the Bible & profess myself a Christian a 09323 defence of the Wickedness of the Israelites in murdering so many 09324 thousands under pretence of a command from God is altogether 09325 Abominable & Blasphemous. Wherefore did Christ come was it not 09326 to abolish the Jewish Imposture Was not Christ murderd because 09327 he taught that God loved all Men & was their father & forbad all 09328 contention for Worldly prosperity in opposition to the Jewish 09329 Scriptures which are only an Example of the wickedness & deceit 09330 of the Jews & were written as an Example of the possibility of 09331 Human Beastliness in all its branches. Christ died as an 09332 Unbeliever . & if the Bishops had their will so would Paine. <see 09333 page 1> but he who speaks a word against the Son of man shall be 09334 forgiven let the Bishop prove that he has not spoken against [p 09335 6] the Holy Ghost who in Paine strives with Christendom as in 09336 Christ he strove with the Jews

09337 [p 6]. . . God not only primarily formed, but . . . hath 09338 through all ages executed, the laws of nature; . . . for the 09339 general happiness of his creatures, . . . you have no right, in 09340 fairness of reasoning, to urge any apparent deviation from moral 09341 justice, as an argument against revealed religion, because you do 09342 not urge an equally apparent deviation from it, as an argument 09343 against natural religion: . . . 09344 The Bible says that God formed Nature perfect but that Man 09345 perverted the order of Nature since which time the Elements are 09346 filld with the Prince of Evil who has the power of the air 09347 Natural Religion is the voice of God & not the result of 09348 reasoning on the Powers of Satan

09349 [p 6] Now, I think, it will be impossible to prove, that it 09350 was a proceeding contrary to God's moral justice, to 09351 exterminate so wicked a people 09352 Horrible the Bishop is an Inquisitor God never makes one man 09353 murder another nor one nation 09354 [p 7] There is a vast difference between an accident brought 09355 on by a mans own carelessness & a destruction from the designs of 09356 another. The Earthquakes

09357 at Lisbon &/c were the Natural result of Sin. but the destruction 09358 of the Canaanites by Joshua was the Unnatural design of wicked 09359 men To Extirpate a nation by means of another nation is as 09360 wicked as to destroy an individual by means of another individual 09361 which God considers (in the Bible) as Murder & commands that it 09362 shall not be done 09363 Therefore the Bishop has not answerd Paine

09364 [P 7] Human kind, by long experience; . . . .is in a 09365 far more distinguished situation, as to thpowers of the 09366 mind, than it was in the childhood of the world. 09367 That mankind are in a less distinguishd situation with 09368 regard to mind than they were in the time of Homer Socrates 09369 Phidias. Glycon. Aristotle &/c let all their works witness 09370 [the Deists]<Paine> say<s> that Christianity put a stop 09371 to improvement & the Bishop has not shewn the contrary

09372 It appears incredible to many, that God Almighty [P 8] 09373 should have had colloquial intercourse with our first parents; . . . 09374 That God does & always did converse with honest Men Paine 09375 never denies. he only denies that God conversd with Murderers & 09376 Revengers such as the Jews were. & of course he holds that the 09377 Jews conversed with their own [self will] <State 09378 Religion> which they calld God & so were liars as Christ says 09379 [P 8] . . . that he should have . . . become the God and 09380 governor of one particular nation; . . . . 09381 That the Jews assumed a right <Exclusively> to the benefits 09382 of God. will be a lasting witness against them. & the same will 09383 it be [of] against Christians

09384 [P 8] . . . when I consider how nearly man, ina savage 09385 state, approaches to the brute creationas to intellectual 09386 excellence; 09387 Read the Edda of Iceland the Songs of Fingal the accounts of 09388 North American Savages (as they are calld) Likewise Read Homers 09389 Iliad. he was certainly a Savage. in the Bishops sense. He 09390 knew nothing of God. in the Bishops sense of the word & yet he 09391 was no fool

09392 [P 9] . . . the jewish and christian dispensations mediums 09393 to convey to all man . . . that knowledge concerning himself, 09394 which he had vouchsafed to give immediately to the first. 09395 The Bible or <Peculiar> Word of God, Exclusive of Conscience 09396 or the Word of God Universal, is that Abomination which like the 09397 Jewish ceremonies is for ever removed & henceforth every man may 09398 converse with God & be a King & Priest in his own house

09399 I own it is strange, very strange, that he should have made 09400 an immediate manifestation of himself . . . but what is there 09401 that is not strange? It is strange that you and I are here--. . . 09402 that there is a sun, and moon, and stars-- . . . 09403 It is strange that God should speak to man formerly & not 09404 now. because it is not true but the Strangeness of Sun Moon or 09405 Stars is Strange on a contrary account

09406 . . . the plan of providence, in my opinion, so 09407 obviously wise and good, . . . 09408 The Bible tells me that the plan of Providence was Subverted 09409 at the Fall of Adam & that it was not restored till [we 09410 in] Christ [?made ?restoration]

09411 I will . . . examine what you shall produce, with as much 09412 coolness and respect, as if you had given the priests no 09413 provocation; as if you were a man of the most unblemished character, . . . 09414 Is not this Illiberal has not the Bishop given himself the 09415 lie in the moment the first words were out of his mouth Can any 09416 man who writes so pretend that he is in a good humour. Is not 09417 this the Bishops cloven foot. has he not spoild the hasty pudding


09419 PAGE 10 09420 The trifles which the Bishop has combated in the following 09421 Letters are such as do nothing against Paines Arguments none of 09422 which the Bishop has dared to Consider. One for instance, which 09423 is That the books of the Bible were never believd willingly by 09424 any nation & that none but designing Villains ever pretended to 09425 believe That the Bible is all a State Trick, thro which tho' 09426 the People at all times could see they never had. the power to 09427 throw off Another Argument is that all the Commentators on the 09428 Bible are Dishonest Designing Knaves who in hopes of a good 09429 living adopt the State religion this he has shewn with great 09430 force which calls upon His Opponent loudly for an answer. I 09431 could name an hundred such

09432 [P 11] If it be found that the books ascribed to Moses, 09433 Joshua, and Samuel, were not written by Moses, Joshua, and 09434 Samuel. . . . they may still contain a true account of real 09435 transactions, . . . 09436 He who writes things for true which none could write. but 09437 the actor. such are most of the acts of Moses. must either be the 09438 actor or a fable writer or a liar. If Moses did not write the 09439 history of his acts, it takes away the authority altogether it 09440 ceases to be history & becomes a Poem of probable impossibilities 09441 fabricated for pleasure as moderns say but I say by Inspiration.

09442 [P 11] Had, indeed, Moses said that he wrote the five first 09443 [P 12] books . . . and had it been found, that Moses . . . did 09444 not write these books; then, I grant, the authority of the whole 09445 would have been gone at once; . . . . [P 12] 09446 If Paine means that a history tho true in itself is false 09447 When it is attributed to a wrong author. he's a fool. But he 09448 says that Moses being proved not the author of that history which 09449 is written in his name & in which he says I did so & so 09450 Undermines the veracity intirely the writer says he is Moses if 09451 this is proved false the history is false Deut xxxi v 24 But 09452 perhaps Moses is not the author & then the Bishop loses his 09453 Author

09454 [P 12] . . . the evidence for the miracles recorded in the 09455 Bible is. . . so greatly superior to that for the prodigies 09456 mentioned by Livy, or the miracles related by Tacitus, as to 09457 justify us in giving credit to the one as the work of God, and in 09458 with-holding it from the other as the effect of superstition and 09459 imposture. 09460 Jesus could not do miracles where unbelief hinderd hence we 09461 must conclude that the man who holds miracles to be ceased puts 09462 it out of his own power to ever witness one The manner of a 09463 miracle being performd is in modern times considerd as an 09464 arbitrary command of the

09465 agent upon the patient but this is an impossibility not a miracle 09466 neither did Jesus ever do such a miracle. Is it a greater 09467 miracle to feed five thousand men with five loaves than to 09468 overthrow all [P13] the armies of Europe with a small pamphlet. 09469 look over the events of your own life & if you do not find that 09470 you have both done such miracles & lived by such you do not see 09471 as I do True I cannot do a miracle thro experiment & to 09472 domineer over & prove to others my superior power as neither 09473 could Christ But I can & do work such as both astonish & 09474 comfort me & mine How can Paine the worker of miracles ever 09475 doubt Christs in the above sense of the word miracle But how 09476 can Watson ever believe the above sense of a miracle who 09477 considers it as an arbitrary act of the agent upon an unbelieving 09478 patient. whereas the Gospel says that Christ could not do a 09479 miracle because of Unbelief 09480 [P 14] If Christ could not do miracles because of Unbelief 09481 the reason alledged by Priests for miracles is false for those 09482 who believe want not to be confounded by miracles. Christ & his 09483 Prophets & Apostles were not ambitious miracle mongers

09484 [P 14] You esteem all prophets to be such lying rascals, 09485 that I dare not venture to predict the fate of your book. 09486 Prophets in the modern sense of the word have never existed 09487 Jonah was no prophet in the modern sense for his prophecy of 09488 Nineveh failed Every honest man is a Prophet he utters his 09489 opinion both of private & public matters/Thus/If you go on So/the 09490 result is So/He never says such a thing shall happen let you do 09491 what you will. a Prophet is a Seer not an Arbitrary Dictator. 09492 It is mans fault if God is not able to do him good. for he gives 09493 to the Just & to the unjust but the unjust reject his gift

09494 [P 15] What if I should admit, that SAMUEL, or EZRA, or . . 09495 .composed these books, from public records, many years 09496 after the death of Moses?. . . every fact recorded in them may be true, . . .* 09497 Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public 09498 RECORDS to be True Read them & Judge. if you are not a Fool. 09499 Of what consequence is it whether Moses wrote the Pentateuch 09500 or no. If Paine trifles in some of his objections it is folly to 09501 confute him so seriously in them & leave his more material ones 09502 unanswered Public Records as If Public Records were True 09503 *Impossible for the facts are such as none but the actor 09504 could tell, if it is True Moses & none but he could write it 09505 unless we allow it to be Poetry & that poetry inspired 09506 [P 16] If historical facts can be written by inspiration 09507 Miltons Paradise Lost is as true as Genesis. or Exodus. but the 09508 Evidence is nothing for how can he who writes what he has neither 09509 seen nor heard of. be an Evidence of The Truth of his history

09510 [P 17]. . . kings and priests . . . never, I believe, did 09511 you any harm; but you have done them all the harm you could. . .pine 09512 Paine says that Kings & Priests have done him harm from his birth


09514 [P 22] Having done with . . .the grammatical evidence . . . you 09515 come to your historical and chronological evidence; . . . 09516 I cannot concieve the Divinity of the <books in the> Bible 09517 to consist either in who they were written by or at what time or 09518 in the historical evidence which may be all false in the eyes of 09519 one man & true in the eyes of another but in the Sentiments & 09520 Examples which whether true or Parabolic are Equally useful as 09521 Examples given to us of the perverseness of some & its consequent 09522 evil & the honesty of others & its consequent good This sense of 09523 the Bible is equally true to all & equally plain to all. none can 09524 doubt the impression which he recieves from a book of Examples. 09525 If he is good he will abhor wickedness in David or Abraham if he 09526 is wicked he will make their wickedness an excuse for his & so he 09527 would do by any other book

09528 [P 25] Moses would have been the wretch you represent him, 09529 had he acted by his own authority alone; but you may as 09530 reasonably attribute cruelty and murder to the judge of the land 09531 in condemning criminals to death, as butchery and massacre to 09532 Moses in executing the command of God. 09533 All Penal Laws court Transgression & therefore are cruelty & 09534 Murder 09535 The laws of the Jews were (both ceremonial & real) the 09536 basest & most oppressive of human codes. & being like all other 09537 codes given under pretence of divine command were what Christ 09538 pronouncd them The Abomination that maketh desolate. i.e State 09539 Religion which [P 26] is the Source of all Cruelty


09541 [P 29] [Suppose an unsigned contemporary] history of the reigns 09542 of George the first and second, . . .would any man, three or 09543 four hundreds or thousands of years hence, question the authority 09544 of that book, . . . 09545 Hundreds or Thousands of Years O very fine Records as if 09546 he Knew that there were Records the Ancients Knew Better

09547 [P 29] If I am right in this reasoning, . . . 09548 as if Reasoning was of any Consequence to a Question 09549 Downright Plain Truth is Something but Reasoning is Nothing

09550 [P 31] . . . the gospel of St. Matthew . . . was written not 09551 many centuries, probably . . . not a quarter of one century after 09552 the death of Jesus; . . . 09553 There are no Proofs that Matthew the Earliest of all the 09554 Writings of the New Testament was written within the First 09555 Century See P 94 & 95 09556 [P 33] . . . you do not perfectly comprehend what is meant 09557 by the expression--the Word of God--or the divine authority of 09558 the scriptures: . . . [P 34] God . . . has interposed his more 09559 immediate assistance. . . . 09560 They seem to Forget that there is a God of This World. A 09561 God Worshipd in this World as God & Set above all that is calld 09562 God

09563 [P 35] You proceed to shew that these books were not written 09564 by Samuel, . . . 09565 Who gave them the Name of Books of Samuel it is not of 09566 Consequence

09567 [P 36]. . .what has been conjectured by men of judgment, . . 09568 .a passage from Dr. Hartley's Observations of Man. 09569 Hartley a Man of Judgment then Judgment was a Fool what 09570 Nonsense

09571 LETTER V

09572 [P 48] [Solomon's] admirable sermon on the vanity of every thing 09573 but piety and virtue. 09574 Piety & Virtue is Seneca Classical O Fine Bishop

09575 [P 49] What shall be said of you, who, either designedly, or 09576 ignorantly represent one of the most clear and important 09577 prophecies in the Bible [Isaiah 44-45], as an historical 09578 compliment, written above an hundred and fifty years after the 09579 death of the prophet? 09580 The Bishop never saw the Everlasting Gospel any more than 09581 Tom Paine


09583 [P 95] Did you ever read the apology for the christians, which 09584 Justin Martyr presented to the emperor . . . not fifty years 09585 after the death of St. John, . . . 09586 A:D: 150

09587 . . . probably the gospels, and certainly some of 09588 St. Paul's epistles, were known. . . .yet I hold it to be a 09589 certain fact, that all the books, . . .were 09590 written, . . .within a few years after his death. 09591 This is No Certain Fact Presumption is no Proof

09592 LETTER X

09593 [P 108] . . . The moral precepts of the gospel. . . . 09594 The Gospel is Forgiveness of Sins & has No Moral Precepts 09595 these belong to Plato & Seneca & Nero 09596 [P 109] Two precepts you particularize as inconsistent with 09597 the dignity and the nature of man--that of not resenting 09598 injuries, and that of loving enemies. 09599 Well done Paine

09600 Who but yourself ever interpreted literally. . . . Did 09601 Jesus himself turn the othercheek when the officer of the 09602 high priest smothim? 09603 Yes I have no doubt he did

09604 It is evident, that a patient acquiescence under 09605 slight personal injuries is here enjoined; . . . 09606 O Fool Slight Hypocrite & Villain

09607 [P 117] The importance of revelation . . . apparent . . . 09608 by the discordant sentiments of learned and good men (for I speak 09609 not of the ignorant and immoral) on this point. 09610 O how Virtuous Christ came not to call the Virtuous

09611 [P 118] . . . if we are to live again, we are interested in 09612 knowing--whether it be possible for us to do any thing whilst we 09613 live here, which may render that future life, an happy 09614 one.-- 09615 Do or Act to Do Good or to do Evil who Dare to judge but God 09616 alone

09617 These are tremendous truths to bad men; . . . a cogent 09618 motive to virtuous action. . . . 09619 Who does the Bishop call Bad Men Are they the Publicans & 09620 Sinners that Christ loved to associate with Does God Love 09621 The Righteous according to the Gospel or does he not cast them 09622 off. 09623 [P 119] For who is really Righteous It is all Pretension

09624 It appears to me Now that Tom Paine is a better Christian 09625 than the Bishop 09626 I have read this Book with attention & find that the Bishop 09627 has only hurt Paines heel while Paine has broken his head the 09628 Bishop has not answerd one of Paines grand objections

09629 Annotations to Bacon'sEssays Moral, Economical and Political 09630 London, 1798 <t1469>

09631 HALF-TITLE 09632 Is it True or is it False that the Wisdom of this World is 09633 Foolishness with God 09634 This is Certain If what Bacon says Is True what Christ 09635 says Is False If Caesar is Right Christ is Wrong both in 09636 Politics & Religion since they will divide them in Two

09637 TITLE PAGE 09638 Good Advice for Satans Kingdom

09639 PAGE i 09640 I am astonishd how such Contemptible Knavery & Folly as 09641 this Book contains can ever have been calld Wisdom by Men of 09642 Sense 09643 but perhaps this never Was the Case & all Men of Sense have 09644 despised the Book as Much as I do 09645 Per WILLIAM BLAKE <t1470>

09646 PAGE iv Editor's Preface 09647 But these Essays, written at a period of better taste, and on 09648 subjects of immediate importance to the conduct of common life 09649 "such as come home to men's business and bosoms," are 09650 still read with pleasure. . . . 09651 Erratum to Mens Pockets

09652 PAGE xii, blank 09653 Every Body Knows that this is Epi[c]urus and Lucretius & Yet 09654 Every Body Says that it is Christian Philosophy how is this 09655 Possible Every Body must be a Liar & deciever but Every Body 09656 does not do this But The Hirelings of Kings & Courts who make 09657 themselves Every Body & Knowingly propagate Falshood 09658 It was a Common opinion in the Court of Queen Elizabeth that 09659 Knavery Is Wisdom: Cunning Plotters were considerd as wise 09660 Machiavels

09661 OF TRUTH 09662 PAGE 1 09663 Self Evident Truth is one Thing and Truth the result of 09664 Reasoning is another Thing Rational Truth is not the Truth of 09665 Christ but of Pilate It is the Tree of the Knowledge of Good & 09666 Evil

09667 What is truth? said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for 09668 an answer. Certainly there be that delight in giddiness, and 09669 count it a bondage to fix a belief; affecting free-will in 09670 thinking, as well as in acting: and, though the sects of 09671 philosophers of that kind be gone, yet there remain certain 09672 discoursing wits which are of the same veins, though there be not 09673 so much blood in them as was in those of the ancients. 09674 But more Nerve if by Ancients he means Heathen Authors

09675 But it is not only the difficulty and labour which men take 09676 in finding out of truth; nor again, that, when it is found, it 09677 imposeth upon men's thoughts, that doth bring lies in favour; 09678 [PAGE 2] but a natural, though corrupt love of the lie itself. 09679 One of the later school of the Grecians examineth the matter, and 09680 is at a stand to think what should be in it, that men should love 09681 lies, where neither they make for pleasure, as with poets; nor 09682 for advantage, as with the merchant; but for the lie's sake. But 09683 I cannot tell: this same truth is a naked and open daylight, that 09684 doth not shew the masques,and mummeries, and triumphs of the 09685 world half so stately and daintily as candlelights. 09686 What Bacon calls Lies is Truth itself

09687 PAGE 3 But howsoever these things are thus in men's 09688 depraved judgments and affections, yet truth, which only doth 09689 judge itself, teacheth that the inquiry of truth, which is the 09690 love-making, or wooing of it; the knowledge of truth, which is 09691 the presence of it;and the belief of truth, which is the enjoying 09692 of it, is the sovereign good of human nature. The first creature 09693 of God, in the works of the days, was the light of the sense; the 09694 last was the light of reason; and his sabbath work, ever since, 09695 is the illumination of his Spirit. 09696 Pretence to Religion to destroy Religion

09697 PAGE 4 To pass from theological and philosophical truth to 09698 the truth of civil business, it will be acknowledged; even by 09699 those that practise it not, that clear and round dealing is the 09700 honour of man's nature, and that mixture of falsehood is like 09701 allay in coin of gold and silver. . . . 09702 Christianity is Civil Business Only There is & can Be No 09703 Other to Man what Else Can Be Civil is Christianity or Religion 09704 or whatever is Humane

09705 PAGE 5 Surely the wickedness of falsehood and breach of 09706 faith cannot possibly be so highly expressed as in that it shall 09707 be the last peal to call the judgments of God upon the 09708 generations of men: it being foretold, that when "Christ cometh," 09709 he shall not "find faith upon earth". 09710 Bacon put an End to Faith

09711 OF DEATH 09712 PAGES 5-6 You shall read in some of the friars books of 09713 mortification, that a man should think with himself what the pain 09714 is, if he have but his finger's end pressed, or tortured, and 09715 thereby imagine what the pains of death are when the whole body 09716 is corrupted and dissolved; when many times death passeth with 09717 less pain than the torture of a limb; for the most vital parts 09718 are not the quickest of sense: and by him that spake only as a 09719 philosopher and natural man, it was well said, "Pompa mortis 09720 magis terret, quam mors ipsa". 09721 Bacon supposes all Men alike

09722 6 Revenge triumphs over death; love [s]lights it; honour 09723 aspireth to it; grief flieth to it; fear pre-occupieth it; nay, 09724 we read, after Otho the emperor had slain himself, pit (which is 09725 the tenderest of affections) provoked many to die out of mere 09726 compassion to their sovereign, and as the truest sort of 09727 followers. 09728 One Mans Revenge or Love is not the same as Anothers The 09729 tender Mercies of some Men are Cruel

09730 OF UNITY IN RELIGION 09731 PAGE 8 Religion being the chief band of human society, it is a 09732 happy thing when itself is well contained within the true band of 09733 unity. The quarrels and divisions about religion were evils 09734 unknown to the heathen. 09735 False O Satan

09736 The reason was, because the religion of the heathen 09737 consisted rather in rites and ceremonies, than in any constant 09738 belief: for you may imagine what kind of faith theirs was, when 09739 the chief doctors and fathers of their church were the poets. 09740 Prophets

09741 PAGE 9 The fruits of unity (next unto the well-pleasing of 09742 God, which is all in all) are two; the one towards those that are 09743 without the church; the other towards. those that are within. 09744 For the former, it is certain, that heresies and schisms are of 09745 all others the greatest scandals; yea, more than corruption of 09746 manners: for as in the natural body a wound or solution of 09747 continuity is worse than a corrupt humour, so in the spiritual: . . . 09748 False

09749 PAGES 9-10 The doctor of the Gentiles (the propriety of 09750 whose vocation drew him to have a special care of those without) 09751 saith, "If an heathen come in, and hear you speak with several 09752 tongues, will he not say that you are mad?" and, certainly, it is 09753 little better: when atheists and profane persons do hear of so 09754 many discordant and contrary opinions in religion, it doth avert 09755 them from the church, and maketh them "to sit down in the chair 09756 of the scorners". It is but a light thing to be vouched in so 09757 serious a matter, but yet it expresseth well the deformity. 09758 09759 Trifling Nonsense

09760 PAGES 11-12 Men ought to take heed of rending God's church 09761 by two kinds of controversies; the one is, when the matter of the 09762 point controverted is too small and light, not worth the heat and 09763 strife about it, kindled only by contradiction; for, as it is 09764 noted by one of the fathers, Christ's coat indeed had no seam, 09765 but the church's vesture was of divers colours; whereupon he 09766 saith, "in veste varietas sit, scissura non sit", they be two 09767 things, unity and uniformity: the other is when the matter of the 09768 point controverted is great, but it is driven to an over-great 09769 subtility and obscurity,so that it becometh a thing rather 09770 ingenious than substantial. 09771 Lame Reasoning upon Premises This Never can Happen

09772 PAGE 14 It was great blasphemy when the devil said, "I will 09773 ascend and be like the Highest"; but it is greater blasphemy to 09774 personate God, and bring him in saying, "I will descend, and be 09775 like the prince of darkness." 09776 Did not Jesus descend & become a Servant The Prince of 09777 darkness is a Gentleman & not a Man he is a Lord Chancellor

09778 OF REVENGE 09779 PAGE 17 This is certain, that a man that studieth revenge keeps 09780 his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well. 09781 Public revenges are for the most part fortunate. 09782 A Lie

09783 OF SIMULATION AND DISSIMULATION 09784 PAGE 22 In a few words, mysteries are due to secrecy. Besides 09785 (to say truth) nakedness is uncomely, as well in mind as 09786 in body. 09787 This is Folly Itself

09788 OF ENVY 09789 PAGE 32 A man that hath no virtue in himself ever envieth virtue 09790 in others: for men's minds will either feed upon their own good, 09791 or upon others evil; and who wanteth the one will prey upon the 09792 other; and whoso is out of hope to attain to another's virtue, 09793 will seek to come at even hand by depressing another's fortune. 09794 09795 What do these Knaves mean by Virtue Do they mean War & its 09796 horrors & its Heroic Villains

09797 PAGE 37 Lastly, to conclude this part, as we said in the 09798 beginning that the act of envy had somewhat in it of witchcraft, 09799 so there is no other cure of envy but the cure of witchcraft; and 09800 that is, to remove the lot, (as they call it), and to lay it upon 09801 another; for which purpose, the wiser sort of great persons bring 09802 in ever upon the stage some body upon whom to derive the envy 09803 that would come upon themselves. 09804 Politic Foolery & most contemptible Villainy & Murder 09805 Now to speak of public envy: there is yet some good in 09806 public envy, whereas in private there is none; for public envy is 09807 as an ostracism, that eclipseth men when they grow too 09808 great. 09809 Foolish & tells into the hands of a Tyrant

09810 PAGE 38 This public envy seemeth to beat [bear] chiefly 09811 upon principal officers or ministers, rather than upon kings and 09812 estates themselves. 09813 A Lie Every Body hates a King Bacon was afraid to say 09814 that the Envy was upon a King but is This Envy or Indignation

09815 OF GREAT PLACE 09816 PAGE 44 But power to do good is the true and lawful end of 09817 aspiring; for good thoughts (though God accept them), yet towards 09818 men are little better than good dreams, except they be put in 09819 act. 09820 Thought is Act. Christs Acts were Nothing to Caesars if 09821 this is not so

09822 PAGE 45 In the discharge of thy place set before thee the 09823 best examples; for imitation is a globe of precepts; and after a 09824 time set before thee thine own example; and examine thyself 09825 strictly whether thou didst not best at first. 09826 Here is nothing of Thy own Original Genius but only 09827 Imitation what Folly

09828 PAGE 48 Be not too sensible or too remembering of thy place 09829 in conversation and private answers to suitors, but let it rather 09830 be said, "When he sits in place he is another man." 09831 A Flogging Magistrate I have seen many such fly blows of 09832 Bacon

09833 OF GOODNESS AND GOODNESS OF NATURE 09834 PAGE 54 And beware how in making the portrait thou breakest the 09835 pattern: for divinity maketh the love of ourselves the pattern; 09836 the love of our neighbours but the portraiture: "Sell all thou 09837 hast, and give it to the poor, and follow me:" but sell not all 09838 thou hast, except thou come and follow me; that is except thou 09839 have a vocation wherein thou mayest do as much good with little 09840 means as with great. 09841 Except is Christ You Lie Except did anyone <ever> do this & not 09842 follow Christ who Does by Nature

09843 PAGE 55 [A drawing of] The devils arse [with a chain of 09844 excrement ending in] A King 09845 OF A KING 09846 PAGE 56 A king is a mortal god on earth, unto whom the living 09847 God hath lent his own name as a great honour. 09848 O Contemptible & Abject Slave

09849 PAGE 58 That king which is not feared is not loved; and he 09850 that is well seen in his craft must as well study to be feared as 09851 loved; yet not loved for fear, but feared for love. 09852 Fear Cannot Love

09853 PAGE 60 He then that honoureth him [the King] not is next 09854 an atheist, wanting the fear of God in his heart. 09855 Blasphemy

09856 OF NOBILITY 09857 PAGE 60 We will speak of nobility first as a portion of an 09858 estate, then as a condition of particular persons. 09859 Is Nobility a portion of a State i.e Republic

09860 A monarchy, where there is no nobility at all, is ever a 09861 pure and absolute tyranny, as that of the Turks; for nobility 09862 attempers sovereignty, and draws the eyes of the people somewhat 09863 aside from the line royal: but for democracies they need 09864 it not; and they are commonly more quiet, and less 09865 subject to sedition, than where there are stirps of nobles. 09866 Self Contradiction Knave & Fool

09867 PAGE 62 Those that are first raised to nobility, are 09868 commonly more virtuous, but less innocent than their descendants; 09869 for there is rarely any rising but by a commixture of good and 09870 evil arts. 09871 Virtuous I supposed to be Innocents was I Mistaken or is 09872 Bacon a Liar

09873 On the other side, nobility extinguisheth the passive envy 09874 from others towards them, because they are in possession of 09875 honour. Certainly, kings that have able men of their nobility 09876 shall find ease in employing them, and a better slide into their 09877 business; but people naturally bend to them as born in some sort 09878 to command. 09879 Nonsense

09880 OF SEDITIONS AND TROUBLES 09881 PAGE 63 09882 This Section contradicts the Preceding

09883 Shepherds of all people had need know the calendars of 09884 tempests in state, which are commonly greatest when things grow 09885 to equality. 09886 What Shepherds does he mean Such as Christ describes by 09887 Ravening Wolves

09888 PAGE 65 Also, when discords, and quarrels, and factions are 09889 carried openly and audaciously it is a sign the reverence of 09890 government is lost. 09891 When the Reverence of Government is Lost it is better than 09892 when it is found Reverence is all For Reverence

09893 PAGE 66 So when any of the four pillars of government are 09894 mainly shaken, or weakened, (which are religion, justice, 09895 counsel, and treasure,) men had need to pray for fair 09896 weather. 09897 Four Pillars of different heights and Sizes

09898 Concerning the materials of sedition, it is a thing well to 09899 be considered. . . . The matter of sedition is of two kinds, much 09900 poverty and much discontentment. 09901 These are one Kind Only

09902 PAGE 67 As for discontentments, they are in the politic 09903 body like to humours in the natural, which are apt to gather a 09904 preternatural heat and to enflame; and let no prince measure the 09905 danger of them by this, whether they be just or unjust. 09906 A Tyrant is the Worst disease & the Cause of all others

09907 . . . in great oppressions, the same things that provoke the 09908 patience, do withal mate the courage. 09909 a lie

09910 PAGES 68-69 The first remedy or prevention is to remove by 09911 all means possible that material cause of sedition whereof we 09912 speak, which is want and poverty in the estate; to which purpose 09913 serveth the opening and well balancing of trade; the cherishing 09914 of manufactures; the banishing of idleness; the repressing of 09915 waste and excess by sumptuary laws; the improvement and 09916 husbanding of the soil; the regulating of prices of things 09917 vendible; the moderating of taxes and tributes, and the 09918 like. 09919 You cannot regulate the price of Necessaries without 09920 destruction All False

09921 PAGES 69-70 It is likewise to be remembered, that forasmuch 09922 as the increase of any estate must be upon the foreigner, (for 09923 whatsoever is somewhere gotten is somewhere lost,) there be but 09924 three things which one nation selleth unto another: the commodity 09925 as nature yieldeth it; the manufacture; and the vecture or 09926 carriage: so that if these two [three] wheels go, wealth will 09927 flow as in a spring tide. 09928 The Increase of a State as of a Man is from Internal 09929 Improvement or Intellectual Acquirement. Man is not Improved by 09930 the hurt of another States are not Improved at the Expense of 09931 Foreigners 09932 Bacon has no notion of any thing but Mammon

09933 PAGE 71 The poets feign that the rest of the Gods would 09934 have bound Jupiter, which he hearing of by the counsel of Pallas, 09935 sent for Briareus with his hundred hands to come in to his aid: 09936 an emblem, no doubt, to shew bow safe it is for monarchs to make 09937 sure of the goodwill of common people. 09938 Good Advice for the Devil

09939 PAGES 71-72 Certainly, the politic and artificial 09940 nourishing and entertaining of hopes, and carrying men from hopes 09941 to hopes is one of the best antidotes against the poison of 09942 discontentments. 09943 Subterfuges

09944 PAGE 74 Lastly, let princes against all events, not be 09945 without some great person, one or rather more, of military 09946 valour, near unto them, for the repression of seditions in their 09947 beginnings. 09948 Contemptible Knave Let the People look to this 09949 . . . but let such military persons be assured and well 09950 reputed of, rather than factious and popular. 09951 Factious is Not Popular & never can be except Factious is 09952 Christianity

09953 OF ATHEISM 09954 PAGE 75 I had rather believe all the fables in the Legend, and 09955 the Talmud, and the Alcoran than that this universal frame is 09956 without a mind: and, therefore, God never wrought 09957 miracle to convince atheism, because his ordinary works convince 09958 it. 09959 The Devil is the Mind of the Natural Frame

09960 It is true that a little philosophy inclineth man's mind 09961 to atheism; but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to 09962 religion; for while the mind of man looketh upon second causes 09963 scattered, it may sometimes rest in them and go no farther. 09964 There is no Such Thing as a Second Cause nor as a Natural 09965 Cause for any Thing in any Way

09966 PAGE 76 09967 He who says there are Second Causes has already denied a 09968 First The Word Cause is a foolish Word

09969 PAGE 77 The contemplative atheist is rare, a Diagoras, a 09970 Bion, a Lucian perhaps, and some others. 09971 A Lie! Few believe it is a New Birth Bacon was a 09972 Contemplative Atheist Evidently an Epicurean Lucian disbelievd 09973 Heathen Gods he did not perhaps disbelieve for all that Bacon 09974 did

09975 PAGES 77-78-79 The causes of atheism are, divisions in 09976 religion, if they be many; . . . another is, scandal of priests 09977 . . . : a third is, a custom of profane scoffing in holy matters 09978 . . ; and, lastly, learned times, especially with peace and 09979 prosperity; for troubles and adversities do more bow 09980 men's minds to religion. 09981 a Lie

09982 They that deny a God destroy man's nobility; for certainly 09983 man is of kin to the beasts by his body; and, if he be not of kin 09984 to God by his spirit, he is a base and ignoble creature. 09985 [Bracketed by Blake] 09986 an artifice

09987 It destroys likewise magnanimity, and the raising of human 09988 nature; for take an example of a dog, and mark what a generosity 09989 and courage he will put on when he finds himself maintained by a 09990 man, who to him is instead of a God, or "melior natura"; which 09991 courage is manifestly such as that creature, without that 09992 confidence of a better nature than his own, could never 09993 attain; 09994 Self Contradiction

09995 . . . therefore, as atheism is in all respects hateful, so 09996 in this, that it depriveth human nature of the means to exalt 09997 itself above human frailty. 09998 An Atheist pretending to talk against Atheism

09999 OF SUPERSTITION 10000 PAGE 79 It were better to have no opinion of God at all, than 10001 such an opinion as is unworthy of him. 10002 Is this true is it better

10003 PAGE 80 . . . as the contumely is greater towards God, 10004 so the danger is greater towards men. Atheism 10005 leaves a man to sense, to philosophy, to natural 10006 piety, to laws, to reputation; all which may be guides 10007 to an outward moral virtue, though religion were not; 10008 Praise of Atheism

10009 but superstition dismounts all these, and erecteth an 10010 absolute monarchy in the minds of men: therefore atheism 10011 did never perturb states; for it makes men wary of 10012 themselves, as looking no farther, and we see the times inclined 10013 to atheism, (as the time of Augustus Caesar,) were civil 10014 times. 10015 Atheism is thus the best of all Bacon fools us

10016 The master of superstition is the people, and in all 10017 superstition wise men follow fools; and arguments are fitted to 10018 practise in a reversed order. 10019 What must our Clergy be who Allow Bacon to be Either Wise or 10020 even of Common Capacity I cannot

10021 PAGE 82 There is a superstition in avoiding superstition, 10022 when men think to do best if they go farthest from the 10023 superstition formerly received; therefore care should be had 10024 that, (as it fareth in ill purgings,) the good be not taken away 10025 with the bad, which commonly is done when the people is 10026 the reformer. 10027 Who is to be the Reformer Bacons [Reformer] Villain is a 10028 King or Who <t1471>

10029 OF TRAVEL 10030 PAGE 83 The things to be seen and observed are the courts of 10031 princes, especially when they give audience to ambassadors; the 10032 courts of justice . . . the churches and monasteries . . . the 10033 walls and fortifications . . . and so the havens and harbours, 10034 antiquities and ruins, libraries, colleges, disputations, and 10035 lectures where any are; shipping and navies; houses and gardens 10036 of state and pleasure near great cities; armories, arsenals, 10037 magazines, exchanges, burses, warehouses, exercises of 10038 horsemanship, fencing, training of soldiers, and the like; 10039 comedies . . . treasures of jewels and robes; cabinets and 10040 rarieties; . . . 10041 The Things worthy to be seen are all the Trumpery he could 10042 rake together 10043 Nothing of Arts or Artists or Learned Men or of Agriculture 10044 or any Useful Thing His Business & Bosom was to be Lord 10045 Chancellor

10046 PAGE 84. As for triumphs, masks, feasts, weddings, 10047 funerals, capital executions, and such shews, men need not to be 10048 put in mind of them; yet are they not to be neglected. 10049 Bacon supposes that the Dragon Beast & Harlot are worthy of 10050 a Place in the New Jerusalem Excellent Traveller Go on & be 10051 damnd

10052 If you will have a young man to put his travel into a little 10053 room, and in short time to gather much, this you must do . . . 10054 let him not stay long in one city or town, more or less as the 10055 place deserveth, but not long; nay, when he stayeth in one city 10056 or town, let him change his lodging from one end and part of the 10057 town to another, which is a great adamant of acquaintance; 10058 Harum Scarum who can do this

10059 let him sequester himself from the company of his countrymen 10060 and diet in such places where there is good company of the nation 10061 where he travelleth; let him upon his removes from one place to 10062 another procure recommendation to some person of quality 10063 residing in the place whither he removeth . . . 10064 The Contrary is the best Advice 10065 PAGE 85 As for the acquaintance which is to be sought in 10066 travel, that which is most of all profitable is acquaintance with 10067 the secretaries and employed men of ambassadors. 10068 Acqua[i]ntance with Knaves

10069 OF EMPIRE 10070 PAGE 86 It is a miserable state of mind to have few things to 10071 desire, and many things to fear. 10072 He who has few Things to desire cannot have many to fear

10073 PAGE 87 . . . the mind of man is more cheered and refreshed 10074 by profiting in small things, than by standing at a stay in 10075 great. 10076 A lie

10077 OF COUNSEL 10078 PAGE 98 For weakening of authority the fable sheweth the remedy: 10079 nay, the majesty of kings is rather exalted than diminished when 10080 they are in the chair of council; neither was there ever prince 10081 bereaved of his dependances by his council, except where there 10082 hath been either an over greatness in one counsellor, or an 10083 over-strict combination in divers, which are things soon found 10084 and holpen. [Bracketed] 10085 Did he mean to Ridicule a King & his Council

10086 PAGE 101 In choice of committees for ripening business for 10087 the council, it is better to choose indifferent persons, than to 10088 make an indifferency by putting in those that are strong on both 10089 sides. 10090 better choose Fools at once

10091 OF CUNNING 10092 PAGE 104 There be that can pack the cards, and yet cannot play 10093 well; so there are some that are good in canvases and factions, 10094 that are otherwise weak men. 10095 Nonsense

10096 Again, it is one thing to understand persons, and another 10097 thing to understand matters; for many are perfect in men's 10098 humours that are not greatly capable of the real part of 10099 business, which is the constitution of one that hath studied men 10100 more than books. 10101 Nonsense

10102 Such men are fitter for practice than for counsel, and they 10103 are good but in their own ally. 10104 How absurd

10105 PAGE 105 If a man would cross a business that he doubts 10106 some other would handsomely and effectually move, let him pretend 10107 to wish it well, and move it himself in such sort as may foil 10108 it. 10109 None but a Fool can act so

10110 PAGE 106-107 I knew one that, when he wrote a letter, he 10111 would put that which was most material in the post-script, as if 10112 it had been a bye matter. 10113 I knew another that, when he came to have speech, he would pass 10114 over that that he intended most; and go forth, and come back 10115 again, and speak of it as of a thing that he had almost 10116 forgot. 10117 What Fools

10118 PAGES 107-108 It is a point of cunning to let fall those 10119 words in a man's own name which he would have another man learn 10120 and use, and thereupon take advantage. I knew two that were 10121 competitors for the secretary's place in queen Elizabeth's time, 10122 . . . and the one of them said, that to be a secretary in the 10123 declination of a monarchy was a ticklish thing, and that he did 10124 not affect it: the other straight way caught up those words, and 10125 discoursed with divers of his friends, that he had no reason to 10126 desire to be secretary in the declination of a monarchy. The 10127 first man took hold of it, and found means it was told the queen; 10128 who hearing of a declination of a monarchy took it so ill, as she 10129 would never after hear of the other's suit. 10130 This is too Stupid to have been True

10131 OF INNOVATIONS 10132 PAGE 113 As the births of living creatures at first are ill 10133 shapen, so are all innovations, which are the births of 10134 time. 10135 What a Cursed Fool is this Ill Shapen are Infants or 10136 small Plants ill shapen because they are not yet come to their 10137 maturity What a contemptible Fool is This Bacon

10138 OF FRIENDSHIP 10139 PAGES 123-124 L. Sylla, when he commanded Rome, raised Pompey . . . 10140 to that height, that Pompey vaunted himself for Sylla's 10141 over-match; . . . With Julius Caesar Decimus Brutus had obtained 10142 that interest as he set him down in his testament for heir in 10143 remainder after his nephew; . . . Augustus raised Agrippa, 10144 (though of mean birth,) to that height, as, when he consulted 10145 with Mecaenas about the marriage of his daughter Julia, Mecaenas 10146 took the liberty to tell him, that he must either marry his 10147 daughter to Agrippa, or take away his life. 10148 The Friendship of these Roman Villains is a strange Example 10149 to alledge for our imitation & approval

10150 OF EXPENSE 10151 PAGE 133 Certainly, if a man will keep but of even hand, his 10152 ordinary expenses ought to be but to the half of his receipts; 10153 and if he think to wax rich, but to the third part. 10154 If this is advice to the Poor, it is mocking them--If to the 10155 Rich, it is worse still it is The Miser If to the Middle Class it 10156 is the direct Contrary to Christs advice

10157 PAGE 134 He that can look into his estate but seldom, it 10158 behoveth him to turn all to certainties. 10159 Nonsense

10160 OF THE TRUE GREATNESS OF KINGDOMS AND ESTATES 10161 PAGE 135 The speech of Themistocles the Athenian, which was 10162 haughty and arrogant in taking so much to himself, had been a 10163 grave and wise observation and censure, applied at large to 10164 others. Desired at a feast to touch a lute, he said, "he could 10165 not fiddle, but yet he could make a small town a great city". 10166 These words, (holpen with a little metaphor,) may express two 10167 differing abilities in those that deal in business of 10168 estate. 10169 a Lord Chancellor's opinions as different from Christ as 10170 those of Caiphas or Pilate or Herod what such Men call Great is 10171 indeed detestable

10172 PAGE 136 . . . let us speak of the work; that is, the true 10173 greatness of kingdoms and estates; and the means thereof. An 10174 argument fit for great and mighty princes to have in 10175 their hand; to the end, that neither by over-measuring their 10176 forces they lose themselves in vain enterprises . . . 10177 Powers Powers 10178 Powers of darkness

10179 PAGE 137 The Kingdom of heaven is compared, not to any 10180 great Kernal or nut but, to a grain of mustard seed; which is one 10181 of the least grains, but hath in it a property and spirit hastily 10182 to get up and spread. 10183 The Kingdom of Heaven is the direct Negation of Earthly 10184 domination

10185 PAGES 137-138 Walled towns, stored arsenals and armories, 10186 goodly races of horse, chariots of war, elephants; ordnance, 10187 artillery, and the like; all this is but a sheep in lion's skin, 10188 except the breed and disposition of the people be stout and 10189 warlike. Nay, number (itself) in armies importeth not much, 10190 where the people is of weak courage. . . . The army of the 10191 Persians, in the plains of Arbela was such a vast sea of people 10192 as it did somewhat astonish the commanders in Alexander's army, 10193 who came to him therefore, and wished him to set upon them by 10194 night; but he answered, he would not pilfer the victory; and the 10195 defeat was easy. 10196 Bacon knows the Wisdom of War if it is Wisdom

10197 PAGE 142 Never any state was, in this point, so open to 10198 receive strangers into their body as were the Romans; therefore 10199 it sorted with them accordingly, for they grew to the greatest 10200 monarchy. 10201 Is this Great Is this Christian No

10202 PAGES 143-144 It is certain, that sedentary and within-door 10203 arts, and delicate manufactures, (that require rather the finger 10204 than the arm,) have in their nature a contrariety to a military 10205 disposition;. . . therefore it was great advantage in the ancient 10206 states of Sparta, Athens, Rome, and others that they had the use 10207 of slaves, which commonly did rid those manufactures; but that is 10208 abolished, in greatest part, by the christian law. That which 10209 cometh nearest to it is, to leave those arts chiefly to strangers 10210 . . . and to contain the principal bulk of the vulgar natives 10211 within those three kinds, tillers of the ground, free servants, 10212 and handicraftmen of strong and manly arts; as smiths, masons, 10213 carpenters, &c. not reckoning professed soldiers. 10214 Bacon calls Intellectual Arts Unmanly Poetry Painting 10215 Music are in his opinion Useless & so they are for Kings & Wars & 10216 shall in the End Annihilate them

10217 PAGE 147 No body can be healthful without exercise, neither 10218 natural body nor politic; and, certainly, to a kingdom or estate 10219 a just and honourable war is the true exercise. 10220 Is not this the Greatest Folly

10221 PAGE 149 There be now, for martial encouragement, some 10222 degrees and orders of chivalry, which, nevertheless, are 10223 conferred promiscuously upon soldiers and no soldiers, and some 10224 remembrance perhaps upon the escutcheon . . . 10225 what can be worse than this or more foolish

10226 OF REGIMEN OF HEALTH 10227 PAGE 151 . . . strength of nature in youth passeth over many 10228 excesses which are owing a man till his age. 10229 Excess in Youth is Necessary to Life

10230 Beware of sudden change in any great point of diet, and if 10231 necessity enforce it, fit the rest to it; 10232 Nonsense

10233 for it is a secret both in nature and state, that it is 10234 safer to change many things than one. 10235 False

10236 PAGE 152 If you fly physic in health altogether, it will be 10237 too strange for your body when you shall need it. 10238 Very Pernicious Advice 10239 The work of a Fool to use Physic but for Necessity

10240 PAGE 153 In sickness, respect health principally; and in 10241 health, action: for those that put their bodies to endure in 10242 health, may in most sicknesses which are not very sharp, be cured 10243 only with diet and tendering. 10244 Those that put their Bodies To endure are Fools

10245 Celsus could never have spoken it as a physician, had he not 10246 been a wise man withal, when he giveth it for one of the great 10247 precepts of health and lasting, that a man do vary and 10248 interchange contraries; 10249 Celsus was a bad adviser

10250 but with an inclination to the more benign extreme: use 10251 fasting and full eating, but rather full eating; watching and 10252 sleep, but rather sleep; sitting and exercise, but rather 10253 exercise, and the like: so shall nature be cherished, and yet 10254 taught masteries. [Bracketed] 10255 Nature taught to Ostentation

10256 OF SUSPICION 10257 PAGE 154. Suspicions amongst thoughts are like bats amongst 10258 birds, they ever fly by twilight; certainly they are to be 10259 repressed, or, at the least, well guarded. 10260 What is Suspition in one Man is Caution in Another & Truth 10261 or Discernment in Another & in Some it is Folly.

10262 OF DISCOURSE 10263 PAGE 156 Some in their discourse desire rather commendation of 10264 wit, in being able to hold all arguments, than of judgment, in 10265 discerning what is true; as if it were a praise to know what 10266 might be said, and not what should be thought. 10267 Surely the Man who wrote this never talked to any but 10268 Coxcombs

10269 PAGE 158 Discretion of speech is more than eloquence; and 10270 to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal, is more than to 10271 speak in good words, or in good order. 10272 Bacon hated Talents of all Kinds Eloquence is discret[io]n 10273 of Speech

10274 OF RICHES 10275 PAGE 169 Be not penny-wise; riches have wings, and sometimes 10276 they fly away of themselves, sometimes they must be set flying to 10277 bring in more. 10278 Bacon was always a poor Devil if History says true how 10279 should one so foolish know about Riches Except Pretence to be 10280 Rich if that is it

10281 OF NATURE IN MEN 10282 PAGE 182 Neither is the ancient rule amiss, to bend nature as a 10283 wand to a contrary extreme, whereby to set it right; 10284 understanding it where the contrary extreme is no vice. 10285 Very Foolish

10286 OF FORTUNE 10287 PAGE 187 It cannot be denied but outward accidents conduce much 10288 to fortune; favour, opportunity, death of others, occasion 10289 fitting virtue; but chiefly, the mould of a man's fortune is in 10290 his own hands. 10291 What is Fortune but an outward Accident for a few years 10292 sixty at most & then gone

10293 OF USURY 10294 PAGE 190 10295 Bacon was a Usurer

10296 PAGE 191 The discommodities of usury are, first, that it 10297 makes fewer merchants; for were it not for this lazy trade of 10298 usury, money would not lie still, but would in great part be 10299 employed upon merchandizing. 10300 A Lie it makes Merchants & nothing Else

10301 PAGE 192 On the other side, the commodities of usury are 10302 first, that howsoever usury in some respect hindereth 10303 merchandizing, yet in some other it advanceth it. 10304 Commodities of Usury can it Be

10305 PAGE 193 I remember a cruel monied man in the country, that 10306 would say, "The devil take this usury, it keeps us from 10307 forfeitures of mortgages and bonds". 10308 It is not True what a Cruel Man says

10309 To speak now of the reformation and reglement of usury; how 10310 the discommodities of it may be best avoided, and the commodities 10311 retained. 10312 Bacon is in his Element on Usury it is himself & his 10313 Philosophy

10314 OF YOUTH AND AGE 10315 PAGE 197 The errors of young men are the ruin of business; but 10316 the errors of aged men amount but to this, that more might have 10317 been done, or sooner. 10318 Bacons Business is not Intellect or Art

10319 PAGE 198 . . . and age doth profit rather in the powers of 10320 understanding, than in the virtues of the will and 10321 affections. 10322 a Lie

10323 PAGE 199 There be some have an over-early ripeness in their 10324 years, which fadeth betimes: these are, first, such as have 10325 brittle wits, the edge whereof is soon turned; such as was 10326 Hermogenes the rhetorician, whose books are exceeding subtile, 10327 who afterwards waxed stupid. 10328 Such was Bacon Stupid Indeed

10329 OF DEFORMITY 10330 PAGE 202 Certainly there is a consent between the body and the 10331 mind, and where nature erreth in the one, she ventureth in the 10332 other. 10333 False 10334 Contemptible

10335 Whosoever hath any thing fixed in his person that doth 10336 induce contempt, hath also a perpetual spur in himself to rescue 10337 and deliver himself from scorn; therefore all deformed persons 10338 are extreme bold. 10339 Is not this Very Very Contemptible Contempt is the Element 10340 of the Contemptible

10341 PAGE 203 Kings in ancient times (and at this present in 10342 some countries,) were wont to put great trust in eunuchs, because 10343 they that are envious towards all are more obnoxious and 10344 officious towards one. 10345 because Kings do it is it Wisdom

10346 OF BUILDING 10347 PAGE 206 First, therefore, I say you cannot have a perfect 10348 palace, except you have two several sides; a side for 10349 the banquet, as is spoken of in the book of Esther, and a side 10350 for the household. 10351 What Trifling Nonsense & Self Conceit

10352 OF FACTION 10353 PAGE 235 The even carriage between two factions proceedeth not 10354 always of moderation, but of a trueness to a man's self, with end 10355 to make use of both. Certainly, in Italy they hold it a little 10356 suspect in popes, when they have often in their mouth "Padre 10357 commune"; and take it to be a sign of one that meaneth to refer 10358 all to the greatness of his own house. 10359 None but God is This

10360 PAGES 235-236 Kings had need beware how they side 10361 themselves . . . The motions of factions under Kings, ought to be 10362 like the motions, (as the astronomers speak,) of the inferior 10363 orbs; which may have their proper motions, but yet still are 10364 quietly carried by the higher motion of "primum mobile". 10365 King James was Bacons Primum Mobile

10366 OF CEREMONIES AND RESPECTS 10367 PAGE 236 . . . for the proverb is true, "That light gains make 10368 heavy purses"; for light gains come thick, whereas great come but 10369 now and then: so it is true, that small matters win great 10370 commendation, because they are continually in use and in 10371 note. 10372 Small matters What are They Caesar seems to me a Very 10373 Small Matter & so he seemd to Jesus is the Devil Great Consider

10374 OF PRAISE 10375 PAGE 239 Praise is the reflection of virtue; but it is as the 10376 glass or body which giveth the reflection: if it be from the 10377 common people, it is commonly false and nought, and rather 10378 followeth vain persons, than virtuous. 10379 Villain did Christ Seek the Praise of the Rulers

10380 Annotations to Boyd's Historical Notes on Dante <t1472> 10381 Dublin, 1785 10382 A COMPARATIVE VIEW OF THE INFERNO, with some other POEMS 10383 relative to the ORIGINAL PRINCIPLES OF HUMAN NATURE

10384 PAGE 35 [But] the most daring flights of fancy, the most 10385 accurate delineations of character, and the most artful conduct 10386 of fable, are [not, even] when combined together, 10387 sufficient of themselves to make a poem interesting. [Deletions 10388 by Blake]

10389 PAGES 35-36 The discord of Achilles and Agamemnon may produce the 10390 most tragical consequences; but if we, who are cool and impartial 10391 in the affair . . . cannot enter warmly into the views of either 10392 party, the story, though adorned with all the genius of an Homer, 10393 will be read by us with some degree of nonchalance. The 10394 superstition that led the Crusaders to rescue the Holy Land from 10395 the Infidels, instead of interesting us, appear frigid, if not 10396 ridiculous. We cannot be much concerned for the fate of such a 10397 crew of fanatics, notwithstanding the magic numbers of a Tasso . 10398 . . we cannot sympathise with Achilles for the loss of his 10399 Mistress, when we feel that he gained her by the massacre of her 10400 family. 10401 nobody considers these things while they read Homer or 10402 Shakespear or Dante

10403 PAGE 37 When a man, where no interest is concerned, no 10404 provocation given, lays a whole nation in blood merely for his 10405 glory; we, to whom his glory is indifferent, cannot enter into 10406 his resentment. 10407 false All poetry gives the lie to this

10408 PAGES 37-38 Such may be good poetical characters, of that 10409 mixt kind that Aristotle admits; but the most beautiful mixture 10410 of light and shade has no attraction, unless it warms <or 10411 freezes> the heart. It must have something that engages the 10412 sympathy, something that appeals to the [moral sense] 10413 <passions & senses>; for nothing can thoroughly captivate the 10414 fancy, however artfully delineated, that does not awake the 10415 sympathy and interest the passions [that enlist on the side 10416 of Virtue] and appeal to our native notions of right and 10417 wrong. [Deletions and insertions by Blake]

10418 PAGES 38-38 It is this that sets the Odyssey, in point of 10419 sentiment, so far above the Iliad. We feel the injuries of 10420 Ulysses; . . . we seem to feel the generous indignation of the 10421 young Telemachus, and we tremble at the dangers of the fair 10422 Penelope . . . we can go along with the resentment of Ulysses, 10423 because it is just, but our feelings must tell us that Achilles 10424 carries his resentment to a savage length, a length where we 10425 cannot follow him. 10426 If Homers merit was only in these Historical combinations & 10427 Moral sentiments he would be no better than Clarissa

10428 PAGES 39-40 ILIACOS EXTRA MUROS PECCATUR; ET INTRA. It is 10429 a contest between barbarians, equally guilty of injustice, 10430 rapine, and bloodshed; and we are not sorry to see the vengeance 10431 of Heaven equally inflicted on both parties. 10432 Homer meant this

10433 Aeneas indeed is a more amiable personage than Achilles; he 10434 seems meant for a perfect character. But compare his conduct 10435 with respect to Dido with the self-denial of Dryden's Cleomenes, 10436 or with the conduct of Titus in the Berenice of Racine, we will 10437 then see what is meant by making a character interesting. 10438 Every body naturally hates a perfect character because they 10439 are all greater Villains than the imperfect as Eneas is here 10440 shewn a worse man than Achilles in leaving Dido

10441 PAGES 45-46 Antecedent to and independent of all laws, a 10442 man may learn to argue on the nature of moral obligation, and the 10443 duty of universal benevolence, from Cumberland, Wollaston, 10444 Shaftesbury, Hutcheson . . . but, would he feel what vice is in 10445 itself . . . let him enter into the passions of Lear, when he 10446 feels the ingratitude of his children; of Hamlet, when he learns 10447 the story of his father's murder; . . . and he will know the 10448 difference of right and wrong much more clearly than from all the 10449 moralists that ever wrote. 10450 the grandest Poetry is Immoral the Grandest characters 10451 Wicked. Very Satan. Capanius Othello a murderer. 10452 Prometheus. Jupiter. Jehovah, Jesus a wine bibber 10453 Cunning & Morality are not Poetry but Philosophy the Poet is 10454 Independent & Wicked the Philosopher is Dependent & Good 10455 Poetry is to excuse Vice & show its reason & necessary 10456 purgation

10457 PAGE 49 The industrious knave cultivates the soil; the 10458 indolent good man leaves it uncultivated. Who ought to reap the 10459 harvest? . . . The natural course of things decides in favour of 10460 the villain; the natural sentiments of men in favour of the man 10461 of virtue. 10462 false

10463 PAGES 56-67 As to those who think the notion of a future 10464 Life arose from the descriptions and inventions of the Poets, 10465 they may just as well suppose that eating and drinking had the 10466 same original . . . The Poets indeed altered the genuine 10467 sentiments of nature, and tinged the Light of Reason by 10468 introducing the wild conceits of Fancy . . . But still the root 10469 was natural, though the fruit was wild. All thatnature 10470 teacheis, that there is a future life, distinguished into 10471 different states of happiness and misery. 10472 False 10473 Nature Teaches nothing of Spiritual Life but only of Natural 10474 Life


10478 [P 74, blank at the end of "A Comparative View"] 10479 Every Sentiment & Opinion as well as Every Principle in 10480 Dante is in these Preliminary Essays Controverted & proved 10481 Foolish by his Translator If I have any Judgment in Such Things 10482 as Sentiments Opinions & Principles

10483 PAGE 118 . . . horrors of a civil war. <dagger>--Dante was 10484 at this time Prior of Florence and it was he who gave the advice, 10485 ruinous to himself, and pernicious to his 10486native 10487 country, of calling in the heads of the two factions to 10488 Florence. 10489 <dagger>Dante was a Fool or his Translator was Not That is 10490 Dante was Hired or Tr was Not 10491 It appears to Me that Men are hired to Run down Men of 10492 Genius under the Mask of Translators, but Dante gives too much 10493 Caesar he is not a Republican 10494 Dante was an Emperors <a Caesars> Man Luther also left the 10495 Priest & joind the Soldier

10496 PAGES 129-130 The fervours of religion have often actuated 10497 the passions to deeds of the wildest fanaticism. The booted 10498 Apostles of Germany, and the Crusades of Florence, carried their 10499 zeal to a very guilty degree. But the passion for any thing 10500 laudable will hardly carry men to a proper pitch, unless it be so 10501 strong as sometimes to push them beyond the golden mean. 10502 How very Foolish all this Is

10503 PAGE 131 Such were the effects of intolerance even in the 10504 extreme. In a more moderate degree, every well-regulated 10505 government, both ancient and modern, wereso far 10506 intolerantas not to admit the pollutions of every 10507 superstition and every pernicious opinion. It was from 10508 a regard to the morals of the people, that the Roman Magistrates 10509 expelled the Priest of Bacchus, in the first and most virtuous 10510 ages of the republic. It was on this principle that the 10511 Persians destroyed thetemples of Greece wherever 10512 they came 10513 If Well regulated Governments act so who can tell so well as 10514 the hireling Writer whose praise is contrary to what he Knows to 10515 be true 10516 Persians destroy the Temples & are praised for it

10517 PAGES 133-134. The Athenians and Romans kept a watchful 10518 eye, not only over the grosser superstitions, but over impiety . . . 10519 Polybius plainly attributes the fall of freedom in Greece to 10520 the prevalence of atheism . . . It was not till the republic was 10521 verging to its fall, that Caesar dared in open senate to laugh at 10522 the SPECULATIVE opinion of a future state. These were the times 10523 of universal toleration, when every pollution, from every clime, 10524 flowed to Rome, whence they had carefully been kept out 10525 before. 10526 What is Liberty without Universal Toleration

10527 PAGES 135-136 I leave it to these who are best acquainted 10528 with the spirit of antiquity, to determine whether a species of 10529 religion . . . had or had not a very principal share in raising 10530 those celebrated nations to the summit of their glory: their 10531 decline and fall, at least, may be fairly attributed to 10532 irreligion, and to the want of some general standard of morality, 10533 whose authority they all allowed, and to which they all appealed. 10534 The want of this pole-star left them adrift in the boundless 10535 ocean of conjecture; the disputes of their philosophers were 10536 endless, and their opinions of the grounds of morality were as 10537 different as their conditions, their tastes, and their 10538 pursuits. 10539 Yet simple country Hinds are Moral Enthusiasts Indignant 10540 against Knavery without a Moral criterion other than Native 10541 Honesty untaught while other country Hinds are as indignant 10542 against honesty & Enthusiasts for Cunning & Artifice

10543 PAGE 148 . . . but there are certain bounds even to 10544 liberty . . . 10545 If it is thus the extreme of black is white & of sweet sower 10546 & of good Evil & of Nothing Something

10547 To The Revd Dr Trusler

10548 Hercules Buildgs Lambeth Augst 16. 1799 10549 Revd Sir 10550 I find more & more that my Style of Designing is a Species 10551 by itself. & in this which I send you have been compelld by my 10552 Genius or Angel to follow where he led if I were to act otherwise 10553 it would not fulfill the purpose for which alone I live. which is 10554 in conjunction with such men as my friend Cumberland to renew the 10555 lost Art of the Greeks 10556 I attempted every morning for a fortnight together to follow 10557 your Dictate. but when I found my attempts were in vain. resolvd 10558 to shew an independence which I know will please an Author better 10559 than slavishly following the track of another however admirable 10560 that track may be At any rate my Excuse must be: I could not do 10561 otherwise, it was out of my power! 10562 I know I begged of you to give me your Ideas & promised to 10563 build on them here I counted without my host I now find my 10564 mistake 10565 The Design I have Sent. Is 10566 A Father taking leave of his Wife & Child. Is watchd by Two 10567 Fiends incarnate. with intention that when his back is turned 10568 they will murder the mother & her infant--If this is not 10569 Malevolence with a vengeance I have never seen it on Earth. & if 10570 you approve of this I have no doubt of giving you Benevolence 10571 with Equal Vigor. as also Pride & Humility. but cannot previously 10572 describe in words what I mean to Design for fear I should 10573 Evaporate [some of m] the Spirit of my Invention. But I 10574 hope that none of my Designs will be destitute of Infinite 10575 Particulars which will present themselves to the Contemplator. 10576 And tho I call them Mine I know that they are not Mine being of 10577 the same opinion with Milton when he says That the Muse visits 10578 his Slumbers & awakes & governs his Song when Morn purples The 10579 East. & being also in the predicament of that prophet who says I 10580 cannot go beyond the command of the Lord to speak good or bad 10581 If you approve of my Manner & it is agreeable to you. I 10582 would rather Paint Pictures in oil of the same dimensions than 10583 make Drawings. & on the same terms. by this means you will have a 10584 number of Cabinet pictures. which I flatter myself will not be 10585 unworthy of a Scholar of Rembrant & Teniers. whom I have Studied 10586 no less than Rafael & Michael angelo--Please to send me your 10587 orders respecting this & In my next Effort I promise more 10588 Expedition 10589 I am Revd Sir 10590 Your very humble servt 10591 WILLm BLAKE

10592 [To] Revd Dr Trusler, Englefield Green, Egham, Surrey

10593 13 Hercules Buildings,.Lambeth, August 23, 1799 10594 Revd Sir 10595 I really am sorry that you are falln out with the Spiritual 10596 World Especially if I should have to answer for it I feel very 10597 sorry that your Ideas & Mine on Moral Painting differ so much as 10598 to have made you angry with my method of Study. If I am wrong I 10599 am wrong in good company. I had hoped your plan comprehended All 10600 Species of this Art & Especially that you would not reject that 10601 Species which gives Existence to Every other. namely Visions of 10602 Eternity You say that I want somebody to Elucidate my Ideas. But 10603 you ought to know that What is Grand is necessarily obscure to 10604 Weak men. That which can be made Explicit to the Idiot is not 10605 worth my care. The wisest of the Ancients considerd what is not 10606 too Explicit as the fittest for Instruction because it rouzes the 10607 faculties to act. I name Moses Solomon Esop Homer Plato 10608 But as you have favord me with your remarks on my Design 10609 permit me in return to defend it against a mistaken one, which 10610 is. That I have supposed Malevolence without a Cause.--Is not 10611 Merit in one a Cause of Envy in another & Serenity & Happiness & 10612 Beauty a Cause of Malevolence. But Want of Money & the Distress 10613 of A Thief can never be alledged as the Cause of his Thievery. 10614 for many honest people endure greater hard ships with Fortitude 10615 We must therefore seek the Cause elsewhere than in want of Money 10616 for that is the Misers passion, not the Thiefs 10617 I have therefore proved your Reasonings Ill proportiond 10618 which you can never prove my figures to be. They are those of 10619 Michael Angelo Rafael & the Antique & of the best living Models. 10620 I percieve that your Eye[s] is perverted by Caricature 10621 Prints, which ought not to abound so much as they do. Fun I love 10622 but too much Fun is of all things the most loathsom. Mirth is 10623 better than Fun & Happiness is better than Mirth--I feel that a 10624 Man may be happy in This World. And I know that This World Is a 10625 World of Imagination & Vision I see Every thing I paint In This 10626 World, but Every body does not see alike. To the Eyes of a Miser 10627 a Guinea is more beautiful than the Sun & a bag worn with the use 10628 of Money has more beautiful proportions than a Vine filled with 10629 Grapes. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the Eyes 10630 of others only a Green thing that stands in the way. Some See 10631 Nature all Ridicule & Deformity & by these I shall not regulate 10632 my proportions, & Some Scarce see Nature at all But to the Eyes 10633 of the Man of Imagination Nature is Imagination itself. As a man 10634 is So he Sees. As the Eye is formed such are its Powers You 10635 certainly Mistake when you say that the Visions of Fancy are not 10636 be found in This World. To Me This World is all One continued 10637 Vision of Fancy or Imagination & I feel Flatterd when I am told 10638 So. What is it sets Homer Virgil & Milton in so high a rank of 10639 Art. Why is the Bible more

10640 Entertaining & Instructive than any other book. Is it not 10641 because they are addressed to the Imagination which is Spiritual 10642 Sensation & but mediately to the Understanding or Reason Such is 10643 True Painting and such <was> alone valued by the Greeks & the 10644 best modern Artists. Consider what Lord Bacon says "Sense sends 10645 over to Imagination before Reason have judged & Reason sends over 10646 to Imagination before the Decree can be acted." See Advancemt of 10647 Learning Part 2 P 47 of first Edition 10648 But I am happy to find a Great Majority of Fellow Mortals 10649 who can Elucidate My Visions & Particularly they have been 10650 Elucidated by Children who have taken a greater delight in 10651 contemplating my Pictures than I even hoped. Neither Youth nor 10652 Childhood is Folly or Incapacity Some Children are Fools 10653 & so are some Old Men. But There is a vast Majority on the 10654 side of Imagination or Spiritual Sensation 10655 To Engrave after another Painter is infinitely more 10656 laborious than to Engrave ones own Inventions. And of the Size 10657 you require my price has been Thirty Guineas & I cannot afford to 10658 do it for less. I had Twelve for the Head I sent you as a 10659 Specimen, but after my own designs I could do at least Six times 10660 the quantity of labour in the same time which will account for 10661 the difference of price as also that Chalk Engraving is at least 10662 six times as laborious as Aqua tinta. I have no objection to 10663 Engraving after another Artist. Engraving is the profession I 10664 was apprenticed to, & should never have attempted to live by any 10665 thing else If orders had not come in for my Designs & Paintings, 10666 which I have the pleasure to tell you are Increasing Every Day. 10667 Thus If I am a Painter it is not to be attributed to Seeking 10668 after. But I am contented whether I live by Painting or 10669 Engraving 10670 I am Revd Sir Your very obedient servant 10671 WILLIAM BLAKE

10672 [To] Mr [George] Cumberland, Bishopsgate, 10673 Windsor Great Park

10674 Hercules Buildings, Lambeth. Augst 26. 1799 10675 Dear Cumberland 10676 I ought long ago to have written to you to thank you for 10677 your kind recommendation to Dr Trusler which tho it has faild of 10678 success is not the less to be rememberd by me with Gratitude-- 10679 I have made him a Drawing in my best manner he has sent it 10680 back with a Letter full of Criticisms in which he says it accords 10681 not with his Intentions which are to Reject all Fancy from his 10682 Work. How far he Expects to please I cannot tell. But as I 10683 cannot paint Dirty rags & old Shoes where I ought to place Naked 10684 Beauty or simple ornament. I despair of Ever pleasing one Class 10685 of Men--Unfortunately our authors of books are among this Class 10686 how soon we Shall have a change for the better I cannot Prophecy. 10687 Dr Trusler says

10688 "Your Fancy from what I have seen of it. & I have seen 10689 variety at Mr Cumberlands seems to be in the other world or the 10690 World of Spirits. which accords not with my Intentions. which 10691 whilst living in This World Wish to follow the Nature of it" 10692 I could not help Smiling at the difference between the 10693 doctrines of Dr Trusler & those of Christ. But however for his 10694 own sake I am sorry that a Man should be so enamourd of 10695 Rowlandsons caricatures as to call them copies from life & 10696 manners or fit Things for a Clergyman to write upon 10697 Pray let me intreat you to persevere in your Designing it is 10698 the only source of Pleasure all your other pleasures depend 10699 upon It. It is the Tree Your Pleasures are the Fruit. Your 10700 Inventions of Intellectual Visions are the Stamina of every thing 10701 you value. Go on if not for your own sake yet for ours who love 10702 & admire your works. but above all For the Sake of the Arts. Do 10703 not throw aside for any long time the honour intended you by 10704 Nature to revive the Greek workmanship. I study your outlines as 10705 usual just as if they were antiques. 10706 As to Myself about whom you are so kindly Interested. I 10707 live by Miracle. I am Painting small Pictures from the Bible. 10708 For as to Engraving in which art I cannot reproach myself with 10709 any neglect yet I am laid by in a corner as if I did not Exist & 10710 Since my Youngs Night Thoughts have been publishd Even Johnson & 10711 Fuseli have discarded my Graver. But as I know that He who Works 10712 & has his health cannot starve. I laugh at Fortune & Go on & 10713 on. I think I foresee better Things than I have ever seen. My 10714 Work pleases my employer & I have an order for Fifty small 10715 Pictures at One Guinea each which is Something better than mere 10716 copying after another artist. But above all I feel myself happy 10717 & contented let what will come having passed now near twenty 10718 years in ups & downs I am used to them & perhaps a little 10719 practise in them may turn out to benefit. It is now Exactly 10720 Twenty years since I was upon the ocean of business & Tho I laugh 10721 at Fortune I am perswaded that She Alone is the Governor of 10722 Worldly Riches. & when it is Fit She will call on me till then I 10723 wait with Patience in hopes that She is busied among my Friends. 10724 With Mine & My Wifes best compliments to Mrs Cumberland 10725 I remain 10726 Yours sincerely 10727 WILLm BLAKE

10728 THE FOUR ZOAS <t403>

10729 The torments of Love & Jealousy in 10730 The Death and Judgement 10731 of Albion the Ancient Man

10732 by William Blake 1797

10733 Rest before Labour

10734 <4 lines of Greek text; Ephesians 6: 12>

10735 VALA

10736 Night the First

10737 The Song of the Aged Mother which shook the heavens with wrath <t405> 10738 Hearing the march of long resounding strong heroic Verse 10739 Marshalld in order for the day of Intellectual Battle

10740 Four Mighty Ones are in every Man; a Perfect Unity John XVII c. 21 & 22 & 23 v 10741 Cannot Exist. but from the Universal Brotherhood of Eden John I c. 14. v

10742 The Universal Man. To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen <Greek [kai eskanosen en [h]amen]>

10743 [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the Heavenly Father only 10744 [Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity <t407>

10745 Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & in the Earth 10746 Of a bright Universe Empery attended day & night 10747 Days & nights of revolving joy, Urthona was his name

10748 In Eden; in the Auricular Nerves of Human life 10749 Which is the Earth of Eden, he his Emanations propagated 10750 Fairies of Albion afterwards Gods of the Heathen, Daughter of Beulah Sing 10751 His fall into Division & his Resurrection to Unity 10752 His fall into the Generation of Decay & Death & his Regeneration by the Resurrection from the dead <t409>

10753 Begin with Tharmas Parent power. darkning in the West

10754 Lost! Lost! Lost! are my Emanations Enion O Enion <t410> 10755 We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret <t411> 10756 I have hidden Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me <t412> 10757 I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enion <t413> 10758 Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul <t414> 10759 Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of darkness & silence 10760 It is not Love I bear to [Jerusalem] It is Pity <t415> 10761 She hath taken refuge in my bosom & I cannot cast her out.

10762 The Men have recieved their death wounds & their Emanations are fled 10763 To me for refuge & I cannot turn them out for Pitys sake

10764 Enion said--Thy fear has made me tremble thy terrors have surrounded me <t416> 10765 All Love is lost Terror succeeds & Hatred instead of Love 10766 And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty. 10767 Once thou wast to Me the loveliest son of heaven--But now 10768 Why art thou Terrible and yet I love thee in thy terror till 10769 I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in Oblivion 10770 Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee & live 10771 Hide me some Shadowy semblance. secret whispring in my Ear 10772 In secret of soft wings. in mazes of delusive beauty 10773 I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd 10774 And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return

10775 Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds

10776 Why wilt thou Examine every little fibre of my soul 10777 Spreading them out before the Sun like Stalks of flax to dry 10778 The infant joy is beautiful but its anatomy 10779 Horrible Ghast & Deadly nought shalt thou find in it 10780 But Death Despair & Everlasting brooding Melancholy

10781 Thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost Examine thus 10782 Every moment of my secret hours Yea I know 10783 That I have sinnd & that my Emanations are become harlots 10784 I am already distracted at their deeds & if I look 10785 Upon them more Despair will bring self murder on my soul 10786 O Enion thou art thyself a root growing in hell 10787 Tho thus heavenly beautiful to draw me to destruction

10788 Sometimes I think thou art a flower expanding 10789 Sometimes I think thou art fruit breaking from its bud 10790 In dreadful dolor & pain & I am like an atom 10791 A Nothing left in darkness yet I am an identity 10792 I wish & feel & weep & groan Ah terrible terrible

10793 In Eden Females sleep the winter in soft silken veils <t418> 10794 Woven by their own hands to hide them in the darksom grave 10795 But Males immortal live renewd by female deaths. in soft 10796 Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs 10797 Enion said Farewell I die I hide from thy searching eyes

10798 So saying--From her bosom weaving soft in Sinewy threads 10799 A tabernacle for Jerusalem she sat among the Rocks <t419> 10800 Singing her lamentation. Tharmas groand among his Clouds 10801 Weeping, then bending from his Clouds he stoopd his innocent head <t420> 10802 And stretching out his holy hand in the vast Deep sublime 10803 Turnd round the circle of Destiny with tears & bitter sighs 10804 And said. Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer

10805 So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse 10806 In torment he sunk down & flowd among her filmy Woof <t421> 10807 His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire 10808 In gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve <t422> 10809 She counted. every vein & lacteal threading them among 10810 Her woof of terror. Terrified & drinking tears of woe 10811 Shuddring she wove--nine days & nights Sleepless her food was tears 10812 Wondring she saw her woof begin to animate. & not 10813 As Garments woven subservient to her hands but having a will 10814 Of its own perverse & wayward Enion lovd & wept

10815 Nine days she labourd at her work. & nine dark sleepless nights 10816 But on the tenth trembling morn the Circle of Destiny Complete <t423> 10817 Round rolld the Sea Englobing in a watry Globe self balancd

10818 A Frowning Continent appeard Where Enion in the Desart 10819 Terrified in her own Creation viewing her woven shadow 10820 Sat in a dread intoxication of Repentance & Contrition <t424> 10821 There is from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant rest 10822 Namd Beulah a Soft Moony Universe feminine lovely 10823 Pure mild & Gentle given in Mercy to those who sleep 10824 Eternally. Created by the Lamb of God around 10825 On all sides within & without the Universal Man 10826 The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreams <t425> 10827 Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death

10828 The Circle of Destiny complete they gave to it a Space 10829 And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love 10830 They said The Spectre is in every man insane & most 10831 Deformd Thro the three heavens descending in fury & fire 10832 We meet it with our Songs & loving blandishments & give 10833 To it a form of vegetation But this Spectre of Tharmas 10834 Is Eternal Death What shall we do O God pity & help <t426> 10835 So spoke they & closd the Gate of the Tongue in trembling fear <t427>

10836 What have I done! said Enion accursed wretch! What deed. <t428> 10837 Is this a deed of Love I know what I have done. I know 10838 Too late now to repent. Love is changd to deadly Hate <t429> 10839 A [ll] life is blotted out & I alone remain possessd with Fears <t430> 10840 I see the Shadow of the dead within my Soul wandering <t431> 10841 In darkness & solitude forming Seas of Doubt & rocks of Repentance <t432> 10842 Already are my Eyes reverted. all that I behold 10843 Within my Soul has lost its splendor & a brooding Fear 10844 Shadows me oer & drives me outward to a world of woe 10845 So waild she trembling before her own Created Phantasm <t433>

10846 She drew the Spectre forth from Tharmas in her shining loom <t435> 10847 Of Vegetation weeping in wayward infancy & sullen youth 10848 Listning to her soft lamentations soon his tongue began 10849 To Lisp out words & soon in masculine strength augmenting he 10850 Reard up a form of gold & stood upon the glittering rock 10851 A shadowy human form winged & in his depths 10852 The dazzlings as of gems shone clear, rapturous in fury <t436> 10853 Glorying in his own eyes Exalted in terrific Pride <t437> 10854 The Spectre thus spoke. Who art thou Diminutive husk & shell <t438> 10855 If thou hast sinnd & art polluted know that I am pure <t439> 10856 And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account 10857 All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee! mark it well! remember! <t440> 10858 This world is Thine in which thou dwellest that within thy soul <t441> 10859 That dark & dismal infinite where Thought roams up & down

10860 Is Mine & there thou goest when with one Sting of my tongue <t442> 10861 Envenomd thou rollst inwards to the place whence I emergd <t443>

10862 She trembling answerd Wherefore was I born & what am I <t444> 10863 I thought to weave a Covering for my Sins from wrath of Tharmas <t445>

10864 I thought Tharmas a Sinner & I murderd his Emanations <t447> 10865 His secret loves & Graces Ah me wretched What have I done <t448> 10866 For now I find that all those Emanations were my Childrens Souls <t449> 10867 And I have murderd them with Cruelty above atonement <t450> 10868 Those that remain have fled from my cruelty into the desarts 10869 And thou the delusive tempter to these deeds sittest before me <t451> 10870 In this thy world not mine tho dark I feel my world within <t452>

10871 Mingling his horrible brightness with her tender limbs then high she soard <t453> 10872 Above the ocean; a bright wonder that Nature shudder'd at <t454> 10873 Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix <t455> 10874 With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose <t456> 10875 In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour softening <t457> 10876 A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, <t458>

10877 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe 10878 Behold two little Infants wept upon the desolate wind. <t459> 10879 The first state weeping they began & helpless as a wave 10880 Beaten along its sightless way growing enormous in its motion to 10881 Its utmost goal, till strength from Enion like richest summer shining <t460> 10882 Raisd the bright boy & girl with glories from their heads beaming <t461> 10883 Drawing forth drooping mothers pity drooping mothers sorrow <t462>

10884 They sulk upon her breast her hair became like snow on mountains <t463> 10885 Weaker & weaker, weeping woful, wearier and wearier 10886 Faded & her bright Eyes decayd melted with pity & love

10887 And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain <t464> 10888 In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains 10889 Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love 10890 Ingrate they wanderd scorning her drawing her Spectrous Life 10891 Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power 10892 Into Non Entity revolving round in dark despair. 10893 And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy <t465> 10894 Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life <t466>

10895 Then Eno a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time <t467> 10896 And drew it out to Seven thousand years with much care & affliction <t468> 10897 And many tears & in Every year made windows into Eden <t469>

10898 She also took an atom of space & opend its center 10899 Into Infinitude & ornamented it with wondrous art 10900 Astonishd sat her Sisters of Beulah to see her soft affections 10901 To Enion & her children & they ponderd these things wondring 10902 And they Alternate kept watch over the Youthful terrors 10903 They saw not yet the Hand Divine for it was not yet reveald 10904 But they went on in Silent Hope & Feminine repose 10905 But Los & Enitharmon delighted in the Moony spaces of Eno <t470> 10906 Nine Times they livd among the forests, feeding n sweet fruits 10907 And nine bright Spaces wanderd weaving mazes of delight 10908 Snaring the wild Goats for their milk they eat the flesh of Lambs 10909 A male & female naked & ruddy as the pride of summer 10910 Alternate Love & Hate his breast; hers Scorn & Jealousy 10911 In embryon passions. they kiss'd not nor embrac'd for shame & fear <t471> 10912 His head beamd light & in his vigorous voice was prophecy 10913 He could controll the times & seasons, & the days & years 10914 She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest 10915 But had no power to weave a Veil of covering for her Sins 10916 She drave the Females all away from Los 10917 And Los drave all the Males from her away 10918 They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea. 10919 Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss <t472>

10920 But the two youthful wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas <t473> 10921 Thy name is Enitharmon; said the fierce prophetic boy <t474> 10922 While thy mild voice fills all these Caverns with sweet harmony 10923 O how our Parents sit & mourn in their silent secret bowers <t475>

10924 But Enitharmon answerd with a dropping tear & frowning <t476> 10925 Dark as a dewy morning when the crimson light appears <t477> 10926 To make us happy let them weary their immortal powers <t478> 10927 While we draw in their sweet delights while we return them scorn <t479> 10928 On scorn to feed our discontent; for if we grateful prove 10929 They will withhold sweet love, whose food is thorns & bitter roots. 10930 We hear the warlike clarions we view the turning spheres <t480> 10931 Yet Thou in indolence reposest holding me in bonds 10932 Hear! I will sing a Song of Death! it is a Song of Vala! <t481> 10933 The Fallen Man takes his repose: Urizen sleeps in the porch <t482> 10934 Luvah and Vala woke & flew up from the Human Heart <t483> 10935 Into the Brain; from thence upon the pillow Vala slumber'd. 10936 And Luvah siez'd the Horses of Light, & rose into the Chariot of Day 10937 Sweet laughter siezd me in my sleep! silent & close I laughd <t484> 10938 For in the visions of Vala I walkd with the mighty Fallen One <t485> 10939 I heard his voice among the branches, & among sweet flowers. <t486>

10940 Why is the light of Enitharmon darken'd in dewy morn <t487> 10941 Why is the silence of Enitharmon a terror & her smile a whirlwind <t488> 10942 Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones 10943 Why dost thou weep as Vala? & wet thy veil with dewy tears, <t489> 10944 In slumbers of my night-repose, infusing a false morning? 10945 Driving the Female Emanations all away from Los <t490> 10946 I have refusd to look upon the Universal Vision 10947 And wilt thou slay with death him who devotes himself to thee <t491> 10948 Once born for the sport & amusement of Man now born to drink up all his Powers

10949 I heard the sounding sea; I heard the voice weaker and weaker; 10950 The voice came & went like a dream, I awoke in my sweet bliss. 10951 Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd 10952 He answer'd, darkning more with indignation hid in smiles <t492>

10953 I die not Enitharmon tho thou singst thy Song of Death <t493> 10954 Nor shalt thou me torment For I behold the Fallen Man <t494> 10955 Seeking to comfort Vala, she will not be comforted 10956 She rises from his throne and seeks the shadows of her garden 10957 Weeping for Luvah lost, in the bloody beams of your false morning 10958 Sickning lies the Fallen Man his head sick his heart faint <t496> 10959 Mighty atchievement of your power! Beware the punishment 10960 I see, invisible descend into the Gardens of Vala 10961 Luvah walking on the winds, I see the invisible knife 10962 I see the shower of blood: I see the swords & spears of futurity 10963 Tho in the Brain of Man we live, & in his circling Nerves. 10964 Tho' this bright world of all our joy is in the Human Brain. 10965 Where Urizen & all his Hosts hang their immortal lamps 10966 Thou neer shalt leave this cold expanse where watry Tharmas mourns

10967 So spoke Los. Scorn & Indignation rose upon Enitharmon 10968 Then Enitharmon reddning fierce stretchd her immortal hands <t497>

10969 Descend O Urizen descend with horse & chariots 10970 Threaten not me O visionary thine the punishment 10971 The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts 10972 Form the rebellious Spirits of Heaven. but War & Princedom & Victory & Blood <t498>

10973 Night darkend as she spoke! a shuddring ran from East to West <t500> 10974 A Groan was heard on high. The warlike clarions ceast. the Spirits 10975 Of Luvah & Vala shudderd in their Orb: an orb of blood!

10976 Eternity groand & was troubled at the Image of Eternal Death 10977 The Wandering Man bow'd his faint head and Urizen descended 10978 And the one must have murderd the other if he had not descended <t501>

10979 Indignant muttering low thunders; Urizen descended 10980 Gloomy sounding, Now I am God from Eternity to Eternity

10981 Sullen sat Los plotting Revenge. Silent he eye'd the Prince <t502> 10982 Of Light. Silent the prince of Light viewd Los. at length a brooded <t503> 10983 Smile broke from Urizen for Enitharmon brightend more & more 10984 Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

10985 Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give 10986 The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands 10987 Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man 10988 Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah. Lo these starry hosts 10989 They are thy servants if thou wilt obey my awful Law 10990 Los answerd furious art thou one of those who when most complacent 10991 Mean mischief most. If you are such Lo! I am also such 10992 One must be master. try thy Arts I also will try mine 10993 For I percieve Thou hast Abundance which I claim as mine

10994 Urizen startled stood but not Long soon he cried 10995 Obey my voice young Demon I am God from Eternity to Eternity

10996 Thus Urizen spoke collected in himself in awful pride

10997 Art thou a visionary of Jesus the soft delusion of Eternity 10998 Lo I am God the terrible destroyer & not the Saviour 10999 Why should the Divine Vision compell the sons of Eden 11000 to forego each his own delight to war against his Spectre <t504> 11001 The Spectre is the Man the rest is only delusion & fancy

11002 So spoke the Prince of Light & sat beside the Seat of Los 11003 Upon the sandy shore rested his chariot of fire

11004 Ten thousand thousand were his hosts of spirits on the wind: 11005 Ten thousand thousand glittering Chariots shining in the sky: 11006 They pour upon the golden shore beside the silent ocean. 11007 Rejoicing in the Victory & the heavens were filld with blood <t505>

11008 The Earth spread forth her table wide. the Night a silver cup 11009 Fill'd with the wine of anguish waited at the golden feast 11010 But the bright Sun was not as yet; he filling all the expanse 11011 Slept as a bird in the blue shell that soon shall burst away

11012 Los saw the wound of his blow he saw he pitied he wept <t506> 11013 Los now repented that he had smitten Enitharmon he felt love 11014 Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins 11015 To heal the wound of his smiting

11016 They eat the fleshly bread, they drank the nervous wine <t507>

11017 They listend to the Elemental Harps & Sphery Song 11018 They view'd the dancing Hours, quick sporting thro' the sky 11019 With winged radiance scattering joys thro the ever changing light

11020 But Luvah & Vala standing in the bloody sky <t508> 11021 On high remaind alone forsaken in fierce jealousy 11022 They stood above the heavens forsaken desolate suspended in blood 11023 Descend they could not. nor from Each other avert their eyes 11024 Eternity appeard above them as One Man infolded 11025 In Luvah[s] robes of blood & bearing all his afflictions <t509> 11026 As the sun shines down on the misty earth Such was the Vision

11027 But purple night and crimson morning & golden day descending <t510> 11028 Thro' the clear changing atmosphere display'd green fields among 11029 The varying clouds, like paradises stretch'd in the expanse 11030 With towns & villages and temples, tents sheep-folds and pastures 11031 Where dwell the children of the elemental worlds in harmony. 11032 Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away <t511> 11033 And wintry woes succeed; successive driven into the Void 11034 Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast

11035 And Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn <t512> 11036 The Nuptial Song arose from all the thousand thousand spirits <t513> 11037 Over the joyful Earth & Sea, and ascended into the Heavens 11038 For Elemental Gods their thunderous Organs blew; creating 11039 Delicious Viands. Demons of Waves their watry Eccho's woke! 11040 Bright Souls of vegetative life, budding and blossoming <t514>

11041 Stretch their immortal hands to smite the gold & silver Wires 11042 And with immortal Voice soft warbling fill all Earth & Heaven. 11043 With doubling Voices & loud Horns wound round sounding 11044 Cavernous dwellers fill'd the enormous Revelry, Responsing! 11045 And Spirits of Flaming fire on high, govern'd the mighty Song.

11046 And This the Song! sung at The Feast of Los & Enitharmon

11047 Ephraim calld out to Zion: Awake O Brother Mountain <t515> 11048 Let us refuse the Plow & Spade, the heavy Roller & spiked 11049 Harrow. burn all these Corn fields. throw down all these fences 11050 Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far

11051 Than all these labours of the harvest & the vintage. See the river 11052 Red with the blood of Men. swells lustful round my rocky knees 11053 My clouds are not the clouds of verdant fields & groves of fruit 11054 But Clouds of Human Souls. my nostrils drink the lives of Men <t516>

11055 The Villages Lament. they faint outstretchd upon the plain 11056 Wailing runs round the Valleys from the Mill & from the Barn <t517>

11057 But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dread <t518> 11058 Hiding their books & pictures. underneath the dens of Earth

11059 The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad 11060 With wine of cruelty. Let us plat a Scourge O Sister City <t519> 11061 Children are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed 11062 With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood <t520>

11063 The Horse is of more value than the Man. The Tyger fierce 11064 Laughs at the Human form. the Lion mocks & thirsts for blood 11065 They cry O Spider spread thy web! Enlarge thy bones & fill'd 11066 With marrow. sinews & flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice 11067 Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together 11068 To desolate their cities! Man shall be no more! Awake O Hosts 11069 The bow string sang upon the hills! Luvah & Vala ride 11070 Triumphant in the bloody sky. & the Human form is no more <t521>

11071 The listning Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back 11072 He cried out to his Father, depart! depart! but sudden Siez'd <t522> 11073 And clad in steel. & his Horse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle <t523> 11074 Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the Mighty Father <t524>

11075 Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round 11076 His head shrill sounding in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise 11077 Of war, The Mountains fled away they sought a place beneath 11078 Vala remaind in desarts of dark solitude. nor Sun nor Moon

11079 By night nor day to comfort her, she labourd in thick smoke <t525> 11080 Tharmas endurd not, he fled howling. then a barren waste sunk 11081 Conglobing in the dark confusion, Mean time Los was born 11082 And Thou O Enitharmon! Hark I hear the hammers of Los <t526>

11083 They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges 11084 The innumerable sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces 11085 Melt into furrows. winter blows his bellows: ice & Snow 11086 Tend the dire anvils. Mountains mourn & Rivers faint & fail

11087 There is no City nor Corn-field nor Orchard! all is Rock & Sand 11088 There is no Sun nor Moon nor Star. but rugged wintry rocks 11089 Justling together in the void suspended by inward fires 11090 Impatience now no longer can endure. Distracted Luvah

11091 Bursting forth from the loins of Enitharmon, Thou fierce Terror 11092 Go howl in vain, Smite Smite his fetters Smite O wintry hammers 11093 Smite Spectre of Urthona, mock the fiend who drew us down 11094 From heavens of joy into this Deep. Now rage but rage in vain

11095 Thus Sang the Demons of the Deep. the Clarions of War blew loud 11096 The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine 11097 The Enormous Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen 11098 With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine 11099 And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far

11100 But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn 11101 Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss 11102 From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain

11103 At distance Far in Night repelld. in direful hunger craving 11104 Summers & Winters round revolving in the frightful deep.

11105 Enion blind & age-bent wept upon the desolate wind <t527>

11106 Why does the Raven cry aloud and no eye pities her? 11107 Why fall the Sparrow & the Robin in the foodless winter? 11108 Faint! shivering they sit on leafless bush, or frozen stone <t528>

11109 Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little 11110 Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy 11111 Gave songs of gratitude to waving corn fields round their nest.<t529>

11112 Why howl the Lion & the Wolf? why do they roam abroad? <t530> 11113 Deluded by summers heat they sport in enormous love <t531> 11114 And cast their young out to the hungry wilds & sandy desarts

11115 Why is the Sheep given to the knife? the Lamb plays in the Sun 11116 He starts! he hears the foot of Man! he says, Take thou my wool 11117 But spare my life, but he knows not that winter cometh fast. <t532>

11118 The Spider sits in his labourd Web, eager watching for the Fly 11119 Presently comes a famishd Bird & takes away the Spider 11120 His Web is left all desolate, that his little anxious heart 11121 So careful wove; & spread it out with sighs and weariness.

11122 This was the Lamentation of Enion round the golden Feast 11123 Eternity groand and was troubled at the image of Eternal Death 11124 Without the body of Man an Exudation from his sickning limbs

11125 Now Man was come to the Palm tree & to the Oak of Weeping <t533> 11126 Which stand upon the Edge of Beulah & he sunk down 11127 From the Supporting arms of the Eternal Saviour; who disposd 11128 The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality 11129 Upon The Rock of Ages. Watching over him with Love & Care <t534>

11130 Then those in Great Eternity met in the Council of God 11131 As one Man for contracting their Exalted Senses

11132 They behold Multitude or Expanding they behold as one 11133 As One Man all the Universal family & that one Man <t536> 11134 They call Jesus the Christ & they in him & he in them 11135 Live in Perfect harmony in Eden the land of life 11136 Consulting as One Man above the Mountain of Snowdon Sublime <t537>

11137 For messengers from Beulah come in tears & darkning clouds 11138 Saying Shiloh is in ruins our brother is sick Albion He <t538> 11139 Whom thou lovest is sick he wanders from his house of Eternity 11140 The daughters of Beulah terrified have closd the Gate of the Tongue 11141 Luvah & Urizen contend in war around the holy tent

11142 So spoke the Ambassadors from Beulah & with solemn mourning <t539> 11143 They were introducd to the divine presence & they kneeled down 11144 In Conways Vale thus recounting the Wars of Death Eternal <t540>

11145 The Eternal Man wept in the holy tent Our Brother in Eternity 11146 Even Albion whom thou lovest wept in pain his family 11147 Slept round on hills & valleys in the regions of his love 11148 But Urizen awoke & Luvah woke & thus conferrd

11149 Thou Luvah said the Prince of Light behold our sons & daughters 11150 Reposd on beds. let them sleep on. do thou alone depart 11151 Into thy wished Kingdom where in Majesty & Power 11152 We may erect a throne. deep in the North I place my lot 11153 Thou in the South listen attentive. In silent of this night 11154 I will infold the Eternal tent in clouds opake while thou 11155 Siezing the chariots of the morning. Go oufleeting ride 11156 Afar into the Zenith high bending thy furious course 11157 Southward with half the tents of men inclosd in clouds 11158 Of Tharmas & Urthona. I remaining in porches of the brain 11159 Will lay my scepter on Jerusalem the Emanation 11160 On all her sons & on thy sons O Luvah & on mine <t541> 11161 Till dawn was wont to wake them then my trumpet sounding loud 11162 Ravishd away in night my strong command shall be obeyd 11163 For I have placd my centinels in stations each tenth man 11164 Is bought & sold & in dim night my Word shall be their law

11165 Luvah replied Dictate to thy Equals. am not I 11166 The Prince of all the hosts of Men nor Equal know in Heaven 11167 If I arise into the Zenith leaving thee to watch 11168 The Emanation & her Sons the Satan & the Anak 11169 Sihon and Og. wilt thou not rebel to my laws remain 11170 In darkness building thy strong throne & in my ancient night 11171 Daring my power wilt arm my sons against me in the Atlantic <t542> 11172 My deep My night which thou assuming hast assumed my Crown 11173 I will remain as well as thou & here with hands of blood 11174 Smite this dark sleeper in his tent then try my strength with thee

11175 While thus he spoke his fires reddend oer the holy tent <t543> 11176 Urizen cast deep darkness round him silent brooding death 11177 Eternal death to Luvah. raging Luvah pourd 11178 The Lances of Urizen from chariots. round the holy tent 11179 Discord began & yells & cries shook the wide firmament

11180 Beside his anvil stood Urthona dark. a mass of iron 11181 Glowd furious on the anvil prepard for spades & coulters All 11182 His sons fled from his side to join the conflict pale he heard 11183 The Eternal voice he stood the sweat chilld on his mighty limbs 11184 He dropd his hammer. dividing from his aking bosom fled 11185 A portion of his life shrieking upon the wind she fled 11186 And Tharmas took her in pitying Then Enion in jealous fear 11187 Murderd her & hid her in her bosom embalming her for fear 11188 She should arise again to life Embalmd in Enions bosom 11189 Enitharmon remains a corse such thing was never known 11190 In Eden that one died a death never to be revivd 11191 Urthona stood in terror but not long his spectre fled 11192 To Enion & his body fell. Tharmas beheld him fall 11193 Endlong a raging serpent rolling round the holy tent 11194 The sons of war astonishd at the Glittring monster drove 11195 Him far into the world of Tharmas into a cavernd rock

11196 But Urizen with darkness overspreading all the armies 11197 Sent round his heralds secretly commanding to depart 11198 Into the north Sudden with thunders sound his multitudes 11199 Retreat from the fierce conflict all the sons of Urizen at once 11200 Mustring together in thick clouds leaving the rage of Luvah 11201 To pour its fury on himself & on the Eternal Man

11202 Sudden down fell they all together into an unknown Space 11203 Deep horrible without End. Separated from Beulah far beneath 11204 The Mans exteriors are become indefinite opend to pain 11205 In a fierce hungring void & none can visit his regions

11206 Jerusalem his Emanation is become a ruin <t544> 11207 Her little ones are slain on the top of every street <t545> 11208 And she herself le[d] captive & scatterd into the indefinite <t546> 11209 Gird on thy sword O thou most mighty in glory & majesty 11210 Destroy these opressors of Jerusalem & those who ruin Shiloh

11211 So spoke the Messengers of Beulah. Silently removing 11212 The Family Divine drew up the Universal tent 11213 Above High Snowdon & closd the Messengers in clouds around <t547> 11214 Till the time of the End. Then they Elected Seven. called the Seven 11215 Eyes of God & the Seven lamps of the Almighty 11216 The Seven are one within the other the Seventh is named Jesus

11217 The Lamb of God blessed for ever & he followd the Man 11218 Who wanderd in mount Ephraim seeking a Sepulcher 11219 His inward eyes closing from the Divine vision & all 11220 His children wandering outside from his bosom fleeing away <t548>

11221 The Daughters of Beulah beheld the Emanation they pitied 11222 They wept before the Inner gates of Enitharmons bosom 11223 And of her fine wrought brain & of her bowels within her loins 11224 Three gates within Glorious & bright open into Beulah <t550> 11225 From Enitharmons inward parts but the bright female terror 11226 Refusd to open the bright gates she closd and barrd them fast 11227 Lest Los should enter into Beulah thro her beautiful gates 11228 The Emanation stood before the Gates of Enitharmon <t551> 11229 Weeping. the Daughters of Beulah silent in the Porches 11230 Spread her a couch unknown to Enitharmon here reposd 11231 Jerusalem in slumbers soft lulld into silent rest 11232 Terrific ragd the Eternal Wheels of intellect terrific ragd 11233 The living creatures of the wheels in the Wars of Eternal life 11234 But perverse rolld the wheels of Urizen & Luvah back reversd 11235 Downwards & outwards consuming in the wars of Eternal Death <t552>

11236 End of The First Night

11237 VALA

11238 Night the [Second] <t553>

11239 Rising upon his Couch of Death Albion beheld his Sons 11240 Turning his Eyes outward to Self. losing the Divine Vision 11241 Albion calld Urizen & said. Behold these sickning Spheres <t554> 11242 Whence is this Voice of Enion that soundeth in my Porches <t555> 11243 Take thou possession! take this Scepter! go forth in my might 11244 For I am weary, & must sleep in the dark sleep of Death <t556> 11245 Thy brother Luvah hath smitten me but pity thou his youth <t557> 11246 Tho thou hast not pitid my Age O Urizen Prince of Light

11247 Urizen rose from the bright Feast like a star thro' the evening sky 11248 Exulting at the voice that calld him from the Feast of envy <t558> 11249 First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death 11250 Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain 11251 And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light 11252 No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath 11253 Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss 11254 Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving 11255 All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave

11256 Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in

11257 Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay 11258 He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror 11259 His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth <t559>

11260 Luvah & Vala trembling & shrinking, beheld the great Work master <t560> 11261 And heard his Word! Divide ye bands influence by influence 11262 Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep 11263 Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion

11264 The Bands of Heaven flew thro the air singing & shouting to Urizen <t561> 11265 Some fix'd the anvil, some the loom erected, some the plow 11266 And harrow formd & framd the harness of silver & ivory 11267 The golden compasses, the quadrant & the rule & balance 11268 They erected the furnaces, they formd the anvils of gold beaten in mills 11269 Where winter beats incessant, fixing them firm on their base 11270 The bellows began to blow & the Lions of Urizen stood round the anvil

11271 And the leopards coverd with skins of beasts tended the roaring fires 11272 Sublime distinct their lineaments divine of human beauty <t562> 11273 The tygers of wrath called the horses of instruction from their mangers 11274 They unloos'd them & put on the harness of gold & silver & ivory 11275 In human forms distinct they stood round Urizen prince of Light 11276 Petrifying all the Human Imagination into rock & sand <t563> 11277 Groans ran along Tyburns brook and along the River of Oxford 11278 Among the Druid Temples. Albion groand on Tyburns brook 11279 Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains trembled 11280 Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood 11281 From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth <t564> 11282 Fled with the noise of Slaughter & the stars of heaven Fled 11283 Jerusalem came down in a dire ruin over all the Earth 11284 She fell cold from Lambeths Vales in groans & Dewy death 11285 The dew of anxious souls the death-sweat of the dying 11286 In every pillard hall & arched roof of Albions skies 11287 The brother & the brother bathe in blood upon the Severn 11288 The Maiden weeping by. The father & the mother with 11289 The Maidens father & her mother fainting over the body 11290 And the Young Man the Murderer fleeing over the mountains

11291 Reuben slept on Penmaenmawr & Levi slept on Snowdon 11292 Their eyes their ears nostrils & tongues roll outward they behold 11293 What is within now seen without they are raw to the hungry wind 11294 They become Nations far remote in a little & dark Land 11295 The Daughters of Albion girded around their garments of Needlework

11296 Stripping Jerusalems curtains from mild demons of the hills 11297 Across Europe & Asia to China & Japan like lightenings 11298 They go forth & return to Albion on his rocky couch 11299 Gwendolen Ragan Sabrina Gonorill Mehetabel Cordella 11300 Boadicea Conwenna Estrild Gwinefrid Ignoge Cambel 11301 Binding Jerusalems Children in the dungeons of Babylon 11302 They play before the Armies before the hounds of Nimrod 11303 While The Prince of Light on Salisbury plain among the druid stones <t565>

11304 Rattling the adamantine chains & hooks heave up the ore 11305 In mountainous masses, plung'd in furnaces, & they shut & seald <t566> 11306 The furnaces a time & times; all the while blew the North 11307 His cloudy bellows & the South & East & dismal West 11308 And all the while the plow of iron cut the dreadful furrows 11309 In Ulro beneath Beulah where the Dead wail Night & Day

11310 Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction & sealed 11311 And Vala fed in cruel delight, the furnaces with fire 11312 Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep 11313 The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power 11314 He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw

11315 Vala incircle round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd 11316 In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah 11317 With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth

11318 Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen

11319 If I indeed am Valas King & ye O sons of Men <t567> 11320 The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting 11321 When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure 11322 I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew 11323 A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me 11324 Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight 11325 I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land 11326 And I commanded springs to rise for her in he black desart 11327 Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous <t568> 11328 I opend all the floodgates of the heavens to quench her thirst

11329 And I commanded the Great deep to hide her in his hand 11330 Till she became a little weeping Infant a span long 11331 I carried her in my bosom as a man carries a lamb 11332 I loved her I gave her all my soul & my delight 11333 I hid her in soft gardens & in secret bowers of Summer 11334 Weaving mazes of delight along the sunny Paradise 11335 Inextricable labyrinths, She bore me sons & daughters 11336 And they have taken her away & hid her from my sight

11337 They have surrounded me with walls of iron & brass, O Lamb <t569> 11338 Of God clothed in Luvahs garments little knowest thou <t570> 11339 Of death Eternal that we all go to Eternal Death 11340 To our Primeval Chaos in fortuitous concourse of incoherent 11341 Discordant principles of Love & Hate I suffer affliction 11342 Because I love. for I was love but hatred awakes in me <t571> 11343 And Urizen who was Faith & Certainty is changd to Doubt 11344 The hand of Urizen is upon me because I blotted out 11345 That Human delusion to deliver all the sons of God <t572> 11346 From bondage of the Human form, O first born Son of Light 11347 O Urizen my enemy I weep for thy stern ambition 11348 But weep in vain O when will you return Vala the Wanderer

11349 These were the words of Luvah patient in afflictions 11350 Reasoning from the loins in the unreal forms of Ulros night <t573>

11351 And when Luvah age after age was quite melted with woe 11352 The fires of Vala faded like a shadow cold & pale 11353 An evanescent shadow. last she fell a heap of Ashes 11354 Beneath the furnaces a woful heap in living death 11355 Then were the furnaces unseald with spades & pickaxes 11356 Roaring let out the fluid, the molten metal ran in channels 11357 Cut by the plow of ages held in Urizens strong hand 11358 In many a valley, for the Bulls of Luvah dragd the Plow

11359 With trembling horror pale aghast the Children of Man <t574> 11360 Stood on the infinite Earth & saw these visions in the air 11361 In waters & in Earth beneath they cried to one another 11362 What are we terrors to one another. Come O brethren wherefore 11363 Was this wide Earth spread all abroad. not for wild beasts to roam 11364 But many stood silent & busied in their families 11365 And many said We see no Visions in the darksom air 11366 Measure the course of that sulphur orb that lights the darksom day <t575> 11367 Set stations on this breeding Earth & let us buy & sell 11368 Others arose & schools Erected forming Instruments 11369 To measure out the course of heaven. Stern Urizen beheld 11370 In woe his brethren & his Sons in darkning woe lamenting 11371 Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in thunders 11372 Commanding all the work with care & power & severity

11373 Then siezd the Lions of Urizen their work, & heated in the forge 11374 Roar the bright masses, thund'ring beat the hammers, many a pyramid <t576> 11375 Is form'd & thrown down thund'ring into the deeps of Non Entity 11376 Heated red hot they hizzing rend their way down many a league 11377 Till resting. each his [center] finds; suspended there they stand <t577> 11378 Casting their sparkles dire abroad into the dismal deep 11379 For measurd out in orderd spaces the Sons of Urizen <t578> 11380 With compasses divide the deep; they the strong scales erect

11381 That Luvah rent from the faint Heart of the Fallen Man <t579> 11382 And weigh the massy Cubes, then fix them in their awful stations <t580> 11383 And all the time in Caverns shut, the golden Looms erected 11384 First spun, then wove the Atmospheres, there the Spider & Worm 11385 Plied the wingd shuttle piping shrill thro' all the list'ning threads 11386 Beneath the Caverns roll the weights of lead & spindles of iron 11387 The enormous warp & woof rage direful in the affrighted deep

11388 While far into the vast unknown, the strong wing'd Eagles bend 11389 Their venturous flight, in Human forms distinct; thro darkness deep 11390 They bear the woven draperies; on golden hooks they hang abroad 11391 The universal curtains & spread out from Sun to Sun 11392 The vehicles of light, they separate the furious particles 11393 Into mild currents as the water mingles with the wine.

11394 While thus the Spirits of strongest wing enlighten the dark deep 11395 The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak 11396 Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net

11397 Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets 11398 Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute 11399 Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense 11400 In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight 11401 Bind them, condensing the strong energies into little compass <t581> 11402 Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some 11403 The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners

11404 Then rose the Builders; First the Architect divine his plan 11405 Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite 11406 Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line. 11407 Trigon & cubes divide the elements in finite bonds 11408 Multitudes without number work incessant: the hewn stone 11409 Is placd in beds of mortar mingled with the ashes of Vala 11410 Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed

11411 Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd 11412 The wondrous building & three Central Dome after the Names <t582> 11413 Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls 11414 Every hall surrounded by bright Paradises of Delight 11415 In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers <t583> 11416 Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd 11417 The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright 11418 With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs

11419 His Shadowy Feminine Semblance here reposd on a White Couch <t584> 11420 Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend 11421 Like a bright Cloud in harvest. but when Urizen frownd She wept 11422 In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back

11423 Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches 11424 Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat 11425 A Shadow of Despair therefore toward the West Urizen formd 11426 A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale 11427 Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon 11428 A Golden Altar burnt perfumes with Art Celestial formd 11429 Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother <t585> 11430 As[c]ending into her misty garments the blue smoke rolld to revive <t586> 11431 Her cold limbs in the absence of her Lord. Also her sons 11432 With lives of Victims sacrificed upon an altar of brass 11433 On the East side. Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds 11434 Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom 11435 Of terrible workmanship the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves 11436 One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation 11437 It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons 11438 And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

11439 When Urizen returnd from his immense labours & travels <t587> 11440 Descending She reposd beside him folding him round 11441 In her bright skirts. Astonishd & Confounded he beheld 11442 Her shadowy form now Separate he shudderd & was silent 11443 Till her caresses & her tears revivd him to life & joy 11444 Two wills they had two intellects & not as in times of old 11445 This Urizen percievd & silent brooded in darkning Clouds 11446 To him his Labour was but Sorrow & his Kingdom was Repentance 11447 He drave the Male Spirits all away from Ahania 11448 And she drave all the Females from him away

11449 Los joyd & Enitharmon laughd, saying Let us go down 11450 And see this labour & sorrow; They went down to see the woes 11451 Of Vala & the woes of Luvah, to draw in their delights

11452 And Vala like a shadow oft appeard to Urizen

11453 The King of Light beheld her mourning among the Brick kilns compelld 11454 To labour night & day among the fires, her lamenting voice 11455 Is heard when silent night returns & the labourers take their rest

11456 O Lord wilt thou not look upon our sore afflictions 11457 Among these flames incessant labouring, our hard masters laugh 11458 At all our sorrow. We are made to turn the wheel for water 11459 To carry the heavy basket on our scorched shoulders, to sift 11460 The sand & ashes, & to mix the clay with tears & repentance 11461 I see not Luvah as of old I only see his feet <t588> 11462 Like pillars of fire travelling thro darkness & non entity

11463 The times are now returnd upon us, we have given ourselves 11464 To scorn and now are scorned by the slaves of our enemies 11465 Our beauty is coverd over with clay & ashes, & our backs 11466 Furrowd with whips, & our flesh bruised with the heavy basket 11467 Forgive us O thou piteous one whom we have offended, forgive 11468 The weak remaining shadow of Vala that returns in sorrow to thee.

11469 Thus she lamented day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow 11470 Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love 11471 Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not

11472 Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not 11473 Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke

11474 And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy <t589> 11475 From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen 11476 And Enitharmon joyd Plotting to rend the secret cloud 11477 To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania

11478 But infinitely beautiful the wondrous work arose <t590> 11479 In sorrow & care. a Golden World whose porches round the heavens <t591> 11480 And pillard halls & rooms recievd the eternal wandering stars 11481 A wondrous golden Building; many a window many a door 11482 And many a division let in & out into the vast unknown 11483 [Cubed] in [window square] immoveable, within its walls & cielings 11484<t592> 11485 The heavens were closd and spirits mournd their bondage night and day 11486 And the Divine Vision appeard in Luvahs robes of blood <t593>

11487 Thus was the Mundane shell builded by Urizens strong power

11488 Sorrowing went the Planters forth to plant, the Sowers to sow <t594> 11489 They dug the channels for the rivers & they pourd abroad

11490 The seas & lakes, they reard the mountains & the rocks & hills 11491 On broad pavilions, on pillard roofs & porches & high towers 11492 In beauteous order, thence arose soft clouds & exhalations 11493 Wandering even to the sunny Cubes of light & heat <t595> 11494 For many a window ornamented with sweet ornaments 11495 Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless torrents <t596> 11496 His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths

11497 On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round <t597> 11498 They weighd & orderd all & Urizen comforted saw <t598> 11499 The wondrous work flow forth like visible out of the invisible 11500 For the Divine Lamb Even Jesus who is the Divine Vision <t599> 11501 Permitted all lest Man should fall into Eternal Death 11502 For when Luvah sunk down himself put on the robes of blood 11503 Lest the state calld Luvah should cease. & the Divine Vision 11504 Walked in robes of blood till he who slept should awake

11505 Thus were the stars of heaven created like a golden chain 11506 To bind the Body of Man to heaven from failing into the Abyss <t600> 11507 Each took his station, & his course began with sorrow & care <t601>

11508 In sevens & tens & fifties, hundreds, thousands, numberd all 11509 According to their various powers. Subordinate to Urizen 11510 And to his sons in their degrees & to his beauteous daughters

11511 Travelling in silent majesty along their orderd ways 11512 In right lined paths outmeasurd by proportions of number weight<t602> 11513 And measure. mathematic motion wondrous. along the deep 11514 In fiery pyramid. or Cube. or unornamented pillar <t603> 11515 Of fire far shining. travelling along even to its destind end 11516 Then falling down. a terrible space recovring in winter dire 11517 Its wasted strength. It back returns upon a nether course <t604> 11518 Till fired with ardour fresh recruited in its humble season <t605> 11519 It rises up on high all summer till its wearied course 11520 Turns into autumn. such the period of many worlds 11521 Others triangular right angled course maintain. others obtuse <t606> 11522 Acute Scalene, in simple paths. but others move <t607> 11523 In intricate ways biquadrate. Trapeziums Rhombs Rhomboids 11524 Paralellograms. triple & quadruple. polygonic 11525 In their amazing hard subdued course in the vast deep <t608>

11526 And Los & Enitharmon were drawn down by their desires 11527 Descending sweet upon the wind among soft harps & voices <t609> 11528 To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania <t610> 11529 To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahanias midnight pillow

11530 Urizen saw & envied & his imagination was filled 11531 Repining he contemplated the past in his bright sphere 11532 Terrified with his heart & spirit at the visions of futurity 11533 That his dread fancy formd before him in the unformd void

11534 For Los & Enitharmon walkd forth on the dewy Earth <t611> 11535 Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses 11536 At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee 11537 At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star 11538 Or standing on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves 11539 Driving the storms before them or delighting in sunny beams 11540 While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony <t612>

11541 And Los said. Lo the Lilly pale & the rose reddning fierce <t613> 11542 Reproach thee & the beamy gardens sicken at thy beauty 11543 I grasp thy vest in my strong hand in vain. like water springs 11544 In the bright sands of Los. evading my embrace. then I alone 11545 Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry

11546 The poor forsaken Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail 11547 The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

11548 Enitharmon answerd Secure now from the smitings of thy Power <t614> 11549 Demon of fury If the God enrapturd me infolds 11550 In clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form dissolving 11551 Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins <t615> 11552 Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted 11553 Upon the rose or lilly pale. or on a bank where sleep <t616> 11554 The beamy daughters of the light starting they rise they flee 11555 From thy fierce love for tho I am dissolvd in the bright God 11556 My spirit still pursues thy false love over rocks & valleys

11557 Los answerd Therefore fade I thus dissolvd in rapturd trance 11558 Thou canst repose on clouds of secrecy while oer my limbs 11559 Cold dews & hoary frost creeps thro I lie on banks of summer 11560 Among the beauties of the World Cold & repining Los 11561 Still dies for Enitharmon nor a spirit springs from my dead corse <t617> 11562 Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song 11563 Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion 11564 I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields 11565 Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

11566 Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around 11567 Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve 11568 Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds 11569 I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens 11570 In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine 11571 Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak 11572 Farewell the God calls me away I depart in my sweet bliss

11573 She fled vanishing on the wind And left a dead cold corse 11574 In Los's arms howlings began over the body of death <t618> 11575 Los spoke. Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power 11576 I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast 11577 Then jealousy shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania 11578 Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee

11579 So saying in deep sobs he languishd till dead he also fell 11580 Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss 11581 She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible <t619> 11582 But thus she sang. I sieze the sphery harp I strike the strings

11583 At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep 11584 And sakes his awful hair 11585 The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks 11586 The golden sun bears on my song 11587 And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

11588 The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved 11589 Who dies for Love of her 11590 In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration. 11591 The Lovers night bears on my song 11592 And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

11593 They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand 11594 The solemn silent moon 11595 Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs 11596 The birds & beasts rejoice & play 11597 And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

11598 Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps 11599 The deep lifts up his rugged head 11600 And lost in infinite hum[m]ing wings vanishes with a cry 11601 The fading cry is ever dying 11602 The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

11603 Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy 11604 Arise & drink your bliss 11605 For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life 11606 Descends to be a weeping babe 11607 For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

11608 Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath 11609 And strike the terrible string 11610 I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile 11611 In forests of affliction 11612 And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

11613 O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint 11614 I faint beneath these beams of thine 11615 For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee 11616 Now I am nothing & I sink 11617 And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

11618 Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance 11619 Los heard reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes <t620> 11620 Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd 11621 Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading

11622 Thus livd Los driving Enion far into the deathful infinite <t621> 11623 That he may also draw Ahania's spirit into her Vortex 11624 Ah happy blindness Enion sees not the terrors of the uncertain <t622> 11625 Thus Enion wails from the dark deep, the golden heavens tremble<t623>

11626 I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty

11627 I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree 11628 I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog 11629 For a schoolmaster to my children 11630 I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale 11631 And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door 11632 I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just 11633 I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning 11634 My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay 11635 My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night

11636 What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song 11637 Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No it is bought with the price 11638 Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children 11639 Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy 11640 And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain

11641 It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun 11642 And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn 11643 It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted 11644 To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer

11645 To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season 11646 When the red blood is filld with wine & with the marrow of lambs

11647 It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements 11648 To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan 11649 To see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast 11650 To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house 11651 To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, & the sickness that cuts off his children 11652 While our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door & our children bring fruits & flowers

11653 Then the groan & the dolor are quite forgotten & the slave grinding at the mill 11654 And the captive in chains & the poor in the prison, & the soldier in the field 11655 When the shatterd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead

11656 It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity 11657 Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!

11658 Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift Vibration <t624> 11659 Spread thro her Golden frame. She rose up eer the dawn of day

11660 When Urizen slept on his couch. drawn thro unbounded space 11661 Onto the margin of Non Entity the bright Female came 11662 There she beheld the Spectrous form of Enion in the Void <t625> 11663 And never from that moment could she rest upon her pillow

11664 End of the Second Night

11665 PAGE 37 VALA 11666 Night the Third <t626>

11667 Now sat the King of Light on high upon his starry throne 11668 And bright Ahania bow'd herself before his splendid feet

11669 O Urizen look on Me. like a mournful stream <t627> 11670 I Embrace round thy knees & wet My bright hair with my tears: <t628> 11671 Why sighs my Lord! are not the morning stars thy obedient Sons 11672 Do they not bow their bright heads at thy voice? at thy command 11673 Do they not fly into their stations & return their light to thee 11674 The immortal Atmospheres are thine, there thou art seen in glory 11675 Surrounded by the ever changing Daughters of the Light 11676 Why wilt thou look upon futurity darkning present joy <t629>

11677 She ceas'd the Prince his light obscurd & the splendors of his crown

11678 Infolded in thick clouds, from whence his mighty voice burst forth

11679 O bright [Ahania] a Boy is born of the dark Ocean <t630> 11680 Whom Urizen doth serve, with Light replenishing his darkness 11681 I am set here a King of trouble commanded here to serve 11682 And do my ministry to those who eat of my wide table 11683 All this is mine yet I must serve & that Prophetic boy 11684 Must grow up to command his Prince but hear my determind Decree <t631> 11685 Vala shall become a Worm in Enitharmons Womb <t632> 11686 Laying her seed upon the fibres soon to issue forth 11687 And Luvah in the loins of Los a dark & furious death 11688 Alas for me! what will become of me at that dread time?

11689 Ahania bow'd her head & wept seven days before the King 11690 And on the eighth day when his clouds unfolded from his throne 11691 She rais'd her bright head sweet perfumd & thus with heavenly voice

11692 O Prince the Eternal One hath set thee leader of his hosts <t633>

11693 Leave all futurity to him Resume thy fields of Light <t634> 11694 Why didst thou listen to the voice of Luvah that dread morn 11695 To give the immortal steeds of light to his deceitful hands 11696 No longer now obedient to thy will thou art compell'd 11697 To forge the curbs of iron & brass to build the iron mangers <t635> 11698 To feed them with intoxication from the wine presses of Luvah

11699 Till the Divine Vision & Fruition is quite obliterated 11700 They call thy lions to the fields of blood, they rowze thy tygers 11701 Out of the halls of justice, till these dens thy wisdom framd 11702 Golden & beautiful but O how unlike those sweet fields of bliss 11703 Where liberty was justice & eternal science was mercy 11704 Then O my dear lord listen to Ahania, listen to the vision 11705 The vision of Ahania in the slumbers of Urizen 11706 When Urizen slept in the porch & the Ancient Man was smitten <t636>

11707 The Darkning Man walkd on the steps of fire before his halls <t637> 11708 And Vala walkd with him in dreams of soft deluding slumber 11709 He looked up & saw thee Prince of Light thy splendor faded <t638> 11710 But saw not Los nor Enitharmon for Luvah hid them in shadow <t639>

11711 In a soft cloud Outstretch'd across, & Luvah dwelt in the cloud<t640>

11712 Then Man ascended mourning into the splendors of his palace <t641> 11713 Above him rose a Shadow from his wearied intellect <t642> 11714 Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy; in white linen pure he hover'd 11715 A sweet entrancing self delusion, a watry vision of Man 11716 Soft exulting in existence all the Man absorbing

11717 Man fell upon his face prostrate before the watry shadow 11718 Saying O Lord whence is this change thou knowest I am nothing 11719 And Vala trembled & coverd her face, & her locks. were spread on the pavement

11720 I heard astonishd at the Vision & my heart trembled within me <t643> 11721 I heard the voice of the Slumberous Man & thus he spoke <t644> 11722 Idolatrous to his own Shadow words of Eternity uttering <t645>

11723 O I am nothing when I enter into judgment with thee 11724 If thou withdraw thy breath I die & vanish into Hades 11725 If thou dost lay thine hand upon me behold I am silent 11726 If thou withhold thine hand I perish like a fallen leaf 11727 O I am nothing & to nothing must return again 11728 If thou withdraw thy breath, behold I am oblivion

11729 He ceasd: the shadowy voice was silent; but the cloud hoverd over their heads

11730 In olden wreathes, the sorrow of Man & the balmy drops fell down 11731 And Lo that Son of Man, that shadowy Spirit of the Fallen One <t646> 11732 Luvah, descended from the cloud; In terror Albion rose- 11733 Indignant rose the Awful Man & turnd his back on Vala <t647>

11734 Why roll thy clouds in sick'ning mists. I can no longer hide <t648> 11735 The dismal vision of mine Eyes, O love & life & light! <t649> 11736 Prophetic dreads urge me to speak. futurity is before me

11737 Like a dark lamp. Eternal death haunts all my expectation 11738 Rent from Eternal Brotherhood we die & are no more

11739 I heard the Voice of Albion starting from his sleep <t650>

11740 "Whence is this voice crying Enion that soundeth in my ears 11741 O cruel pity! O dark deceit! can Love seek for dominion <t651>

11742 And Luvah strove to gain dominion over the mighty Albion <t652> 11743 They strove together above the Body where Vala was inclos'd 11744 And the dark Body of Albion left prostrate upon the crystal pavement <t653> 11745 Coverd with boils from head to foot. the terrible smitings of Luvah

11746 Then frownd the Fallen Man & put forth Luvah from his presence <t654> 11747 (I heard him: frown not Urizen: but listen to my Vision)

11748 Saying, Go & die the Death of Man for Vala the sweet wanderer 11749 I will turn the volutions of your Ears outward; & bend your Nostrils 11750 Downward; & your fluxile Eyes englob'd, roll round in fear 11751 Your withring Lips & Tongue shrink up into a narrow circle 11752 Till into narrow forms you creep. Go take your fiery way 11753 And learn what 'tis to absorb the Man you Spirits of Pity & Love

11754 O Urizen why art thou pale at the visions of Ahania <t656> 11755 Listen to her who loves thee lest we also are driven away.

11756 They heard the Voice & fled swift as the winters setting sun <t657> 11757 And now the Human Blood foamd high, I saw that Luvah & Vala <t658> 11758 Went down the Human Heart where Paradise & its joys abounded <t659> 11759 In jealous fears in fury & rage, & flames roll'd round their fervid feet 11760 And the vast form of Nature like a Serpent play'd before them 11761 And as they went in folding fires & thunders of the deep 11762 Vala shrunk in like the dark sea that leaves its slimy banks 11763 And from her bosom Luvah fell far as the east & west 11764 And the vast form of Nature like a Serpent roll'd between. <t660>

11765 She ended. for [from] his wrathful throne burst forth the black hail storm <t661>

11766 Am I not God said Urizen. Who is Equal to me 11767 Do I not stretch the heavens abroad or fold them up like a garment

11768 He spoke mustering his heavy clouds around him black opake

11769 Then thunders rolld around & lightnings darted to & fro 11770 His visage changd to darkness & his strong right hand came forth <t662> 11771 To cast Ahania to the Earth be siezd her by the hair 11772 And threw her from the steps of ice that froze around his throne

11773 Saying Art thou also become like Vala. thus I cast thee out 11774 Shall the feminine indolent bliss. the indulgent self of weariness

11775 The passive idle sleep the enormous night & darkness of Death 11776 Set herself up to give her laws to the active masculine virtue 11777 Thou little diminutive portion that darst be a counterpart 11778 Thy passivity thy laws of obedience & insincerity 11779 Are my abhorrence. Wherefore hast thou taken that fair form 11780 Whence is this power given to thee! once thou wast in my breast 11781 A sluggish current of dim waters. on whose verdant margin 11782 A cavern shaggd with horrid shades. dark cool & deadly. where 11783 I laid my head in the hot noon after the broken clods 11784 Had wearied me. there I lad my plow & there my horses fed 11785 And thou hast risen with thy moist locks into a watry image 11786 Reflecting all my indolence my weakness & my death 11787 To weigh me down beneath the grave into non Entity 11788 Where Luvah strives scorned by Vala age after age wandering 11789 Shrinking & shrinking from her Lord & calling him the Tempter 11790 And art thou also become like Vala thus I cast thee out.

11791 So loud in thunders spoke the King folded in dark despair 11792 And threw Ahania from his bosom obdurate She fell like lightning 11793 Then fled the sons of Urizen from his thunderous throne petrific 11794 They fled to East & West & left the North & South of Heaven 11795 A crash ran thro the immense The bounds of Destiny were broken 11796 The bounds of Destiny crashd direful & the swelling Sea 11797 Burst from its bonds in whirlpools fierce roaring with Human voice 11798 Triumphing even to the Stars at bright Ahanias fall

11799 Down from the dismal North the Prince in thunders & thick clouds

11800 As when the thunderbolt down falleth on the appointed place 11801 Fell down down rushing ruining thundering shuddering <t663> 11802 Into the Caverns of the Grave & places of Human Seed 11803 Where the impressions of Despair & Hope enroot forever 11804 A world of Darkness. Ahania fell far into Non Entity

11805 She Continued falling. Loud the Crash continud loud & Hoarse 11806 From the Crash roared a flame of blue sulphureous fire from the flame <t664> 11807 A dolorous groan that struck with dumbness all confusion 11808 Swallowing up the horrible din in agony on agony 11809 Thro the Confusion like a crack across from immense to immense 11810 Loud strong a universal groan of death louder 11811 Than all the wracking elements deafend & rended worse 11812 Than Urizen & all his hosts in curst despair down rushing 11813 But from the Dolorous Groan on like a shadow of smoke appeard 11814 And human bones rattling together in the smoke & stamping 11815 The nether Abyss & gnasshing in fierce despair. panting in sobs 11816 Thick short incessant bursting sobbing. deep despairing stamping struggling

11817 Struggling to utter the voice of Man struggling to take the features of Man. Struggling <t665> 11818 To take the limbs of Man at length emerging from the smoke 11819 Of Urizen dashed in pieces from his precipitant fall 11820 Tharmas reard up his hands & stood on the affrighted Ocean 11821 The dead reard up his Voice & stood on the resounding shore

11822 Crying. Fury in my limbs. destruction in my bones & marrow 11823 My skull riven into filaments. my eyes into sea jellies 11824 Floating upon the tide wander bubbling & bubbling 11825 Uttering my lamentations & begetting little monsters 11826 Who sit mocking upon the little pebbles of the tide 11827 In all my rivers & on dried shells that the fish

11828 Have quite forsaken. O fool fool to lose my sweetest bliss 11829 Where art thou Enion ah too near to cunning too far off 11830 And yet too near. Dashd down I send thee into distant darkness 11831 Far as my strength can hurl thee wander there & laugh & play 11832 Among the frozen arrows they will tear thy tender flesh 11833 Fall off afar from Tharmas come not too near my strong fury 11834 Scream & fall off & laugh at Tharmas lovely summer beauty 11835 Till winter rends thee into Shivers as thou hast rended me

11836 So Tharmas bellowd oer the ocean thundring sobbing bursting 11837 The bounds of Destiny were broken & hatred now began 11838 Instead of love to Enion. Enion blind & age bent 11839 Plungd into the cold billows living a life in midst of waters 11840 In terrors she witherd away to Entuthon Benithon 11841 A world of deep darkness where all things in horrors are rooted

11842 These are the words of Enion heard from the cold waves of despair

11843 O Tharmas I had lost thee. & when I hoped I had found thee 11844 O Tharmas do not thou destroy me quite but let 11845 A little shadow. but a little showery form of Enion 11846 Be near thee loved Terror. let me still remain & then do thou 11847 Thy righteous doom upon me. only let me hear thy voice 11848 Driven by thy rage I wander like a cloud into the deep 11849 Where never yet Existence came, there losing all my life 11850 I back return weaker & weaker, consume me not away 11851 In thy great wrath. tho I have sinned. tho I have rebelld 11852 Make me not like the things forgotten as they had not been 11853 Make not the thing that loveth thee. a tear wiped away

11854 Tharmas replied riding on storms his voice of Thunder rolld <t666>

11855 Image of grief thy fading lineaments make my eyelids fail 11856 What have I done! both rage & mercy are alike to me 11857 Looking upon thee Image of faint waters. I recoil

11858 From my fierce rage into thy semblance. Enion return 11859 Why does thy piteous face Evanish like a rainy cloud

11860 Melting. a shower of falling tears. nothing but tears! Enion: 11861 Substanceless. voiceless, weeping. vanishd. nothing but tears! Enion 11862 Art thou for ever vanishd from the watry eyes of Tharmas 11863 Rage Rage shall never from my bosom. winds & waters of woe 11864 Consuming all to the end consuming Love and Hope are ended <t667>

11865 For now no more remaind of Enion in the dismal air 11866 Only a voice eternal wailing in the Elements

11867 Where Enion, blind & age bent wanderd Ahania wanders now 11868 She wanders in Eternal fear of falling into the indefinite 11869 For her bright eyes behold the Abyss. sometimes a little sleep 11870 Weighs down her eyelids then she falls then starting wakes in fears 11871 Sleepless to wander round repelld on the margin of Non Entity 11872 The End of the Third Night

11873 PAGE 47 Vala 11874 Night The Fourth

11875 But Tharmas rode on the dark Abyss. the voice of Tharmas rolld 11876 Over the heaving deluge. he saw Los & Enitharmon Emerge 11877 In strength & brightness from the Abyss his bowels yearnd over them 11878 They rose in strength above the heaving deluge. in mighty scorn 11879 Red as the Sun in the hot morning of the bloody day 11880 Tharmas beheld them his bowels yearnd over them

11881 And he said Wherefore do I feel such love & pity <t668> 11882 Ah Enion Ah Enion Ah lovely lovely Enion 11883 How is this All my hope is gone for ever fled <t669> 11884 Like a famishd Eagle Eyeless raging in the vast expanse 11885 Incessant tears are now my food. incessant rage & tears 11886 Deathless for ever now I wander seeking oblivion 11887 In torrents of despair in vain. for if I plunge beneath 11888 Stifling I live. If dashd in pieces from a rocky height 11889 I reunite in endless torment. would I had never risen 11890 From deaths cold sleep beneath the bottom of the raging Ocean <t670> 11891 And cannot those who once have lovd. ever forget their Love? 11892 Are love & rage the same passion? they are the same in me 11893 Are those who love. like those who died. risen again from death 11894 Immortal. in immortal torment. never to be deliverd 11895 Is it not possible that one risen again from Death 11896 Can die! When dark despair comes over [me] can I not <t671> 11897 Flow down into the sea & slumber in oblivion. Ah Enion

11898 Deformd I see these lineaments of ungratified Desire 11899 The all powerful curse of an honest man be upon Urizen & Luvah 11900 But thou My Son Glorious in brightness comforter of Tharmas 11901 Go forth Rebuild this Universe beneath my indignant power 11902 A Universe of Death & Decay. Let Enitharmons hands 11903 Weave soft delusive forms of Man above my watry world 11904 Renew these ruind souls of Men thro Earth Sea Air & Fire 11905 To waste in endless corruption. renew thou I will destroy 11906 Perhaps Enion may resume some little semblance 11907 To ease my pangs of heart & to restore some peace to Tharmas

11908 Los answerd in his furious pride sparks issuing from his hair 11909 Hitherto shalt thou come. no further. here thy proud waves cease 11910 We have drunk up the Eternal Man by our unbounded power <t673> 11911 Beware lest we also drink up thee rough demon of the waters 11912 Our God is Urizen the King. King of the Heavenly hosts 11913 We have no other God but he thou father of worms & clay 11914 And he is falln into the Deep rough Demon of the waters 11915 And Los remains God over all. weak father of worms & clay 11916 I know I was Urthona keeper of the gates of heaven 11917 But now I am all powerful Los & Urthona is but my shadow

11918 Doubting stood Tharmas in the solemn darkness. his dim Eyes <t674> 11919 Swam in red tears. he reard his waves above the head of Los 11920 In wrath. but pitying back withdrew with many a sigh 11921 Now he resolvd to destroy Los & now his tears flowd down

11922 In scorn stood Los red sparks of blighting from his furious head 11923 Flew over the waves of Tharmas. pitying Tharmas stayd his Waves

11924 For Enitharmon shriekd amain crying O my sweet world 11925 Built by the Architect divine whose love to Los & Enitharmon 11926 Thou rash abhorred Demon in thy fury hast oerthrown

11927 What Sovereign Architect said Tharmas dare my will controll 11928 For if I will I urge these waters. If I will they sleep 11929 In peace beneath my awful frown my will shall be my Law

11930 So Saying in a Wave he rap'd bright Enitharmon far 11931 Apart from Los. but coverd her with softest brooding care 11932 On a broad wave in the warm west. balming her bleeding wound

11933 O how Los howld at the rending asunder all the fibres rent 11934 Where Enitharmon joind to his left side in griding pain <t675> 11935 He falling on the rocks bellowd his Dolor. till the blood 11936 Stanch'd, then in ululation waild his woes upon the wind

11937 And Tharmas calld to the Dark Spectre who upon the Shores 11938 With dislocated Limbs had falln. The Spectre rose in pain 11939 A Shadow blue obscure & dismal. like a statue of lead 11940 Bent by its fall from a high tower the dolorous shadow rose

11941 Go forth said Tharmas works of joy are thine obey & live 11942 So shall the spungy marrow issuing from thy splinterd bones 11943 Bonify. & thou shalt have rest when this thy labour is done 11944 Go forth bear Enitharmon back to the Eternal Prophet 11945 Build her a bower in the midst of all my dashing waves 11946 Make first a resting place for Los & Enitharmon. then 11947 Thou shalt have rest. If thou refusest dashd abroad on all 11948 My waves. thy limbs shall separate in stench & rotting & thou 11949 Become a prey to all my demons of despair & hope

11950 The Spectre of Urthona seeing Enitharmon writhd <t676> 11951 His cloudy form in jealous fear & muttering thunders hoarse 11952 And casting round thick glooms. thus utterd his fierce pangs of heart

11953 Tharmas I know thee. how are we alterd our beauty decayd 11954 But still I know thee tho in this horrible ruin whelmd 11955 Thou once the mildest son of heaven art now become a Rage 11956 A terror to all living things. think not that I am ignorant 11957 That thou art risen from the dead or that my power forgot

11958 I slumber here in weak repose. I well remember the Day 11959 The day of terror & abhorrence <t677> 11960 When fleeing from the battle thou fleeting like the raven 11961 Of dawn outstretching an expanse where neer expanse had been 11962 Drewst all the Sons of Beulah into thy dread vortex following <t678> 11963 Thy Eddying spirit down the hills of Beulah. All my sons 11964 Stood round me at the anvil where new heated the wedge 11965 Of iron glowd furious prepard for spades & mattocks 11966 Hearing the symphonies of war loud sounding All my sons 11967 Fled from my side then pangs smote me unknown before. I saw 11968 My loins begin to break forth into veiny pipes & writhe <t679> 11969 Before me in the wind englobing trembling with strong vibrations 11970 The bloody mass began to animate. I bending over 11971 Wept bitter tears incessant. Still beholding how the piteous form 11972 Dividing & dividing from my loins a weak & piteous 11973 Soft cloud of snow a female pale & weak I soft embracd 11974 My counter part & calld it Love I named her Enitharmon 11975 But found myself & her together issuing down the tide 11976 Which now our rivers were become delving thro caverns huge 11977 Of goary blood strugg[l]ing to be deliverd from our bonds 11978 She strove in vain not so Urthona strove for breaking forth, 11979 A shadow blue obscure & dismal from the breathing Nostrils

11980 Of Enion I issued into the air divided from Enitharmon 11981 I howld in sorrow I beheld thee rotting upon the Rocks 11982 I pitying hoverd over thee I protected thy ghastly corse 11983 From Vultures of the deep then wherefore shouldst thou rage 11984 Against me who thee guarded in the night of death from harm

11985 Tharmas replied. Art thou Urthona My friend my old companion, 11986 With whom I livd in happiness before that deadly night 11987 When Urizen gave the horses of Light into the hands of Luvah 11988 Thou knowest not what Tharmas knows. O I could tell thee tales 11989 That would enrage thee as it has Enraged me even 11990 From Death in wrath & fury. But now come bear back 11991 Thy loved Enitharmon. For thou hast her here before thine Eyes

11992 But my sweet Enion is vanishd & I never more 11993 Shall see her unless thou O Shadow. wilt protect this Son 11994 Of Enion & him assist. to bind the fallen King 11995 Lest he should rise again from death in all his dreary power <t680> 11996 Bind him, take Enitharmon for thy sweet reward while I 11997 In vain am driven on false hope. hope sister of despair

11998 Groaning the terror rose & drave his solid rocks before <t681> 11999 Upon the tide till underneath the feet of Los a World 12000 Dark dreadful rose & Enitharmon lay at Los's feet 12001 The dolorous shadow joyd. weak hope appeard around his head 12002 Tharmas before Los stood & thus the Voice of Tharmas rolld

12003 Now all comes into the power of Tharmas. Urizen is falln 12004 And Luvah hidden in the Elemental forms of Life & Death 12005 Urthona is My Son O Los thou art Urthona & Tharmas 12006 Is God. The Eternal Man is seald never to be deliverd 12007 I roll my floods over his body my billows & waves pass over him 12008 The Sea encompasses him & monsters of the deep are his companions 12009 Dreamer of furious oceans cold sleeper of weeds & shells 12010 Thy Eternal form shall never renew my uncertain prevails against thee 12011 Yet tho I rage God over all. A portion of my Life 12012 That in Eternal fields in comfort wanderd with my flocks 12013 At noon & laid her head upon my wearied bosom at night 12014 She is divided She is vanishd even like Luvah & Vala <t682> 12015 O why did foul ambition sieze thee Urizen Prince of Light <t683> 12016 And thee O Luvah prince of Love till Tharmas was divided 12017 And I what can I now behold but an Eternal Death 12018 Before my Eyes & an Eternal weary work to strive 12019 Against the monstrous forms that breed among my silent waves 12020 Is this to be A God far rather would I be a Man 12021 To know sweet Science & to do with simple companions 12022 Sitting beneath a tent & viewing sheepfolds & soft pastures

12023 Take thou the hammer of Urthona rebuild these furnaces 12024 Dost thou refuse mind I the sparks that issue from thy hair

12025 I will compell thee to rebuild by these my furious waves 12026 Death choose or life thou strugglest in my waters, now choose life 12027 And all the Elements shall serve thee to their soothing flutes 12028 Their sweet inspiriting lyres thy labours shall administer 12029 And they to thee only remit not faint not thou my son 12030 Now thou dost know what tis to strive against the God of waters

12031 So saying Tharmas on his furious chariots of the Deep 12032 Departed far into the Unknown & left a wondrous void 12033 Round Los. afar his waters bore on all sides round. with noise 12034 Of wheels & horses hoofs & Trumpets Horns & Clarions <t684>

12035 Terrified Los beheld the ruins of Urizen beneath 12036 A horrible Chaos to his eyes. a formless unmeasurable Death 12037 Whirling up broken rocks on high into the dismal air 12038 And fluctuating all beneath in Eddies of molten fluid

12039 Then Los with terrible hands siezd on the Ruind Furnaces 12040 Of Urizen. Enormous work: he builded them anew 12041 Labour of Ages in the Darkness & the war of Tharmas 12042 And Los formd Anvils of Iron petrific. for his blows 12043 Petrify with incessant beating many a rock. many a planet

12044 But Urizen slept in a stoned stupor in the nether Abyss 12045 A dreamful horrible State in tossings on his icy bed 12046 Freezing to solid all beneath, his grey oblivious form 12047 Stretchd over the immense heaves in strong shudders. silent his voice 12048 In brooding contemplation stretching out from North to South 12049 In mighty power. Round him Los rolld furious 12050 His thunderous wheels from furnace to furnace. tending diligent 12051 The contemplative terror. frightend in his scornful sphere 12052 Frightend with cold infectious madness. in his hand the thundering 12053 Hammer of Urthona. forming under his heavy hand the hours

12054 The days & years. in chains of iron round the limbs of Urizen 12055 Linkd hour to hour & day to night & night to day & year to year 12056 In periods of pulsative furor. mills he formd & works 12057 Of many wheels resistless in the power of dark Urthona

12058 But Enitharmon wrapd in clouds waild loud. for as Los beat 12059 The anvils of Urthona link by link the chains of sorrow 12060 Warping upon the winds & whirling round in the dark deep 12061 Lashd on the limbs of Enitharmon & the sulphur fires 12062 Belchd from the furnaces wreathd round her. chaind in ceaseless fire 12063 The lovely female howld & Urizen beneath deep groand 12064 Deadly between the hammers beating grateful to the Ears

12065 Of Los. absorbd in dire revenge he drank with joy the cries 12066 Of Enitharmon & the groans of Urizen fuel for his wrath 12067 And for his pity secret feeding on thoughts of cruelty

12068 The Spectre wept at his dire labours when from Ladles huge <t685> 12069 He pourd the molten iron round the limbs of Enitharmon 12070 But when he pourd it round the bones of Urizen he laughd 12071 Hollow upon the hollow wind. his shadowy form obeying 12072 The voice of Los compelld he labourd round the Furnaces

12073 And thus began the binding of Urizen day & night in fear 12074 Circling round the dark Demon with howlings dismay & sharp blightings 12075 The Prophet of Eternity beat on his iron links & links of brass 12076 And as he beat round the hurtling Demon. terrified at the Shapes 12077 Enslavd humanity put on he became what he beheld 12078 Raging against Tharmas his God & uttering 12079 Ambiguous words blasphemous filld with envy firm resolvd 12080 On hate Eternal in his vast disdain he labourd beating 12081 The Links of fate link after link an endless chain of sorrows

12082 The Eternal Mind bounded began to roll eddies of wrath ceaseless 12083 Round & round & the sulphureous foam surgeing thick 12084 Settled a Lake bright & shining clear. White as the snow

12085 Forgetfulness dumbness necessity in chains of the mind lockd up 12086 In fetters of ice shrinking. disorganizd rent from Eternity 12087 Los beat on his fetters & heated his furnaces <t686> 12088 And pourd iron sodor & sodor of brass

12089 Restless the immortal inchaind heaving dolorous 12090 Anguished unbearable till a roof shaggy wild inclosd 12091 In an orb his fountain of thought

12092 In a horrible dreamful slumber like the linked chain 12093 A vast spine writhd in torment upon the wind 12094 Shooting paind. ribbs like a bending Cavern 12095 And bones of solidness froze over all his nerves of joy 12096 A first age passed. a state of dismal woe

12097 From the Caverns of his jointed spine down sunk with fright 12098 A red round globe. hot burning. deep deep down into the Abyss 12099 Panting Conglobing trembling Shooting out ten thousand branches 12100 Around his solid bones & a Second Age passed over

12101 In harrowing fear rolling his nervous brain shot branches <t687> 12102 On high into two little orbs hiding in two little caves 12103 Hiding carefully from the wind his eyes beheld the deep 12104 And a third age passed a State of dismal woe

12105 The pangs of hope began in heavy pain striving struggling 12106 Two Ears in close volutions from beneath his orbs of vision 12107 Shot spiring out & petrified as they grew. And a Fourth <t688> 12108 Age passed over & a State of dismal woe

12109 In ghastly torment sick hanging upon the wind 12110 Two nostrils bent down to the deeps--

12111 And a fifth age passed & a state of dismal woe

12112 In ghastly torment sick. within his ribs bloated round 12113 A craving hungry cavern. Thence arose his channeld 12114 Throat. then like a red flame a tongue of hunger 12115 And thirst appeard and a sixth age passed of dismal woe

12116 Enraged,& stifled with torment he threw his right arm to the north 12117 His left arm to the south shooting out in anguish deep 12118 And his feet stampd the nether abyss in trembling howling & dismay 12119 And a seventh age passed over & a state of dismal woe

12120 The Council of God on high watching over the Body <t689> 12121 Of Man clothd in Luvahs robes of blood saw & wept 12122 Descending over Beulahs mild moon coverd regions 12123 The daughters of Beulah saw the Divine Vision they were comforted 12124 And as a Double female form loveliness & perfection of beauty 12125 They bowd the head & worshippd & with mild voice spoke these words

12126 Lord. Saviour if thou hadst been here our brother had not died 12127 And now we know that whatsoever thou wilt ask of God 12128 He will give it thee for we are weak women & dare not lift 12129 Our eyes to the Divine pavilions. therefore in mercy thou 12130 Appearest clothd in Luvahs garments that we may behold thee 12131 And live. Behold Eternal Death is in Beulah Behold 12132 We perish & shall not be found unless thou grant a place 12133 In which we may be hidden under the Shadow of wings 12134 For if we who are but for a time & who pass away in winter 12135 Behold these wonders of Eternity we shall consume

12136 Such were the words of Beulah of the Feminine Emanation <t690> 12137 The Empyrean groand throughout All Eden was darkend 12138 The Corse of Albion lay on the Rock the sea of Time & Space <t691> 12139 Beat round the Rock in mighty waves & as a Polypus 12140 That vegetates beneath the Sea the limbs of Man vegetated 12141 In monstrous forms of Death a Human polypus of Death

12142 The Saviour mild & gentle bent over the corse of Death 12143 Saying If ye will Believe your Brother shall rise again <t692>

12144 And first he found the Limit of Opacity & namd it Satan 12145 In Albions bosom for in every human bosom these limits stand 12146 And next he found the Limit of Contraction & namd it Adam 12147 While yet those beings were not born nor knew of good or Evil

12148 Then wondrously the Starry Wheels felt the divine hand. Limit <t693> 12149 Was put to Eternal Death Los felt the Limit & saw 12150 The Finger of God touch the Seventh furnace in terror 12151 And Los beheld the hand of God over his furnaces 12152 Beneath the Deeps in dismal Darkness beneath immensity <t694>

12153 In terrors Los shrunk from his task. his great hammer 12154 Fell from his hand his fires hid their strong limbs in smoke 12155 For with noises ruinous hurtlings & clashings & groans <t695> 12156 The immortal endur'd. tho bound in a deadly sleep 12157 Pale terror siezd the Eyes of Los as he beat round 12158 The hurtling Demon. terrifid at the shapes 12159 Enslavd humanity put on he became what he beheld 12160 He became what he was doing he was himself transformd <t696>

12161 [The globe of life blood trembled Branching out into roots; 12162 Fibrous, writhing upon the winds; Fibres of blood, milk and tears; 12163 In pangs, eternity on eternity. At length in tears & cries imbodied 12164 A female form trembling and pale Waves before his deathy face]

12165 Spasms siezd his muscular fibres writhing to & fro his pallid lips <t697> 12166 Unwilling movd as Urizen howld his loins wavd like the sea 12167 At Enitharmons shriek his knees each other smote & then he lookd <t698> 12168 With stony Eyes on Urizen & then swift writhd his neck <t699> 12169 Involuntary to the Couch where Enitharmon lay 12170 The bones of Urizen hurtle on the wind the bones of Los 12171 Twinge & his iron sinews bend like lead & fold 12172 Into unusual forms dancing & howling stamping the Abyss

12173 PAGE 56 (SECOND PORTION) 12174 End of the Fourth Night <t700>

12175 PAGE 57 VALA 12176 Night The Fifth <t701>

12177 Infected Mad he dancd on his mountains high & dark as heaven 12178 Now fixd into one stedfast bulk his features stonify 12179 From his mouth curses & from his eyes sparks of blighting 12180 Beside the anvil cold he dancd with the hammer of Urthona

12181 Terrific pale. Enitharmon stretchd on the dreary Earth <t702> 12182 Felt her immortal limbs freeze stiffning pale inflexible 12183 His feet shrink withring from the deep shrinking & withering <t703> 12184 And Enitharmon shrunk up all their fibres withring beneath 12185 As plants witherd by winter leaves & stems & roots decaying 12186 Melt into thin air while the seed drivn by the furious wind 12187 Rests on the distant Mountains top. So Los & Enitharmon 12188 Shrunk into fixed space stood trembling on a Rocky cliff 12189 Yet mighty bulk & majesty & beauty remaind but unexpansive 12190 As far as highest Zenith from the lowest Nadir. so far shrunk <t704> 12191 Los from the furnaces a Space immense & left the cold 12192 Prince of Light bound in chains of intellect among the furnaces 12193 But all the furnaces were out & the bellows had ceast to blow

12194 He stood trembling & Enitharmon clung around his knees 12195 Their senses unexpansive in one stedfast bulk remain 12196 The night blew cold & Enitharmon shriekd on the dismal wind

12197 Her pale hands cling around her husband & over her weak head 12198 Shadows of Eternal death sit in the leaden air

12199 But the soft pipe the flute the viol organ harp & cymbal 12200 And the sweet sound of silver voices calm the weary couch 12201 Of Enitharmon but her groans drown the immortal harps 12202 Loud & more loud the living music floats upon the air 12203 Faint & more faint the daylight wanes. The wheels of turning darkness 12204 Began in solemn revolutions. Earth convulsd with rending pangs 12205 Rockd to & fro & cried sore at the groans of Enitharmon <t705> 12206 Still the faint harps & silver voices calm the weary couch 12207 But from the caves of deepest night ascending in clouds of mist 12208 The winter spread his wide black wings across from pole to pole 12209 Grim frost beneath & terrible snow linkd in a marriage chain 12210 Began a dismal dance. The winds around on pointed rocks 12211 Settled like bats innumerable ready to fly abroad 12212 The groans of Enitharmon shake the skies the labring Earth 12213 Till from her heart rending his way a terrible Child sprang forth 12214 In thunder smoke & sullen flames & howlings & fury & blood

12215 Soon as his burning Eyes were opend on the Abyss 12216 The horrid trumpets of the deep bellowd with bitter blasts 12217 The Enormous Demons woke & howld around the new born king <t706> 12218 Crying Luvah King of Love thou art the King of rage & death 12219 Urizen cast deep darkness round him raging Luvah pourd <t707> 12220 The spears of Urizen from Chariots round the Eternal tent 12221 Discord began then yells & cries shook the wide firma[m]ent <t708>

12222 Where is Sweet Vala gloomy prophet where the lovely form 12223 That drew the body of Man from heaven into this dark Abyss 12224 Soft tears & sighs where are you come forth shout on bloody fields 12225 Shew thy soul Vala shew thy bow & quiver of secret fires

12226 Draw thy bow Vala from the depths of hell thy black bow draw <t709> 12227 And twang the bow string to our howlings let thine arrows black 12228 Sing in the Sky as once they sang upon the hills of Light 12229 When dark Urthona wept in torment of the secret pain

12230 He wept & he divided & he laid his gloomy head 12231 Down on the Rock of Eternity on darkness of the deep 12232 Torn by black storms & ceaseless torrents of consuming fire 12233 Within his breast his fiery sons chaind down & filld with cursings

12234 And breathing terrible blood & vengeance gnashing his teeth with pain 12235 Let loose the Enormous Spirit in the darkness of the deep 12236 And his dark wife that once fair crystal form divinely clear 12237 Within his ribs producing serpents whose souls are flames of fire

12238 But now the times return upon thee Enitharmons womb 12239 Now holds thee soon to issue forth. Sound Clarions of war 12240 Call Vala from her close recess in all her dark deceit 12241 Then rage on rage shall fierce redound out of her crystal quiver

12242 So sung the Demons round red Orc & round faint Enitharmon <t710> 12243 Sweat & blood stood on the limbs of Los in globes. his fiery Eyelids 12244 Faded. he rouzd he siezd the wonder in his hands & went 12245 Shuddring & weeping thro the Gloom & down into the deeps

12246 Enitharmon nursd her fiery child in the dark deeps 12247 Sitting in darkness. over her Los mournd in anguish fierce 12248 Coverd with gloom. the fiery boy grew fed by the milk 12249 Of Enitharmon. Los around her builded pillars of iron

12250 And brass & silver & gold fourfold in dark prophetic fear 12251 For now he feard Eternal Death & uttermost Extinction <t711> 12252 He builded Golgonooza on the Lake of Udan Adan 12253 Upon the Limit of Translucence then he builded Luban 12254 Tharmas laid the Foundations & Los finishd it in howling woe

12255 But when fourteen summers & winters had revolved over 12256 Their solemn habitation Los beheld the ruddy boy 12257 Embracing his bright mother & beheld malignant fires 12258 In his young eyes discerning plain that Orc plotted his death 12259 Grief rose upon his ruddy brows. a tightening girdle grew 12260 Around his bosom like a bloody cord. in secret sobs 12261 He burst it, but next morn another girdle succeeds

12262 Around his bosom. Every day he viewd the fiery youth 12263 With silent fear & his immortal cheeks grew deadly pale 12264 Till many a morn & many a night passd over in dire woe 12265 Forming a girdle in the day & bursting it at night 12266 The girdle was formd by day by night was burst in twain 12267 Falling down on the rock an iron chain link by link lockd

12268 Enitharmon beheld the bloody chain of nights & days 12269 Depending from the bosom of Los & how with griding pain <t712> 12270 He went each morning to his labours. with the spectre dark 12271 Calld it the chain of jealousy. Now Los began to speak <t713> 12272 His woes aloud to Enitharmon. since he could not hide 12273 His uncouth plague. He siezd the boy in his immortal hands 12274 While Enitharmon followd him weeping in dismal woe 12275 Up to the iron mountains top & there the Jealous chain 12276 Fell from his bosom on the mountain. The Spectre dark 12277 Held the fierce boy Los naild him down binding around his limbs 12278 The accursed chain O how bright Enitharmon howld & cried <t714> 12279 Over her son. Obdurate Los bound down her loved joy

12280 The hammer of Urthona smote the rivets in terror. of brass 12281 Tenfold. the Demons rage flamd tenfold forth rending 12282 Roaring redounding. Loud Loud Loder & Louder & fird 12283 The darkness warring With the waves of Tharmas & Snows of Urizen 12284 Crackling the flames went up with fury from the immortal demon 12285 Surrounded with flames the Demon grew loud howling in his fires 12286 Los folded Enitharmon in a cold white cloud in fear 12287 Then led her down into the deeps & into his labyrinth 12288 Giving the Spectre sternest charge over the howling fiend

12289 Concenterd into Love of Parent Storgous Appetite Craving 12290 His limbs bound down mock at his chains for over them a flame 12291 Of circling fire unceasing plays to feed them with life & bring 12292 The virtues of the Eternal worlds ten thousand thousand spirits 12293 Of life lament around the Demon going forth & returning <t715> 12294 At his enormous call they flee into the heavens of heavens 12295 And back return with wine & food. Or dive into the deeps 12296 To bring the thrilling joys of sense to quell his ceaseless rage 12297 His eyes the lights of his large soul contract or else expand 12298 Contracted they behold the secrets of the infinite mountains 12299 The veins of gold & silver & the hidden things of Vala 12300 Whatever grows from its pure bud or breathes a fragrant soul 12301 Expanded they behold the terrors of the Sun & Moon 12302 The Elemental Planets & the orbs of eccentric fire 12303 His nostrils breathe a fiery flame. his locks are like the forests <t716> 12304 Of wild beasts there the lion glares the tyger & wolf howl there

12305 And there the Eagle hides her young in cliffs & precipices 12306 His bosom is like starry heaven expanded all the stars 12307 Sing round. there waves the harvest & the vintage rejoices. the Springs 12308 Flow into rivers of delight. there the spontaneous flowers 12309 Drink laugh & sing. the grasshopper the Emmet & the Fly 12310 The golden Moth builds there a house & spreads her silken bed

12311 His loins inwove with silken fires are like a furnace fierce 12312 As the strong Bull in summer time when bees sing round the heath 12313 Where the herds low after the shadow & after the water spring 12314 The numrous flocks cover the mountain & shine along the valley 12315 His knees are rocks of adamant & rubie & emerald 12316 Spirits of strength in Palaces rejoice in golden armour <t717> 12317 Armed with spear & shield they drink & rejoice over the slain 12318 Such is the Demon such his terror in the nether deep

12319 But when returnd to Golgonooza Los & Enitharmon 12320 Felt all the sorrow Parents feel. they wept toward one another 12321 And Los repented that he had chaind Orc upon the mountain 12322 And Enitharmons tears prevaild parental love returnd 12323 Tho terrible his dread of that infernal chain They rose 12324 At midnight hasting to their much beloved care 12325 Nine days they traveld thro the Gloom of Entuthon Benithon 12326 Los taking Enitharmon by the hand led her along 12327 The dismal vales & up to the iron mountains top where Orc 12328 Howld in the furious wind he thought to give to Enitharmon 12329 Her son in tenfold joy & to compensate for her tears 12330 Even if his own death resulted so much pity him paind

12331 But when they came to the dark rock & to the spectrous cave 12332 Lo the young limbs had strucken root into the rock & strong 12333 Fibres had from the Chain of Jealousy inwove themselves 12334 In a swift vegetation round the rock & round the Cave 12335 And over the immortal limbs of the terrible fiery boy 12336 In vain they strove now to unchain. In vain with bitter tears 12337 To melt the chain of Jealousy. not Enitharmons death 12338 Nor the Consummation of Los could ever melt the chain 12339 Nor unroot the infernal fibres from their rocky bed 12340 Nor all Urthonas strength nor all the power of Luvahs Bulls 12341 Tho they each morning drag the unwilling Sun out of the deep 12342 Could uproot the infernal chain. for it had taken root <t718>

12343 Into the iron rock & grew a chain beneath the Earth 12344 Even to the Center wrapping round the Center & the limbs 12345 Of Orc entering with fibres. became one with him a living Chain 12346 Sustained by the Demons life. Despair & Terror & Woe & Rage

12347 Inwrap the Parents in cold clouds as they bend howling over 12348 The terrible boy till fainting by his side the Parents fell

12349 Not long they lay Urthonas spectre found herbs of the pit 12350 Rubbing their temples he reviv'd them. all their lamentations 12351 I write not here but all their after life was lamentation

12352 When satiated with grief they returnd back to Golgonooza <t719> 12353 Enitharmon on the road of Dranthon felt the inmost gate 12354 Of her bright heart burst open & again close with a deadly pain <t720> 12355 Within her heart Vala began to reanimate in bursting sobs <t721> 12356 And when the Gate was open she beheld that dreary Deep <t722> 12357 Where bright Ahania wept. She also saw the infernal roots 12358 Of the chain of Jealousy & felt the rendings of fierce howling Orc

12359 Rending the Caverns like a mighty wind pent in the Earth 12360 Tho wide apart as furthest north is from the furthest south <t723> 12361 Urizen trembled where he lay to hear the howling terror 12362 The rocks shook the Eternal bars tuggd to & fro were rifted 12363 Outstretchd upon the stones of ice the ruins of his throne 12364 Urizen shuddring heard his trembling limbs shook the strong caves

12365 The Woes of Urizen shut up in the deep dens of Urthona

12366 Ah how shall Urizen the King submit to this dark mansion 12367 Ah how is this! Once on the heights I stretchd my throne sublime 12368 The mountains of Urizen once of silver where the sons of wisdom dwelt 12369 And on whose tops the Virgins sang are rocks of Desolation

12370 My fountains once the haunt of Swans now breed the scaly tortoise 12371 The houses of my harpers are become a haunt of crows 12372 The gardens of wisdom are become a field of horrid graves 12373 And on the bones I drop my tears & water them in vain

12374 Once how I walked from my palace in gardens of delight 12375 The sons of wisdom stood around the harpers followd with harps 12376 Nine virgins clothd in light composd the song to their immortal voices 12377 And at my banquets of new wine my head was crownd with joy

12378 Then in my ivory pavilions I slumberd in the noon <t724> 12379 And walked in the silent night among sweet smelling flowers 12380 Till on my silver bed I slept & sweet dreams round me hoverd 12381 But now my land is darkend & my wise men are departed

12382 My songs are turned to cries of Lamentation <t725> 12383 Heard on my Mountains & deep sighs under my palace roofs 12384 Because the Steeds of Urizen once swifter than the light 12385 Were kept back from my Lord & from his chariot of mercies

12386 O did I keep the horses of the day in silver pastures 12387 O I refusd the Lord of day the horses of his prince 12388 O did I close my treasuries with roofs of solid stone 12389 And darken all my Palace walls with envyings & hate

12390 O Fool to think that I could hide from his all piercing eyes 12391 The gold & silver & costly stones his holy workmanship 12392 O Fool could I forget the light that filled my bright spheres 12393 Was a reflection of his face who calld me from the deep

12394 I well remember for I heard the mild & holy voice 12395 Saying O light spring up & shine & I sprang up from the deep <t726> 12396 He gave to me a silver scepter & crownd me with a golden crown 12397 & said Go forth & guide my Son who wanders on the ocean <t727>

12398 I went not forth. I hid myself in black clouds of my wrath 12399 I calld the stars around my feet in the night of councils dark 12400 The stars threw down their spears & fled naked away 12401 We fell. I siezd thee dark Urthona In my left hand falling

12402 I siezd thee beauteous Luvah thou art faded like a flower 12403 And like a lilly is thy wife Vala witherd by winds 12404 When thou didst bear the golden cup at the immortal tables 12405 Thy children smote their fiery wings crownd with the gold of heaven

12406 Thy pure feet stepd on the steps divine. too pure for other feet 12407 And thy fair locks shadowd thine eyes from the divine effulgence 12408 Then thou didst keep with Strong Urthona the living gates of heaven 12409 But now thou art bound down with him even to the gates of hell

12410 Because thou gavest Urizen the wine of the Almighty 12411 For steeds of Light that they might run in thy golden chariot of pride 12412 I gave to thee the Steeds I pourd the stolen wine 12413 And drunken with the immortal draught fell from my throne sublime

12414 I will arise Explore these dens & find that deep pulsation 12415 That shakes my caverns with strong shudders. perhaps this is the night 12416 Of Prophecy & Luvah hath burst his way from Enitharmon 12417 When Thought is closd in Caves. Then love shall shew its root in deepest Hell 12418 End of the Fifth Night <t728>

12419 PAGE 67 VALA 12420 Night the Sixth <t729>

12421 So Urizen arose & leaning on his Spear explord his dens 12422 He threw his flight thro the dark air to where a river flowd

12423 And taking off his silver helmet filled it & drank 12424 But when Unsatiated his thirst he assayd to gather more 12425 Lo three terrific women at the verge of the bright flood 12426 Who would not suffer him to approach. but drove him back with storms

12427 Urizen knew them not & thus addressd the spirits of darkness

12428 Who art thou Eldest Woman sitting in thy clouds 12429 What is that name written on thy forehead? what art thou? 12430 And wherefore dost thou pour this water forth in sighs & care

12431 She answerd not but filld her urn & pourd it forth abroad

12432 Answerest thou not said Urizen. then thou maist answer me 12433 Thou terrible woman clad in blue, whose strong attractive power 12434 Draws all into a fountain at the rock of thy attraction 12435 With frowning brow thou sittest mistress of these mighty waters

12436 She answerd not but stretchd her arms & threw her limbs abroad

12437 Or wilt thou answer youngest Woman clad in shining green <t730> 12438 With labour & care thou dost divide the current into four <t731> 12439 Queen of these dreadful rivers speak & let me hear thy voice

12440 They reard up a wall of rocks and Urizen raisd his spear. <t732> 12441 They gave a scream, they knew their father Urizen knew his daughters 12442 They shrunk into their channels. dry the rocky strand beneath his feet 12443 Hiding themselves in rocky forms from the Eyes of Urizen

12444 Then Urizen wept & thus his lamentation poured forth

12445 O horrible O dreadful state! those whom I loved best 12446 On whom I pourd the beauties of my light adorning them 12447 With jewels & precious ornament labourd with art divine 12448 Vests of the radiant colours of heaven & crowns of golden fire 12449 I gave sweet lillies to their breasts & roses to their hair 12450 I taught them songs of sweet delight, I gave their tender voices 12451 Into the blue expanse & I invented with laborious art 12452 Sweet instruments of sound. in pride encompassing my Knees 12453 They pourd their radiance above all. the daughters of Luvah Envied 12454 At their exceeding brightness & the sons of eternity sent them gifts 12455 Now will I pour my fry on them & I will reverse 12456 The precious benediction. for their colours of loveliness 12457 I will give blackness for jewels hoary frost for ornament deformity 12458 For crowns wreathd Serpents for sweet odors stinking corruptibility 12459 For voices of delight hoarse croakings inarticulate thro frost 12460 For labourd fatherly care & sweet instruction. I will give 12461 Chains of dark ignorance & cords of twisted self conceit 12462 And whips of stern repentance & food of stubborn obstinacy 12463 That they may curse Tharmas their God & Los his adopted son

12464 That they may curse & worship the obscure Demon of destruction 12465 That they may worship terrors & obey the violent 12466 Go forth sons of my curse Go forth daughters of my abhorrence

12467 Tharmas heard the deadly scream across his watry world 12468 And Urizens loud sounding voice lamenting on the wind 12469 And he came riding in his fury. froze to solid were his waves

12470 Silent in ridges he beheld them stand round Urizen 12471 A dreary waste of solid waters for the King of Light 12472 Darkend his brows with his cold helmet & his gloomy spear 12473 Darkend before him. Silent on the ridgy waves he took 12474 His gloomy way before him Tharmas fled & flying fought

12475 Crying. What & who art thou Cold Demon. art thou Urizen 12476 Art thou like me risen again from death or art thou deathless 12477 If thou art he my desperate purpose hear & give me death 12478 For death to me is better far than life. death my desire 12479 That I in vain in various paths have sought but still I live 12480 The Body of Man is given to me I seek in vain to destroy 12481 For still it surges forth in fish & monsters of the deeps 12482 And in these monstrous forms I Live in an Eternal woe <t733> 12483 And thou O Urizen art falln never to be deliverd 12484 Withhold thy light from me for ever & I will withhold 12485 From thee thy food so shall we cease to be & all our sorrows 12486 End & the Eternal Man no more renew beneath our power <t734> 12487 If thou refusest in eternal flight thy beams in vain 12488 Shall pursue Tharmas & in vain shalt crave for food I will 12489 Pour down my flight thro dark immensity Eternal falling 12490 Thou shalt pursue me but in vain till starvd upon the void 12491 Thou hangst a dried skin shrunk up weak wailing in the wind

12492 So Tharmas spoke but Urizen replied not. On his way 12493 He took. high bounding over hills & desarts floods & horrible chasms 12494 Infinite was his labour without end his travel he strove 12495 In vain for hideous monsters of the deeps annoyd him sore 12496 Scaled & finnd with iron & brass they devourd the path before him 12497 Incessant was the conflict. On he bent his weary steps 12498 Making a path toward the dark world of Urthona. he rose 12499 With pain upon the dreary mountains & with pain descended <t735> 12500 And saw their grizly fears & his eyes sickend at the sight 12501 The howlings gnashings groanings shriekings shudderings sobbings burstings 12502 Mingle together to create a world for Los. In cruel delight

12503 Los brooded on the darkness. nor saw Urizen with a Globe of fire 12504 Lighting his dismal journey thro the pathless world of death

12505 Writing in bitter tears & groans in books of iron & brass 12506 The enormous wonders of the Abysses once his brightest joy

12507 For Urizen beheld the terrors of the Abyss wandring among 12508 The ruind spirits once his children & the children of Luvah 12509 Scard at the sound of their own sigh that seems to shake the immense 12510 They wander Moping in their heart a Sun a Dreary moon 12511 A Universe of fiery constellations in their brain 12512 An Eart of wintry woe beneath their feet & round their loins <t736> 12513 Waters or winds or clouds or brooding lightnings & pestilential plagues 12514 Beyond the bounds of their own self their senses cannot penetrate 12515 As the tree knows not what is outside of its leaves & bark 12516 And yet it drinks the summer joy & fears the winter sorrow 12517 So in the regions of the grave none knows his dark compeer 12518 Tho he partakes of his dire woes & mutual returns the pang 12519 The throb the dolor the convulsion in soul sickening woes <t737>

12520 The horrid shapes & sights of torment in burning dungeons & in 12521 Fetters of red hot iron some with crowns of serpents & some 12522 With monsters girding round their bosoms, Some lying on beds of sulphur 12523 On racks & wheels he beheld women marching oer burning wastes 12524 Of Sand in bands of hundreds & of fifties & of thousands strucken with 12525 Lightnings which blazed after them upon their shoulders in their march 12526 In successive vollies with loud thunders swift flew the King of Light 12527 Over the burning desarts Then the desarts passd. involvd in clouds 12528 Of smoke with myriads moping in the stifling vapours. Swift 12529 Flew the King tho flagd his powers labring. till over rocks 12530 And Mountains faint weary he wanderd. where multitudes were shut 12531 Up in the solid mountains & in rocks which heaved with their torments 12532 Then came he among fiery cities & castles built of burning steel 12533 Then he beheld the forms of tygers & of Lions dishumanizd men 12534 Many in serpents & in worms stretchd out enormous length 12535 Over the sullen mould & slimy tracks obstruct his way 12536 Drawn out from deep to deep woven by ribbd 12537 And scaled monsters or armd in iron shell or shell of brass 12538 Or gold a glittering torment shining & hissing in eternal pain 12539 Some [as] columns of fire or of water sometimes stretchd out in heighth <t738> 12540 Sometimes in length sometimes englobing wandering in vain seeking for ease <t739> 12541 His voice to them was but an inarticulate thunder for their Ears 12542 Were heavy & dull & their eyes & nostrils closed up 12543 Oft he stood by a howling victim Questioning in words 12544 Soothing or Furious no one answerd every one wrapd up 12545 In his own sorrow howld regardless of his words, nor voice 12546 Of sweet response could he obtain tho oft assayd with tears 12547 He knew they were his Children ruind in his ruind world <t740>

12548 Oft would he stand & question a fierce scorpion glowing with gold 12549 In vain the terror heard not. then a lion he would Sieze 12550 By the fierce mane staying his howling course in vain the voice<t741> 12551 Of Urizen vain the Eloquent tongue. A Rock a Cloud a Mountain 12552 Were now not Vocal as in Climes of happy Eternity 12553 Where the lamb replies to the infant voice & the lion to the man of years 12554 Giving them sweet instructions Where the Cloud the River & the Field 12555 Talk with the husbandman & shepherd. But these attackd him sore 12556 Siezing upon his feet & rending the Sinews that in Caves 12557 He hid to recure his obstructed powers with rest & oblivion

12558 Here he had time enough to repent of his rashly threatend curse 12559 He saw them cursd beyond his Curse his soul melted with fear

12560 He could not take their fetters off for they grew from the soul 12561 Nor could he quench the fires for they flamd out from the heart 12562 Nor could he calm the Elements because himself was Subject 12563 So he threw his flight in terror & pain & in repentant tears

12564 When he had passd these southern terrors he approachd the East 12565 Void pathless beaten with iron sleet & eternal hail & rain <t742> 12566 No form was there no living thing & yet his way lay thro 12567 This dismal world. he stood a while & lookd back oer his former 12568 Terrific voyage. Hills & Vales of torment & despair 12569 Sighing & wiping a fresh tear. then turning round he threw 12570 Himself into the dismal void. falling he fell & fell 12571 Whirling in unresistible revolutions down & down 12572 In the horrid bottomless vacuity falling falling falling 12573 Into the Eastern vacuity the empty world of Luvah

12574 The ever pitying one who seeth all things saw his fall 12575 And in the dark vacuity created a bosom of clay <t743> 12576 When wearied dead he fell his limbs reposd in the bosom of slime 12577 As the seed falls from the sowers hand so Urizen fell & death 12578 Shut up his powers in oblivion. then as the seed shoots forth 12579 In pain & sorrow. So the slimy bed his limbs renewd 12580 At first an infant weakness. periods passd he gatherd strength 12581 But still in solitude he sat then rising threw his flight 12582 Onward tho falling thro the waste of night & ending in death 12583 And in another resurrection to sorrow & weary travel 12584 But still his books he bore in his strong hands & his iron pen 12585 For when he died they lay beside his grave & when he rose <t744> 12586 He siezd them with a gloomy smile for wrapd in his death clothes <t745> 12587 He hid them when he slept in death when he revivd the clothes 12588 Were rotted by the winds the books remaind still unconsumd

12589 Still to be written & interleavd with brass & iron & gold 12590 Time after time for such a journey none but iron pens 12591 Can write And adamantine leaves recieve nor can the man who goes

12592 The journey obstinate refuse to write time after time

12593 Endless had been his travel but the Divine hand him led <t746> 12594 For infinite the distance & obscurd by Combustions dire 12595 By rocky masses frowning in the abysses revolving erratic 12596 Round Lakes of fire in the dark deep the ruins of Urizens world 12597 Oft would he sit in a dark rift & regulate his books 12598 Or sleep such sleep as spirits eternal wearied in his dark 12599 Tearful & sorrowful state. then rise look out & ponder 12600 His dismal voyage eyeing the next sphere tho far remote 12601 Then darting into the Abyss of night his venturous limbs 12602 Thro lightnings thunders earthquakes & concussions fires & floods 12603 Stemming his downward fall labouring up against futurity 12604 Creating many a Vortex fixing many a Science in the deep 12605 And thence throwing his venturous limbs into the Vast unknown 12606 Swift Swift from Chaos to chaos from void to void a road immense

12607 For when he came to where a Vortex ceasd to operate 12608 Nor down nor up remaind then if he turnd & lookd back 12609 From whence he came twas upward all. & if he turnd and viewd 12610 The unpassd void upward was still his mighty wandring 12611 The midst between an Equilibrium grey of air serene 12612 Where he might live in peace & where his life might meet repose

12613 But Urizen said Can I not leave this world of Cumbrous wheels 12614 Circle oer Circle nor on high attain a void 12615 Where self sustaining I may view all things beneath my feet 12616 Or sinking thro these Elemental wonders swift to fall 12617 I thought perhaps to find an End a world beneath of voidness 12618 Whence I might travel round the outside of this Dark confusion 12619 When I bend downward bending my head downward into the deep 12620 Tis upward all which way soever I my course begin 12621 But when A Vortex formd on high by labour & sorrow & care 12622 And weariness begins on all my limbs then sleep revives 12623 My wearied spirits waking then tis downward all which way 12624 So ever I my spirits turn no end I find of all 12625 O what a world is here unlike those climes of bliss 12626 Where my sons gatherd round my knees O thou poor ruind world 12627 Thou horrible ruin once like me thou wast all glorious 12628 And now like me partaking desolate thy masters lot 12629 Art thou O ruin the once glorious heaven are these thy rocks 12630 Where joy sang in the trees & pleasure sported on the rivers

12631 And laughter sat beneath the Oaks & innocence sported round 12632 Upon the green plains & sweet friendship met in palaces 12633 And books & instruments of song & pictures of delight 12634 Where are they whelmd beneath these ruins in horrible destruction <t747> 12635 And if Eternal falling I repose on the dark bosom 12636 Of winds & waters or thence fall into a Void where air 12637 Is not down falling thro immensity ever & ever 12638 I lose my powers weakend every revolution till a death 12639 Shuts up my powers then a seed in the vast womb of darkness 12640 I dwell in dim oblivion. brooding over me the Enormous worlds 12641 Reorganize me shooting forth in bones & flesh & blood 12642 I am regenerated to fall or rise at will or to remain 12643 A labourer of ages a dire discontent a living woe 12644 Wandring in vain. Here will I fix my foot & here rebuild 12645 Here Mountains of Brass promise much riches in their dreadful bosoms <t748>

12646 So he began to dig form[ing] of gold silver & iron <t749> 12647 And brass vast instruments to measure out the immense & fix 12648 The whole into another world better suited to obey 12649 His will where none should dare oppose his will himself being King 12650 Of All & all futurity be bound in his vast chain

12651 And the Sciences were fixd & the Vortexes began to operate 12652 On all the sons of men & every human soul terrified 12653 At the turning wheels of heaven shrunk away inward withring away 12654 Gaining a New Dominion over all his sons & Daughters 12655 & over the Sons & daughters of Luvah in the horrible Abyss 12656 For Urizen lamented over them in a selfish lamentation 12657 Till a white woof coverd his cold limbs from head to feet <t750> 12658 Hair white as snow coverd him in flaky locks terrific 12659 Overspreading his limbs. in pride he wanderd weeping 12660 Clothed in aged venerableness obstinately resolvd 12661 Travelling thro darkness & whereever he traveld a dire Web 12662 Followd behind him as the Web of a Spider dusky & cold 12663 Shivering across from Vortex to Vortex drawn out from his mantle of years 12664 A living Mantle adjoind to his life & growing from his Soul

12665 And the Web of Urizen stre[t]chd direful shivring in clouds 12666 And uttering such woes such bursts such thunderings <t751> 12667 The eyelids expansive as morning & the Ears 12668 As a golden ascent winding round to the heavens of heavens 12669 Within the dark horrors of the Abysses lion or tyger or scorpion

12670 For every one opend within into Eternity at will 12671 But they refusd because their outward forms were in the Abyss

12672 And the wing like tent of the Universe beautiful surrounding all 12673 Or drawn up or let down at the will of the immortal man 12674 Vibrated in such anguish the eyelids quiverd 12675 Weak & Weaker their expansive orbs began shrinking 12676 Pangs smote thro the brain & a universal shriek 12677 Ran thro the abysses rending the web torment on torment

12678 Thus Urizen in sorrows wanderd many a dreary way 12679 Warring with monsters of the Deeps in his most hideous pilgrimage 12680 Till his bright hair scatterd in snows his skin barkd oer with wrinkles 12681 Four Caverns rooting downwards their foundations thrusting forth 12682 The metal rock & stone in ever painful throes of vegetation 12683 The Cave of Orc stood to the South a furnace of dire flames 12684 Quenchless unceasing. In the west the Cave of Urizen 12685 For Urizen fell as the Midday sun falls down into the West 12686 North stood Urthonas stedfast throne a World of Solid darkness 12687 Shut up in stifling obstruction rooted in dumb despair 12688 The East was Void. But Tharmas rolld his billows in ceaseless eddies 12689 Void pathless beat with Snows eternal & iron hail & rain <t752> 12690 All thro the caverns of fire & air & Earth, Seeking 12691 For Enions limbs nought finding but the black sea weed & sickning slime 12692 Flying away from Urizen that he might not give him food 12693 Above beneath on all sides round in the vast deep of immensity 12694 That he might starve the sons & daughters of Urizen on the winds 12695 Making between horrible chasms into the vast unknown 12696 All these around the world of Los cast forth their monstrous births 12697 But in Eternal times the Seat of Urizen is in the South <t753> 12698 Urthona in the North Luvah in East Tharmas in West

12699 And now he came into the Abhorred world of Dark Urthona 12700 By Providence divine conducted not bent from his own will 12701 Lest death Eternal should be the result for the Will cannot be violated 12702 Into the doleful vales where no tree grew nor river flowd 12703 Nor man nor beast nor creeping thing nor sun nor cloud nor star 12704 Still he with his globe of fire immense in his venturous hand 12705 Bore on thro the Affrighted vales ascending & descending 12706 Oerwearied or in cumbrous flight he venturd oer dark rifts 12707 Or down dark precipices or climbd with pain and labour huge 12708 Till he beheld the world of Los from the Peaked rock of Urthona 12709 And heard the howling of red Orc distincter & distincter

12710 Redoubling his immortal efforts thro the narrow vales 12711 With difficulty down descending guided by his Ear 12712 And by his globe of fire he went down the Vale of Urthona <t754> 12713 Between the enormous iron walls built by the Spectre dark

12714 Dark grew his globe reddning with mists & full before his path 12715 Striding across the narrow vale the Shadow of Urthona <t755> 12716 A spectre Vast appeard whose feet & legs with iron scaled 12717 Stampd the hard rocks expectant of the unknown wanderer 12718 Whom he had seen wandring his nether world when distant far 12719 And watchd his swift approach collected dark the Spectre stood 12720 Beside hi[m] Tharmas stayd his flight & stood in stern defiance <t756> 12721 Communing with the Spectre who rejoicd along the vale 12722 Round his loins a girdle glowd with many colourd fires 12723 In his hand a knotted Club whose knots like mountains frownd 12724 Desart among the Stars them withering with its ridges cold 12725 Black scales of iron arm the dread visage iron spikes instead 12726 Of hair shoot from his orbed scull. his glowing eyes 12727 Burn like two furnaces. he calld with Voice of Thunder

12728 Four winged heralds mount the furious blasts & blow their trumps 12729 Gold Silver Brass & iron clangors clamoring rend the shores <t757> 12730 Like white clouds rising from the Vales his fifty two armies 12731 From the four Cliffs of Urthona rise glowing around the Spectre 12732 Four sons of Urizen the Squadrons of Urthona led in arms 12733 Of gold & silver brass & iron he knew his mighty sons

12734 Then Urizen arose upon the wind back many a mile 12735 Retiring into his dire Web scattering fleecy snows 12736 As he ascended howling loud the Web vibrated strong 12737 From heaven to heaven from globe to globe. In vast excentric paths 12738 Compulsive rolld the Comets at his dread command the dreary way 12739 Falling with wheel impetuous down among Urthonas vales 12740 And round red Orc returning back to Urizen gorgd with blood <t758> 12741 Slow roll the massy Globes at his command & slow oerwheel 12742 The dismal squadrons of Urthona. weaving the dire Web 12743 In their progressions & preparing Urizens path before him 12744 End of The Sixth Night

12745 VALA 12746 Night the Seventh <t759>

12747 Then Urizen arose The Spectre fled & Tharmas fled 12748 The darkning Spectre of Urthona hid beneath a rock 12749 Tharmas threw his impetuous flight thro the deeps of immensity 12750 Revolving round in whirlpools fierce all round the cavernd worlds

12751 But Urizen silent descended to the Caves of Orc & saw <t760> 12752 A Cavernd Universe of flaming fire the horses of Urizen

12753 Here bound to fiery mangers furious dash their golden hoofs 12754 Striking fierce sparkles from their brazen fetters. fierce his lions <t761> 12755 Howl in the burning dens his tygers roam in the redounding smoke 12756 In forests of affliction. the adamantine scales of justice 12757 Consuming in the raging lamps of mercy pourd in rivers 12758 The holy oil rages thro all the cavernd rocks fierce flames 12759 Dance on the rivers & the rocks howling & drunk with fury 12760 The plow of ages & the golden harrow wade thro fields 12761 Of goary blood the immortal seed is nourishd for the slaughter 12762 The bulls of Luvah breathing fire bellow on burning pastures 12763 Round howling Orc whose awful limbs cast forth red smoke & fire 12764 That Urizen approachd not near but took his seat on a rock 12765 And rangd his books around him brooding Envious over Orc <t762>

12766 Howling & rending his dark caves the awful Demon lay 12767 Pulse after pulse beat on his fetters pulse after pulse his spirit 12768 Darted & darted higher & higher to the shrine of Enitharmon 12769 As when the thunder folds himself in thickest clouds 12770 The watry nations couch & hide in the profoundest deeps 12771 Then bursting from his troubled head with terrible visages & flaming hair 12772 His swift wingd daughters sweep across the vast black ocean

12773 Los felt the Envy in his limbs like to a blighted tree

12774 For Urizen fixd in Envy sat brooding & coverd with snow 12775 His book of iron on his knees he tracd the dreadful letters 12776 While his snows fell & his storms beat to cool the flames of Orc 12777 Age after Age till underneath his heel a deadly root 12778 Struck thro the rock the root of Mystery accursed shooting up 12779 Branches into the heaven of Los they pipe formd bending down 12780 Take root again whereever they touch again branching forth 12781 In intricate labyrinths oerspreading many a grizly deep

12782 Amazd started Urizen when he found himself compassd round 12783 And high roofed over with trees. he arose but the stems 12784 Stood so thick he with difficulty & great pain brought 12785 His books out of the dismal shade. all but the book of iron 12786 Again he took his seat & rangd his Books around <t764> 12787 On a rock of iron frowning over the foaming fires of Orc

12788 And Urizen hung over Ore & viewd his terrible wrath 12789 Sitting upon an iron Crag at length his words broke forth <t765>

12790 Image of dread whence art thou whence is this most woful place 12791 Whence these fierce fires but from thyself No other living thing 12792 In all this Chasm I behold. No other living thing 12793 Dare thy most terrible wrath abide Bound here to waste in pain

12794 Thy vital substance in these fires that issue new & new 12795 Around thee sometimes like a flood & sometimes like a rock 12796 Of living pangs thy horrible bed glowing with ceaseless fires 12797 Beneath thee & around Above a Shower of fire now beats 12798 Moulded to globes & arrowy wedges rending thy bleeding limbs 12799 And now a whirling pillar of burning sands to overwhelm thee 12800 Steeping thy wounds in salts infernal & in bitter anguish 12801 And now a rock moves on the surface of this lake of fire 12802 To bear thee down beneath the waves in stifling despair 12803 Pity for thee movd me to break my dark & long repose 12804 And to reveal myself before thee in a form of wisdom 12805 Yet thou dost laugh at all these tortures & this horrible place 12806 Yet throw thy limbs these fires abroad that back return upon thee 12807 While thou reposest throwing rage on rage feeding thyself 12808 With visions of sweet bliss far other than this burning clime 12809 Sure thou art bathd in rivers of delight on verdant fields 12810 Walking in joy in bright Expanses sleeping on bright clouds 12811 With visions of delight so lovely that they urge thy rage 12812 Tenfold with fierce desire to rend thy chain & howl in fury 12813 And dim oblivion of all woe & desperate repose 12814 Or is thy joy founded on torment which others bear for thee

12815 Orc answer'd Curse thy hoary brows. What dost thou in this deep 12816 Thy Pity I contemn scatter thy snows elsewhere

12817 I rage in the deep for Lo my feet & hands are naild to the burning rock 12818 Yet my fierce fires are better than thy snows Shuddring thou sittest 12819 Thou art not chaind Why shouldst thou sit cold grovelling demon of woe 12820 In tortures of dire coldness now a Lake of waters deep 12821 Sweeps over thee freezing to solid still thou sitst closd up 12822 In that transparent rock as if in joy of thy bright prison 12823 Till overburdend with its own weight drawn out thro immensity 12824 With a crash breaking across the horrible mass comes down 12825 Thundring & hail & frozen iron haild from the Element 12826 Rends thy white hair yet thou dost fixd obdurate brooding sit 12827 Writing thy books. Anon a cloud filld with a waste of snows 12828 Covers thee still obdurate still resolvd & writing still 12829 Tho rocks roll oer thee tho floods pour tho winds black as the Sea <t766> 12830 Cut thee in gashes tho the blood pours down around thy ankles 12831 Freezing thy feet to the hard rock still thy pen obdurate 12832 Traces the wonders of Futurity in horrible fear of the future 12833 I rage furious in the deep for lo my feet & hands are naild 12834 To the hard rock or thou shouldst feel my enmity & hate 12835 In all the diseases of man falling upon thy grey accursed front

12836 Urizen answerd Read my books explore my Constellations 12837 Enquire of my Sons & they shall teach thee how to War 12838 Enquire of my Daughters who accursd in the dark depths 12839 Knead bread of Sorrow by my stern command for I am God 12840 Of all this dreadful ruin Rise O daughters at my Stern command

12841 Rending the Rocks Eleth & Uveth rose & Ona rose 12842 Terrific with their iron vessels driving them across 12843 In the dim air they took the book of iron & placd above 12844 On clouds of death & sang their songs Kneading the bread of Orc 12845 Orc listend to the song compelld hungring on the cold wind 12846 That swaggd heavy with the accursed dough. the hoar frost ragd 12847 Thro Onas sieve the torrent rain pourd from the iron pail 12848 Of Eleth & the icy hands of Uveth kneaded the bread 12849 The heavens bow with terror underneath their iron hands 12850 Singing at their dire work the words of Urizens book of iron 12851 While the enormous scrolls rolld dreadful in the heavens above 12852 And still the burden of their song in tears was poured forth 12853 The bread is Kneaded let us rest O cruel father of children

12854 But Urizen remitted not their labours upon his rock

12855 And Urizen Read in his book of brass in sounding tones <t767>

12856 Listen O Daughters to my voice Listen to the Words of Wisdom 12857 So shall [ye] govern over all let Moral Duty tune your tongue <t768> 12858 But be your hearts harder than the nether millstone 12859 To bring the shadow of Enitharmon beneath our wondrous tree 12860 That Los may Evaporate like smoke & be no more 12861 Draw down Enitharmon to the Spectre of Urthona 12862 And let him have dominion over Los the terrible shade

12863 Compell the poor to live upon a Crust of bread by soft mild arts 12864 Smile when they frown frown when they smile & when a man looks pale 12865 With labour & abstinence say he looks healthy & happy 12866 And when his children sicken let them die there are enough 12867 Born even too many & our Earth will be overrun 12868 Without these arts If you would make the poor live with temper 12869 With pomp give every crust of bread you give with gracious cunning 12870 Magnify small gifts reduce the man to want a gift & then give with pomp <t769> 12871 Say he smiles if you hear him sigh If pale say he is ruddy 12872 Preach temperance say he is overgorgd & drowns his wit 12873 In strong drink tho you know that bread & water are all 12874 He can afford Flatter his wife pity his children till we can 12875 Reduce all to our will as spaniels are taught with art

12876 Lo how the heart & brain are formed in the breeding womb 12877 Of Enitharmon how it buds with life & forms the bones 12878 The little heart the liver & the red blood in its labyrinths 12879 By gratified desire by strong devouring appetite she fills 12880 Los with ambitious fury that his race shall all devour

12881 Then Orc cried Curse thy Cold hypocrisy. already round thy Tree<t770> 12882 In scales that shine with gold & rubies thou beginnest to weaken 12883 My divided Spirit Like a worm I rise in peace unbound 12884 From wrath Now When I rage my fetters bind me more 12885 O torment O torment A Worm compelld. Am I a worm 12886 Is it in strong deceit that man is born. In strong deceit 12887 Thou dost restrain my fury that the worm may fold the tree 12888 Avaunt Cold hypocrite I am chaind or thou couldst not use me thus 12889 The Man shall rage bound with this Chain the worm in silence creep 12890 Thou wilt not cease from rage Grey Demon silence all thy storms 12891 Give me example of thy mildness King of furious hail storms 12892 Art thou the cold attractive power that holds me in this chain 12893 I well remember how I stole thy light & it became fire 12894 Consuming. Thou Knowst me now O Urizen Prince of Light 12895 And I know thee is this the triumph this the Godlike State 12896 That lies beyond the bounds of Science in the Grey obscure

12897 Terrified Urizen heard Orc now certain that he was Luvah 12898 And Orc began to Organize a Serpent body <t771> 12899 Despising Urizens light & turning it into flaming fire 12900 Recieving as a poisond Cup Recieves the heavenly wine 12901 And turning affection into fury & thought into abstraction <t772> 12902 A Self consuming dark devourer rising into the heavens

12903 Urizen envious brooding sat & saw the secret terror 12904 Flame high in pride & laugh to scorn the source of his deceit 12905 Nor knew the source of his own but thought himself the Sole author

12906 Of all his wandering Experiments in the horrible Abyss 12907 He knew that weakness stretches out in breadth & length he knew 12908 That wisdom reaches high & deep & therefore he made Orc 12909 In Serpent form compelld stretch out & up the mysterious tree 12910 He sufferd him to Climb that he might draw all human forms 12911 Into submission to his will nor knew the dread result

12912 Los sat in showers of Urizen watching cold Enitharmon <t773> 12913 His broodings rush down to his feet producing Eggs that hatching 12914 Burst forth upon the winds above the tree of Mystery 12915 Enitharmon lay on his knees. Urizen tracd his Verses 12916 In the dark deep the dark tree grew. her shadow was drawn down 12917 Down to the roots it wept over Orc. the Shadow of Enitharmon

12918 Los saw her stretchd the image of death upon his witherd valleys 12919 Her Shadow went forth & returnd Now she was pale as Snow 12920 When the mountains & hills are coverd over & the paths of Men shut up <t774> 12921 But when her spirit returnd as ruddy as a morning when 12922 The ripe fruit blushes into joy in heavens eternal halls <t775> 12923 Sorrow shot thro him from his feet it shot up to his head 12924 Like a cold night that nips the root & shatters off the leaves <t776> 12925 Silent he stood oer Enitharmon watching her pale face 12926 He spoke not he was Silent till he felt the cold disease 12927 Then Los mournd on the dismal wind in his jealous lamentation

12928 Why can I not Enjoy thy beauty Lovely Enitharmon 12929 When I return from clouds of Grief in the wandring Elements 12930 Where thou in thrilling joy in beaming summer loveliness 12931 Delectable reposest ruddy in my absence flaming with beauty 12932 Cold pale in sorrow at my approach trembling at my terrific 12933 Forehead & eyes thy lips decay lik roses in the spring <t777> 12934 How art thou Shrunk thy grapes that burst in summers vast Excess 12935 Shut up in little purple covering faintly bud & die 12936 Thy olive trees that pourd down oil upon a thousand hills 12937 Sickly look forth & scarcely stretch their branches to the plain 12938 Thy roses that expanded in the face of glowing morn

12939 Hid in a little silken veil scarce breathe & faintly shine 12940 Thy lilies that gave light what time the morning looked forth 12941 Hid in the Vales faintly lament & no one hears their voice 12942 All things beside the woful Los enjoy the delights of beauty 12943 Once how I sang & calld the beasts & birds to their delights 12944 Nor knew that I alone exempted from the joys of love 12945 Must war with secret monsters of the animating worlds 12946 O that I had not seen the day then should I be at rest 12947 Nor felt the stingings of desire nor longings after life 12948 For life is Sweet to Los the wretched to his winged woes 12949 Is given a craving cry that they may sit at night on barren rocks 12950 And whet their beaks & snuff the air & watch the opening dawn 12951 And Shriek till at the smells of blood they stretch their boney wings 12952 And cut the winds like arrows shot by troops of Destiny

12953 Thus Los lamented in the night unheard by Enitharmon 12954 For the Shadow of Enitharmon descended down the tree of Mystery 12955 The Spectre saw the Shade Shivering over his gloomy rocks 12956 Beneath the tree of Mystery which in the dismal Abyss 12957 Began to blossom in fierce pain shooting its writhing buds 12958 In throes of birth & now the blossoms falling shining fruit

12959 Appeard of many colours & of various poisonous qualities 12960 Of Plagues hidden in shining globes that grew on the living tree

12961 The Spectre of Urthona saw the Shadow of Enitharmon 12962 Beneath the Tree of Mystery among the leaves & fruit <t778> 12963 Reddning the Demon strong prepard the poison of sweet Love 12964 He turnd from side to side in tears he wept & he embracd <t779> 12965 The fleeting image & in whispers mild wood the faint shade

12966 Loveliest delight of Men. Enitharmon shady hiding 12967 In secret places where no eye can trace thy watry way 12968 Have I found thee have I found thee tremblest thou in fear 12969 Because of Orc because he rent his discordant way 12970 From thy sweet loins of bliss. red flowd thy blood 12971 Pale grew thy face lightnings playd around thee thunders hoverd <t780> 12972 Over thee, & the terrible Orc rent his discordant way <t781> 12973 But the next joy of thine shall be in sweet delusion 12974 And its birth in fainting & sleep & Sweet delusions of Vala <t782>

12975 The Shadow of Enitharmon answerd Art thou terrible Shade 12976 Set over this sweet boy of mine to guard him lest he rend

12977 His mother to the winds of heaven Intoxicated with 12978 The fruit of this delightful tree. I cannot flee away 12979 From thy embrace else be assurd so horrible a form 12980 Should never in my arms repose. now listen I will tell 12981 Thee Secrets of Eternity which neer before unlockd 12982 My golden lips nor took the bar from Enitharmons breast 12983 Among the Flowers of Beulah walkd the Eternal Man & Saw 12984 Vala the lilly of the desart. melting in high noon 12985 Upon her bosom in sweet bliss he fainted Wonder siezd 12986 All heaven they saw him dark. they built a golden wall 12987 Round Beulah There he reveld in delight among the Flowers 12988 Vala was pregnant & brought forth Urizen Prince of Light <t783> 12989 First born of Generation. Then behold a wonder to the Eyes 12990 Of the now fallen Man a double form Vala appeard. A Male 12991 And female shuddring pale the Fallen Man recoild 12992 From the Enormity & calld them Luvah & Vala. turning down 12993 The vales to find his way back into Heaven but found none 12994 For his frail eyes were faded & his ears heavy & dull

12995 Urizen grew up in the plains of Beulah Many Sons 12996 And many daughters flourishd round the holy Tent of Man 12997 Till he forgot Eternity delighted in his sweet joy 12998 Among his family his flocks & herds & tents & pastures

12999 But Luvah close conferrd with Urizen in darksom night 13000 To bind the father & enslave the brethren Nought he knew

13001 Of sweet Eternity the blood flowd round the holy tent & rivn 13002 From its hinges uttering its final groan all Beulah fell 13003 In dark confusion mean time Los was born & Enitharmon 13004 But how I know not then forgetfulness quite wrapd me up 13005 A period nor do I more remember till I stood 13006 Beside Los in the Cavern dark enslavd to vegetative forms 13007 According to the Will of Luvah who assumed the Place 13008 Of the Eternal Man & smote him. But thou Spectre dark 13009 Maist find a way to punish Vala in thy fiery South 13010 To bring her down subjected to the rage of my fierce boy

13011 The Spectre said. Thou lovely Vision this delightful Tree 13012 Is given us for a Shelter from the tempests of Void & Solid 13013 Till once again the morn of ages shall renew upon us 13014 To reunite in those mild fields of happy Eternity 13015 Where thou & I in undivided Essence walkd about 13016 Imbodied. thou my garden of delight & I the spirit in the garden 13017 Mutual there we dwelt in one anothers joy revolving 13018 Days of Eternity with Tharmas mild & Luvah sweet melodious 13019 Upon our waters. This thou well rememberest listen I will tell 13020 What thou forgettest. They in us & we in them alternate Livd <t784> 13021 Drinking the joys of Universal Manhood. One dread morn 13022 Listen O vision of Delight One dread morn of goary blood 13023 The manhood was divided for the gentle passions making way <t785> 13024 Thro the infinite labyrinths of the heart & thro the nostrils issuing 13025 In odorous stupefaction stood before the Eyes of Man 13026 A female bright. I stood beside my anvil dark a mass 13027 Of iron glowd bright prepard for spades & plowshares. sudden down 13028 I sunk with cries of blood issuing downward in the veins 13029 Which now my rivers were become rolling in tubelike forms <t786> 13030 Shut up within themselves descending down I sunk along, 13031 The goary tide even to the place of seed & there dividing 13032 I was divided in darkness & oblivion thou an infant woe 13033 And I an infant terror in the womb of Enion 13034 My masculine spirit scorning the frail body issud forth 13035 From Enions brain In this deformed form leaving thee there 13036 Till times passd over thee but still my spirit returning hoverd <t787> 13037 And formd a Male to be a counterpart to thee O Love 13038 Darkend & Lost In due time issuing forth from Enions womb 13039 Thou & that demon Los wert born Ah jealousy & woe <t788> 13040 Ah poor divided dark Urthona now a Spectre wandering 13041 The deeps of Los the Slave of that Creation I created 13042 I labour night & day for Los but listen thou my vision 13043 I view futurity in thee I will bring down soft Vala 13044 To the embraces of this terror & I will destroy 13045 That body I created then shall we unite again in bliss

13046 Thou knowest that the Spectre is in Every Man insane brutish <t789> 13047 Deformd that I am thus a ravening devouring lust continually 13048 Craving & devouring but my Eyes are always upon thee O lovely 13049 Delusion & I cannot crave for any thing but thee not so <t790> 13050 The spectres of the Dead for I am as the Spectre of the Living 13051 For till these terrors planted round the Gates of Eternal life 13052 Are driven away & annihilated we never can repass the Gates

13053 Astonishd filld with tears the spirit of Enitharmon beheld 13054 And heard the Spectre bitterly she wept Embracing fervent <t791> 13055 Her once lovd Lord now but a Shade herself also a shade 13056 Conferring times on times among the branches of that Tree

13057 Thus they conferrd among the intoxicating fumes of Mystery 13058 Till Enitharmons shadow pregnant in the deeps beneath 13059 Brought forth a wonder horrible. While Enitharmon shriekd 13060 And trembled thro the Worlds above Los wept his fierce soul was terrifid 13061 At the shrieks of Enitharmon at her tossings nor could his eyes percieve 13062 The cause of her dire anguish for she lay the image of Death 13063 Movd by strong shudders till her shadow was deliverd then she ran 13064 Raving about the upper Elements in maddning fury

13065 She burst the Gates of Enitharmons heart with direful Crash 13066 Nor could they ever be closd again the golden hinges were broken 13067 And the gates broke in sunder & their ornaments defacd <t792> 13068 Beneath the tree of Mystery for the immortal shadow shuddering 13069 Brought forth this wonder horrible a Cloud she grew & grew 13070 Till many of the dead burst forth from the bottoms of their tombs 13071 In male forms without female counterparts or Emanations <t793> 13072 Cruel and ravening with Enmity & Hatred & War 13073 In dreams of Ulro dark delusive drawn by the lovely shadow <t794>

13074 The Spectre terrified gave her Charge over the howling Orc <t795>

13075 But in the deeps beneath the Roots of Mystery in darkest night <t797> 13076 Where Urizen sat on his rock the Shadow brooded <t798> 13077 Urizen saw & triumphd & he cried to his warriors <t799>

13078 The time of Prophecy is now revolvd & all 13079 This Universal Ornament is mine & in my hands 13080 The ends of heaven like a Garment will I fold them round me 13081 Consuming what must be consumd then in power & majesty 13082 I will walk forth thro those wide fields of endless Eternity 13083 A God & not a Man a Conqueror in triumphant glory 13084 And all the Sons of Everlasting shall bow down at my feet <t800>

13085 First Trades & Commerce ships & armed vessels he builded laborious 13086 To swim the deep & on the Land children are sold to trades

13087 Of dire necessity still laboring day & night till all 13088 Their life extinct they took the spectre form in dark despair 13089 And slaves in myriads in ship loads burden the hoarse sounding deep 13090 Rattling with clanking chains the Universal Empire groans

13091 And he commanded his Sons found a Center in the Deep 13092 And Urizen laid the first Stone & all his myriads 13093 Builded a temple in the image of the human heart

13094 And in the inner part of the Temple wondrous workmanship 13095 They formd the Secret place reversing all the order of delight 13096 That whosoever enterd into the temple might not behold 13097 The hidden wonders allegoric of the Generations 13098 Of secret lust when hid in chambers dark the nightly harlot 13099 Plays in Disguise in whisperd hymn & mumbling prayer The priests 13100 He ordaind & Priestesses clothd in disguises beastial 13101 Inspiring secrecy & lamps they bore intoxicating fumes 13102 Roll round the Temple & they took the Sun that glowd oer Los 13103 And with immense machines down rolling. the terrific orb 13104 Compell'd. The Sun reddning like a fierce lion in his chains 13105 Descended to the sound of instruments that drownd the noise 13106 Of the hoarse wheels & the terrific howlings of wild beasts 13107 That dragd the wheels of the Suns chariot & they put the Sun 13108 Into the temple of Urizen to give light to the Abyss 13109 To light the War by day to hide his secret beams by night 13110 For he divided day & night in different orderd portions 13111 The day for war the night for secret religion in his temple <t801>

13112 Los reard his mighty stature on Earth stood his feet. Above <t802> 13113 The moon his furious forehead circled with black bursting thunders 13114 His naked limbs glittring upon the dark blue sky his knees 13115 Bathed in bloody clouds. his loins in fires of war where spears 13116 And swords rage where the Eagles cry & the Vultures laugh saying 13117 Now comes the night of Carnage now the flesh of Kings & Princes 13118 Pamperd in palaces for our food the blood of Captains nurturd <t803> 13119 With lust & murder for our drink the drunken Raven shall wander 13120 All night among the slain & mock the wounded that groan in the field

13121 Tharmas laughd furious among the Banners clothd in blood

13122 Crying As I will I rend the Nations all asunder rending 13123 The People, vain their combinations I will scatter them 13124 But thou O Son whom I have crowned and inthrond thee Strong 13125 I will preserve tho Enemies arise around thee numberless 13126 I will command my winds & they shall scatter them or call

13127 My Waters like a flood around thee fear not trust in me 13128 And I will give thee all the ends of heaven for thy possession

13129 In war shalt thou bear rule in blood shalt thou triumph for me 13130 Because in times of Everlasting I was rent in sunder 13131 And what I loved best was divided among my Enemies 13132 My little daughters were made captives & I saw them beaten 13133 With whips along the sultry sands. I heard those whom I lovd <t804> 13134 Crying in secret tents at night & in the morn compelld 13135 To labour & behold my heart sunk down beneath 13136 In sighs & sobbings all dividing till I was divided <t805> 13137 In twain & lo my Crystal form that lived in my bosom 13138 Followd her daughters to the fields of blood they left me naked 13139 Alone & they refusd to return from the fields of the mighty 13140 Therefore I will reward them as they have rewarded me 13141 I will divide them in my anger & thou O my King 13142 Shalt gather them from out their graves & put thy fetter on them 13143 And bind them to thee that my crystal form may come to me

13144 So cried the Demon of the Waters in the Clouds of Los 13145 Outstretchd upon the hills lay Enitharmon clouds & tempests 13146 Beat round her head all night all day she riots in Excess 13147 But night or day Los follows War & the dismal moon rolls over her <t806> 13148 That when Los warrd upon the South reflected the fierce fires 13149 Of his immortal head into the North upon faint Enitharmon 13150 Red rage the furies of fierce Orc black thunders roll round Los 13151 Flaming his head like the bright sun seen thro a mist that magnifies 13152 His disk into a terrible vision to the Eyes of trembling mortals

13153 And Enitharmon trembling & in fear utterd these words

13154 I put not any trust in thee nor in thy glittering scales 13155 Thy eyelids are a terror to me & the flaming of thy crest 13156 The rushing of thy Scales confound me thy hoarse rushing scales 13157 And if that Los had not built me a tower upon a rock 13158 I must have died in the dark desart among noxious worms 13159 How shall I flee how shall I flee into the tower of Los 13160 My feet are turned backward & my footsteps slide in clay 13161 And clouds are closd around my tower my arms labour in vain 13162 Does not the God of waters in the wracking Elements 13163 Love those who hate rewarding with hate the Loving Soul

13164 And must not I obey the God thou Shadow of Jealousy 13165 I cry the watchman heareth not I pour my voice in roarings 13166 Watchman the night is thick & darkness cheats my rayie sight 13167 Lift up Lift up O Los awake my watchman for he sleepeth 13168 Lift up Lift up Shine forth O Light watchman thy light is out 13169 O Los unless thou keep my tower the Watchman will be slain

13170 So Enitharmon cried upon her terrible Earthy bed 13171 While the broad Oak wreathd his roots round her forcing his dark way

13172 Thro caves of death into Existence The Beech long limbd advancd 13173 Terrific into the paind heavens The fruit trees humanizing 13174 Shewd their immortal energies in warlike desperation 13175 Rending the heavens & earths & drinking blood in the hot battle 13176 To feed their fruit to gratify their hidden sons & daughters 13177 That far within the close recesses of their secret palaces 13178 Viewd the vast war & joyd wishing to vegetate 13179 Into the Worlds of Enitharmon Loud the roaring winds 13180 Burdend with clouds howl round the Couch sullen the wooly sheep 13181 Walks thro the battle Dark & fierce the Bull his rage 13182 Propagates thro the warring Earth The Lion raging in flames <t807> 13183 The Tyger in redounding smoke The Serpent of the woods <t808> 13184 And of the waters & the scorpion of the desart irritate 13185 With harsh songs every living soul. The Prester Serpent runs 13186 Along the ranks crying Listen to the Priest of God ye warriors 13187 This Cowl upon my head he placd in times of Everlasting 13188 And said Go forth & guide my battles. lik the jointed spine 13189 Of Man I made thee when I blotted Man from life & light 13190 Take thou the seven Diseases of Man store them for times to come 13191 In store houses in secret places that I will tell the[e] of 13192 To be my great & awful curses at the time appointed

13193 The Prester Serpent ceasd the War song sounded loud & strong 13194 Thro all the heavens Urizens Web vibrated torment on torment <t809>

13195 Thus in the Caverns of the Grave & Places of human seed <t811> 13196 The nameless shadowy Vortex stood before the face of Orc 13197 The Shadow reard her dismal head over the flaming youth 13198 With sighs & howling & deep sobs that he might lose his rage 13199 And with it lose himself in meekness she embracd his fire 13200 As when the Earthquake rouzes from his den his shoulders huge 13201 Appear above the crumb[l]ing Mountain. Silence waits around him 13202 A moment then astounding horror belches from the Center 13203 The fiery dogs arise the shoulders huge appear 13204 So Orc rolld round his clouds upon the deeps of dark Urthona 13205 Knowing the arts of Urizen were Pity & Meek affection <t812> 13206 And that by these arts the Serpent form exuded from his limbs 13207 Silent as despairing love & strong as Jealousy 13208 Jealous that she was Vala now become Urizens harlot 13209 And the Harlot of Los & the deluded harlot of the Kings of Earth 13210 His soul was gnawn in sunder 13211 The hairy shoulders rend the links free are the wrists of fire 13212 Red rage redounds he rouzd his lions from his forests black 13213 They howl around the flaming youth rending the nameless shadow 13214 And running their immortal course thro solid darkness borne

13215 Loud sounds the war song round red Orc in his [?triumphant] fury <t813> 13216 And round the nameless shadowy Female in her howling terror 13217 When all the Elemental Gods joind in the wondrous Song

13218 Sound the War trumpet terrific Souls clad in attractive steel 13219 Sound the shrill fife serpents of war. I hear the northern drum 13220 Awake, I hear the flappings of the folding banners

13221 The dragons of the North put on their armour 13222 Upon the Eastern sea direct they take their course 13223 The glittring of their horses trapping stains the vault of night

13224 Stop we the rising of the glorious King. spur spur your clouds <t814>

13225 Of death O northern drum awake O hand of iron sound 13226 The northern drum. Now give the charge! bravely obscurd! 13227 With darts of wintry hail. Again the black bow draw 13228 Again the Elemental Strings to your right breasts draw 13229 And let the thundring drum speed on the arrows black

13230 The arrows flew from cloudy bow all day. till blood 13231 From east to west flowd like the human veins in rivers 13232 Of life upon the plains of death & valleys of despair

13233 Now sound the clarions of Victory now strip the slain 13234 clothe yourselves in golden arms brothers of war <t815> 13235 They sound the clarions strong they chain the howling captives 13236 they give the Oath of blood They cast the lots into the helmet, <t816> 13237 They vote the death of Luvah & they naild him to the tree 13238 They piercd him with a spear & laid him in a sepulcher 13239 To die a death of Six thousand years bound round with desolation 13240 The sun was black & the moon rolld a useless globe thro heaven

13241 Then left the Sons of Urizen the plow & harrow the loom 13242 The hammer & the Chisel & the rule & compasses 13243 They forgd the sword the chariot of war the battle ax 13244 The trumpet fitted to the battle & the flute of summer 13245 And all the arts of life they changd into the arts of death 13246 The hour glass contemnd because its simple workmanship 13247 Was as the workmanship of the plowman & the water wheel 13248 That raises water into Cisterns broken & burnd in fire 13249 Because its workmanship was like the workmanship of the Shepherd 13250 And in their stead intricate wheels invented Wheel without wheel 13251 To perplex youth in their outgoings & to bind to labours 13252 Of day & night the myriads of Eternity. that they might file 13253 And polish brass & iron hour after hour laborious workmanship 13254 Kept ignorant of the use that they might spend the days of wisdom 13255 In sorrowful drudgery to obtain a scanty pittance of bread 13256 In ignorance to view a small portion & think that All 13257 And call it Demonstration blind to all the simple rules of life

13258 Now now the Battle rages round thy tender limbs O Vala 13259 Now smile among thy bitter tears now put on all thy beauty 13260 Is not the wound of the sword Sweet & the broken bone delightful 13261 Wilt thou now smile among the slain when the wounded groan in the field

13262 Life up thy blue eyes Vala & put on thy sapphire shoes 13263 O Melancholy Magdalen behold the morning breaks 13264 Gird on thy flaming Zone. descend into the Sepulcher 13265 Scatter the blood from thy golden brow the tears from thy silver locks 13266 Shake off the waters from thy wings & the dust from thy white garments

13267 Remember all thy feigned terrors on the secret Couch 13268 When the sun rose in glowing morn with arms of mighty hosts 13269 Marching to battle who was wont to rise with Urizens harps <t817> 13270 Girt as a Sower with his seed to scatter life abroad

13271 Arise O Vala bring the bow of Urizen bring the sift arrows of light 13272 How ragd the golden horses of Urizen bound to the chariot of Love 13273 Compelld to leave the plow to the Ox to snuff up the winds of desolation 13274 To trample the corn fields in boastful neighings. this is no gentle harp 13275 This is no warbling brook nor Shadow of a Myrtle tree

13276 But blood & wounds & dismal cries & clarions of war 13277 And hearts laid open to the light by the broad grizly sword 13278 And bowels hidden in hammerd steel rippd forth upon the Ground <t818> 13279 Call forth thy Smiles of soft deceit call forth thy cloudy tears 13280 We hear thy sighs in trumpets shrill when Morn shall blood renew <t819>

13281 So sung the demons of the deep the Clarions of war blew loud <t820> 13282 Orc rent her & his human form consumd in his own fires 13283 Mingled with her dolorous members strewn thro the Abyss 13284 She joyd in all the Conflict Gratified & drinking tears of woe 13285 No more remaind of Orc but the Serpent round the tree of Mystery 13286 The form of Orc was gone he reard his serpent bulk among 13287 The stars of Urizen in Power rending the form of life <t821> 13288 Into a formless indefinite & strewing her on the Abyss 13289 Like clouds upon the winter sky broken with winds & thunders 13290 This was to her Supreme delight The Warriors mournd disappointed 13291 They go out to war with Strong Shouts & loud Clarions O Pity 13292 They return with lamentations mourning & weeping

13293 Invisible or visible drawn out in length or stretchd in breadth 13294 The Shadowy Female varied in the War in her delight 13295 Howling in discontent black & heavy uttering brute sounds 13296 Wading thro fens among the slimy weeds making Lamentations 13297 To decieve Tharmas in his rage to soothe his furious soul

13298 To stay him in his flight that Urizen might live tho in pain 13299 He said Art thou bright Enion is the Shadow of hope returnd

13300 And She said Tharmas I am Vala bless thy innocent face 13301 Doth Enion avoid the sight of thy blue watry eyes 13302 Be not perswaded that the air knows this or the failing dew

13303 Tharmas replid O Vala once I livd in a garden of delight

13304 I wakend Enion in the Morning & she turnd away 13305 Among the apple trees & all the gardens of delight 13306 Swam like a dream before my eyes I went to seek the steps 13307 Of Enion in the gardens & the shadows compassd me 13308 And closd me in a watry world of woe where Enion stood 13309 Trembling before me like a shadow like a mist like air 13310 And she is gone & here alone I war with darkness & death 13311 I hear thy voice but not thy form see. thou & all delight 13312 And life appear & vanish mocking me with shadows of false hope 13313 Hast thou forgot that the air listens thro all its districts telling 13314 The subtlest thoughts shut up from light in chambers of the Moon

13315 Tharmas. The Moon has chambers where the babes of love lie hid 13316 And whence they never can be brought in all Eternity 13317 Unless exposd by their vain parents. Lo him whom I love 13318 Is hidden from me & I never in all Eternity 13319 Shall see him Enitharmon & Ahania combind with Enion 13320 Hid him in that Outrageous form of Orc which torments me for Sin <t822> 13321 For all my Secret faults which he brings forth upon the light 13322 Of day in jealousy & blood my Children are led to Urizens war 13323 Before my eyes & for every one of these I am condemnd 13324 To Eternal torment in these flames for tho I have the power 13325 To rise on high Yet love here binds me down & never never 13326 Will I arise till him I love is loosd from this dark chain

13327 Tharmas replied Vala thy Sins have lost us heaven & bliss 13328 Thou art our Curse and till I can bring love into the light <t823> 13329 I never will depart from my great wrath

13330 So Tharmas waild wrathful then rode upon the Stormy Deep <t824> 13331 Cursing the Voice that mockd him with false hope in furious mood 13332 Then She returns swift as a blight upon the infant bud 13333 Howling in all the notes of woe to stay his furious rage 13334 Stamping the hills wading or swimming flying furious or falling 13335 Or like an Earthquake rumbling in the bowels of the earth 13336 Or like a cloud beneath & like a fire flaming in high 13337 Walking in pleasure of the hills or murmuring in the dales 13338 Like to a rushing torrent beneath & a falling rock above 13339 A thunder cloud in the south & a lulling voice heard in the north

13340 And she went forth & saw the forms of Life & of delight 13341 Walking on Mountains or flying in the open expanse of heaven 13342 She heard sweet voices in the winds & in the voices of birds 13343 That rose from waters for the waters were as the voice of Luvah 13344 Not seen to her like waters or like this dark world of death 13345 Tho all those fair perfections which men know only by name 13346 In beautiful substantial forms appeard & served her 13347 As food or drink or ornament or in delightful works 13348 To build her bowers for the Elements brought forth abundantly 13349 The living soul in glorious forms & every one came forth 13350 Walking before her Shadowy face & bowing at her feet 13351 But in vain delights were poured forth on the howling melancholy 13352 For her delight the horse his proud neck bowd & his white mane 13353 And the Strong Lion deignd in his mouth to wear the golden bit 13354 While the far beaming Peacock waited on the fragrant wind 13355 To bring her fruits of sweet delight from trees of richest wonders 13356 And the strong piniond Eagle bore the fire of heaven in the night season 13357 Wood & subdud into Eternal Death the Demon Lay 13358 In rage against the dark despair. the howling Melancholy <t825> 13359 For far & wide she stretchd thro all the worlds of Urizens journey 13360 And was Ajoind to Beulah as the Polypus to the Rock 13361 Mo[u]rning the daughters of Beulah saw nor could they have sustaind 13362 The horrid sight of death & torment But the Eternal Promise 13363 They wrote on all their tombs & pillars & on every Urn 13364 These words If ye will believe your B[r]other shall rise again 13365 In golden letters ornamented with sweet labours of Love 13366 Waiting with Patience for the fulfilment of the Promise Divine <t826>

13367 And all the Songs of Beulah sounded comfortable notes 13368 Not suffring doubt to rise up from the Clouds of the Shadowy Female 13369 Then myriads of the Dead burst thro the bottoms of their tombs 13370 Descending on the shadowy females clouds in Spectrous terror 13371 Beyond the Limit of Translucence on the Lake of Udan Adan 13372 These they namd Satans & in the Aggregate they namd them Satan

13373 Then took the tree of Mystery root in the World of Los 13374 Its topmost boughs shooting a fibre beneath Enitharmons couch <t827> 13375 The double rooted Labyrinth soon wavd around their heads

13376 But then the Spectre enterd Los's bosom Every sigh & groan <t828> 13377 Of Enitharmon bore Urthonas Spectre on its wings 13378 Obdurate Los felt Pity Enitharmon told the tale 13379 Of Urthona. Los embracd the Spectre first as a brother 13380 Then as another Self; astonishd humanizing & in tears 13381 In Self abasement Giving up his Domineering lust

13382 Thou never canst embrace sweet Enitharmon terrible Demon. Till 13383 Thou art united with thy Spectre Consummating by pains & labours <pine 13384t829> 13385 That mortal body & by Self annihilation back returning <t830> 13386 To Life Eternal be assurd I am thy real Self 13387 Tho thus divided from thee & the Slave of Every passion 13388 Of thy fierce Soul Unbar the Gates of Memory look upon me <t831> 13389 Not as another but as thy real Self I am thy Spectre 13390 Thou didst subdue me in old times by thy Immortal Strength <t832> 13391 When I was a ravning hungring & thirsting cruel lust & murder 13392 Tho horrible & Ghastly to thine Eyes tho buried beneath <t833> 13393 The ruins of the Universe. hear what inspird I speak & be silent

13394 If we unite in one[,] another better world will be <t834> 13395 Opend within your heart & loins & wondrous brain 13396 Threefold as it was in Eternity & this the fourth Universe 13397 Will be Renewd by the three & consummated in Mental fires 13398 But if thou dost refuse Another body will be prepared

13399 For me & thou annihilate evaporate & be no more 13400 For thou art but a form & organ of life & of thyself 13401 Art nothing being Created Continually by Mercy & Love divine

13402 Los furious answerd. Spectre horrible thy words astound my Ear 13403 With irresistible conviction I feel I am not one of those 13404 Who when convincd can still persist. tho furious.controllable 13405 By Reasons power. Even I already feel a World within 13406 Opening its gates & in it all the real substances 13407 Of which these in the outward World are shadows which pass away 13408 Come then into my Bosom & in thy shadowy arms bring with thee 13409 My lovely Enitharmon. I will quell my fury & teach 13410 Peace to the Soul of dark revenge & repentance to Cruelty

13411 So spoke Los & Embracing Enitharmon & the Spectre 13412 Clouds would have folded round in Extacy & Love uniting

13413 But Enitharmon trembling fled & hid beneath Urizens tree 13414 But mingling together with his Spectre the Spectre of Urthona <t835> 13415 Wondering beheld the Center opend by Divine Mercy inspired <t836> 13416 He in his turn Gave Tasks to Los Enormous to destroy <t837> 13417 That body he created but in vain for Los performd Wonders of labour 13418 They Builded Golgonooza Los labouring builded pillars high <t838> 13419 And Domes terrific in the nether heavens for beneath 13420 Was opend new heavens & a new Earth beneath & within 13421 Threefold within the brain within the heart within the loins 13422 A Threefold Atmosphere Sublime continuous from Urthonas world <t839> 13423 But yet having a Limit Twofold named Satan & Adam

13424 But Los stood on the Limit of Translucence weeping & trembling 13425 Filled with doubts in self accusation beheld the fruit <t840> 13426 Of Urizens Mysterious tree For Enitharmon thus spake

13427 When In the Deeps beneath I gatherd of this ruddy fruit 13428 It was by that I knew that I had Sinnd & then I knew 13429 That without a ransom I could not be savd from Eternal death 13430 That Life lives upon Death & by devouring appetite 13431 All things subsist on one another thenceforth in Despair 13432 I spend my glowing time but thou art strong & mighty 13433 To bear this Self conviction take then Eat thou also of 13434 The fruit & give me proof of life Eternal or I die

13435 Then Los plucked the fruit & Eat & sat down in Despair 13436 And must have given himself to death Eternal But 13437 Urthonas spectre in part mingling with him comforted him 13438 Being a medium between him & Enitharmon But This Union 13439 Was not to be Effected without Cares & Sorrows & Troubles 13440 Of six thousand Years of self denial and of bitter Contrition <t841> 13441 Urthonas Spectre terrified beheld the Spectres of the Dead 13442 Each Male formd without a counterpart without a concentering vision 13443 The Spectre of Urthona wept before Los Saying I am the cause 13444 That this dire state commences I began the dreadful state 13445 Of Separation & on my dark head the curse & punishment 13446 Must fall unless a way be found to Ransom & Redeem <t842>

13447 But I have thee my [Counterpart Vegetating] miraculous <t843> 13448 These Spectres have no [Counter(parts)] therefore they ravin 13449 Without the food of life Let us Create them Coun[terparts] 13450 For without a Created body the Spectre is Eternal Death

13451 Los trembling answerd Now I feel the weight of stern repentance 13452 Tremble not so my Enitharmon at the awful gates 13453 Of thy poor broken Heart I see thee like a shadow withering 13454 As on the outside of Existence but look! behold! take comfort! 13455 Turn inwardly thine Eyes & there behold the Lamb of God 13456 Clothed in Luvahs robes of blood descending to redeem 13457 O Spectre of Urthona take comfort O Enitharmon 13458 Couldst thou but cease from terror & trembling & affright 13459 When I appear before thee in forgiveness of ancient injuries <t844> 13460 Why shouldst thou remember & be afraid. I surely have died in pain 13461 Often enough to convince thy jealousy & fear & terror <t845> 13462 Come hither be patient let us converse together because 13463 I also tremble at myself & at all my former life

13464 Enitharmon answerd I behold the Lamb of God descending 13465 To Meet these Spectres of the Dead I therefore fear that he

13466 Will give us to Eternal Death fit punishment for such 13467 Hideous offenders Uttermost extinction in eternal pain 13468 An ever dying life of stifling & obstruction shut out 13469 Of existence to be a sign & terror to all who behold 13470 Lest any should in futurity do as we have done in heaven 13471 Such is our state nor will the Son of God redeem us but destroy

13472 So Enitharmon spoke trembling & in torrents of tears

13473 Los sat in Golgonooza in the Gate of Luban where <t847> 13474 He had erected many porches where branchd the Mysterious Tree <t848> 13475 Where the Spectrous dead wail & sighing thus he spoke to Enitharmon

13476 Lovely delight of Men Enitharmon shady refuge from furious war <t849> 13477 Thy bosom translucent is a soft repose for the weeping souls 13478 Of those piteous victims of battle there they sleep in happy obscurity 13479 They feed upon our life we are their victims. Stern desire 13480 I feel to fabricate embodied semblances in which the dead 13481 May live before us in our palaces & in our gardens of labour <t850> 13482 Which now opend within the Center we behold spread abroad 13483 To form a world of Sacrifice of brothers & sons & daughters <t851> 13484 To comfort Orc in his dire sufferings[;] look[!] my fires enlume afresh 13485 Before my face ascending with delight as in ancient times

13486 Enitharmon spread her beaming locks upon the wind & said 13487 O Lovely terrible Los wonder of Eternity O Los my defence & guide <t852> 13488 Thy works are all my joy. & in thy fires my soul delights 13489 If mild they burn in just proportion & in secret night 13490 And silence build their day in shadow of soft clouds & dews 13491 Then I can sigh forth on the winds of Golgonooza piteous forms 13492 That vanish again into my bosom but if thou my Los 13493 Wilt in sweet moderated fury. fabricate forms sublime <t853> 13494 Such as the piteous spectres may assimilate themselves into 13495 They shall be ransoms for our Souls that we may live

13496 So Enitharmon spoke & Los his hands divine inspired began <t854> 13497 To modulate his fires studious the loud roaring flames 13498 He vanquishd with the strength of Art bending their iron points 13499 And drawing them forth delighted upon the winds of Golgonooza <t855> 13500 From out the ranks of Urizens war & from the fiery lake 13501 Of Orc bending down as the binder of the Sheaves follows 13502 The reaper in both arms embracing the furious raging flames 13503 Los drew them forth out of the deeps planting his right foot firm 13504 Upon the Iron crag of Urizen thence springing up aloft 13505 Into the heavens of Enitharmon in a mighty circle

13506 And first he drew a line upon the walls of shining heaven 13507 And Enitharmon tincturd it with beams of blushing love

13508 It remaind permanent a lovely form inspird divinely human 13509 Dividing into just proportions Los unwearied labourd 13510 The immortal lines upon the heavens till with sighs of love 13511 Sweet Enitharmon mild Entrancd breathd forth upon the wind 13512 The spectrous dead Weeping the Spectres viewd the immortal works 13513 Of Los Assimilating to those forms Embodied & Lovely 13514 In youth & beauty in the arms of Enitharmon mild reposing

13515 First Rintrah & then Palamabron drawn from out the ranks of war 13516 In infant innocence reposd on Enitharmons bosom 13517 Orc was comforted in the deeps his soul revivd in them 13518 As the Eldest brother is the fathers image So Orc became <856> 13519 As Los a father to his brethren & he joyd in the dark lake 13520 Tho bound with chains of Jealousy & in scales of iron & brass

13521 But Los loved them & refusd to Sacrifice their infant limbs 13522 And Enitharmons smiles & tears prevaild over self protection 13523 They rather chose to meet Eternal death than to destroy 13524 The offspring of their Care & Pity Urthonas spectre was comforted 13525 But Tharmas most rejoicd in hope of Enions return 13526 For he beheld new Female forms born forth upon the air 13527 Who wove soft silken veils of covering in sweet rapturd trance 13528 Mortal & not as Enitharmon without a covering veil

13529 First his immortal spirit drew Urizen[s] Shadow away <t857> 13530 From out the ranks of war separating him in sunder 13531 Leaving his Spectrous form which could not be drawn away 13532 Then he divided Thiriel the Eldest of Urizens sons 13533 Urizen became Rintrah Thiriel became Palamabron 13534 Thus dividing the powers of Every Warrior 13535 Startled was Los he found his Enemy Urizen now 13536 In his hands. he wonderd that he felt love & not hate 13537 His whole soul loved him he beheld him an infant 13538 Lovely breathd from Enitharmon he trembled within himself

13539 End of The Seventh Night

13540 VALA

13541 Night the Eighth

13542 Then All in Great Eternity Met in the Council of God <t858> 13543 as one Man Even Jesus upon Gilead & Hermon <t859> 13544 Upon the Limit of Contraction to create the fallen Man 13545 The Fallen Man stretchd like a Corse upon the oozy Rock <t860> 13546 Washd with the tides Pale overgrown with weeds

13547 That movd with horrible dreams hovring high over his head 13548 Two winged immortal shapes one standing at his feet 13549 Toward the East one standing at his head toward the west 13550 Their wings joind in the Zenith over head <t861> 13551 Such is a Vision of All Beulah hovring over the Sleeper

13552 The limit of Contraction now was fixd & Man began 13553 To wake upon the Couch of Death he sneezed seven times 13554 A tear of blood dropped from either eye again he reposd 13555 In the saviours arms, in the arms of tender mercy & loving kindness

13556 Then Los said I behold the Divine Vision thro the broken Gates <t862> 13557 Of thy poor broken heart astonishd melted into Compassion & Love 13558 And Enitharmon said I see the Lamb of God upon Mount Zion <t863> 13559 Wondring with love & Awe they felt the divine hand upon them <t864>

13560 For nothing could restrain the dead in Beulah from descending 13561 Unto Ulros night tempted by the Shadowy females sweet 13562 Delusive cruelty they descend away from the Daughters of Beulah 13563 And Enter Urizens temple Enitharmon pitying & her heart 13564 Gates broken down. they descend thro the Gate of Pity 13565 The broken heart Gate of Enitharmon She sighs them forth upon the wind <t865> 13566 Of Golgonooza Los stood recieving them <t866> 13567 For Los could enter into Enitharmons bosom & explore 13568 Its intricate Labyrinths now the Obdurate heart was broken

13569 From out the War of Urizen & Tharmas recieving them <t867> 13570 Into his hands. Then Enitharmon erected Looms in Lubans Gate 13571 And calld the Looms Cathedron in these Looms She wove the Spectres 13572 Bodies of Vegetation Singing lulling Cadences to drive away 13573 Despair from the poor wandering spectres and Los loved them 13574 With a parental love for the Divine hand was upon him 13575 And upon Enitharmon & the Divine Countenance shone 13576 In Golgonooza Looking down the Daughters of Beulah saw 13577 With joy the bright Light & in it a Human form 13578 And knew he was the Saviour Even Jesus & they worshipped

13579 Astonishd Comforted Delighted in notes of Rapturous Extacy <t868> 13580 All Beulah stood astonishd Looking down to Eternal Death 13581 They saw the Saviour beyond the Pit of death & destruction 13582 For whether they lookd upward they saw the Divine Vision 13583 Or whether they lookd downward still they saw the Divine Vision 13584 Surrounding them on all sides beyond sin & death & hell

13585 Enitharmon wove in tears singing Songs of Lamentation 13586 And pitying comfort as she sighd forth on the wind the Spectres 13587 Also the Vegetated bodies which Enitharmon wove

13588 Opend within their hearts & in their loins & in their brain 13589 To Beulah & the Dead in Ulro descended from the War 13590 Of Urizen & Tharmas & from the Shadowy females clouds 13591 And some were woven single & some two fold & some three fold <t869> 13592 In Head or Heart or Reins according to the fittest order 13593 Of most merciful pity & compassion to the Spectrous dead <t870>

13594 When Urizen saw the Lamb of God clothed in Luvahs robes 13595 Perplexd & terrifid he Stood tho well he knew that Orc 13596 Was Luvah But he now beheld a new Luvah. Or One 13597 Who assumed Luvahs form & stood before him opposite 13598 But he saw Orc a Serpent form augmenting times on times 13599 In the fierce battle & he saw the Lamb of God & the World of Los 13600 Surrounded by his dark machines for Orc augmented swift 13601 In fury a Serpent wondrous among the Constellations of Urizen 13602 A cest of fire rose on his forehead red as the carbuncle 13603 Beneath down to his eyelids scales of pearl then gold & silver 13604 Immingled with the ruby overspread his Visage down 13605 His furious neck writ[h]ing contortive in dire budding pains 13606 The scaly armour shot out. Stubborn down his back & bosom 13607 The Emerald Onyx Sapphire jasper beryl amethyst 13608 Strove in terrific emulation which should gain a place 13609 Upon the mighty Fiend the fruit of the mysterious tree <t871> 13610 Kneaded in Uveths kneading trough. Still Orc devourd the food 13611 In raging hunger Still the pestilential food in gems & gold 13612 Exuded round his awful limbs Stretching to serpent length 13613 His human bulk While the dark shadowy female brooding over <t872> 13614 Measurd his food morning & evening in cups & baskets of iron

13615 With tears of sorrow incessant she labourd the food of Orc 13616 Compelld by the iron hearted sisters Daughters of Urizen 13617 Gathring the fruit of that mysterious tree circling its root 13618 She spread herself thro all the branches in the power of Orc

13619 Thus Urizen in self deci[e]t his warlike preparations fabricated 13620 And when all things were finishd sudden wavd among the Stars <t873> 13621 His hurtling hand gave the dire signal thunderous Clarions blow <t874> 13622 And all the hollow deep rebellowd with the wonderous war <t875>

13623 But Urizen his mighty rage let loose in the mid deep <t876> 13624 Sparkles of Dire affliction issud round his frozen limbs <t877> 13625 Horrible hooks & nets he formd twisting the cords of iron 13626 And brass & molten metals cast in hollow globes & bor'd 13627 Tubes in petrific steel & rammd combustiles & wheels 13628 And chains & pullies fabricated all round the heavens of Los 13629 Communing with the Serpent of Orc in dark dissimulation

13630 And with the Synagogue of Satan in dark Sanhedrim <t878> 13631 To undermine the World of Los & tear bright Enitharmon

13632 To the four winds hopeless of future. All futurity 13633 Seems teeming with Endless Destruction never to be repelld <t879> 13634 Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage

13635 Terrified & astonishd Urizen beheld the battle take a form <t880> 13636 Which he intended not a Shadowy hermaphrodite black & opake <t881> 13637 The Soldiers namd it Satan but he was yet unformd & vast 13638 Hermaphroditic it at length became hiding the Male 13639 Within as in a Tabernacle Abominable Deadly

13640 The battle howls the terrors fird rage in the work of death 13641 Enormous Works Los Contemplated inspird by the holy Spirit 13642 Los builds the Walls of Golgonooza against the stirring battle 13643 That only thro the Gates of Death they can enter to Enitharmon 13644 Raging they take the human visage & the human form

13645 Feeling the hand of Los in Golgonooza & the force 13646 Attractive of his hammers beating & the Silver looms 13647 Of Enitharmon singing lulling cadences on the wind 13648 They humanize in the fierce battle where in direful pain 13649 Troop by troop the beastial droves rend one another sounding loud 13650 The instruments of sound & troop by troop in human forms they urge

13651 The dire confusion till the battle faints those that remain 13652 Return in pangs & horrible convulsions to their beastial state 13653 For the monsters of the Elements Lions or Tygers or Wolves 13654 Sound loud the howling music inspird by Los & Enitharmon Sounding loud terrific men 13655 They seem to one another laughing terrible among the banners 13656 And when the revolution of their day of battles over 13657 Relapsing in dire torment they return to forms of woe <t882> 13658 To moping visages returning inanimate tho furious 13659 No more erect tho strong drawn out in length they ravin 13660 For senseless gratification & their visages thrust forth 13661 Flatten above & beneath & stretch out into beastial length 13662 Weakend they stretch beyond their power in dire droves till war begins 13663 Or Secret religion in their temples before secret shrines

13664 And Urizen gave life & sense by his immortal power 13665 To all his Engines of deceit that linked chains might run 13666 Thro ranks of war spontaneous & that hooks & boring screws 13667 Might act according to their forms by innate cruelty 13668 He formed also harsh instruments of sound

13669 To grate the soul into destruction or to inflame with fury 13670 The spirits of life to pervert all the faculties of sense 13671 Into their own destruction if perhaps he might avert <t883> 13672 His own despair even at the cost of every thing that breathes

13673 Thus in the temple of the Sun his books of iron & brass 13674 And silver & gold he consecrated reading incessantly 13675 To myriads of perturbed spirits thro the universe 13676 They propagated the deadly words the Shadowy Female absorbing <t884> 13677 The enormous Sciences of Urizen ages after ages exploring 13678 The fell destruction. And she said O Urizen Prince of Light 13679 What words of Dread pierce my faint Ear what fal[l]ing snows around 13680 My feeble limbs infold my destind misery 13681 I alone dare the lash abide to sit beneath the blast 13682 Unhurt & dare the inclement forehead of the King of Ligh 13683 From dark abysses of the times remote fated to be

13684 The sorrower of Eternity in love with tears submiss I rear 13685 My Eyes to thy Pavilions hear my prayer for Luvahs sake 13686 I see the murderer of my Luvah clothd in robes of blood 13687 He who assured my Luvahs throne in times of Everlasting 13688 Where hast thou hid him whom I love in what remote Abyss 13689 Resides that God of my delight O might my eyes behold 13690 My Luvah then could I deliver all the sons of God 13691 From Bondage of these terrors & with influences sweet <t885> 13692 As once in those eternal fields in brotherhood & Love 13693 United we should live in bliss as those who sinned not 13694 The Eternal Man is seald by thee never to be deliverd 13695 We are all servants to thy will O King of Light relent 13696 Thy furious power be our father & our loved King 13697 But if my Luvah is no more If thou hast smitten him <t886> 13698 And laid him in the Sepulcher Or if thou wilt revenge <t887> 13699 His murder on another Silent I bow with dread 13700 But happiness can never [come] to thee O King nor me 13701 For he was source of every joy that this mysterious tree 13702 Unfolds in Allegoric fruit. When shall the dead revive 13703 Can that which has existed cease or can love & life Expire

13704 Urizen heard the Voice & saw the Shadow. underneath 13705 His woven darkness & in laws & deceitful religions 13706 Beginning at the tree of Mystery circling its root 13707 She spread herself thro all the branches in the power of Orc 13708 A shapeless & indefinite cloud in tears of sorrow incessant 13709 Steeping the Direful Web of Religion swagging heavy it fell 13710 From heaven to heavn thro all its meshes altering the Vortexes <t888> 13711 Misplacing every Center hungry desire & lust began

13712 Gathering the fruit of that Mysterious tree till Urizen 13713 Sitting within his temple furious felt the num[m]ing stupor 13714 Himself tangled in his own net in sorrow lust repentance

13715 Enitharmon wove in tears Singing Songs of Lamentations 13716 And pitying comfort as she sighd forth on the wind the spectres 13717 And wove them bodies calling them her belovd sons & daughters 13718 Employing the daughters in her looms & Los employd the Sons 13719 In Golgonoozas Furnaces among the Anvils of time & space 13720 Thus forming a Vast family wondrous in beauty & love 13721 And they appeard a Universal female form created 13722 From those who were dead in Ulro from the Spectres of the dead

13723 And Enitharmon namd the Female Jerusa[le]m the holy 13724 Wondring she saw the Lamb of God within Jerusalems Veil 13725 The divine Vision seen within the inmost deep recess 13726 Of fair Jerusalems bosom in a gently beaming fire

13727 Then sang the Sons of Eden round the Lamb of God & said 13728 Glory Glory Glory to the holy Lamb of God 13729 Who now beginneth to put off the dark Satanic body 13730 Now we behold redemption Now we know that life Eternal 13731 Depends alone upon the Universal hand & not in us 13732 Is aught but death In individual weakness sorrow & pain <t889>

13733 We behold with wonder Enitharmons Looms & Los's Forges <t890> 13734 And the Spindles of Tirzah & Rahab and the Mills of Satan & Beelzeboul <t891> 13735 In Golgonooza Los's anvils stand & his Furnaces rage <t892> 13736 Ten thousand demons labour at the forges Creating Continually 13737 The times & spaces of Mortal Life the Sun the Moon the Stars 13738 In periods of Pulsative furor beating into wedges & bars <t893> 13739 Then drawing into wires the terrific Passions & Affections 13740 Of Spectrous dead. Thence to the Looms of Cathedron conveyd 13741 The Daughters of Enitharmon weave the ovarium & the integument 13742 In soft silk drawn from their own bowels in lascivious delight 13743 With songs of sweetest cadence to the turning spindle & reel 13744 Lulling the weeping spectres of the dead. Clothing their limbs 13745 With gifts & gold of Eden. Astonishd stupefied with delight 13746 The terrors put on their sweet clothing on the banks of Arnon <t894> 13747 Whence they plunge into the river of space for a period till 13748 The dread Sleep of Ulro is past. But Satan Og & Sihon <t895> 13749 Build Mills of resistless wheels to unwind the soft threads & reveal 13750 Naked of their clothing the poor spectres before the accusing heavens 13751 While Rahab & Tirzah far different mantles prepare webs of torture

13752 Mantles of despair girdles of bitter compunction shoes of indolence 13753 Veils of ignorance covering from head to feet with a cold web

13754 We look down into Ulro we behold the Wonders of the Grave 13755 Eastward of Golgonooza stands the Lake of Udan Adan In <t896> 13756 Entuthon Benithon a Lake not of Waters but of Spaces <t897> 13757 Perturbd black & deadly on its Islands & its Margins <t898> 13758 The Mills of Satan and Beelzeboul stand round the roots of Urizens tree 13759 For this Lake is formd from the tears & sighs & death sweat of the Victims 13760 Of Urizens laws. to irrigate the roots of the tree of Mystery 13761 They unweave the soft threads then they weave them anew in the forms 13762 Of dark death & despair & none from Eternity to Eternity could Escape <t899> 13763 But thou O Universal Humanity who is One Man blesse for Ever <t900> 13764 Recievest the Integuments woven Rahab beholds the Lamb of God 13765 She smites with her knife of flint She destroys her own work 13766 Times upon times thinking to destroy the Lamb blessed for Ever 13767 He puts off the clothing of blood he redeems the spectres from their bonds 13768 He awakes the sleepers in Ulro the Daughters of Beulah praise him 13769 They anoint his feet with ointment they wipe them with the hair of their head

13770 We now behold the Ends of Beulah & we now behold 13771 Where Death Eternal is put off Eternally 13772 Assume the dark Satanic body in the Virgins womb 13773 O Lamb divin[e] it cannot thee annoy O pitying one 13774 Thy pity is from the foundation of the World & thy Redemption 13775 Begun Already in Eternity Come then O Lamb of God <t901> 13776 Come Lord Jesus come quickly

13777 So sang they in Eternity looking down into Beulah. 13778 The war roard round Jerusalems Gates it took a hideous form 13779 Seen in the aggregate a Vast Hermaphroditic form 13780 Heavd like an Earthquake labring with convulsive groans <t902> 13781 Intolerable at length an awful wonder burst 13782 From the Hermaphroditic bosom Satan he was namd 13783 Son of Perdition terrible his form dishumanizd monstrous <t903> 13784 A male without a female counterpart a howling fiend 13785 Fo[r]lorn of Eden & repugnant to the forms of life 13786 Yet hiding the shadowy female Vala as in an ark & Curtains 13787 Abhorrd accursed ever dying an Eternal death

13788 Being multitudes of tyrant Men in union blasphemous 13789 Against the divine image. Congregated Assemblies of wicked men

13790 Los said to Enitharmon Pitying I saw 13791 Pitying the Lamb of God Descended thro Jerusalems gates 13792 To put off Mystery time after time & as a Man 13793 Is born on Earth so was he born of Fair Jerusalem 13794 In mysterys woven mantle & in the Robes of Luvah

13795 He stood in fair Jerusalem to awake up into Eden 13796 The fallen Man but first to Give his vegetated body <t904> 13797 To be cut off & separated that the Spiritual body may be Reveald

13798 The Lamb of God stood before Satan opposite <t905> 13799 In Entuthon Benithon in the shadows of torments & woe <t906> 13800 Upon the heights of Amalek taking refuge in his arms <t907> 13801 The Victims fled from punishment for all his words were peace <t908>

13802 Urizen calld together the Synagogue of Satan in dire Sanhedrim <t909> 13803 To Judge the Lamb of God to Death as a murderer & robber <t910> 13804 As it is written he was numberd among the transgressors <t911>

13805 Cold dark opake the Assembly met twelvefold in Amalek 13806 Twelve rocky unshapd forms terrific forms of torture & woe 13807 Such seemd the Synagogue to distant view amidst them beamd <t912> 13808 A False Feminine Counterpart Lovely of Delusive Beauty <t913> 13809 Dividing & Uniting at will in the Cruelties of Holiness 13810 Vala drawn down into a Vegetated body now triumphant 13811 The Synagogue of Satan Clothed her with Scarlet robes & Gems 13812 And on her forehead was her Dame written in blood Mystery 13813 When viewd remote She is One when viewd near she divides 13814 To multitude as it is in Eden so permitted because 13815 It was the best possible in the State called Satan to Save 13816 From Death Eternal & to put off Satan Eternally

13817 The Synagogue Created her from Fruit of Urizens tree 13818 By devilish arts abominable unlawful unutterable 13819 Perpetually vegetating in detestable births 13820 Of Female forms beautiful thro poisons hidden in secret 13821 Which give a tincture to false beauty then was hidden within <t914> 13822 The bosom of Satan The false Female as in an ark & veil 13823 Which christ must rend & her reveal Her Daughters are Calld 13824 Tirzah She is namd Rahab their various divisions are calld <t915> 13825 The Daughters of Amalek Canaan & Moab binding on the Stones <t916> 13826 Their victims & with knives tormenting them singing with tears <t917> 13827 Over their victims Hear ye the song of the Females of Amalek

13828 O thou poor human form O thou poor child of woe 13829 Why dost thou wander away from Tirzah why me compell to bind thee

13830 If thou dost go away from me I shall consume upon the rocks 13831 These fibres of thine eyes that used to wander in distant heavens 13832 Away from me I have bound down with a hot iron <t918> 13833 These nostrils that Expanded with delight in morning skies 13834 I have bent downward with lead molten in my roaring furnaces 13835 My soul is seven furnaces incessant roars the bellows 13836 Upon my terribly flaming heart the molten metal runs 13837 In channels thro my fiery limbs O love O pity O pain 13838 O the pangs the bitter pangs of love forsaken 13839 Ephraim was a wilderness of joy where all my wild beasts ran 13840 The river Kanah wanderd by my sweet Manassehs side <t919> 13841 Go Noah fetch the girdle of strong brass heat it red hot <t920> 13842 Press it around the loins of this expanding cruelty 13843 Shriek not so my only love 13844 Bind him down Sisters bind him down on Ebal mount of Cursing 13845 Malah come forth from Lebanon & Hoglah from Mount sinai 13846 Come circumscribe this tongue of sweets & with a Screw of iron 13847 Fasten this Ear into the Rock Milcah the task is thine <t921> 13848 Weep not so sisters weep not so our life depends on this 13849 Or mercy & truth are fled away from Shechem & Mount Gilead 13850 Unless my beloved is bound upon the Stems of Vegetation

13851 Such are the songs of Tirzah such the loves of Amalek 13852 The Lamb of God descended thro the twelve portions of Luvah 13853 Bearing his sorrows & rec[iev]ing all his cruel wounds

13854 Thus was the Lamb of God condemnd to Death <t922> 13855 They naild him upon the tree of Mystery weeping over him 13856 And then mocking & then worshipping calling him Lord & King 13857 Sometimes as twelve daughters lovely & sometimes as five 13858 They stood in beaming beauty & sometimes as one even Rahab <t923> 13859 Who is Mystery Babylon the Great the Mother of Harlots <t924>

13860 Jerusalem saw the Body dead upon the Cross She fled away <t925> 13861 Saying Is this Eternal Death Where shall I hide from Death 13862 Pity me Los pity me Urizen & let us build <t926> 13863 A Sepulcher & worship Death in fear while yet we live 13864 Death! God of All from whom we rise to whom we all return 13865 And Let all Nations of the Earth worship at the Sepulcher <t927> 13866 With Gifts & Spices with lamps rich embossd jewels & gold

13867 Los took the Body from the Cross Jerusalem weeping over 13868 They bore it to the Sepulcher which Los had hewn in the rock 13869 Of Eternity for himself he hewd it despairing of Life Eternal <t928>

13870 But when Rahab had cut off the Mantle of Luvah from <t929> 13871 The Lamb of God it rolld apart, revealing to all in heaven 13872 And all on Earth the Temple & the Synagogue of Satan & Mystery

13873 Even Rahab in all her turpitude Rahab divided herself 13874 She stood before Los in her Pride among the Furnaces <t930> 13875 Dividing & uniting in Delusive feminine pomp questioning him

13876 He answerd her with tenderness & love not uninspird 13877 Los sat upon his anvil stock they sat beside the forge 13878 Los wipd the sweat from his red brow & thus began 13879 To the delusive female forms shining among his furnaces

13880 I am that shadowy Prophet who six thousand years ago 13881 Fell from my station in the Eternal bosom. I divided 13882 To multitude & my multitudes are children of Care & Labour 13883 O Rahab I behold thee I was once like thee a Son 13884 Of Pride and I also have piercd the Lamb of God in pride & wrath 13885 Hear me repeat my Generations that thou mayst also repent

13886 And these are the Sons of Los & Enitharmon. Rintrah Palamabron <t932> 13887 Theotormon Bromion Antamon Ananton Ozoth Ohana 13888 Sotha Mydon Ellayol Natho Gon Harhath Satan 13889 Har Ochim Ijim Adam Reuben Simeon Levi Judah Dan Naphtali 13890 Gad Asher Issachar Zebulun Joseph Benjamin David Solomon 13891 Paul Constantine Charlemaine Luther Milton 13892 These are our daughters Ocalythron Elynittria Oothoon Leutha <t933> 13893 Elythiria Enanto Manathu Vorcyon Ethinthus Moab Midian 13894 Adah Zillah Caina Naamah Tamar Rahab Tirzah Mary 13895 And myriads more of Sons & Daughters to whom our love increasd <t934> 13896 To each according to the multiplication of their multitudes 13897 But Satan accusd Palamabron before his brethren also he maddend<t935> 13898 The horses of palambrons harrow wherefore Rintrah & Palamabron 13899 Cut him off from Golgonooza. But Enitharmon in tears 13900 Wept over him Created him a Space closd with a tender moon 13901 And he rolld down beneath the fires of Orc a Globe immense 13902 Crusted with snow in a dim void. here by the Arts of Urizen 13903 He tempted many of the Sons & Daughters of Los to flee 13904 Away from Me first Reuben fled then Simeon then Levi then Judah <t936> 13905 Then Dan then Naphtali then Gad then Asher then Issachar 13906 Then Zebulun then Joseph then Benjamin twelve sons of Los 13907 And this is the manner in which Satan became the Tempter

13908 There is a State namd Satan learn distinct to know O Rahab <t937> 13909 The Difference between States & Individuals of those States 13910 The State namd Satan never can be redeemd in all Eternity 13911 But when Luvah in Orc became a Serpent he des[c]ended into 13912 That State calld Satan Enitharmon breathd forth on the Winds 13913 Of Golgonooza her well beloved knowing he was Orc's human remains 13914 She tenderly lovd him above all his brethren he grew up

13915 In mothers tenderness The Enormous worlds rolling in Urizens power 13916 Must have given Satan by these mild arts Dominion over all 13917 Wherefore Palamabron being accusd by Satan to Los <t938> 13918 Calld down a Great Solemn assembly Rintrah in fury & fire 13919 Defended Palamabron & rage filld the Universal Tent

13920 Because Palamabron was good naturd Satan supposd he feard him 13921 And Satan not having the Science of Wrath but only of Pity 13922 Was soon condemnd & wrath was left to wrath & Pity to Pity 13923 Rintrah & Palamabron Cut sheer off from Golgonooza 13924 Enitharmons Moony space & in it Satan & his companions 13925 They rolld down a dim world Crusted with Snow deadly & dark

13926 Jerusalem pitying them wove them mantles of life & death 13927 Times after times And those in Eden sent Lucifer for their Guard 13928 Lucifer refusd to die for Satan & in pride he forsook his charge 13929 Then they sent Molech Molech was impatient They sent 13930 Molech impatient They Sent Elohim who created Adam 13931 To die for Satan Adam refusd but was compelld to die 13932 By Satans arts. Then the Eternals Sent Shaddai 13933 Shaddai was angry Pachad descended Pachad was terrified 13934 And then they Sent Jehovah who leprous stretchd his hand to Eternity 13935 Then Jesus Came & Died willing beneath Tirzah & Rahab 13936 Thou art that Rahab Lo the Tomb what can we purpose more <t939>

13937 Lo Enitharmon terrible & beautiful in Eternal youth 13938 Bow down before her you her children & set Jerusalem free

13939 Rahab burning with pride & revenge departed from Los 13940 Los dropd a tear at her departure but he wipd it away in hope 13941 She went to Urizen in pride the Prince of Light beheld 13942 Reveald before the face of heaven his secret holiness <t940>

13943 Darkness & sorrow coverd all flesh Eternity was darkend <t941>

13944 Urizen sitting in his web of dece[i]tful Religion <t942> 13945 felt the female death a dull & numming stupor such as neer <t943> 13946 Before assaulted the bright human form he felt his pores 13947 Drink in the deadly dull delusion horrors of Eternal death 13948 Shot thro him Urizen sat Stonied upon his rock 13949 Forgetful of his own Laws pitying he began to Embrace 13950 The Shadowly Female since life cannot be quenchd Life exuded 13951 His eyes shot outwards then his breathing nostrils drawn forth <t944> 13952 Scales coverd over a cold forehead & a neck outstretchd 13953 Into the deep to sieze the shadow scales his neck & bosom

13954 Coverd & scales his hands & feet upon his belly falling 13955 Outstretchd thro the immense his mouth wide opening tongueless <t945> 13956 His teeth a triple row he strove to sieze the shadow in vain 13957 And his immense tail lashd the Abyss his human form a Stone 13958 A form of Senseless Stone remaind in terrors on the rock 13959 Abominable to the eyes of mortals who explore his books 13960 His wisdom still remaind & all his memory stord with woe

13961 And still his stony form remaind in the Abyss immense 13962 Like the pale visage in its sheet of lead that cannot follow 13963 Incessant stern disdain his sealy form gnaws inwardly 13964 With deep repentance for the loss of that fair form of Man 13965 With Envy he saw Los with Envy Tharmas & the Spectre <t946> 13966 With Envy & in vain he swam around his stony form

13967 No longer now Erect the King of Light outstretchd in fury 13968 Lashes his tail in the wild deep his Eyelids like the Sun <t947> 13969 Arising in his pride enlighten all the Grizly deeps 13970 His scales transparent give forth light like windows of the morning 13971 His neck flames with wrath & majesty he lashes the Abyss 13972 Beating the Desarts & the rocks the desarts feel his power 13973 They shake their slumbers off. They wave in awful fear 13974 Calling the Lion & the Tyger the horse & the wild Stag

13975 The Elephant the wolf the Bear the Lamia the Satyr <t948> 13976 His Eyelids give their light around his folding tail aspires 13977 Among the stars the Earth & all the Abysses feel h[i]s fury <t949> 13978 When as the snow covers the mountain oft petrific hardness 13979 Covers the deeps at his vast fury mo[a]ning in his rock <t950> 13980 Hardens the Lion & the Bear trembling in the Solid mountain 13981 They view the light & wonder crying out in terrible existence 13982 Up bound the wild stag & the horse behold the King of Pride

13983 Oft doth his Eye emerge from the Abyss into the realms 13984 Of his Eternal day & memory strives to augment his ruthfulness 13985 Then weeping he descends in wrath drawing all things in his fury 13986 Into obedience to his will & now he finds in vain 13987 That not of his own power he bore the human form erect 13988 Nor of his own will gave his Laws in times of Everlasting 13989 For now fierce Orc in wrath & fury rises into the heavens <t951> 13990 A King of wrath & fury a dark enraged horror 13991 And Urizen repentant forgets his wisdom in the abyss <t952> 13992 In forms of priesthood in the dark delusions of repentance 13993 Repining in his heart & spirit that Orc reignd over all 13994 And that his wisdom servd but to augment the indefinite lust

13995 Then Tharmas & Urthona felt the stony stupor rise 13996 Into their limbs Urthona shot forth a Vast Fibrous form

13997 Tharmas like a pillar of sand rolld round by the whirlwind 13998 An animated Pillar rolling round & round in incessant rage

13999 Los felt the stony tupor & his head rolld down beneath 14000 Into the Abysses of his bosom the vessels of his blood 14001 Dart forth upon the wind in pipes writhing about in the Abyss 14002 And Enitharmon pale & cold in milky juices flowd 14003 Into a form of Vegetation living having a voice 14004 Moving in rootlike fibres trembling in fear upon the Earth

14005 And Tharmas gave his Power to Los Urthona gave his strength 14006 Into the youthful prophet for the Love of Enitharmon 14007 And of the nameless Shadowy female in the nether deep 14008 And for the dread of the dark terrors of Orc & Urizen

14009 Thus in a living Death the nameless shadow all things bound 14010 All mortal things made permanent that they may be put off 14011 Time after time by the Divine Lamb who died for all 14012 And all in him died. & he put off all mortality

14013 Tharmas on high rode furious thro the afflicted worlds <t953> 14014 Pursuing the Vain Shadow of Hope fleeing from identity 14015 In abstract false Expanses that he may not hear the Voice 14016 Of Ahania wailing on the winds in vain he flies for still 14017 The voice incessant calls on all the children of Men 14018 For she spoke of all in heaven & all upon the Earth 14019 Saw not as yet the Divine vision her Eyes are Toward Urizen 14020 And thus Ahania cries aloud to the Caverns of the Grave

14021 Will you keep a flock of wolves & lead them will you take the wintry blast 14022 For a covering to your limbs or the summer pestilence for a tent to abide in 14023 Will you erect a lasting habitation in the mouldering Church yard 14024 Or a pillar & palace of Eternity in the jaws of the hungry grave 14025 Will you seek pleasure from the festering wound or marry for a Wife 14026 he ancient Leprosy that the King & Priest may still feast on your decay 14027 And the grave mock & laugh at the plowd field saying 14028 I am the nourisher thou the destroyer in my bosom is milk & wine 14029 And a fountain from my breasts to me come all multitudes 14030 To my breath they obey they worship me I am a goddess & queen 14031 But listen to Ahania O ye sons of the Murderd one 14032 Listen to her whose memory beholds your ancient days 14033 Listen to her whose eyes behold the dark body of corruptible death 14034 Looking for Urizen in vain. in vain I seek for morning 14035 The Eternal Man sleeps in the Earth nor feels the vigrous sun

14036 Nor silent moon nor all the hosts of heaven move in his body 14037 His fiery halls are dark & round his limbs the Serpent Orc 14038 Fold without fold encompasses him And his corrupting members 14039 Vomit out the Scaly monsters of the restless deep 14040 They come up in the rivers & annoy the nether parts 14041 Of Man who lays upon the shores leaning his faded head 14042 Upon the Oozy rock inwrapped with the weeds of death 14043 His eyes sink hollow in his head his flesh coverd with slime 14044 And shrunk up to the bones alas that Man should come to this 14045 His strong bones beat with snows & hid within the caves of night 14046 Marrowless bloodless falling into dust driven by the winds 14047 O how the horrors of Eternal Death take hold on Man 14048 His faint groans shake the caves & issue thro the desolate rocks

14049 And the Strong Eagle now with num[m]ing cold blighted of feathers 14050 Once like the pride of the sun now flagging in cold night 14051 Hovers with blasted wings aloft watching with Eager Eye 14052 Till Man shall leave a corruptible body he famishd hears him groan 14053 And now he fixes his strong talons in the pointed rock 14054 And now he beats the heavy air with his enormous wings 14055 Beside him lies the Lion dead & in his belly worms 14056 Feast on his death till universal death devours all 14057 And the pale horse seeks for the pool to lie him down & die 14058 But finds the pools filled with serpents devouring one another 14059 He droops his head & trembling stands & his bright eyes decay 14060 These are the Visions of My Eyes the Visions of Ahania

14061 Thus cries Ahania Enion replies from the Caverns of the Grave

14062 Fear not O poor forsaken one O land of briars & thorns 14063 Where once the Olive flourishd & the Cedar spread his wings 14064 Once I waild desolate like thee my fallow fields in fear 14065 Cried to the Churchyards & the Earthworm came in dismal state 14066 I found him in my bosom & I said the time of Love 14067 Appears upon the rocks & hills in silent shades but soon 14068 A voice came in the night a midnight cry upon the mountains 14069 Awake the bridegroom cometh I awoke to sleep no more 14070 But an Eternal Consummation is dark Enion 14071 The watry Grave. O thou Corn field O thou Vegetater happy 14072 More happy is the dark consumer hope drowns all my torment 14073 For I am now surrounded by a shadowy vortex drawing 14074 The Spectre quite away from Enion that I die a death 14075 Of bitter hope altho I consume in these raging waters 14076 The furrowd field replies to the grave I hear her reply to me 14077 Behold the time approaches fast that thou shalt be as a thing 14078 Forgotten when one speaks of thee he will not be believd 14079 When the man gently fades away in his immortality

14080 When the mortal disappears in improved knowledge cast away 14081 The former things so shall the Mortal gently fade away 14082 And so become invisible to those who still remain 14083 Listen I will tell thee what is done in the caverns of the grave

14084 The Lamb of God has rent the Veil of Mystery soon to return 14085 In Clouds & Fires around the rock & the Mysterious tree 14086 As the seed waits Eagerly watching for its flower & fruit 14087 Anxious its little soul looks out into the clear expanse 14088 To see if hungry winds are abroad with their invisible army 14089 So Man looks out in tree & herb & fish & bird & beast 14090 Collecting up the scatterd portions of his immortal body 14091 Into the Elemental forms of every thing that grows 14092 He tries the sullen north wind riding on its angry furrows 14093 The sultry south when the sun rises & the angry east 14094 When the sun sets when the clods harden & the cattle stand 14095 Drooping & the birds hide in their silent nests. he stores his thoughts 14096 As in a store house in his memory he regulates the forms 14097 Of all beneath & all above & in the gentle West 14098 Reposes where the Suns heat dwells he rises to the Sun 14099 And to the Planets of the Night & to the stars that gild 14100 The Zodiac & the stars that sullen stand to north & south 14101 He touches the remotest pole & in the Center weeps 14102 That Man should Labour & sorrow & learn & forget & return 14103 To the dark valley whence he came to begin his labours anew 14104 In pain he sighs in pain he labours in his universe 14105 Screaming in birds over the deep & howling in the Wolf 14106 Over the slain & moaning in the cattle & in the winds 14107 And weeping over Orc & Urizen in clouds & flaming fires <t954> 14108 And in the cries of birth & in the groans of death his voice 14109 Is heard throughout the Universe whereever a grass grows 14110 Or a leaf buds The Eternal Man is seen is heard is felt 14111 And all his Sorrows till he reassumes his ancient bliss

14112 Such are the words of Ahania & Enion. Los hears & weeps <t955> 14113 And Los & Enitharmon took the Body of the Lamb 14114 Down from the Cross & placd it in a Sepulcher which Los had hewn 14115 For himself in the Rock of Eternity trembling & in despair <t956> 14116 Jerusalem wept over the Sepulcher two thousand Years

14117 Rahab triumphs over all she took Jerusalem 14118 Captive A Willing Captive by delusive arts impelld 14119 To worship Urizens Dragon form to offer her own Children 14120 Upon the bloody Altar. John Saw these things Reveald in Heaven 14121 On Patmos Isle & heard the Souls cry out to be deliverd

14122 He saw the Harlot of the Kings of Earth & saw her Cup 14123 Of fornication food of Orc & Satan pressd from the fruit of Mystery 14124 But when she saw the form of Ahania weeping on the Void 14125 And heard Enions voice sound from the caverns of the Grave 14126 No more spirit remained in her She secretly left the Synagogue of Satan 14127 She commund with Orc in secret She hid him with the flax 14128 That Enitharmon had numberd away from the Heavens <t957> 14129 She gatherd it together to consume her Harlot Robes <t958> 14130 In bitterest Contrition sometimes Self condemning repentant 14131 And Sometimes kissing her Robes & jewels & weeping over them 14132 Sometimes returning to the Synagogue of Satan in Pride 14133 And Sometimes weeping before Orc in humility & trembling 14134 The Synagogue of Satan therefore uniting against Mystery 14135 Satan divided against Satan resolvd in open Sanhedrim 14136 To burn Mystery with fire & form another from her ashes 14137 For God put it into their heart to fulfill all his will

14138 The Ashes of Mystery began to animate they calld it Deism 14139 And Natural Religion as of old so now anew began 14140 Babylon again in Infancy Calld Natural Religion

14141 VALA

14142 Night the Ninth 14143 Being 14144 The Last Judgment

14145 And Los & Enitharmon builded Jerusalem weeping <t959> 14146 Over the Sepulcher & over the Crucified body 14147 Which to their Phantom Eyes appear'd still in the Sepulcher 14148 But Jesus stood beside them in the Spirit Separating 14149 Their Spirit from their body. Terrified at Non Existence 14150 For such they deemd the death of the body. Los his vegetable hands 14151 Outstretchd his right hand branching out in fibrous Strength 14152 Siezd the Sun. His left hand like dark roots coverd the Moon 14153 And tore them down cracking the heavens across from immense to immense 14154 Then fell the fires of Eternity with loud & shrill 14155 Sound of Loud Trumpet thundering along from heaven to heaven 14156 A mighty sound articulate Awake ye dead & come 14157 To judgment from the four winds Awake & Come away 14158 Folding like scrolls of the Enormous volume of Heaven & Earth

14159 With thunderous noise & dreadful shakings rocking to & fro 14160 The heavens are shaken & the Earth removed from its place 14161 The foundations of the Eternal hills discoverd 14162 The thrones of Kings are shaken they have lost their robes & crowns 14163 The poor smite their opressors they awake up to the harvest 14164 The naked warriors rush together down to the sea shore 14165 Trembling before the multitudes of slaves now set at liberty 14166 They are become like wintry flocks like forests stripd of leaves 14167 The opressed pursue like the wind there is no room for escape 14168 The Spectre of Enitharmon let loose on the troubled deep 14169 Waild shrill in the confusion & the Spectre of Urthona

14170 Recievd her in the darkning South their bodies lost they stood 14171 Trembling & weak a faint embrace a fierce desire as when 14172 Two shadows mingle on a wall they wail & shadowy tears 14173 Fell down & shadowy forms of joy mixd with despair & grief 14174 Their bodies buried in the ruins of the Universe 14175 Mingled with the confusion. Who shall call them from the Grave

14176 Rahab & Tirzah wail aloud in the wild flames they give up themselves to Consummation 14177 The books of Urizen unroll with dreadful noise the folding Serpent 14178 Of Orc began to Consume in fierce raving fire his fierce flames 14179 Issud on all sides gathring strength in animating volumes 14180 Roaring abroad on all the winds raging intense reddening 14181 Into resistless pillars of fire rolling round & round gathering 14182 Strength from the Earths consumd & heavens & all hidden abysses 14183 Wherever the Eagle has Explord or Lion or Tyger trod 14184 Or where the Comets of the night or stars of [asterial] day <t960> 14185 Have shot their arrows or long beamed spears in wrath & fury

14186 And all the while the trumpet sounds from the clotted gore & from the hollow den 14187 Start forth the trembling millions into flames of mental fire 14188 Bathing their limbs in the bright visions of Eternity

14189 Then like the doves from pillars of Smoke the trembling families 14190 Of women & children throughout every nation under heaven 14191 Cling round the men in bands of twenties & of fifties pale 14192 As snow that falls around a leafless tree upon the green 14193 Their opressors are falln they have Stricken them they awake to life 14194 Yet pale the just man stands erect & looking up to heavn 14195 Trembling & strucken by the Universal stroke the trees unroot 14196 The rocks groan horrible & run about. The mountains & 14197 Their rivers cry with a dismal cry the cattle gather together 14198 Lowing they kneel before the heavens. the wild beasts of the forests 14199 Tremble the Lion shuddering asks the Leopard. Feelest thou

14200 The dread I feel unknown before My voice refuses to roar 14201 And in weak moans I speak to thee This night 14202 Before the mornings dawn the Eagle calld the Vulture 14203 The Raven calld the hawk I heard them from my forests black 14204 Saying Let us go up far for soon I smell upon the wind 14205 A terror coming from the South. The Eagle & Hawk fled away 14206 At dawn & Eer the sun arose the ravel) & Vulture followd 14207 Let us flee also to the north. They fled. The Sons of Men 14208 Saw them depart in dismal droves. The trumpet sounded loud <t962> 14209 And all the Sons of Eternity Descended into Beulah

14210 In the fierce flames the limbs of Mystery lay consuming with howling <t963> 14211 And deep despair. Rattling go up the flames around the Synagogue 14212 Of Satan Loud the Serpent Orc ragd thro his twenty Seven 14213 Folds. The tree of Mystery went up in folding flames 14214 Blood issud out in mighty volumes pouring in whirlpools fierce 14215 From out the flood gates of the Sky The Gates are burst down pour 14216 The torrents black upon the Earth the blood pours down incessant 14217 Kings in their palaces lie drownd Shepherds their flocks their tents 14218 Roll down the mountains in black torrents Cities Villages 14219 High spires & Castles drownd in the black deluge Shoal on Shoal 14220 Float the dead carcases of Men & Beasts driven to & fro on waves 14221 Of foaming blood beneath the black incessant Sky till all 14222 Mysterys tyrants are cut off & not one left on Earth

14223 And when all Tyranny was cut off from the face of Earth 14224 Around the Dragon form of Urizen & round his stony form 14225 The flames rolling intense thro the wide Universe 14226 Began to Enter the Holy City Entring the dismal clouds <t964> 14227 In furrowd lightnings break their way the wild flames li[c]king up<t965> 14228 The Bloody Deluge living flames winged with intellect 14229 And Reason round the Earth they march in order flame by flame 14230 From the clotted gore & from the hollow den 14231 Start forth the trembling Millions into flames of mental fire 14232 Bathing their Limbs in the bright visions of Eternity

14233 Beyond this Universal Confusion beyond the remotest Pole <t966>

14234 Where their vortexes begin to operate there stands 14235 A Horrible rock far in the South it was forsaken when 14236 Urizen gave the horses of Light into the hands of Luvah 14237 On this rock lay the faded head of the Eternal Man 14238 Enwrapped round with weeds of death pale cold in sorrow & woe 14239 He lifts the blue lamps of his Eyes & cries with heavenly voice 14240 Bowing his head over the consuming Universe he cried

14241 O weakness & O weariness O war within my members 14242 My sons exiled from my breast pass to & fro before me

14243 My birds are silent on my hills flocks die beneath my branches 14244 My tents are fallen my trumpets & the sweet sounds of my harp 14245 Is silent on my clouded hills that belch forth storms & fires 14246 My milk of cows & honey of bees & fruit of golden harvest 14247 Are gatherd in the scorching heat & in the riving rain 14248 My robe is turned to confusion & my bright gold to stones 14249 Where once I sat I weary walk in misery & pain 14250 For from within my witherd breast grown narrow with my woes <t967> 14251 The Corn is turnd to thistles & the apples into poison 14252 The birds of song to murderous crows My joys to bitter groans

14253 The voices of children in my tents to cries of helpless infants 14254 And all exiled from the face of light & shine of morning 14255 In this dark world a narrow house I wander up & down 14256 I hear Mystery howling in these flames of Consummation 14257 When shall the Man of future times become as in days of old 14258 O weary life why sit I here & give up all my powers 14259 To indolence to the night of death when indolence & mourning 14260 Sit hovring over my dark threshold. tho I arise look out 14261 And scorn the war within my members yet my heart is weak 14262 And my head faint Yet will I look again unto the morning 14263 Whence is this sound of rage of Men drinking each others blood 14264 Drunk with the smoking gore & red but not with nourishing wine

14265 The Eternal Man sat on the Rocks & cried with awful voice

14266 O Prince of Light where art thou I behold thee not as once 14267 In those Eternal fields in clouds of morning stepping forth 14268 With harps & songs where bright Ahania sang before thy face 14269 And all thy sons & daughters gatherd round my ample table 14270 See you not all this wracking furious confusion 14271 Come forth from slumbers of thy cold abstraction come forth 14272 Arise to Eternal births shake off thy cold repose 14273 Schoolmaster of souls great opposer of change arise 14274 That the Eternal worlds may see thy face in peace & joy 14275 That thou dread form of Certainty maist sit in town & village 14276 While little children play around thy feet in gentle awe 14277 Fearing thy frown loving thy smile O Urizen Prince of light

14278 He calld[;] the deep buried his voice & answer none returnd 14279 Then wrath burst round the Eternal Man was wrath again he cried 14280 Arise O stony form of death O dragon of the Deeps 14281 Lie down before my feet O Dragon let Urizen arise 14282 O how couldst thou deform those beautiful proportions <t968> 14283 Of life & person for as the Person so is his life proportiond <t969> 14284 Let Luvah rage in the dark deep even to Consummation 14285 For if thou feedest not his rage it will subside in peace

14286 But if thou darest obstinate refuse my stern behest 14287 Thy crown & scepter I will sieze & regulate all my members 14288 In stern severity & cast thee out into the indefinite 14289 Where nothing lives, there to wander. & if thou returnst weary 14290 Weeping at the threshold of Existence I will steel my heart 14291 Against thee to Eternity & never recieve thee more 14292 Thy self-destroying beast formd Science shall be thy eternal lot 14293 My anger against thee is greater than against this Luvah 14294 For war is energy Enslavd but thy religion <t970> 14295 The first author of this war & the distracting of honest minds 14296 Into confused perturbation & strife & honour & pride 14297 Is a deciet so detestable that I will cast thee out 14298 If thou repentest not & leave thee as a rotten branch to be burnd 14299 With Mystery the Harlot & with Satan for Ever & Ever 14300 Error can never be redeemd in all Eternity 14301 But Sin Even Rahab is redeemd in blood & fury & jealousy 14302 That line of blood that stretchd across the windows of the morning 14303 Redeemd from Errors power. Wake thou dragon of the Deeps

14304 Urizen wept in the dark deep anxious his Scaly form 14305 To reassume the human & he wept in the dark deep

14306 Saying O that I had never drank the wine nor eat the bread 14307 Of dark mortality nor cast my view into futurity nor turnd <t971> 14308 My back darkning the present clouding with a cloud 14309 And building arches high & cities turrets & towers & domes <t972> 14310 Whose smoke destroyd the pleasant gardens & whose running Kennels <t973> 14311 Chokd the bright rivers burdning with my Ships the angry deep 14312 Thro Chaos seeking for delight & in spaces remote 14313 Seeking the Eternal which is always present to the wise 14314 Seeking for pleasure which unsought falls round the infants path 14315 And on the fleeces of mild flocks who neither care nor labour 14316 But I the labourer of ages whose unwearied hands 14317 Are thus deformd with hardness with the sword & with the spear <t974> 14318 And with the Chisel & the mallet I whose labours vast 14319 Order the nations separating family by family 14320 Alone enjoy not I alone in misery supreme 14321 Ungratified give all my joy unto this Luvah & Vala <t975> 14322 Then Go O dark futurity I will cast thee forth from these <t976> 14323 Heavens of my brain nor will I look upon futurity more <t977> 14324 I cast futurity away & turn my back upon that void <t978> 14325 Which I have made for lo futurity is in this moment<t979> 14326 Let Orc consume let Tharmas rage let dark Urthona give 14327 All strength to Los & Enitharmon & let Los self-cursd 14328 Rend down this fabric as a wall ruind & family extinct 14329 Rage Orc Rage Tharmas Urizen no longer curbs your rage

14330 So Urizen spoke he shook his snows from off his Shoulders & arose 14331 As on a Pyramid of mist his white robes scattering 14332 The fleecy white renewd he shook his aged mantles off 14333 Into the fires Then glorious bright Exulting in his joy 14334 He sounding rose into the heavens in naked majesty 14335 In radian Youth. when Lo like garlands in the Eastern sky 14336 When vocal may comes dancing from the East Ahania came 14337 Exulting in her flight as when a bubble rises up 14338 On to the surface of a lake. Ahania rose in joy 14339 Excess of Joy is worse than grief--her heart beat high her blood 14340 Burst its bright Vessels She fell down dead at the feet of Urizen 14341 Outstretchd a Smiling corse they buried her in a silent cave 14342 Urizen dropt a tear the Eternal Man Darkend with sorrow

14343 The three daughters of Urizen Guard Ahanias Death couch 14344 Rising from the confusion in tears & howlings & despair 14345 Calling upon their fathers Name upon their Rivers dark

14346 And the Eternal Man Said Hear my words O Prince of Light <t980>

14347 Behold Jerusalem in whose bosom the Lamb of God 14348 Is seen tho slain before her Gates he self renewd remains 14349 Eternal & I thro him awake to life from deaths dark vale 14350 The times revolve the time is coming when all these delights 14351 Shall be renewd & all these Elements that now consume 14352 Shall reflourish. Then bright Ahania shall awake from death 14353 A glorious Vision to thine Eyes a Self renewing Vision <t981> 14354 The spring. the summer to be thine then sleep the wintry days 14355 In silken garments spun by her own hands against her funeral 14356 The winter thou shalt plow & lay thy stores into thy barns 14357 Expecting to recieve Ahania in the spring with joy 14358 Immortal thou. Regenerate She & all the lovely Sex 14359 From her shall learn obedience & prepare for a wintry grave 14360 That spring may see them rise in tenfold joy & sweet delight 14361 Thus shall the male & female live the life of Eternity 14362 Because the Lamb of God Creates himself a bride & wife 14363 That we his Children evermore may live in Jerusalem 14364 Which now descendeth out of heaven a City yet a Woman 14365 Mother of myriads redeemd & born in her spiritual palaces 14366 By a New Spiritual birth Regenerated from Death

14367 Urizen Said. I have Erred & my Error remains with me 14368 What Chain encompasses in what Lock is the river of light confind 14369 That issues forth in the morning by measure & the evening by carefulness 14370 Where shall we take our stand to view the infinite & unbounded 14371 Or where are human feet for Lo our eyes are in the heavens <t982>

14372 He ceasd for rivn link from link the bursting Universe explodes 14373 All things reversd flew from their centers rattling bones 14374 To bones join, shaking convulsd the shivering clay breathes 14375 Each speck of dust to the Earths center nestles round & round 14376 In pangs of an Eternal Birth in torment & awe & fear 14377 All spirits deceasd let loose from reptile prisons come in shoals 14378 Wild furies from the tygers brain & from the lions Eyes <t984> 14379 And from the ox & ass come moping terrors. from the Eagle 14380 And raven numerous as the leaves of Autumn every species 14381 Flock to the trumpet muttring over the sides of the grave & crying 14382 In the fierce wind round heaving rocks & mountains filld with groans 14383 On rifted rocks suspended in the air by inward fires 14384 Many a woful company & many on clouds & waters 14385 Fathers & friends Mothers & Infants Kings & Warriors 14386 Priests & chaind Captives met together in a horrible fear 14387 And every one of the dead appears as he had livd before

14388 And all the marks remain of the Slaves scourge & tyrants Crown 14389 And of the Priests oergorged Abdomen & of the merchants thin 14390 Sinewy deception & of the warriors ou[t]braving & thoughtlessness 14391 In lineaments too extended & in bones too strait & long

14392 They shew their wounds they accuse they sieze the opressor howlings began <t985> 14393 On the golden palace Songs & joy on the desart the Cold babe 14394 Stands in the furious air he cries the children of six thousand years 14395 Who died in infancy rage furious a mighty multitude rage furious 14396 Naked & pale standing on the expecting air to be deliverd 14397 Rend limb from limb the Warrior & the tyrant reuniting in pain 14398 The furious wind still rends around they flee in sluggish effort

14399 They beg they intreat in vain now they Listend not to intreaty 14400 They view the flames red rolling on thro the wide universe 14401 From the dark jaws of death beneath & desolate shores remote <t986> 14402 These covering Vaults of heaven & these trembling globes of Earth 14403 One Planet calls to another & one star enquires of another <t987> 14404 What flames are these coming from the South what noise what dreadful rout 14405 As of a battle in the heavens hark heard you not the trumpet 14406 As of fierce battle while they spoke the flames come on intense roaring

14407 They see him whom they have piercd they wail because of him 14408 They magnify themselves no more against Jerusalem Nor 14409 Against her little ones the innocent accused before the Judges 14410 Shines with immortal Glory trembling the Judge springs from his throne 14411 Hiding his face in the dust beneath the prisoners feet & saying <t988> 14412 Brother of Jesus what have I done intreat thy lord for me

14413 Perhaps I may be forgiven While he speaks the flames roll on 14414 And after the flames appears the Cloud of the Son of Man 14415 Descending from Jerusalem with power and great Glory 14416 All nations look up to the Cloud & behold him who was Crucified

14417 The Prisoner answers you scourgd my father to death before my face 14418 While I stood bound with cords & heavy chains, Your hipocrisy 14419 Shall now avail you nought. So speaking he dashd him with his foot

14420 The Cloud is Blood dazling upon the heavens & in the cloud 14421 Above upon its volumes is beheld a throne & a pavement <t989> 14422 Of precious stones. surrounded by twenty four venerable patriarchs <t990> 14423 And these again surrounded by four Wonders of the Almighty <t991> 14424 Incomprehensible. pervading all amidst & round about 14425 Fourfold each in the other reflected they are named Life's in Eternity. 14426 Four Starry Universes going forward from Eternity to Eternity 14427 And the Falln Man who was arisen upon the Rock of Ages

14428 Beheld the Vision of God & he arose up from the Rock 14429 And Urizen arose up with him walking thro the flames 14430 To meet the Lord coming to Judgment but the flames repelld them 14431 Still to the Rock in vain they strove to Enter the Consummation 14432 Together for the Redeemd Man could not enter the Consummation <t992>

14433 Then siezd the Sons of Urizen the Plow they polishd it 14434 From rust of ages all its ornaments of Gold & silver & ivory 14435 Reshone across the field immense where all the nations 14436 Darkend like Mould in the divided fallows where the weed 14437 Triumphs in its own destruction they took down the harness

14438 From the blue walls of heaven starry jingling ornamented 14439 With beautiful art the study of angels the workmanship of Demons 14440 When Heaven & Hell in Emulation strove in sports of Glory

14441 The noise of rural work resounded thro the heavens of heavens 14442 The horse[s] neigh from the battle the wild bulls from the sultry waste 14443 The tygers from the forests & the lions from the sandy desarts <t993> 14444 They sing they sieze the instruments of harmony they throw away 14445 The spear the bow the gun the mortar they level the fortifications <t994> 14446 They bet the iron engines of destruction into wedges 14447 They give them to Urthonas Sons ringing the hammers sound 14448 In dens of death to forge the spade the mattock & the ax 14449 The heavy roller to break the clods to pass over the nations

14450 The Sons of Urizen Shout Their father rose The Eternal horses 14451 Harnessd They calld to Urizen the heavens moved at their call 14452 The limbs of Urizen shone with ardor. He laid his ha[n]d on the Plow <t995>

14453 Thro dismal darkness drave the Plow of ages over Cities 14454 And all their Villages over Mountains & all their Vallies 14455 Over the graves & caverns of the dead Over the Planets 14456 And over the void Spaces over Sun & moon & star & constellation

14457 Then Urizen commanded & they brought the Seed of Men 14458 The trembling souls of All the Dead stood before Urizen 14459 Weak wailing in the troubled air East west & north & south

14460 He turnd the horses loose & laid his Plow in the northern corner 14461 Of the wide Universal field. then Stepd forth into the immense <t996>

14462 Then he began to sow the seed he girded round his loins 14463 With a bright girdle & his skirt filld with immortal souls 14464 Howling & Wailing fly the souls from Urizens strong hand

14465 For from the hand of Urizen the myriads fall like stars 14466 Into their own appointed places driven back by the winds 14467 The naked warriors rush together down to the sea shores 14468 They are become like wintry flocks like forests stripd of leaves 14469 The Kings & Princes of the Earth cry with a feeble cry 14470 Driven on the unproducing sands & on the hardend rocks 14471 And all the while the flames of Orc follow the ventrous feet 14472 Of Urizen & all the while the Trump of Tharmas sounds 14473 Weeping & wailing fly the souls from Urizens strong hand 14474 The daughters of Urizen stand with Cups & measures of foaming wine 14475 Immense upon the heavens with bread & delicate repasts

14476 Then follows the golden harrow in the midst of Mental fires 14477 To ravishing melody of flutes & harps & softest voice 14478 The seed is harrowd in while flames heat the black mould & cause 14479 The human harvest to begin Towards the south first sprang 14480 The myriads & in silent fear they look out from their graves

14481 Then Urizen sits down to rest & all his wearied Sons 14482 Take their repose on beds they drink they sing they view the flames 14483 Of Orc in joy they view the human harvest springing up 14484 A time they give to sweet repose till all the harvest is ripe

14485 And Lo like the harvest Moon Ahania cast off her death clothes 14486 She folded them up in care in silence & her brightning limbs 14487 Bathd in the clear spring of the rock then from her darksom cave 14488 Issud in majesty divine Urizen rose up from his couch 14489 On wings of tenfold joy clapping his hands his feet his radiant wings 14490 In the immense as when the Sun dances upon the mountains 14491 A shout of jubilee in lovely notes responding from daughter to daughter 14492 From son to Son as if the Stars beaming innumerable

14493 Thro night should sing soft warbling filling Earth & heaven 14494 And bright Ahania took her seat by Urizen in songs & joy

14495 The Eternal Man also sat down upon the Couches of Beulah 14496 Sorrowful that he could not put off his new risen body 14497 In mental flames the flames refusd they drove him back to Beulah 14498 His body was redeemd to be permanent thro Mercy Divine

14499 And now fierce Orc had quite consumd himself in Mental flames 14500 Expending all his energy against the fuel of fire 14501 The Regenerate Man stoopd his head over the Universe & in <t997> 14502 His holy hands recied the flaming Demon & Demoness of Smoke 14503 And gave them to Urizens hands the Immortal frownd Saying

14504 Luvah & Vala henceforth you are Servants obey & live 14505 You shall forget your former state return O Love in peace <t998> 14506 Into your place the place of seed not in the brain or heart 14507 If Gods combine against Man Setting their Dominion above 14508 The Human form Divine. Thrown down from their high Station 14509 In the Eternal heavens of Human Imagination: buried beneath <t999> 14510 In dark Oblivion with incessant pangs ages on ages 14511 In Enmity & war first weakend then in stern repentance 14512 They must renew their brightness & their disorganizd functions 14513 Again reorganize till they resume the image of the human 14514 Cooperating in the bliss of Man obeying his Will 14515 Servants to the infinite & Eternal of the Human form

14516 Luvah & Vala descended & enterd the Gates of Dark Urthona 14517 And walkd from the hands of Urizen in the shadows of Valas Garden 14518 Where the impressions of Despair & Hope for ever vegetate 14519 In flowers in fruits in fishes birds & beasts & clouds & waters 14520 The land of doubts & shadows sweet delusions unformd hopes 14521 They saw no more the terrible confusion of the wracking universe 14522 They heard not saw not felt not all the terrible confusion 14523 For in their orbed senses within closd up they wanderd at will 14524 And those upon the Couches viewd them in the dreams of Beulah 14525 As they reposd from the terrible wide universal harvest 14526 Invisible Luvah in bright clouds hoverd over Valas head 14527 And thus their ancient golden age renewd for Luvah spoke 14528 With voice mild from his golden Cloud upon the breath of morning

14529 Come forth O Vala from the grass & from the silent Dew 14530 Rise from the dews of death for the Eternal Man is Risen

14531 She rises among flowers & looks toward the Eastern clearness 14532 She walks yea runs her feet are wingd on the tops of the bending grass 14533 Her garments rejoice in the vocal wind & her hair glistens with dew

14534 She answerd thus Whose voice is this in the voice of the nourishing air 14535 In the spirit of the morning awaking the Soul from its grassy bed

14536 Where dost thou dwell for it is thee I seek & but for thee 14537 I must have slept Eternally nor have felt the dew of thy morning 14538 Look how the opening dawn advances with vocal harmony 14539 Look how the beams foreshew the rising of some glorious power 14540 The sun is thine he goeth forth in his majestic brightness <t1000> 14541 O thou creating voice that callest & who shall answer thee

14542 Where dost thou flee O fair one where dost thou seek thy happy place

14543 To yonder brightness there I haste for sure I came from thence 14544 Or I must have slept eternally nor have felt the dew of morning

14545 Eternally thou must have slept nor have felt the morning dew 14546 But for yon nourishing sun tis that by which thou art arisen 14547 The birds adore the sun the beasts rise up & play in his beams 14548 And every flower & every leaf rejoices in his light 14549 Then O thou fair one sit thee down for thou art as the grass 14550 Thou risest in the dew of morning & at night art folded up

14551 Alas am I but as a flower then will I sit me down 14552 Then will I weep then Ill complain & sigh for immortality 14553 And chide my maker thee O Sun that raisedst me to fall

14554 So saying she sat down & wept beneath the apple trees

14555 O be thou blotted out thou Sun that raisedst me to trouble 14556 That gavest me a heart to crave & raisedst me thy phantom 14557 To feel thy heat & see thy light & wander here alone 14558 Hopeless if I am like the grass & so shall pass away 14559 Rise sluggish Soul why sitst thou here why dost thou sit & weep 14560 Yon Sun shall wax old & decay but thou shalt ever flourish 14561 The fruit shall ripen & fall down & the flowers consume away 14562 But thou shalt still survive arise O dry thy dewy tears

14563 Hah! Shall I still survive whence came that sweet & comforting voice 14564 And whence that voice of sorrow O sun thou art nothing now to me 14565 Go on thy course rejoicing & let us both rejoice together 14566 I walk among his flocks & hear the bleating of his lambs 14567 O that I could behold his face & follow his pure feet 14568 I walk by the footsteps of his flocks come hither tender flocks 14569 Can you converse with a pure Soul that seeketh for her maker 14570 You answer not then am I set your mistress in this garden 14571 Ill watch you & attend your footsteps you are not like the birds

14572 That sing & fly in the bright air but you do lick my feet 14573 And let me touch your wooly backs follow me as I sing 14574 For in my bosom a new song arises to my Lord

14575 Rise up O Sun most glorious minister & light of day 14576 Flow on ye gentle airs & bear the voice of my rejoicing 14577 Wave freshly clear waters flowing around the tender grass 14578 And thou sweet smelling ground put forth thy life in fruits & flowers 14579 Follow me O my flocks & hear me sing my rapturous Song 14580 I will cause my voice to be heard on the clouds that glitter in the sun 14581 I will call & who shall answer me I will sing who shall reply 14582 For from my pleasant hills behold the living living springs 14583 Running among my green pastures delighting among my trees 14584 I am not here alone my flocks you are my brethren 14585 And you birds that sing & adorn the sky you are my sisters 14586 I sing & you reply to my Song I rejoice & you are glad 14587 Follow he O my flocks we will now descend into the valley 14588 O how delicious are the grapes flourishing in the Sun 14589 How clear the spring of the rock running among the golden sand 14590 How cool the breezes of the vall[e]y & the arms of the branchy trees 14591 Cover us from the Sun come & let us sit in the Shade 14592 My Luvah here hath placd me in a Sweet & pleasant Land 14593 And given me fruits & pleasant waters & warm hills & cool valleys 14594 Here will I build myself a house & here Ill call on his name 14595 Here Ill return when I am weary & take my pleasant rest

14596 So spoke the Sinless Soul & laid her head on the downy fleece 14597 Of a curld Ram who stretchd himself in sleep beside his mistress 14598 And soft sleep fell upon her eyelids in the silent noon of day

14599 Then Luvah passed by & saw the sinless Soul 14600 And said Let a pleasant house arise to be the dwelling place 14601 Of this immortal Spirit growing in lower Paradise

14602 He spoke & pillars were builded & walls as white as ivory 14603 The grass she slept upon was pavd with pavement as of pearl 14604 Beneath her rose a downy bed & a cieling coverd all

14605 Vala awoke. When in the pleasant gates of sleep I enterd 14606 I saw my Luvah like a spirit stand in the bright air 14607 Round him stood spirits like me who reard me a bright house 14608 And here I see thee house remain in my most pleasant world

14609 My Luvah smild I kneeled down he laid his hand on my head 14610 And when he laid his hand upon me from the gates of sleep I came 14611 Into this bodily house to tend my flocks in my pleasant garden

14612 So saying she arose & walked round her beautiful house 14613 And then from her white door she lookd to see her bleating lambs 14614 But her flocks were gone up from beneath the trees into the hills

14615 I see the hand that leadeth me doth also lead my flocks 14616 She went up to her flocks & turned oft to see her shining house 14617 She stopd to drink of the clear spring & eat the grapes & apples

14618 She bore the fruits in her lap she gatherd flowers for her bosom 14619 She called to her flocks saying follow me O my flocks

14620 They followd her to the silent vall[e]y beneath the spreading trees 14621 And on the rivers margin she ungirded her golden girdle 14622 She stood in the river & viewd herself within the watry glass 14623 And her bright hair was wet with the waters She rose up from the river 14624 And as she rose her Eyes were opend to the world of waters 14625 She saw Tharmas sitting upon the rocks beside the wavy sea 14626 He strokd the water from his beard & mournd faint thro the summer vales

14627 And Vala stood on the rocks of Tharmas & heard his mournful voice

14628 O Enion my weary head is in the bed of death 14629 For weeds of death have wrapd around my limbs in the hoary deeps 14630 I sit in the place of shells & mourn & thou art closd in clouds 14631 When will the time of Clouds be past & the dismal night of Tharmas 14632 Arise O Enion Arise & smile upon my head <t1001> 14633 As thou dost smile upon the barren mountains and they rejoice 14634 When wilt thou smile on Tharmas O thou bringer of golden day 14635 Arise O Enion arise for Lo I have calmd my seas

14636 So saying his faint head he laid upon the Oozy rock 14637 And darkness coverd all the deep the light of Enion faded 14638 Like a fa[i]nt flame quivering upon the surface of the darkness

14639 Then Vala lifted up her hands to heaven to call on Enion 14640 She calld but none could answer her & the Eccho of her voice returnd

14641 Where is the voice of God that calld me from the silent dew 14642 Where is the Lord of Vala dost thou hide in clefts of the rock 14643 Why shouldst thou hide thyself from Vala from the soul that wanders desolate

14644 She ceas'd & light beamd round her like the glory of the morning

14645 And She arose out of the river & girded on her golden girdle

14646 And now her feet step on the grassy bosom of the ground 14647 Among her flocks & she turnd her eyes toward her pleasant house 14648 And saw in the door way beneath the trees two little children playing 14649 She drew near to her house & her flocks followd her footsteps 14650 The Children clung around her knees she embracd them & wept over them

14651 Thou little Boy art Tharmas & thou bright Girl Enion 14652 How are ye thus renewd & brought into the Gardens of Vala

14653 She embracd them in tears. till the sun descended the western hills 14654 And then she enterd her bright house leading her mighty children

14655 And when night came the flocks laid round the house beneath the trees 14656 She laid the Children on the beds which she saw prepard in the house 14657 Then last herself laid down & closd her Eyelids in soft slumbers

14658 And in the morning when the Sun arose in the crystal sky 14659 Vala awoke & calld the children from their gentle slumbers

14660 Awake O Enion awake & let thine innocent Eyes 14661 Enlighten all the Crystal house of Vala awake awake 14662 Awake Tharmas awake awake thou child of dewy tears 14663 Open the orbs of thy blue eyes & smile upon my gardens

14664 The Children woke & smild on Vala. she kneeld by the golden couch 14665 She presd them to her bosom & her pearly tears dropd down 14666 O my sweet Children Enion let Tharmas kiss thy Cheek 14667 Why dost thou turn thyself away from his sweet watry eyes 14668 Tharmas henceforth in Valas bosom thou shalt find sweet peace 14669 O bless the lovely eyes of Tharmas & the Eyes of Enion

14670 They rose they went out wandring sometimes together sometimes alone

14671 Why weepest thou Tharmas Child of tears in the bright house of joy 14672 Doth Enion avoid the sight of thy blue heavenly Eyes 14673 And dost thou wander with my lambs & wet their innocent faces <t1002> 14674 With thy bright tears because the steps of Enion are in the gardens 14675 Arise sweet boy & let us follow the path of Enion

14676 So saying they went down into the garden among the fruits 14677 And Enion sang among the flowers that grew among the trees 14678 And Vala said Go Tharmas weep not Go to Enion

14679 He said O Vala I am sick & all this garden of Pleasure 14680 Swims like a dream before my eyes but the sweet smelling fruit 14681 Revives me to new deaths I fade even like a water lilly 14682 In the suns heat till in the night on the couch of Enion 14683 I drink new life & feel the breath of sleeping Enion 14684 But in the morning she arises to avoid my Eyes 14685 Then my loins fade & in the house I sit me down & weep

14686 Chear up thy Countenance bright boy & go to Enion 14687 Tell her that Vala waits her in the shadows of her garden

14688 He went with timid steps & Enion like the ruddy morn 14689 When infant spring appears in swelling buds & opening flowers 14690 Behind her Veil withdraws so Enion turnd her modest head

14691 But Tharmas spoke Vala seeks thee sweet Enion in the shades 14692 Follow the steps of Tharmas O thou brightness of the gardens 14693 He took her hand reluctant she followd in infant doubts

14694 Thus in Eternal Childhood straying among Valas flocks 14695 In infant sorrow & joy alternate Enion & Tharmas playd 14696 Round Vala in the Gardens of Vala & by her rivers margin 14697 They are the shadows of Tharmas & of Enion in Valas world

14698 And the sleepers who rested from their harvest work beheld theseOAthese visions 14699 Thus were the sleepers entertaind upon the Couches of Beulah 14700 When Luvah & Vala were closd up in their world of shadowy forms 14701 Darkness was all beneath the heavens only a little light 14702 Such as glows out from sleeping spirits appeard in the deeps beneath 14703 As when the wind sweeps over a Corn field the noise of souls 14704 Thro all the immense borne down by Clouds swagging in autumnal heat 14705 Muttering along from heaven to heaven hoarse roll the human forms 14706 Beneath thick clouds dreadful lightnings burst & thunders roll 14707 Down pour the torrent Floods of heaven on all the human harvest 14708 Then Urizen sitting at his repose on beds in the bright South 14709 Cried Times are Ended he Exulted he arose in joy he exulted 14710 He pourd his light & all his Sons & daughters pourd their light 14711 To exhale the spirits of Luvah & Vala thro the atmosphere 14712 And Luvah & Vala saw the Light their spirits were Exhald 14713 In all their ancient innocence the floods depart the clouds 14714 Dissipate or sink into the Seas of Tharmas Luvah sat 14715 Above in the bright heavens in peace. the Spirits of Men beneath 14716 Cried out to be deliverd & the Spirit of Luvah wept 14717 Over the human harvest & over Vala the sweet wanderer 14718 In pain the human harvest wavd in horrible groans of woe

14719 The Universal Groan went up the Eternal Man was Darkend

14720 Then Urizen arose & took his Sickle in his hand 14721 There is a brazen sickle & a scythe of iron hid 14722 Deep in the South guarded by a few solitary stars 14723 This sickle Urizen took the scythe his sons embracd 14724 And went forth & began to reap & all his joyful sons 14725 Reapd the wide Universe & bound in Sheaves a wondrous harvest 14726 They took them into the wide barns with loud rejoicings & triumph 14727 Of flute & harp & drum & trumpet horn & clarion

14728 The feast was spread in the bright South& the Regenerate Man 14729 Sat at the feast rejoicing & the wine of Eternity 14730 Was servd round by the flames of Luvah all Day & all the Night 14731 And when Morning began to dawn upon the distant hills 14732 a whirlwind rose up in the Center & in the Whirlwind a shriek <t1003> 14733 And in the Shriek a rattling of bones & in the rattling of bones 14734 A dolorous groan & from the dolorous groan in tears 14735 Rose Enion like a gentle light & Enion spoke saying

14736 O Dreams of Death the human form dissolving companied 14737 By beasts & worms & creeping things & darkness & despair <t1004> 14738 The clouds fall off from my wet brow the dust from my cold limbs 14739 Into the Sea of Tharmas Soon renewd a Golden Moth 14740 I shall cast off my death clothes & Embrace Tharmas again 14741 For Lo the winter melted away upon the distant hills 14742 And all the black mould sings. She speaks to her infant race her milk 14743 Descends down on the sand. the thirsty sand drinks & rejoices <t1005> 14744 Wondering to behold the Emmet the Grasshopper the jointed worm 14745 The roots shoot thick thro the solid rocks bursting their way 14746 They cry out in joys of existence. the broad stems 14747 Rear on the mountains stem after stem the scaly newt creeps 14748 From the stone & the armed fly springs from the rocky crevice 14749 The spider. The bat burst from the hardend slime crying 14750 To one another what are we & whence is our joy & delight 14751 Lo the little moss begins to spring & the tender weed 14752 Creeps round our secret nest. Flocks brighten the Mountains 14753 Herds throng up the Valley wild beasts fill the forests

14754 Joy thrilld thro all the Furious form of Tharmas humanizing 14755 Mild he Embracd her whom he sought he raisd her thro the heavens 14756 Sounding his trumpet to awake the Dead on high he soard 14757 Over the ruind worlds the smoking tomb of the Eternal Prophet

14758 The Eternal Man arose he welcomd them to the Feast 14759 The feast was spread in the bright South & the Eternal Man 14760 Sat at the feast rejoicing & the wine of Eternity 14761 Was servd round by the flames of Luvah all day & all the night

14762 And Many Eternal Men sat at the golden feast to see 14763 The female form now separate They shudderd at the horrible thing 14764 Not born for the sport and amusement of Man but born to drink up all his powers 14765 They wept to see their shadows they said to one another this is Sin <t1006> 14766 This is the Generative world they rememberd the Days of old<t1007>

14767 And One of the Eternals spoke All was silent at the feast

14768 Man is a Worm wearied with joy he seeks the caves of sleep 14769 Among the Flowers of Beulah in his Selfish cold repose 14770 Forsaking Brotherhood & Universal love in selfish clay 14771 Folding the pure wings of his mind seeking the places dark 14772 Abstracted from the roots of Science then inclosd around <t1008> 14773 In walls of Gold we cast him like a Seed into the Earth 14774 Till times & spaces have passd over him duly every morn 14775 We visit him covering with a Veil the immortal seed 14776 With windows from the inclement sky we cover him & with walls 14777 And hearths protect the Selfish terror till divided all

14778 Ephesians 14779iii c. 14780 10 v 14781 Not for ourselves but for the Eternal family we live 14782 Man liveth not by Self alone but in his brothers face 14783 Each shall behold the Eternal Father & love & joy abound

14784 So spoke the Eternal at the Feast they embracd the New born Man 14785 Calling him Brother image of the Eternal Father. they sat down 14786 At the immortal tables sounding loud their instruments of joy 14787 Calling the Morning into Beulah the Eternal Man rejoicd

14788 When Morning dawnd The Eternals rose to labour at the Vintage 14789 Beneath they saw their sons & daughters wondering inconcievable 14790 At the dark myriads in Shadows in the worlds beneath

14791 The morning dawnd Urizen rose & in his hand the Flail 14792 Sounds on the Floor heard terrible by all beneath the heavens 14793 Dismal loud redounding the nether floor shakes with the sound

14794 And all Nations were threshed out & the stars threshd from their husks

14795 Then Tharmas took the Winnowing fan the winnowing wind furious 14796 Above veerd round by the violent whirlwind driven west & south 14797 Tossed the Nations like Chaff into the seas of Tharmas

14798 O Mystery Fierce Tharmas cries Behold thy end is come 14799 Art thou she that made the nations drunk with the cup of Religion 14800 Go down ye Kings & Councellors & Giant Warriors 14801 Go down into the depths go down & hide yourselves beneath 14802 Go down with horse & Chariots & Trumpets of hoarse war

14803 Lo how the Pomp of Mystery goes down into the Caves 14804 Her great men howl & throw the dust & rend their hoary hair 14805 Her delicate women & children shriek upon the bitter wind 14806 Spoild of their beauty their hair rent & their skin shriveld up 14807 Lo darkness covers the long pomp of banners on the wind 14808 And black horses & armed men & miserable bound captives 14809 Where shall the graves recieve them all & where shall be their place 14810 And who shall mourn for Mystery who never loosd her Captives 14811 Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field 14812 Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air 14813 Let the inchaind soul shut up in darkness & in sighing 14814 Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years 14815 Rise & look out his chains are loose his dungeon doors are open 14816 And let his wife & children return from the opressors scourge 14817 They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream 14818 Are these the Slaves that groand along the streets of Mystery 14819 Where are your bonds & task masters are these the prisoners

14820 Where are your chains where are your tears why do you look around 14821 If you are thirsty there is the river go bathe your parched limbs 14822 The good of all the Land is before you for Mystery is no more

14823 Then All the Slaves from every Earth in the wide Universe 14824 Sing a New Song drowning confusion in its happy notes 14825 While the flail of Urizen sounded loud & the winnowing wind of Tharmas 14826 So loud so clear in the wide heavens & the song that they sung was this 14827 Composed by an African Black from the little Earth of Sotha

14828 Aha Aha how came I here so soon in my sweet native land <t1009> 14829 How came I here Methinks I am as I was in my youth

14830 When in my fathers house I sat & heard his chearing voice 14831 Methinks I see his flocks & herds & feel my limbs renewd 14832 And Lo my Brethren in their tents & their little ones around them

14833 The song arose to the Golden feast the Eternal Man rejoicd 14834 Then the Eternal Man said Luvah the Vintage is ripe arise 14835 The sons of Urizen shall gather the vintage with sharp hooks 14836 And all thy sons O Luvah bear away the families of Earth 14837 I hear the flail of Urizen his barns are full no roo[m] 14838 Remains & in the Vineyards stand the abounding sheaves beneath 14839 The falling Grapes that odorous burst upon the winds. Arise 14840 My flocks & herds trample the Corn my cattle browze upon 14841 The ripe Clusters The shepherds shout for Luvah prince of Love 14842 Let the Bulls of Luvah tread the Corn & draw the loaded waggon 14843 Into the Barn while children glean the Ears around the door 14844 Then shall they lift their innocent hands & stroke his furious nose 14845 And he shall lick the little girls white neck & on her head 14846 Scatter the perfume of his breath while from his mountains high 14847 The lion of terror shall come down & bending his bright mane 14848 And couching at their side shall eat from the curld boys white lap 14849 His golden food and in the evening sleep before the Door

14850 Attempting to be more than Man We become less said Luvah 14851 As he arose from the bright feast drunk with the wine of ages 14852 His crown of thorns fell from his head he hung his living Lyre 14853 Behind the seat of the Eternal Man & took his way 14854 Sounding the Song of Los descending to the Vineyards bright 14855 His sons arising from the feast with golden baskets follow 14856 A fiery train as when the Sun sings in the ripe vineyards 14857 Then Luvah stood before the wine press all his fiery sons 14858 Brought up the loaded Waggons with shoutings ramping tygers play 14859 In the jingling traces furious lions sound the song of joy 14860 To the golden wheels circling upon the pavement of heaven & all 14861 The Villages of Luvah ring the golden tiles of the villages

14862 Reply to violins & tabors to the pipe flute lyre & cymbal 14863 Then fell the Legions of Mystery in maddning confusion 14864 Down Down thro the immense with outcry fury & despair 14865 Into the wine presses of Luvah howling fell the Clusters 14866 Of human families thro the deep. the wine presses were filld 14867 The blood of life flowd plentiful Odors of life arose 14868 All round the heavenly arches & the Odors rose singing this song <t1010>

14869 O terrible wine presses of Luvah O caverns of the Grave 14870 How lovely the delights of those risen again from death 14871 O trembling joy excess of joy is like Excess of grief

14872 So sang the Human Odors round the wine presses of Luvah

14873 But in the Wine presses is wailing terror & despair 14874 Forsaken of their Elements they vanish & are no more 14875 No more but a desire of Being a distracted ravening desire 14876 Desiring like the hungry worm & like the gaping grave <t1011> 14877 They plunge into the Elements the Elements cast them forth 14878 Or else consume their shadowy semblance Yet they obstinate 14879 Tho pained to distraction Cry O let us Exist for 14880 This dreadful Non Existence is worse than pains of Eternal Birth <t1012> 14881 Eternal Death who can Endure. let us consume in fires 14882 In waters stifling or in air corroding or in earth shut up 14883 The Pangs of Eternal birth are better than the Pangs of Eternal Death

14884 How red the Sons & Daughters of Luvah how they tread the Grapes 14885 Laughing & shouting drunk with odors many fall oerwearied 14886 Drownd in the wine is many a youth & maiden those around 14887 Lay them on skins of tygers or the spotted Leopard or wild Ass 14888 Till they revive or bury them in cool Grots making lamentation

14889 But in the Wine Presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor dance 14890 They howl & writhe in shoals of torment in fierce flames consuming 14891 In chains of iron & in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires 14892 In pits & dens & shades of death in shapes of torment & woe 14893 The Plates the Screws and Racks & Saws & cords & fires & floods <t1013> 14894 The cruel joy of Luvahs daughters lacerating with knives 14895 And whip[s] their Victims & the deadly sports of Luvahs Sons <t1014>

14896 Timbrels & Violins sport round the Wine Presses The little Seed 14897 The Sportive root the Earthworm the small beetle the wise Emmet 14898 Dance round the Wine Presses of Luvah. the Centipede is there 14899 The ground Spider with many Eyes the Mole clothed in Velvet 14900 The Earwig armd the tender maggot emblem of Immortality 14901 The Slow Slug the grasshopper that sings & laughs & drinks 14902 The winter comes he folds his slender bones without a murmur 14903 There is the Nettle that stings with soft down & there <t1015>

14904 The indignant Thistle whose bitterness is bred in his milk 14905 And who lives on the contempt of his neighbour there all the idle weeds 14906 That creep about the obscure places shew their various limbs 14907 Naked in all their beauty dancing round the Wine Presses

14908 They Dance around the Dying & they Drink the howl & groan

14909 They catch the Shrieks in cups of gold they hand them to one another 14910 These are the sports of love & these the sweet delights of amorous play 14911 Tears of the grapes the death sweat of the Cluster the last sigh 14912 Of the mild youth who listens to the luring songs of Luvah

14913 The Eternal Man darkend with Sorrow & a wintry mantle 14914 Coverd the Hills He said O Tharmas rise & O Urthona

14915 Then Tharmas & Urthona rose from the Golden feast satiated 14916 With Mirth & joy Urthona limping from his fall on Tharmas leand 14917 In his right hand his hammer Tharmas held his Shepherds crook 14918 Beset with gold gold were the ornaments formed by the sons of Urizen 14919 Then Enion & Ahania & Vala & the wife of Dark Urthona 14920 Rose from the feast in joy ascending to their Golden Looms 14921 There the wingd shuttle Sang the spindle & the distaff & the Reel 14922 Rang sweet the praise of industry. Thro all the golden rooms 14923 Heaven rang with winged Exultation All beneath howld loud 14924 With tenfold rout & desolation roard the Chasms beneath 14925 Where the wide woof flowd down & where the Nations are gatherd together

14926 Tharmas went down to the Wine presses & beheld the sons & daughters 14927 Of Luvah quite exhausted with the Labour & quite filld 14928 With new wine. that they began to torment one another and to tread 14929 The weak. Luvah & Vala slept on the floor o'erwearied

14930 Urthona calld his Sons around him Tharmas calld his sons 14931 Numrous. they took the wine they separated the Lees 14932 And Luvah was put for dung on the ground by the Sons of Tharmas & Urthona 14933 They formed heavens of sweetest wo[o]d[s] of gold & silver & ivory 14934 Of glass & precious stones They loaded all the waggons of heaven 14935 And took away the wine of ages with solemn songs & joy

14936 Luvah & Vala woke & all the sons & daughters of Luvah 14937 Awoke they wept to one another & they reascended 14938 To the Eternal Man in woe he cast them wailing into 14939 The world of shadows thro the air till winter is over & gone

14940 But the Human Wine stood wondering in all their delightful Expanses 14941 The Elements subside the heavens rolld on with vocal harmony

14942 Then Los who is Urthona rose in all his regenerate power

14943 The Sea that rolld & foamd with darkness & the shadows of death 14944 Vomited out & gave up all the floods lift up their hands 14945 Singing & shouting to the Man they bow their hoary heads 14946 And murmuring in their channels flow & circle round his feet

14947 Then Dark Urthona took the Corn out of the Stores of Urizen 14948 He ground it in his rumbling Mills Terrible the distress 14949 Of all the Nations of Earth ground in the Mills of Urthona 14950 In his hand Tharmas takes the Storms. he turns the whirlwind Loose 14951 Upon the wheels the stormy seas howl at his dread command 14952 And Eddying fierce rejoice in the fierce agitation o the wheels 14953 Of Dark Urthona Thunders Earthquakes Fires Water floods 14954 Rejoice to one another loud their voices shake the Abyss 14955 Their dread forms tending the dire mills The grey hoar frost was there 14956 And his pale wife the aged Snow they watch over the fires 14957 They build the Ovens of Urthona Nature in darkness groans 14958 And Men are bound to sullen contemplations in the night 14959 Restless they turn on beds of sorrow. in their inmost brain 14960 Feeling the crushing Wheels they rise they write the bitter words 14961 Of Stern Philosophy & knead the bread of knowledge with tears & groans

14962 Such are the works of Dark Urthona Tharmas sifted the corn 14963 Urthona made the Bread of Ages & he placed it 14964 In golden & in silver baskets in heavens of precious stone 14965 And then took his repose in Winter in the night of Time

14966 The Sun has left his blackness & has found a fresher morning 14967 And the mild moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night <t1016> 14968 And Man walks forth from midst of the fires the evil is all consumd 14969 His eyes behold the Angelic spheres arising night & day 14970 The stars consumd like a lamp blown out & in their stead behold 14971 The Expanding Eyes of Man behold the depths of wondrous worlds <t1017> 14972 One Earth one sea beneath nor Erring Globes wander but Stars 14973 Of fire rise up nightly from the Ocean & one Sun 14974 Each morning like a New born Man issues with songs & Joy 14975 Calling the Plowman to his Labour & the Shepherd to his rest 14976 He walks upon the Eternal Mountains raising his heavenly voice 14977 Conversing with the Animal forms of wisdom night & day 14978 That risen from the Sea of fire renewd walk oer the Earth

14979 For Tharmas brought his flocks upon the hills & in the Vales 14980 Around the Eternal Mans bright tent the little Children play 14981 Among the wooly flocks The hammer of Urthona sounds 14982 In the deep caves beneath his limbs renewd his Lions roar 14983 Around the Furnaces & in Evening sport upon the plains 14984 They raise their faces from the Earth conversing with the Man

14985 How is it we have walkd thro fires & yet are not consumd 14986 How is it that all things are changd even as in ancient times

14987 The Sun arises from his dewy bed & the fresh airs 14988 Play in his smiling beams giving the seeds of life to grow 14989 And the fresh Earth beams forth ten thousand thousand springs of life 14990 Urthona is arisen in his strength no longer now 14991 Divided from Enitharmon no longer the Spectre Los 14992 Where is the Spectre of Prophecy where the delusive Phantom 14993 Departed & Urthona rises from the ruinous walls 14994 In all his ancient strength to form the golden armour of science 14995 For intellectual War The war of swords departed now 14996 The dark Religions are departed & sweet Science reigns

14997 End of The Dream <t1018>

14998 Christs Crucifix shall be made an excuse for Executing 14999 Criminals

15000 The Christian Religion teaches that No Man is Indifferent to 15001 you but that every one is Either Your friend or your enemy. he 15002 must necessarily be either the one [of] or the other And 15003 that he will be equally profitable both ways if you treat him as 15004 he deserves 15005 Unorganizd Innocence, All Impossibility 15006 Innocence dwells with Wisdom but never with Ignorance

15007 has been approved by Mr Flaxman. 15008 will soon be well enough to make 15009 hundreds of designs both for the engraver and the sculptor. 15010 [To] William Hayley Esqr Eartham, 15011 near Chichester, Sussex

15012 Hercules Buildings, Lambeth 1 April 1800 15013 Dear Sir, 15014 With all possible Expedition I send you a proof of my 15015 attempt to Express your & our Much Beloveds Countenance. Mr 15016 Flaxman has seen it & approved of my now sending it to you for 15017 your remarks. Your Sorrows and your dear sons May Jesus and 15018 his Angels assuage & if it is consistent with his divine 15019 providence restore him to us & to his labours of Art & Science in 15020 this world. So prays a fellow sufferer & Your humble servant, 15021 WILLm BLAKE

15022 [To] William Hayley Esqre, Eartham, 15023 near Chichester, Sussex

15024 Lambeth May 6 1800. 15025 Dear Sir 15026 I am very sorry for your immense loss, which is a repetition 15027 of what all feel in this valley of misery & happiness mixed--I 15028 send the Shadow of the departed Angel. hope the likeness is 15029 improved. The lip I have again lessened as you advised & done a 15030 good many other softenings to the whole--I know that our 15031 deceased friends are more really with us than when they were 15032 apparent to our mortal part. Thirteen years ago. I lost a 15033 brother & with his spirit I converse daily & hourly in the 15034 Spirit. & See him in my remembrance in the regions of my 15035 Imagination. I hear his advice & even now write from his 15036 Dictate--Forgive me for expressing to you my Enthusiasm which I 15037 wish all to partake of Since it is to me a Source of Immortal 15038 Joy even in this world by it I am the companion of Angels. May 15039 you continue to be so more & more & to be more & more perswaded. 15040 that every Mortal loss is an Immortal Gain. The Ruins of Time 15041 builds Mansions in Eternity.--I have also sent A Proof of 15042 Pericles for your Remarks thanking you for the kindness with 15043 which you Express them & feeling heartily your Grief with a 15044 brothers Sympathy 15045 I remain Dear Sir Your humble Servant 15046 WILLIAM BLAKE

15047 [To] Mr [George] Cumberland, Bishopsgate, 15048 Windsor Great Park

15049 13 Hercules Buildings, Lambeth, 2 July 1800 15050 Dear Cumberland 15051 I have to congratulate you on your plan for a National 15052 Gallery being put into Execution. All your wishes shall in due 15053 time be fulfilled the immense flood of Grecian light & glory 15054 which is coming on Europe will more than realize our warmest 15055 wishes. Your honours will be unbounded when your plan shall be 15056 carried into Execution as it must be if England continues a 15057 Nation. I hear that it is now in the hands of Ministers That the 15058 King shews it great Countenance & Encouragement, that it will 15059 soon be up before Parliament & that it must be extended 15060 & enlarged to take in Originals both of Painting & Sculpture by 15061 considering Every valuable original that is brought into England 15062 or can be purchasd Abroad as its objects of Acquisition. Such is 15063 the Plan as I am told & such must be the plan if England wishes 15064 to continue at all worth notice as you have yourself observd only 15065 now we must possess Originals as well as France or be Nothing 15066 Excuse I intreat you my not returning Thanks at the proper 15067 moment for your kind present. No perswasion could make my 15068 stupid bead believe that it was proper for me to trouble you with 15069 a letter of meer Compliment & Expression of thanks. I begin to 15070 Emerge from a Deep pit of Melancholy, Melancholy without any real 15071 reason for it, a Disease which God keep you from & all good men. 15072 Our artists of all ranks praise your outlines & wish for more. 15073 Flaxman is very warm in your commendation & more and more of A 15074 Grecian. Mr Hayley has lately mentiond your Work on outline in 15075 Notes to [Epistles on Sculpture] an Essay on Sculpture 15076 in Six Epistles to John Flaxman, I have been too little among 15077 friends which I fear they will not Excuse & I know not how to 15078 [gi] apologize for. Poor Fuseli sore from the lash of 15079 Envious tongues praises you & dispraises with the same breath he 15080 is not naturally good natured but he is artificially very ill 15081 natured yet even from him I learn the Estimation you are held in 15082 among artists & connoisseurs. 15083 I am still Employd in making Designs & little Pictures with 15084 now & then an Engraving & find that in future to live will not be 15085 so difficult as it has been It is very Extraordinary that London 15086 in so few years from a City of meer Necessaries or at l[e]ast a 15087 commerce of the lowest order of luxuries should have become a 15088 City of Elegance in some degree & that its once stupid 15089 inhabitants should enter into an Emulation of Grecian manners. 15090 There are now I believe as many Booksellers as there are Butchers 15091 & as many Printshops as of any other trade We remember when a 15092 Print shop was a rare bird in London & I myself remember when I 15093 thought my pursuits of Art a kind of Criminal Dissipation & 15094 neglect of the main chance which I hid my face for not being able 15095 to abandon as a Passion which is forbidden by Law & Religion, but 15096 now

15097 it appears to be Law & Gospel too, at least I hear so from the 15098 few friends I have dared to visit in my stupid Melancholy. 15099 Excuse this communication of sentiments which I felt necessary to 15100 my repose at this time. I feel very strongly that I neglect my 15101 Duty to my Friends, but It is not want of Gratitude or Friendship 15102 but perhaps an Excess of both. 15103 Let me hear of your welfare. Remember My & My Wifes 15104 Respectful Compliments to Mrs Cumberland & Family 15105 & believe me to be for Ever 15106 Yours 15107 WILLIAM BLAKE

15108 [To] Mr [John] Flaxman, Buckingham Street, 15109 Fitzroy Square

15110 My Dearest Friend, 15111 It is to you I owe All my present Happiness It is to you I 15112 owe perhaps the Principal Happiness of my life. I have presumd 15113 on your friendship in staying so long away & not calling to know 15114 of your welfare but hope, now every thing is nearly completed for 15115 our removal [from] <to> Felpham, that I shall see you on Sunday 15116 as we have appointed Sunday afternoon to [ca]ll on Mrs Flaxman at 15117 Hempstead. I send you a few lines which I hope you will Excuse. 15118 And As the time is now arrivd when Men shall again converse in 15119 Heaven & walk with Angels I know you will be pleased with the 15120 Intention & hope you will forgive the Poetry.

15121 To My Dearest Friend John Flaxman these lines

15122 I bless thee O Father of Heaven & Earth that ever I saw Flaxmans face 15123 Angels stand round my Spirit in Heaven. the blessed of Heaven are my friends upon Earth 15124 When Flaxman was taken to Italy. Fuseli was giv'n to me for a season 15125 And now Flaxman hath given me Hayley his friend to be mine such my lot upon Earth 15126 Now my lot in the Heavens is this; Milton lovd me in childhood & shewd me his face 15127 Ezra came with Isaiah the Prophet, but Shakespeare in riper years gave me his hand 15128 Paracelsus & Behmen appeard to me. terrors appeard in the Heavens above

15129 And in Hell beneath & a mighty & awful change threatend the Earth 15130 The American War began All its dark horrors passed before my face 15131 Across the Atlantic to France. Then the French Revolution commencd in thick clouds 15132 And My Angels have told me. that seeing such visions I could not subsist on the Earth 15133 But by my conjunction with Flaxman who knows to forgive Nervous Fear 15134 I remain for Ever Yours 15135 WILLIAM BLAKE

15136 Be so kind as to Read & then Seal the Inclosed & send it on 15137 its much beloved Mission

15138 H[ercules] B[uildings] Lambeth, 14 Sepr 1800

15139 My Dearest Friend 15140 I hope you will not think we could forget your Services to 15141 us. or any way neglect to love & remember with affection even the 15142 hem of your garment. we indeed presume on your kindness in 15143 neglecting to have calld on you since my Husbands <first> return 15144 from Felpham. We have been incessantly busy in our great removal 15145 but can never think of going without first paying our proper duty 15146 to you & Mr Flaxman. We intend to call on Sunday afternoon in 15147 Hampstead. to take farewell All things being now nearly completed 15148 for our setting forth on Tuesday Morning. it is only Sixty Miles 15149 & [London] <Lambeth> was On[e]-Hundred for the terrible 15150 desart of London was between My husband has been obliged to 15151 finish several things necessary to be finishd before our 15152 migration the Swallows call us fleeting past our window at this 15153 moment. O how we delight in talking of the pleasure we shall have 15154 in preparing you a summer bower at Felpham. & we not only talk 15155 but behold the Angels of our journey have inspired a song to you

15156 To my dear Friend Mrs Anna Flaxman

15157 This Song to the flower of Flaxmans joy 15158 To the blossom of hope for a sweet decoy 15159 Do all that you can or all that you may 15160 To entice him to Felpham & far away

15161 Away to Sweet Felpham for Heaven is there 15162 The Ladder of Angels descends thro the air 15163 On the Turret its spiral does softly descend 15164 Thro' the village then winds at My Cot i[t] does end <t1530>

15165 You stand in the village & look up to heaven 15166 The precious stones glitter on flights seventy seven 15167 And My Brother is there & My Friend & Thine 15168 Descend & Ascend with the Bread & the Wine

15169 The Bread of sweet Thought & the Wine of Delight 15170 Feeds the Village of Felpham by day & by night 15171 And at his own door the blessd Hermit does stand 15172 Dispensing Unceasing to all the whole Land 15173 W. BLAKE

15174 Recieve my & my husbands love & affection & believe me to be 15175 Yours affectionately 15176 [W] CATHERINE BLAKE

15177 To William Hayley Esqre at Miss Pooles, Lavant 15178 near Chichester, Sussex

15179 H[ercules] B[uldings] Lambeth Sept 16. 1800

15180 Leader of My Angels 15181 My Dear & too careful & over joyous Woman has Exhausted her 15182 strength to such a degree with expectation & gladness added to 15183 labour in our removal that I fear it will be Thursday before we 15184 can get away from this---- City I shall not be able to avail 15185 myself of the assistance of Brunos fairies. But I invoke the 15186 Good Genii that Surround Miss Pooles Villa to shine upon my 15187 journey thro the Petworth road which by your fortunate advice I 15188 mean to take but whether I come on Wednesday or Thursday That Day 15189 shall be marked on my calendar with a Star of the first magnitude 15190 Eartham will be my first temple & altar My wife is like a 15191 flame of many colours of precious jewels whenever she hears it 15192 named Excuse my haste & recieve my hearty Love & Respect 15193 I am Dear Sir 15194 Your Sincere 15195 WILLIAM BLAKE

15196 My fingers Emit sparks of fire with Expectation of my future 15197 labours

15198 [To] Mr [John] Flaxman, Buckingham Street, 15199 Fitzroy Square, London

15200 Felpham Septr. 21. . 1800 Sunday Morning

15201 Dear Sculptor of Eternity 15202 We are safe arrived at our Cottage which is more beautiful 15203 than I thought it. & more convenient. It is a perfect Model for 15204 Cottages & I think for Palaces of Magnificence only Enlarging not 15205 altering its proportions & adding ornaments & not principals. 15206 Nothing can be more Grand than its Simplicity & Usefulness. 15207 Simple without Intricacy it seems to be the Spontaneous Effusion 15208 of Humanity congenial to the wants of Man. No other formed House 15209 can ever please me so well nor shall I ever be perswaded I 15210 believe that it can be improved either in Beauty or Use 15211 Mr Hayley recievd us with his usual brotherly affection. I 15212 have begun to work. Felpham is a sweet place for Study. because 15213 it is more Spiritual than London Heaven opens here on all sides 15214 her golden Gates her windows are not obstructed by 15215 vapours. . voices of Celestial inhabitants are more distinctly 15216 heard & their forms more distinctly seen & my Cottage is also a 15217 Shadow of their houses. My Wife & Sister are both well. courting 15218 Neptune for an Embrace 15219 Our journey was very pleasant & tho we had a great deal of 15220 Luggage. No Grumbling all was Chearfulness & Good Humour on the 15221 Road & yet we could not arrive at our Cottage before half past 15222 Eleven at night. owing to the necessary shifting of our Luggage 15223 from one Chaise to another for we had Seven Different Chaises & 15224 as many different drivers We s[e]t out between Six & Seven in 15225 the Morning of Thursday. with Sixteen heavy boxes & portfolios 15226 full of prints. And Now Begins a New life. because another 15227 covering of Earth is shaken off. I am more famed in Heaven for 15228 my works than I could well concieve In my Brain are studies & 15229 Chambers filld with books & pictures of old which I wrote & 15230 painted in ages of Eternity. before my mortal life & whose works 15231 are the delight & Study of Archangels. Why then should I be 15232 anxious about the riches or fame of mortality. The Lord our 15233 father will do for us & with us according to his Divine will for 15234 our Good 15235 You O Dear Flaxman are a Sublime Archangel My Friend & 15236 Companion from Eternity in the Divine bosom is our Dwelling place 15237 I look back into the regions of Reminiscence & behold our ancient 15238 days before this Earth appeard in its vegetated mortality to my 15239 mortal vegetated Eyes. I see our houses of Eternity which can 15240 never be separated tho our Mortal vehicles should stand at the 15241 remotest corners of heaven from Each other 15242 Farewell My Best Friend Remember Me & My Wife in Love & 15243 Friendship to our Dear Mrs Flaxman whom we ardently desire to 15244 Entertain beneath our thatched roof of rusted gold & believe me 15245 for ever to remain 15246 Your Grateful & Affectionate 15247 WILLIAM BLAKE

15248 [To] Mr [Thomas] Butts, Gt Marlborough Street 15249 near Oxford Street, London

15250 Dear Friend of My Angels 15251 We are safe arrived at our Cottage without accident or 15252 hindrance tho it was between Eleven & Twelve OClock at night 15253 before we could get home, owing to the necessary shifting of our 15254 boxes & portfolios from one Chaise to another. We had Seven 15255 different Chaises & as many different drivers. All upon the road 15256 was chearfulness & welcome tho our luggage was very heavy there 15257 was no grumbling at all. We traveld thro a most beautiful 15258 country on a most glorious day. Our Cottage is more beautiful 15259 than I thought it also more convenient. for tho Small it is 15260 well proportiond & if I should ever build a Palace it would be 15261 only My Cottage Enlarged. Please to tell Mr Butts that we have 15262 dedicated a Chamber to her Service & that it has a very fine view 15263 Of the Sea. Mr Hayley recievd me with his usual brotherly 15264 affection. My Wife & Sister are both very well & courting 15265 Neptune for an Embrace, whose terrors this morning made them 15266 afraid but whose mildness is often Equal to his terrors The 15267 Villagers of Felpham are not meer Rustics they are polite & 15268 modest. Meat is cheaper than in London but the sweet air & the 15269 voices of winds trees & birds & the odours of the happy ground 15270 makes it a dwelling for immortals. Work will go on here with God 15271 speed--. A roller & two harrows lie before my window. I met a 15272 plow on my first going out at my gate the first morning after my 15273 arrival & the Plowboy said to the Plowman. "Father The Gate is 15274 Open"--I have begun to Work & find that I can work with greater 15275 pleasure than ever. Hope soon to give you a proof that Felpham 15276 is propitious to the Arts. 15277 God bless you. I shall wish for you on Tuesday Evening as 15278 usual. Pray give My & My wife & sisters love & respects to Mr. 15279 Butts, accept them yourself & believe me for ever 15280 Your affectionate & obliged Friend 15281 WILLIAM BLAKE

15282 My Sister will be in town in a week & bring with her your account 15283 & whatever else I can finish. Direct to Mr Blake: Felpham 15284 near Chichester, Sussex

15285 [To] Mr [Thomas] Butts, Great Marlborough Street

15286 Felpham Octr 2d 1800

15287 Friend of Religion & Order 15288 I thank you for your very beautiful & encouraging Verses 15289 which I account a Crown of Laurels & I also thank you for your 15290 reprehension of follies by me

15291 fosterd. Your prediction will I hope be fulfilled in me. & in 15292 future I am the determined advocate of Religion & Humility the 15293 two bands of Society. Having been so full of the Business of 15294 Settling the sticks & feathers of my nest. I have not got any 15295 forwarder with the three Marys or with any other of your 15296 commissions but hope, now I have commenced a new life of industry 15297 to do credit to that new life by Improved Works: Recieve from me 15298 a return of verses such as Felpham produces by me tho not 15299 such as she produces by her Eldest Son. however such as they 15300 are. I cannot resist the temptation to send them to you

15301 To my Friend Butts I write 15302 My first Vision of Light 15303 On the yellow sands sitting 15304 The Sun was Emitting 15305 His Glorious beams 15306 From Heavens high Streams 15307 Over Sea over Land 15308 My Eyes did Expand 15309 Into regions of air 15310 Away from all Care 15311 Into regions of fire 15312 Remote from Desire 15313 The Light of the Morning 15314 Heavens Mountains adorning 15315 In particles bright 15316 The jewels of Light 15317 Distinct shone & clear-- 15318 Amazd & in fear 15319 I each particle gazed 15320 Astonishd Amazed 15321 For each was a Man 15322 Human formd. Swift I ran 15323 For they beckond to me 15324 Remote by the Sea 15325 Saying. Each grain of Sand 15326 Every Stone on the Land 15327 Each rock & each hill 15328 Each fountain & rill 15329 Each herb & each tree 15330 Mountain hill Earth & Sea 15331 Cloud Meteor & Star 15332 Are Men Seen Afar 15333 I stood in the Streams 15334 Of Heavens bright beams 15335 And Saw Felpham sweet 15336 Beneath my bright feet

15337 In soft Female charms 15338 And in her fair arms 15339 My Shadow I knew 15340 And my wifes shadow too 15341 And My Sister & Friend. 15342 We like Infants descend 15343 In our Shadows on Earth 15344 Like a weak mortal birth 15345 My Eyes more & more 15346 Like a Sea without shore 15347 Continue Expanding 15348 The Heavens commanding 15349 Till the jewels of Light 15350 Heavenly Men beaming bright 15351 Appeard as One Man 15352 Who Complacent began 15353 My limbs to infold 15354 In his beams of bright gold 15355 Like dross purgd away 15356 All my mire & my clay 15357 Soft consumd in delight 15358 In his bosom sun bright 15359 I remaind. Soft he smild 15360 And I heard his voice Mild 15361 Saying This is My Fold 15362 O thou Ram hornd with gold 15363 Who awakest from sleep 15364 On the sides of the Deep 15365 On the Mountains around 15366 The roarings resound 15367 Of the lion & wolf 15368 The loud sea & deep gulf 15369 These are guards of My Fold 15370 O thou Ram hornd with gold 15371 And the voice faded mild 15372 I remaind as a Child 15373 All I ever had known 15374 Before me bright Shone 15375 I saw you & your wife 15376 By the fountains of Life 15377 Such the Vision to me 15378 Appeard on the Sea

15379 Mrs Butts will I hope Excuse my not having finishd the 15380 Portrait. I wait for less hurried moments. Our Cottage looks 15381 more & more beautiful. And tho the weather is wet, the Air is 15382 very Mild. much Milder than it was in London

15383 when we came away. Chichester is a very handsom City Seven miles 15384 from us we can get most Conveniences there. The Country is not 15385 so destitute of accomodations to our wants as I expected it would 15386 be We have had but little time for viewing the Country but what 15387 we have seen is Most Beautiful & the People are Genuine Saxons 15388 handsomer than the people [ar] about London. Mrs Butts 15389 will Excuse the following lines

15390 To Mrs Butts

15391 Wife of the Friend of those I most revere. 15392 Recieve this tribute from a Harp sincere 15393 Go on in Virtuous Seed sowing on Mold 15394 Of Human Vegetation & Behold 15395 Your Harvest Springing to Eternal life 15396 Parent of Youthful Minds & happy Wife 15397 W B-- 15398 I am for Ever Yours


15400 Felpham 26th November, 1800

15401 Dear Sir, 15402 Absorbed by the poets Milton, Homer, Camoens, Ercilla, 15403 Ariosto, and Spenser, whose physiognomies have been my delightful 15404 study, Little Tom has been of late unattended to, and my 15405 wife's illness not being quite gone off, she has not printed any 15406 more since you went to London. But we can muster a few in 15407 colours and some in black which I hope will be no less favour'd 15408 tho' they are rough like rough sailors. We mean to begin 15409 printing again to-morrow. Time flies very fast and very 15410 merrily. I sometimes try to be miserable that I may do more 15411 work, but find it is a foolish experiment. Happinesses have 15412 wings and wheels; miseries are leaden legged and their whole 15413 employment is to clip the wings and to take off the wheels of 15414 our chariots. We determine, therefore, to be happy and do all 15415 that we can, tho' not all that we would. Our dear friend 15416 Flaxman is the theme of my emulation in this industry, as well 15417 as in other virtues and merits. Gladly I hear of his full 15418 health and spirits. Happy son of the Immortal Phidias, his lot 15419 is truly glorious, and mine no less happy in his friendship and 15420 in that of his friends. Our cottage is surrounded by the same 15421 guardians you left with us; they keep off every wind. We hear 15422 the west howl at a distance, the south bounds on high over our 15423 thatch, and smiling on our cottage says: "You lay too low for my 15424 anger to injure." As to the east and north I believe they cannot 15425 get past the turret.

15426 My wife joins me in duty and affection to you. Please to 15427 remember us both in love to Mr. and Mrs. Flaxman, and believe me 15428 to be your affectionate, 15429 Enthusiastic, hope-fostered visionary, 15430 WILLIAM BLAKE 15431 Felpham May 10. 1801

15432 My Dear Sir 15433 The necessary application to my Duty as well to my old as 15434 new Friends has prevented me from that respect I owe in 15435 particular to you. And your accustomed forgiveness of My want of 15436 dexterity in certain points Emboldens me to hope that Forgiveness 15437 to be continued to me a little longer. When I shall be Enabled 15438 to throw off all obstructions to success. 15439 Mr Hayley acts like a Prince. I am at complete Ease. but I 15440 wish to do my Duty especially to you who were the praecursor of 15441 my present Fortune[.] I never will send you a picture unworthy 15442 of my present proficienc. I soon shall send you several my 15443 present engagements are in Miniature Painting Miniature is become 15444 a Goddess in my Eyes & my Friends in Sussex say that I Excell in 15445 the pursuit. I have a great many orders & they Multiply 15446 Now--let me intreat you to give me orders to furnish every 15447 accomodation in my power to recieve you & Mrs Butts I know my 15448 Cottage is too narrow for your Ease & comfort we have one room in 15449 which we could make a bed to lodge you both & if this is 15450 sufficient it is at your service. but as beds & rooms & 15451 accomodations are easily procurd by one on the spot permit me to 15452 offer my service in either way either in my cottage or in a 15453 lod[g]ing in the village as is most agreeable to you if you & 15454 Mrs Butts should think Bognor a pleasant relief from business in 15455 the Summer. It will give me the utmost delight to do my best 15456 Sussex is certainly a happy place & Felpham in particular is 15457 the sweetest spot on Earth at least it is so to me & My Good Wife 15458 who desires her kindest Love to Mrs Butts & yourself accept mine 15459 also & believe me to remain 15460 Your devoted 15461 WILL BLAKE

15462 [To] Mr Butts, Great Marlborough Street, London

15463 September 11. 1801 [See below]

15464 My Dear Sir 15465 I hope you will continue to excuse my want of steady 15466 perseverance by which want I am still so much your debtor & you 15467 so much my Credit-er but such as I can be I will: I can be 15468 grateful & I can soon Send you some of your designs which I have 15469 nearly completed. In the mean time by my Sisters hands I 15470 transmit to Mrs Butts an attempt [to] at your likeness 15471 which I hope She who is the best judge will think like[.] Time 15472 flies faster, (as seems to me), here than in London I labour 15473 incessantly & accomplish not one half of what I intend because my 15474 Abstract folly hurries me often away while I am at work, carrying 15475 me over Mountains & Valleys which are not Real in a Land of 15476 Abstraction where Spectres of the Dead wander. This I endeavour 15477 to prevent & with my whole might chain my feet to the world of 15478 Duty & Reality. but in vain! the faster I bind the better is the 15479 Ballast for I so far from being bound down take the world with me 15480 in my flights & often it seems lighter than a ball of wool rolled 15481 by the wind Bacon & Newton would prescribe ways of making the 15482 world heavier to me & Pitt would prescribe distress for a 15483 medicinal potion. but as none on Earth can give me Mental 15484 Distress, & I know that all Distress inflicted by Heaven is a 15485 Mercy. a Fig for all Corporeal Such Distress is My mock & scorn. 15486 Alas wretched happy ineffectual labourer of times moments that I 15487 am! who shall deliver me from this Spirit of Abstraction & 15488 Improvidence. Such my Dear Sir Is the truth of my state. & I 15489 tell it you in palliation of my seeming neglect of your most 15490 pleasant orders. but I have not neglected them & yet a Year is 15491 rolled over & only now I approach the prospect of sending you 15492 some which you may expect soon. I should have sent them by My 15493 Sister but as the Coach goes three times a week to London & they 15494 [shall] will arrive as safe as with her. I shall have 15495 an opportunity of inclosing several together which are not yet 15496 completed. I thank you again & again for your generous 15497 forbearance of which I have need--& now I must express my wishes 15498 to see you at Felpham & to shew you Mr Hayleys Library. which is 15499 still unfinishd but is in a finishing way & looks well. I ought 15500 also to mention my Extreme disappointment at Mr Johnsons 15501 forgetfulness, who appointed to call on you but did Not. He is 15502 also a happy Abstract known by all his Friends as the most 15503 innocent forgetter of his own Interests. He is nephew to <the 15504 late> Mr Cowper the Poet you would like him much I continue 15505 painting Miniatures & Improve more & more as all my friends tell 15506 me. but my Principal labour at this time is Engraving Plates for 15507 Cowpers Life a Work of Magnitude which Mr Hayley is now 15508 Labouring with all his matchless industry & which will be a most 15509 valuable acquisition to Literature not only on account of Mr 15510 Hayleys composition but also as it will contain Letters of Cowper 15511 to his friends Perhaps or rather Certainly the very best letters 15512 that ever were published

15513 My wife joins with me in Love to You & Mrs Butts hoping 15514 that her joy is now increased & yours also in an increase of 15515 family & of health & happiness 15516 I remain Dear Sir 15517 Ever Yours Sincerely 15518 WILLIAM BLAKE--

15519 Felpham Cottage 15520 of Cottages the prettiest 15521 September 11. 1801

15522 Next time I have the happiness to see you I am determined to 15523 paint another Portrait of you from Life in my best manner for 15524 Memory will not do in such minute operations. for I have now 15525 discoverd that without Nature before the painters Eye he can 15526 never produce any thing in the walks of Natural Painting 15527 Historical Designing is one thing & Portrait Painting another & 15528 they are as Distinct as any two Arts can be Happy would that Man 15529 be who could unite them

15530 P.S. Please to Remember our best respects to Mr Birch & 15531 tell him that Felpham Men are the mildest of the human race if it 15532 is the will of Providence they shall be the wisest We hope that 15533 he will next Summer joke us face to face--God bless you all

15534 I have sent all the sketches of this subject that I ever 15535 have produced. The others of the Presentation I have studied, 15536 but not yet put on paper. You shall have that in a shorter time 15537 than I have taken about this, as I have nearly got rid of 15538 engraving, and feel myself perfectly happy. I am full of 15539 business thank God, and you and Mr Flaxman. 15540 To Mr Flaxman, Sculptor, Buckingham Street, 15541 Fitzroy Square, London

15542 Oct 19 1801 [Postmark: 21 Octob] 15543 Dear Flaxman, 15544 I rejoice to hear that your Great Work is accomplish'd. 15545 Peace opens the way to greater still, The Kingdoms of this World 15546 are now become the Kingdoms of God & his Christ, & we shall reign 15547 with him for ever & ever. The Reign of Literature & the Arts 15548 Commences. Blessed are those who are found

15549 studious of Literature & Humane & polite accomplishments. Such 15550 have their lamps burning & such shall shine as the stars. 15551 Mr Thomas, your friend to whom you was so kind as to make 15552 honourable mention of me, has been at Felpham & did me the favor 15553 to call on me, I have promis'd him to send my designs for Comus 15554 when I have done them, directed to you. 15555 Now I hope to see the Great Works of Art, as they are so 15556 near to Felpham, Paris being scarce further off than London. But 15557 I hope that France & England will henceforth be as One Country 15558 and their Arts One, & that you will Ere long be erecting 15559 Monuments In Paris--Emblems of Peace. 15560 My wife joins with me in love to You & Mrs Flaxman. 15561 I remain, Yours Sincerely 15562 WILLIAM BLAKE

15563 I have just seen Weller--all yr Friends in the south are 15564 willing to await yr Leisure for Works of Marble, but Weller says 15565 it would soothe & comfort the good sister of the upright 15566 Mr. D. to see a little sketch from yr Hand. adio.

15567 [To] Mr Butts, Gr Marlborough Street

15568 Felpham Novr. 22: 1802

15569 Dear Sir 15570 My Brother tells me that he fears you are offended with me. 15571 I fear so too because there appears some reason why you might be 15572 so. But when you have heard me out you will not be so 15573 I have now given two years to the intense study of those 15574 parts of the art which relate to light & shade & colour & am 15575 Convincd that either my understanding is incapable of 15576 comprehending the beauties of Colouring or the Pictures which I 15577 painted for You Are Equal in Every part of the Art & superior in 15578 One to any thing that has been done since the age of 15579 Rafael.--<All> Sr J Reynolds's discourses <to the Royal Academy> 15580 will shew. that the Venetian finesse in Art can never be united 15581 with the Majesty of Colouring necessary to Historical beauty. & 15582 in a letter to the Revd Mr Gilpin author of a work on 15583 Picturesque Scenery he says Thus "It may be worth consideration 15584 whether the epithet Picturesque is not applicable to the 15585 excellencies of the inferior Schools rather than to the higher. 15586 The works of Michael Angelo Rafael &/c appear to me to have 15587 nothing of it: whereas Rubens & the Venetian Painters may almost 15588 be said to have Nothing Else.--Perhaps Picturesque is somewhat 15589 synonymous to the word Taste which we should think improperly 15590 applied to Homer or Milton but very well to Prior or Pope. I 15591 suspect that the application of these words are to Excellencies 15592 of an inferior order & which are incompatible with the Grand 15593 Style You are certainly right in saying that Variety of Tints & 15594 Forms is Picturesque: but it must be rememberd on the other hand.

15595 that the reverse of this--(uniformity of Colour & a long 15596 continuation of lines) produces Grandeur"------So Says S/ir 15597 Joshua and So say I for I have now proved that the parts of the 15598 art which I neglected to display in those little pictures & 15599 drawings which I had the pleasure & profit to do for you are 15600 incompatible with the designs--There is nothing in the Art which 15601 our Painters do. that I can confess myself ignorant of I also 15602 Know & Understand & can assuredly affirm that the works I have 15603 done for You are Equal to Carrache or Rafael (and I am now Seven 15604 years older than Rafael was when he died) I say they are Equal to 15605 Carrache or Rafael or Else I am Blind Stupid Ignorant and 15606 Incapable in two years Study to understand those things which a 15607 Boarding School Miss can comprehend in a fortnight. Be assured 15608 My dear Friend that there is not one touch in those Drawings & 15609 Pictures but what came from my Head & my Heart in Unison. That I 15610 am Proud of being their Author and Grateful to you my Employer. & 15611 that I look upon you as the Chief of my Friends whom I would 15612 endeavour to please because you among all men have enabled me to 15613 produce these things. I would not send you a Drawing or a 15614 Picture till I had again reconsiderd my notions of Art & had put 15615 myself back as if I was a learner I have proved that I am Right & 15616 shall now Go on with the Vigor I was in my Childhood famous for 15617 But I do not pretend to be Perfect. but if my Works have 15618 faults Caracche Corregios & Rafaels have faults also. let me 15619 observe that the yellow leather flesh of old men the ill drawn & 15620 ugly young women & above all the dawbed black & yellow shadows 15621 that are found in most fine ay & the finest pictures. I 15622 altogether reject as ruinous to Effect tho Connoisseurs may think 15623 otherwise. 15624 Let me also notice that Carraches Pictures are not like 15625 Correggios nor Correggios like Rafaels & if neither of them was 15626 to be encouraged till he did like any of the others be must die 15627 without Encouragement My Pictures are unlike any of these 15628 Painters & I would have them to be so I think the manner I adopt 15629 More Perfect than any other no doubt They thought the same of 15630 theirs 15631 You will be tempted to think that As I improve The 15632 Pictures &/c that I did for you are not what I would now wish 15633 them to be. On this I beg to say That they are What I intended 15634 them & that I know I never shall do better for if I was to do 15635 them over again they would lose as much as they gaind because 15636 they were done in the heat of My Spirits 15637 But You will justly enquire why I have not written All this 15638 time to you? I answer I have been very Unhappy & could not think 15639 of troubling you about it or any of my real Friends (I have 15640 written many letters to you which I burnd & did not send) & why I 15641 have not before now finishd the Miniature I promissd to Mrs 15642 Butts? I answer I have not till now in any degree pleased myself 15643 & now I must intreat you to Excuse faults for Portrait Painting 15644 is the direct contrary to Designing & Historical Painting in 15645 every respect--If you have not Nature before you for Every Touch 15646 you cannot Paint Portrait. & if you have Nature before you at all 15647 you cannot Paint History it was Michall Angelos opinion & is 15648 Mine. Pray Give My Wife's love with mine to Mrs Butts assure 15649 her that it cannot be long before I have the pleasure of Painting 15650 from you in Person & then that She may Expect a likeness but now 15651 I have done All I

15652 could & know she will forgive any failure in consideration of the 15653 Endeavour. 15654 And now let me finish with assuring you that Tho I have been 15655 very unhappy I am so no longer I am again Emerged into the light 15656 of Day I still & shall to Eternity Embrace Christianity and Adore 15657 him who is the Express image of God but I have traveld thro 15658 Perils & Darkness not unlike a Champion I have Conquerd and shall 15659 still Go on Conquering Nothing can withstand the fury of my 15660 Course among the Stars of God & in the Abysses of the Accuser My 15661 Enthusiasm is still what it was only Enlarged and confirmd 15662 I now Send Two Pictures & hope you will approve of them I 15663 have inclosed the Account of Money recievd & Work done which I 15664 ought long ago to have sent you pray forgive Errors in omissions 15665 of this kind I am incapable of many attentions which it is my 15666 Duty to observe towards you thro multitude of employment & thro 15667 hope of soon seeing you again I often omit to Enquire of you But 15668 pray let me now hear how you do & of the welfare of your family 15669 Accept my Sincere love & respect 15670 I remain Yours Sincerely 15671 WILLm BLAKE 15672 A Piece of Sea Weed Serves for a Barometer [i]t gets wet & 15673 dry as the weather gets so

15674 [To Thomas Butts, 22 November 1802]

15675 Dear Sir 15676 After I had finishd my Letter I found that I had not said 15677 half what I intended to say & in particular I wish to ask you 15678 what subject you choose to be painted on the remaining Canvas 15679 which I brought down with me (for there were three) and to tell 15680 you that several of the Drawings were in great forwardness you 15681 will see by the Inclosed Account that the remaining Number of 15682 Drawings which you gave me orders for is Eighteen I will finish 15683 these with all possible Expedition if indeed I have not tired you 15684 or as it is politely calld Bored you too much already or if you 15685 would rather cry out Enough Off Off! tell me in a Letter of 15686 forgiveness if you were offended & of accustomd friendship if you 15687 were not. But I will bore you more with some Verses which My 15688 Wife desires me to Copy out & send you with her kind love & 15689 Respect they were Composed <above> a twelvemonth ago [in 15690 a] <while> Walk<ing> from Felpham to Lavant to meet my 15691 Sister

15692 With happiness stretchd across the hills 15693 In a cloud that dewy sweetness distills 15694 With a blue sky spread over with wings 15695 And a mild sun that mounts & sings 15696 With trees & fields full of Fairy elves 15697 And little devils who fight for themselves 15698 Remembring the Verses that Hayley sung <t1532>

15699 When my heart knockd against the root of my tongue 15700 With Angels planted in Hawthorn bowers 15701 And God himself in the passing hours 15702 With Silver Angels across my way 15703 And Golden Demos that none can stay 15704 With my Father hovering upon the wind 15705 And my Brother Robert just behind 15706 And my Brother John the evil one 15707 In a black cloud making his mone 15708 Tho dead they appear upon my path 15709 Notwithstanding my terrible wrath 15710 They beg they intreat they drop their tears 15711 Filld full of hopes filld full of fears 15712 With a thousand Angels upon the Wind 15713 Pouring disconsolate from behind 15714 To drive them off & before my way 15715 A frowning Thistle implores my stay 15716 What to others a trifle appears 15717 Fills me full of smiles or tears 15718 For double the vision my Eyes do see 15719 And a double vision is always with me 15720 With my inward Eye 'tis an old Man grey 15721 With my outward a Thistle across my way 15722 "If thou goest back the thistle said 15723 Thou art to endless woe betrayd 15724 For here does Theotormon lower 15725 And here is Enitharmons bower 15726 And Los the terrible thus hath sworn 15727 Because thou backward dost return 15728 Poverty Envy old age & fear 15729 Shall bring thy Wife upon a bier 15730 And Butts shall give what Fuseli gave 15731 A dark black Rock & a gloomy Cave."

15732 I struck the Thistle with my foot 15733 And broke him up from his delving root 15734 "Must the duties of life each other cross" 15735 "Must every joy be dung & dross" 15736 "Must my dear Butts feel cold neglect" 15737 "Because I give Hayley his due respect' 15738 "Must Flaxman look upon me as wild" 15739 "And all my friends be with doubts beguild' 15740 "Must my Wife live in my Sisters bane" 15741 "Or my sister survive on my Loves pain' 15742 "The curses of Los the terrible shade" 15743 "And his dismal terrors make me afraid"

15744 So I spoke & struck in my wrath 15745 The old man weltering upon my path 15746 Then Los appeard in all his power 15747 In the Sun he appeard descending before 15748 My face in fierce flames in my double sight 15749 Twas outward a Sun: inward Los in his might

15750 "My hands are labourd day & night" 15751 "And Ease comes never in my sight" 15752 "My Wife has no indulgence given" 15753 "Except what comes to her from heaven" 15754 "We eat little we drink less" 15755 "This Earth breeds not our happiness" 15756 "Another Sun feeds our lifes streams" 15757 "We are not warmed with thy beams" 15758 "Thou measurest not the Time to me" 15759 "Nor yet the Space that I do see" 15760 "My Mind is not with thy light arrayd" 15761 "Thy terrors shall not make me afraid"

15762 When I had my Defiance given 15763 The Sun stood trembling in heaven 15764 The Moon that glowd remote below 15765 Became leprous & white as snow 15766 And every Soul of men on the Earth 15767 Felt affliction & sorrow & sickness & dearth 15768 Los flamd in my path & the Sun was hot 15769 With the bows of my Mind & the Arrows of Thought 15770 My bowstring fierce with Ardour breathes 15771 My arrows glow in their golden sheaves 15772 My brothers & father march before 15773 The heavens drop with human gore

15774 Now I a fourfold vision see 15775 And a fourfold vision is given to me 15776 Tis fourfold in my supreme delight 15777 And three fold in soft Beulahs night 15778 And twofold Always. May God us keep 15779 From Single vision & Newtons sleep

15780 I also inclose you some Ballads by Mr Hayley with prints to 15781 them by Your Hble. Servt. I should have sent them before now but 15782 could not get any thing done for You to please myself for I do 15783 assure you that I have truly studied the two little pictures I 15784 now send & do not repent of the time I have spent upon them 15785 God bless you

15786 Yours 15787 W B 15788 P. S. I have taken the liberty to trouble you with a 15789 letter to my Brother which you will be so kind as to send or give 15790 him & oblige yours W B

15791 [To] Mr Butts, Great Marlborough Street, 15792 Oxford Street, London

15793 Felpham Jan/y 10. 180[3] <t1533> 15794 Dear Sir 15795 Your very kind & affectionate Letter & the many kind things 15796 you have said in it: calld upon me for an immediate answer. but 15797 it found My Wife & Myself so Ill & My wife so very ill that till 15798 now I have not been able to do this duty. The Ague & Rheumatism 15799 have been almost her constant Enemies which she has combated in 15800 vain ever since we have been here, & her sickness is always my 15801 sorrow of course But what you tell me about your sight afflicted 15802 me not a little; & that about your health in another part of your 15803 letter makes me intreat you to take due care of both it is a part 15804 of our duty to God & man to take due care of his Gifts & tho we 15805 ought not think more highly of ourselves, yet we ought 15806 to think As highly of ourselves as immortals ought to 15807 think 15808 When I came down here I was more sanguine than I am at 15809 present but it was because I was ignorant of many things which 15810 have since occurred & chiefly the unhealthiness of the place Yet 15811 I do not repent of coming, on a thousand accounts. & Mr H I 15812 doubt not will do ultimately all that both he & I wish that is to 15813 lift me out of difficulty. but this is no easy matter to a man 15814 who having Spiritual Enemies of such formidable magnitude cannot 15815 expect to want natural hidden ones 15816 Your approbation of my pictures is a Multitude to Me & I 15817 doubt not that all your kind wishes in my behalf shall in due 15818 time be fulfilled. Your kind offer of pecuniary assistance I can 15819 only thank you for at present because I have enough to serve my 15820 present purpose here. our expenses are small & or income from 15821 our incessant labour fully adequate to [it] them at 15822 present. I am now engaged in Engraving 6 small plates for a New 15823 Edition of Mr Hayleys Triumphs of Temper. from drawings by Maria 15824 Flaxman sister to my friend the Sculptor and it seems that other 15825 things will follow in course if I do but Copy these well. but 15826 Patience! if Great things do not turn out it is because

15827 such things depend [xxxx] on the Spiritual & not on the 15828 Natural World & if it was fit for me I doubt not that I should be 15829 Employd in Greater things & when it is proper my Talents shall be 15830 properly exercised in Public. as I hope they are now in private. 15831 for till then. I leave no stone unturnd & no path unexplord that 15832 tends to improvement in my beloved Arts. One thing of real 15833 consequence I have accomplishd by coming into the country. which 15834 is to me consolation enough, namely. I have recollected all my 15835 scatterd thoughts on Art & resumed my primitive & original ways 15836 of Execution in both painting & Engraving. which in the confusion 15837 of London I had very much lost & obliterated from my mind. But 15838 whatever becomes of my labours I would rather that they should be 15839 preservd in your Green House (not as you mistakenly call it dung 15840 hill). than in the cold 15841 gallery of fashion.--The Sun may yet shine & then they will be 15842 brought into open air. 15843 But you have so generously & openly desired that I will 15844 divide my griefs with you that I cannot hide what it is now 15845 become my duty to explain--My unhappiness has arisen from a 15846 source which if explord too narrowly might hurt my pecuniary 15847 circumstances. As my dependence is on Engraving at present & 15848 particularly on the Engravings I have in hand for Mr H. & I find 15849 on all hands great objections to my doing any thing but the meer 15850 drudgery of business & intimations that if I do not confine 15851 myself to this I shall not live. this has always pursud me. You 15852 will understand by this the source of all my uneasiness This from 15853 Johnson & Fuseli brought me down here & this from Mr H will 15854 bring me back again for that I cannot live without doing my duty 15855 to lay up treasures in heaven is Certain & Determined & to this I 15856 have long made up my mind & why this should be made an objection 15857 to Me while Drunkenness Lewdness Gluttony & even Idleness itself 15858 does not hurt other men let Satan himself Explain--The Thing I 15859 have most at Heart! more than life or all that seems to make life 15860 comfortable without. Is the Interest of True Religion & Science 15861 & whenever any thing appears to affect that Interest. (Especially 15862 if I myself omit any duty to my [self] <Station> as a 15863 Soldier of Christ) It gives me the greatest of torments, I am not 15864 ashamed afraid or averse to tell You what Ought to be Told. That 15865 I am under the direction of Messengers from Heaven Daily & 15866 Nightly but the nature of such things is not as some suppose. 15867 without trouble or care. Temptations are on the right hand & 15868 left behind the sea of time & space roars & follows swiftly he 15869 who keeps not right onward is lost & if our footsteps slide in 15870 clay how can we do otherwise than fear & tremble. but I should 15871 not have troubled You with this account of my spiritual state 15872 unless it had been necessary in explaining the actual cause of my 15873 uneasiness into which you are so kind as to Enquire for I never 15874 obtrude such things on others unless questiond & then I never 15875 disguise the truth--But if we fear to do the dictates of our 15876 Angels & tremble at the Tasks set before us. if we refuse to do 15877 Spiritual Acts. because of Natural Fears or Natural Desires! Who 15878 can describe the dismal torments of such a state!--I too well 15879 remember the Threats I heard!--If you who are organized by Divine 15880 Providence for Spiritual communion. Refuse & bury your Talent in 15881 the Earth even tho you should want Natural Bread. Sorrow & 15882 Desperation

15883 pursues you thro life! & after death shame & confusion of face to 15884 eternity--Every one in Eternity will leave you aghast at the Man 15885 who was crownd with glory & honour by his brethren & betrayd 15886 their cause to their enemies. You will be calld the base Judas 15887 who betrayd his Friend!--Such words would make any Stout man 15888 tremble & how then could I be at ease? But I am now no longer in 15889 That State & now go on again with my Task Fearless. and tho my 15890 path is difficult. I have no fear of stumbling while I keep it 15891 My wife desires her kindest Love to Mrs Butts & I have 15892 permitted her to send it to you also. we often wish that we could 15893 unite again in Society & hope that the time is not distant when 15894 we shall do so. being determind not to remain another winter 15895 here but to return to London

15896 I hear a voice you cannot hear that says I must not stay <t1534> 15897 I see a hand you cannot see that beckons me away

15898 Naked we came here naked of Natural things & naked we shall 15899 return. but while clothd with the Divine Mercy we are richly 15900 clothd in Spiritual & suffer all the rest gladly Pray give my 15901 Love to Mrs Butts & your family I am Yours Sincerely

15902 WILLIAM BLAKE 15903 P.S. Your Obliging proposal of Exhibiting my two Pictures 15904 likewise calls for my thanks I will finish the other & then we 15905 shall judge of the matter with certainty

15906 Felpham Jan/y 30--1803. 15907 Dear Brother 15908 Your Letter mentioning Mr Butts's account of my Ague 15909 surprized me because I have no Ague but have had a Cold this 15910 Winter. You know that it is my way to make the best of every 15911 thing. I never make myself nor my friends uneasy if I can help 15912 it. My Wife has had Agues & Rheumatisms almost ever since she 15913 has been here, but our time is almost out that we took the 15914 Cottage for. I did not mention our Sickness to you & should not 15915 to Mr Butts but for a determination which we have lately made 15916 namely To leave This Place--because I am now certain of what I 15917 have long doubted Viz [that H] is jealous as Stothard 15918 was & will be no further My friend than he is compelld by 15919 circumstances. The truth is As a Poet he is frightend at me & as 15920 a Painter his views & mine are opposite he thinks to turn me into 15921 a Portrait Painter as he did Poor Romney, but this he nor all the 15922 devils in hell will never do. I must own that seeing H. like S 15923 Envious (& that he is I am now certain) made me very uneasy, but 15924 it is over & I now defy the worst & fear not while I am true to 15925 myself which I will be. This is the uneasiness I spoke of to Mr 15926 Butts but

15927 I did not tell him so plain & wish you to keep it a secret & to 15928 burn this letter because it speaks so plain I told Mr Butts that 15929 I did not wish to Explore too much the cause of our determination 15930 to leave Felpham because of pecuniary connexions between H & 15931 me--Be not then uneasy on any account & tell my Sister not to be 15932 uneasy for I am fully Employd & Well Paid I have made it so much 15933 H's interest to employ me that he can no longer treat me with 15934 indifference & now it is in my power to stay or return or remove 15935 to any other place that I choose, because I am getting before 15936 hand in money matters The Profits arising from Publications are 15937 immense & I now have it in my power to commence publication with 15938 many very formidable works, which I have finishd & ready A Book 15939 price half a guinea may be got out at the Expense of Ten pounds & 15940 its almost certain profits are 500 G. I am only sorry that I did 15941 not know the methods of publishing years ago & this is one of the 15942 numerous benefits I have obtaind by coming here for I should 15943 never have known the nature of Publication unless I had known H & 15944 his connexions & his method of managing. It now <would> be folly 15945 not to venture publishing. I am now Engraving Six little plates 15946 for a little work of Mr H's for which I am to have 10 G<uineas> 15947 each & the certain profits of that work are a fortune such as 15948 would make me independent supposing that I could substantiate 15949 such a one of my own & I mean to try many But I again say as I 15950 said before We are very Happy sitting at tea by a wood fire in 15951 our Cottage the wind singing above our roof & the sea roaring at 15952 a distance but if sickness comes all is unpleasant 15953 But my letter to Mr Butts appears to me not to be so 15954 explicit as that to you for I told you that I should come to 15955 London in the Spring to commence Publisher & he <has> offerd me 15956 every assistance in his power <without knowing my intention>. 15957 But since I wrote yours we had made the resolution of which we 15958 informd him viz to leave Felpham entirely. I also told you what 15959 I was about & that I was not ignorant of what was doing in London 15960 in works of art. But I did not mention Illness because I hoped 15961 to get better (for I was really very ill when I wrote to him the 15962 last time) & was not then perswaded as I am now that the air tho 15963 warm is unhealthy 15964 However this I know will set you at Ease. I am now so full 15965 of work that I have had no time to go on with the Ballads, & my 15966 prospects of more & more work continually are certain. My Heads 15967 of Cowper for Mr H's life of Cowper have pleasd his Relations 15968 exceedingly & in Particular Lady Hesketh & Lord Cowper <to 15969 please> Lady H was a doubtful chance who almost adord her Cousin 15970 the poet & thought him all perfection & she writes that she is 15971 quite satisfied with the portraits & charmd by the great Head in 15972 particular tho she never could bear the original Picture 15973 But I ought to mention to you that our present idea is. To 15974 take a house in some village further from the Sea Perhaps 15975 Lavant. & in or near the road to London for the sake of 15976 convenience--I also ought to inform you that I read your letter 15977 to Mr H & that he is very afraid of losing me & also very afraid 15978 that my Friends in London should have a bad opinion of the 15979 reception he has given to me But My Wife has undertaken to Print 15980 the whole number of the Plates for Cowpers work which she does to 15981 admiration & being under my own

15982 eye the prints are as fine as the French prints & please every 15983 one. in short I have Got every thing so under my thumb that it is 15984 more profitable that things should be as they are than any other 15985 way, tho not so agreeable because we wish naturally for 15986 friendship in preference to interest.--The Publishers are already 15987 indebted to My Wife Twenty Guineas for work deliverd this is a 15988 small specimen of how we go on. then fear nothing & let my Sister 15989 fear nothing because it appears to me that I am now too old & 15990 have had too much experience to be any longer imposed upon only 15991 illness makes all uncomfortable & this we must prevent by every 15992 means in our power 15993 I send with this 5 Copies of N4 of the Ballads for Mrss 15994 Flaxman & Five more two of which you will be so good as to 15995 give to Mrs Chetwynd if she should call or send for them. These 15996 Ballads are likely to be Profitable for we have Sold all hat we 15997 have had time to print. Evans the Bookseller in Pallmall says 15998 they go off very well & why should we repent of having done them 15999 it is doing Nothing that is to be repented of & not doing such 16000 things as these 16001 Pray remember us both to Mr Hall when you see him 16002 I write in great haste & with a head full of botheration 16003 about various projected works & particularly. a work now Proposed 16004 to the Public at the End of Cowpers Life. which will very likely 16005 be of great consequence it is Cowpers Milton the same that 16006 Fuselis Milton Gallery was painted for,, & if we succeed in our 16007 intentions the prints to this work will be very profitable to me 16008 & not only profitable but honourable at any rate The Project 16009 pleases Lord Cowpers family. & I am now labouring in my thoughts 16010 Designs for this & other works equally creditable These are works 16011 to be boasted of & therefore I cannot feel depress'd tho I know 16012 that as far as Designing & Poetry are concernd I am Envied in 16013 many Quarters. but I will cram the Dogs for I know that the 16014 Public are my friends & love my works & will embrace them 16015 whenever they see them My only Difficulty is to produce fast 16016 enough. 16017 I go on Merrily with my Greek & Latin: am very sorry that I 16018 did not begin to learn languages early in life as I find it very 16019 Easy. am now learning my Hebrew <Hebrew here> I read Greek as 16020 fluently as an Oxford scholar & the Testament is my chief master. 16021 astonishing indeed is the English Translation it is almost word for word & if 16022 the Hebrew Bible is as well translated which I do not doubt it is 16023 we need not doubt of its having been translated as well as 16024 written by the Holy Ghost 16025 my wife joins me in Love to you both 16026 I am Sincerely yours 16027 W BLAKE

16028 [To] Mr Butts, Grr Marlborough Street

16029 Felpham April 25: 1803

16030 My Dear Sir 16031 I write in haste having recievd a pressing Letter from my 16032 Brother. I intended to have sent the Picture of the Riposo which 16033 is nearly finishd much to my satisfaction but not quite you shall 16034 have it soon. I now send the 4 Numbers for Mr Birch with best 16035 Respects to him <The Reason the Ballads have been suspended is 16036 the pressure of other business but they will go on again soon> 16037 Accept of my thanks for your kind & heartening Letter You 16038 have Faith in the Endeavours of Me your weak brother & fellow 16039 Disciple. how great must be your faith in our Divine Master. You 16040 are to me a Lesson of Humility while you Exalt me by such 16041 distinguishing commendations. I know that you see certain merits 16042 in me which by Gods Grace shall be made fully apparent & perfect 16043 in Eternity. in the mean time I must not bury the Talents in the 16044 Earth but do my endeavour to live to the Glory of our Lord & 16045 Saviour & I am also grateful to the kind hand that endeavours to 16046 lift me out of despondency even if it lifts me too high-- 16047 And now My Dear Sir Congratulate me on my return to London 16048 with the full approbation of Mr Hayley & with Promise--But Alas! 16049 Now I may say to you what perhaps I shoud not dare to say 16050 to any one else. That I can alone carry on my visionary studies 16051 in London unannoyd & that I may converse with my friends in 16052 Eternity. See Visions, Dream Dreams, & prophecy & speak Parables 16053 unobserv'd & at liberty from the Doubts of other Mortals. perhaps 16054 Doubts proceeding from Kindness. but Doubts are always pernicious 16055 Especially when we Doubt our Friends Christ is very decided on 16056 this Point. "He who is Not With Me is Against Me" There is no 16057 Medium or Middle state & if a Man is the Enemy of my Spiritual 16058 Life while he pretends to be the Friend of my Corporeal. he is a 16059 Real Enemy--but the Man may be the friend of my Spiritual Life 16060 while he seems the Enemy of my Corporeal but Not Vice Versa 16061 What is very pleasant. Every one who hears of my going to 16062 London again Applauds it as the only course for the interest of 16063 all concernd in My Works. Observing that I ought not to be away 16064 from the opportunities London affords of seeing fine Pictures and 16065 the various improvements in Works of Art going on in London 16066 But none can know the Spiritual Acts of my three years 16067 Slumber on the banks of the Ocean unless he has seen them in the 16068 Spirit or unless he should read My long Poem descriptive of those 16069 Acts for I have in these three years composed an immense number 16070 of verses on One Grand Theme Similar to Homers Iliad or Miltons 16071 Paradise Lost the Person & Machinery intirely new to the 16072 Inhabitants of Earth (some of the Persons Excepted) I have 16073 written

16074 this Poem from immediate Dictation twelve or sometimes twenty or 16075 thirty lines at a time without Premeditation & even against my 16076 Will. the Time it has taken in writing was thus renderd Non 16077 Existent. & an immense Poem Exists which seems to be the Labour 16078 of a long Life all producd without Labour or Study. I mention 16079 this to shew you what I think the Grand Reason of my being 16080 brought down here 16081 I have a thousand & ten thousand things to say to you. My 16082 heart is full of futurity. I percieve that the sore travel which 16083 has been given me these three years leads to Glory & Honour. I 16084 rejoice & I tremble "I am fearfully & wonderfully made". I had 16085 been reading the cxxxix Psalm a little before your Letter 16086 arrived. I take your advice. I see the face of my Heavenly 16087 Father he lays his Hand upon my Head & gives a blessing to all my 16088 works why should I be troubled why should my heart & flesh cry 16089 out. I will go on in the Strength of the Lord through Hell will 16090 I sing forth his Praises. that the Dragons of the Deep may praise 16091 him & that those who dwell in darkness & on the Sea coasts may be 16092 gatherd into his Kingdom. Excuse my perhaps too great 16093 Enthusiasm. Please to accept of & give our Loves to Mrs Butts & 16094 your amiable Family. & believe me to be----

16095 Ever Yours Affectionately 16096 WILL. BLAKE.

16097 Felpham July 6. 1803

16098 Dear Sir 16099 I send you the Riposo which I hope you will think my best 16100 Picture in many respects. It represents the Holy Family in Egypt 16101 Guarded in their Repose from those Fiends the Egypian Gods. and 16102 tho' not directly taken from a Poem of Miltons (for till I had 16103 designd it Miltons Poem did not come into my Thoughts) Yet it is 16104 very similar to his Hymn on the Nativity which you will find 16105 among his smaller Poems & will read with great delight. I have 16106 given in the background a building which may be supposed the ruin 16107 of a Part of Nimrods tower which I conjecture to have spread over 16108 many Countries for he ought to be reckond of the Giant brood 16109 I have now on the Stocks the following Drawings for you 16110 1. Jephthah sacrificing his Daughter--2. Ruth & her mother in 16111 Law & Sister 3. The three Maries at the Sepulcher. 4. The Death 16112 of Joseph. 5. The Death of the Virgin Mary [5]<6>St Paul 16113 Preaching. & [6]<7> The Angel of the Divine Presence clothing 16114 Adam & Eve with Coats of Skins 16115 These are all in great forwardness & I am satisfied that I 16116 improve very much & shall continue to do so while I live which 16117 [if]<is> a blessing I can never be too thankful for both 16118 to God & Man 16119 We look forward every day with pleasure toward our meeting 16120 again in London

16121 with those whom we have learnd to value by absence no less 16122 perhaps than we did by presence for recollection often surpasses 16123 every thing. indeed the prospect of returning to our friends is 16124 supremely delightful--Then I am determind that Mrs Butts shall 16125 have a good likeness of You if I have hands & eyes left. for I am 16126 become a likeness taker & succeed admirably well. but this is not 16127 to be atchievd without the original sitting before you for Every 16128 touch. all likenesses from memory being necessarily very very 16129 defective but Nature & Fancy are Two Things & can Never be joined 16130 neither ought any one to attempt it for it is Idolatry & destroys 16131 the Soul 16132 I ought to tell you that Mr H. is quite agreeable to our 16133 return & that there is all the appearance in the world of our 16134 being fully employd in Engraving for his projected Works 16135 Particularly Cowpers Milton. a Work now on foot by Subscription & 16136 I understand that the Subscription goes on briskly. This work is 16137 to be a very Elegant one & to consist of All Miltons Poems with 16138 Cowpers Notes and translations by Cowper from Miltons Latin & 16139 Italian Poems. These works will be ornamented with Engravings 16140 from Designs from Romney. Flaxman & Yr hble Servt & to be 16141 Engravd also by the last mentiond. The Profits of the work are 16142 intended to be appropriated to Erect a Monument to the Memory of 16143 Cowper in St Pauls or Westminster Abbey. Such is the Project--& 16144 Mr Addington & Mr Pitt are both among the Subscribers which are 16145 already numerous & of the first rank. the price of the Work is 16146 Six Guineas--Thus I hope that all our three years trouble Ends in 16147 Good Luck at last & shall be forgot by my affections & only 16148 rememberd by my Understanding to be a Memento in time to come & 16149 to speak to future generations by a Sublime Allegory which is now 16150 perfectly completed into a Grand Poem[.] I may praise it since I 16151 dare not pretend to be any other than the Secretary the Authors 16152 are in Eternity I consider it as the Grandest Poem that This 16153 World Contains. Allegory addressd to the Intellectual powers 16154 while it is altogether hidden from the Corporeal Understanding is 16155 My Definition of the Most Sublime Poetry. it is also somewhat in 16156 the same manner defind by Plato. This Poem shall by Divine 16157 Assistance be progressively Printed & Ornamented with Prints & 16158 given to the Public--But of this work I take care to say little 16159 to Mr H. since he is as much averse to my poetry as he is to a 16160 Chapter in the Bible He knows that I have writ it for I have 16161 shewn it to him & he had read Part by his own desire & has lookd 16162 with sufficient contempt to enhance my opinion of it. But I do 16163 not wish to irritate by seeming too obstinate in Poetic pursuits 16164 But if all the World should set their faces against This. I 16165 have Orders to set my face like a flint. Ezekiel iii C 9 v. 16166 against their faces & my forehead against their foreheads 16167 As to Mr H I feel myself at liberty to say as follows upon 16168 this ticklish subject. I regard Fashion in Poetry as little as I 16169 do in Painting. so if both Poets & Painters should alternately 16170 dislike (but I know the majority of them will not) I am not to 16171 regard it at all but Mr H approves of My Designs as little as he 16172 does of my Poems and I have been forced to insist on his leaving 16173 me in both to my Own Self Will. for I am determind to be no 16174 longer Pesterd with his Genteel Ignorance & Polite 16175 Disapprobation. I know myself both Poet &

16176 Painter & it is not his affected Contempt that can move me to any 16177 thing but a more assiduous pursuit of both Arts. Indeed by my 16178 late Firmness I have brought down his affected Loftiness & he 16179 begins to think I have some Genius. as if Genius & Assurance were 16180 the same thing. but his imbecile attempts to depress Me only 16181 deserve laughter--I say thus much to you knowing that you will 16182 not make a bad use of it But it is a Fact too true That if I 16183 had only depended on Mortal Things both myself & my Wife must 16184 have been Lost--I shall leave every one in This Country astonishd 16185 at my Patience & Forbearance of Injuries upon Injuries & I do 16186 assure you that if I could have returnd to London a Month after 16187 my arrival here I should have done so, but I was commanded by my 16188 Spiritual friends to bear all to be silent & to go thro all 16189 without murmuring & in firm hope till my three years should be 16190 almost accomplishd at which time I was set at liberty to 16191 remonstrate against former conduct & to demand Justice & Truth 16192 which I have done in so effectual a manner that my antagonist is 16193 silencd completely. & I have compelld. what should have been of 16194 freedom My Just Right as an Artist & as a Man. & if any attempt 16195 should be made to refuse me this I am inflexible & will 16196 relinquish Any engagement of Designing at all unless altogether 16197 left to my own Judgment. As you My dear Friend have always left 16198 me for which I shall never cease to honour & respect you 16199 When we meet I will perfectly describe to you my Conduct & 16200 the Conduct of others toward me & you will see that I have 16201 labourd hard indeed & have been borne on angels wings. Till we 16202 meet I beg of God our Saviou to be with you & me & yours & mine 16203 Pray give My & My wifes love to Mrs Butts & Family & believe me 16204 to remain 16205 Yours in truth & sincerity 16206 WILL BLAKE

16207 [To] Mr Butts, Gr Marlborough St, London

16208 Felpham August 16. 1803

16209 Dear Sir 16210 I send 7 Drawings which I hope will please you. this I 16211 believe about balances our account--Our return to London draws 16212 on apace. our Expectation of meeting again with you is one of our 16213 greatest pleasures. Pray tell me how your Eyes do. I never sit 16214 down to work but I think of you & feel anxious for the sight of 16215 that friend whose Eyes have done me so much good--I omitted (very 16216 unaccountably) to copy out in my last Letter that passage in my 16217 rough sketch which related to your kindness in offering to 16218 Exhibit my 2 last Pictures in the Gallery in Berners Street it 16219 was in these Words. "I sincerely thank you for your kind offer of 16220 Exhibiting my 2 Pictures. the trouble you take on my account I 16221 trust will be recompensed to you by him who Seeth in Secret. if 16222 you should find it convenient to do so it will be gratefully 16223 rememberd

16224 by me among the other numerous kindnesses I have recievd from 16225 you"-- 16226 I go on with the remaining Subjects which you gave me 16227 commission to Execute for you but shall not be able to send any 16228 more before my return tho perhaps I may bring some with me 16229 finishd. I am at Present in a Bustle to defend myself against a 16230 very unwarrantable warrant from a Justice of Peace in 16231 Chichester. which was taken out against me by a Private in Captn 16232 Leathes's troop of 1st or Royal Dragoons for an assault & 16233 Seditious words. The wretched Man has terribly Perjurd himself 16234 as has his Comade for as to Sedition not one Word relating to 16235 the King or Government was spoken by either him or me. His 16236 Enmity arises from my having turned him out of my Garden into 16237 which he was invited as an assistant by a Gardener at work 16238 therein, without my knowledge that he was so invited. I desired 16239 him as politely as was possible to go out of the Garden, he made 16240 me an impertinent answer I insisted on his leaving the Garden he 16241 refused I still persisted in desiring his departure he then 16242 threatend to knock out my Eyes with many abominable imprecations 16243 & with some contempt for my Person it affronted my foolish Pride 16244 I therefore took him by the Elbows & pushed him before me till I 16245 had got him out. there I intended to have left him. but he 16246 turning about put himself into a Posture of Defiance threatening 16247 & swearing at me. I perhaps foolishly & perhaps not, stepped out 16248 at the Gate & putting aside his blows took him again by the 16249 Elbows & keeping his back to me pushed him forwards down the road 16250 about fifty yards he all the while endeavouring to turn round & 16251 strike me & raging & cursing which drew out several 16252 neighbours. at length when I had got him to where he was 16253 Quarterd. which was very quickly done. we were met at the Gate by 16254 the Master of the house. The Fox Inn, (who is [my] the 16255 proprietor of my Cottage) & his wife & Daughter. & the Mans 16256 Comrade. & several other people My Landlord compelld the Soldiers 16257 to go in doors after many abusive threats [from the] 16258 against me & my wife from the two Soldiers but not one word of 16259 threat on account of Sedition was utterd at that time. This 16260 method of Revenge was Plann'd between them after they had got 16261 together into the Stable. This is the whole outline. I have for 16262 witnesses. The Gardener who is Hostler at the Fox & who Evidences 16263 that to his knowledge no word of the remotest tendency to 16264 Government or Sedition was utterd,--Our next door Neighbour a 16265 Millers wife who saw me turn him before me down the road & saw & 16266 heard all that happend at the Gate of the Inn who Evidences that 16267 no Expression of threatening on account of Sedition was utterd in 16268 the heat of their fury by either of the Dragoons. this was the 16269 womans own remark & does high honour to her good sense as she 16270 observes that whenever a quarrel happens the offence is always 16271 repeated. The Landlord of the Inn & His Wife & daughter will 16272 Evidence the Same & will evidently prove the Comrade perjurd who 16273 swore that he heard me <while> at the Gate utter Seditious words 16274 & D--- the K--- without which perjury I could not have been 16275 committed & I had no witness with me before the Justices who 16276 could combat his assertion as the Gardener remaind in my Garden 16277 all the while & he was the only person I thought necessary to 16278 take with me. I have been before a Bench of Justices at 16279 Chichester this morning. but they as the Lawyer who

16280 wrote down the Accusation told me in private are compelld by the 16281 Military to suffer a prosecution to be enterd into altho they 16282 must know & it is manifest that the whole is a Fabricated 16283 Perjury. I have been forced to find Bail. Mr Hayley was kind 16284 enough to come forwards & Mr Seagrave Printer at Chichester. 16285 Mr H. in 100L & Mr S. in 50L & myself am bound in 100L for 16286 my appearance at the Quarter Sessions which is after Michaelmass. 16287 So I shall have the Satisfaction to see my friends in Town before 16288 this Contemptible business comes on I say Contemptible for it 16289 must be manifest to every one that the whole accusation is a 16290 wilful Perjury. Thus you see my dear Friend that I cannot leave 16291 this place without some adventure. it has struck a consternation 16292 thro all the Villages round. Every Man is now afraid of speaking 16293 to or looking at a Soldier. for the peaceable Villagers have 16294 always been forward in expressing their kindness for us & they 16295 express their sorrow at our departure as soon as they hear of it 16296 Every one here is my Evidence for Peace & Good Neighbourhood & 16297 yet such is the present state of things this foolish accusation 16298 must be tried in Public. Well I am content I murmur not & doubt 16299 not that I shall recieve Justice & am only sorry for the trouble 16300 & expense. I have heard that my Accuser is a disgraced Sergeant 16301 his name is John Scholfield. perhaps it will be in your power to 16302 learn somewhat about the Man I am very ignorant of what I am 16303 requesting of you. I only suggest what I know you will be kind 16304 enough to Excuse if you can learn nothing about him & what I as 16305 well know if it is possible you wll be kind enough to do in this 16306 matter 16307 Dear Sir This perhaps was sufferd to Clear up some doubts & 16308 to give opportunity to those whom I doubted to clear themselves 16309 of all imputation. If a Man offends me ignorantly & not 16310 designedly surely I ought to consider him with favour & 16311 affection. Perhaps the simplicity of myself is the origin of all 16312 offences committed against me. If I have found this I shall have 16313 learned a most valuable thing well worth three years 16314 perseverance. I have found it! It is certain! that a too 16315 passive manner. inconsistent with my active physiognomy had done 16316 me much mischief I must now express to you my conviction that all 16317 is come from the spiritual World for Good & not for Evil. 16318 Give me your advice in my perilous adventure. burn what I 16319 have peevishly written about any friend. I have been very much 16320 degraded & injuriously treated. but if it all arise from my own 16321 fault I ought to blame myself

16322 O why was I born with a different face <t1535> 16323 Why was I not born like the rest of my race 16324 When I look each one starts! when I speak I offend 16325 Then I'm silent & passive & lose every Friend

16326 Then my verse I dishonour. My pictures despise 16327 My person degrade & my temper chastise 16328 And the pen is my terror. the pencil my shame 16329 All my Talents I bury, and Dead is my Fame 16330 I am either too low or too highly prizd 16331 When Elate I am Envy'd, When Meek I'm despisd

16332 This is but too just a Picture of my Present state I pray 16333 God to keep you & all men from it & to deliver me in his own good 16334 time. Pray write to me & tell me how you & your family Enjoy 16335 health. My much terrified Wife joins me in love to you & Mrs 16336 Butts & all your family. I again take the liberty to beg of you 16337 to cause the Enclosd Letter to be deliverd to my Brother & remain 16338 Sincerely & Affectionately Yours 16339 WILLIAM BLAKE

16340 Blake's Memorandum in Refutation of the Information 16341 and Complaint of John Scolfield, a private Soldier, &c. <t1536>

16342 The Soldier has been heard to say repeatedly, that he did 16343 not know how the Quarrel began, which he would not say if such 16344 seditious words were spoken.-- 16345 Mrs. Haynes Evidences, that she saw me turn him down the 16346 Road, & all the while we were at the Stable Door, and that not 16347 one word of charge against me was uttered, either relating to 16348 Sedition or any thing else; all he did was swearing and 16349 threatening.-- 16350 Mr. Hosier heard him say that he would be revenged, and 16351 would have me hanged if he could! He spoke this the Day after my 16352 turning him out of the Garden. Hosier says he is ready to give 16353 Evidence of this, if necessary.-- 16354 The Soldier's Comrade swore before the Magistrates, while I 16355 was present, that he heard me utter seditious words, at the 16356 Stable Door, and in particular, said, that he heard me D--n the 16357 K--g. Now I have all the Persons who were present at the Stable 16358 Door to witness that no Word relating to Seditious Subjects was 16359 uttered, either by one party or the other, and they are ready, on 16360 their Oaths, to say that I did not utter such Words.-- 16361 Mrs. Haynes says very sensibly, that she never heard People 16362 quarrel, but they always charged each other with the Offence, and 16363 repeated it to those around, therefore as the Soldier charged not 16364 me with Seditious Words at that Time, neither did his Comrade, 16365 the whole Charge must have been fabricated in the Stable 16366 afterwards.-- 16367 If we prove the Comrade perjured who swore that he heard me 16368 D--n the K--g, I believe the whole Charge falls to the Ground. 16369 Mr. Cosens, owner of the Mill at Felpham, was passing by in 16370 the Road, and saw me and the Soldier and William standing near 16371 each other; he heard nothing, but says we certainly were not 16372 quarrelling.-- 16373 The whole Distance that William could be at any Time of the 16374 Conversation between me and the Soldier (supposing such 16375 Conversation to have existed) is only 12 Yards, & W-- says that 16376 he was backwards and forwards in the Garden. It was a still Day, 16377 there was no Wind stirring.

16378 William says on his Oath, that the first Words that he heard 16379 me speak to the Soldier were ordering him out of the Garden; the 16380 truth is, I did not speak to the Soldier till then, & my ordering 16381 him out of the Garden was occasioned by his [P 2] saying 16382 something that I thought insulting. 16383 The Time that I & the Soldier were together in the Garden, 16384 was not sufficient for me to have uttered the Things that he alledged. 16385 The Soldier said to Mrs. Grinder, that it would be right to 16386 have my House searched, as I might have plans of the Country 16387 which I intended to send to the Enemy; he called me a Military 16388 Painter; I suppose mistaking the Words Miniature Painter, which 16389 he might have heard me called. I think that this proves, his 16390 having come into the Garden, with some bad Intention, or at least 16391 with a prejudiced Mind. 16392 It is necessary to learn the Names of all that were present 16393 at the Stable Door, that we may not have any Witnesses brought 16394 against us, that were not there. 16395 All the Persons present at the Stable Door were, Mrs. 16396 Grinder and her Daughter, all the Time; Mrs. Haynes & her 16397 Daughter all the Time; Mr. Grinder, part of the Time; 16398 Mr. Hayley's Gardener part of the Time.--Mrs. Haynes was present 16399 from my turning him out at my Gate, all the rest of the 16400 Time--What passed in the Garden, there is no Person but William & 16401 the Soldier, & myself can know. 16402 There was not any body in Grinder's Tap-room, but an Old 16403 Man, named Jones, who (Mrs. Grinder says) did not come out--He is 16404 the same Man who lately hurt his Hand, & wears it in a sling-- 16405 The Soldier after he and his Comrade came together into the 16406 Tap-room, threatened to knock William's Eyes out (this was his 16407 often repeated Threat to me and to my Wife) because W-- refused 16408 to go with him to Chichester, and swear against me. William said 16409 that he would not take a false Oath, for that he heard me say 16410 nothing of the Kind (i.e. Sedition) Mr[s] Grinder then reproved 16411 the Soldier for threatening William, and Mr. Grinder said, that 16412 W-- should not go, because of those Threats, especially as he was 16413 sure that no Seditious Words were Spoken.-- 16414 [P 3] William's timidity in giving his Evidence before the 16415 Magistrates, and his fear of uttering a Falsehood upon Oath, 16416 proves him to be an honest Man, & is to me an host of Strength. 16417 I am certain that if I had not turned the Soldier out of my 16418 Garden, I never should have been free from his Impertinence & 16419 Intrusion. 16420 Mr. Hayley's Gardener came past at the Time of the 16421 Contention at the Stable Door, & going to the Comrade said to 16422 him, Is your Comrade drunk?--a Proof that he thought the Soldier 16423 abusive, & in an Intoxication of Mind. 16424 If such a Perjury as this can take effect, any Villain in 16425 future may come & drag me and my Wife out of our House, & beat us 16426 in the Garden, or use us as he please, or is able, & afterwards 16427 go and swear our Lives away. 16428 Is it not in the Power of any Thief who enters a Man's 16429 Dwelling, & robs him, or misuses his Wife or Children, to go & 16430 swear as this Man has sworn.

16431 My admiration of Flaxman's genius is more and more--his 16432 industry is equal to his other great powers. 16433 Speaks of his works in progress in his studio, and of 16434 various matters connected with art. 16435 To William Hayley Esqre, Felpham, 16436 near Chichester, Sussex

16437 London. October 7. 1803

16438 Dear Sir 16439 Your generous & tender solicitude about your devoted rebel 16440 makes it absolutely necessary that he should trouble you with an 16441 account of his safe arrival which will excuse his begging the 16442 favor of a few lines to inform him how you escaped the contagion 16443 of the Court of Justice-- I fear that you have & must suffer 16444 more on my account than I shall ever be worth--Arrived safe in 16445 London my wife in very poor health still I resolve not to lose. 16446 hope of seeing better days. 16447 Art in London flourishes. Engravers in particular are 16448 wanted. Every Engraver turns away work that he cannot Execute 16449 from his superabundant Employment. Yet no one brings work to me. 16450 I am content that it shall be so as long as God pleases I know 16451 that many works of a lucrative nature are in want of hands other 16452 Engravers are courted. I suppose that I must go a Courting which 16453 I shall do awkwardly in the mean time I lose no moment to 16454 complete Romney to satisfaction 16455 How is it possible that a Man almost 50 Years of Age who has 16456 not lost any of his life since he was five years old without 16457 incessant labour & study. how is it possible that such a one with 16458 ordinary common sense can be inferior to a boy of twenty who 16459 scarcely has taken or deigns to take a pencil in hand but who 16460 rides about the Parks or Saunters about the Playhouses who Eats & 16461 drinks for business not for need how is it possible that such a 16462 fop can be superior to the studious lover of Art can scarcely b 16463 imagind Yet such is somewhat like my fate & such it is likely to 16464 remain. Yet I laugh & sing for if on Earth neglected I am in 16465 heaven a Prince among Princes & even on Earth beloved by the Good 16466 as a Good Man this I should be perfectly contented with but at 16467 certain periods a blaze of reputation arises round me in which I 16468 am considerd as one distinguishd by some mental perfection but 16469 the flame

16470 soon dies again & I am left stupified & astonishd O that I 16471 could live as others do in a regular succession of Employment 16472 this wish I fear is not to be accomplishd to me--Forgive this 16473 Dirge-like lamentation over a dead horse & now I have lamented 16474 over the dead horse let me laugh & be merry with my friends till 16475 Christmas for as Man liveth not by bread alone I shall live altho 16476 I should want bread--nothing is necessary to me but to do my Duty 16477 & to rejoice in the exceeding joy that is always poured out on my 16478 Spirit. to pray that my friends & you above the rest may be made 16479 partakers of the joy that the world cannot conceive that you may 16480 still be replenishd with the same & be as you always have been a 16481 glorious & triumphant Dweller in immortality. Please to pay for 16482 me my best thanks to Miss Poole tell her that I wish her a 16483 continued Excess of Happiness--some say that Happiness is not 16484 Good for Mortals & they ought to be answerd that Sorrow is not 16485 fit for Immortals & is utterly useless to any one a blight never 16486 does good to a tree & if a blight kill not a tree but it still 16487 bear fuit let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the 16488 blight. When this Soldierlike Danger is over I will do double 16489 <the> work I do now. for it will hang heavy on my Devil who 16490 terribly resents it. but I soothe him to peace & indeed he is a 16491 good naturd Devil after all & certainly does not lead me into 16492 scrapes. he is not in the least to be blamed for the present 16493 scrape as he was out of the way all the time on other 16494 employment seeking amusement in making Verses to which he 16495 constantly leads me very much to my hurt & sometimes to the 16496 annoyance of my friends as I percieve he is now doing the same 16497 work by my letter I will finish it wishing you health & joy in 16498 God our Saviour 16499 To Eternity yours 16500 WILLm BLAKE

16501 South Molton Street, 26 October 1803

16502 Dear Sir, 16503 I hasten to write to you by the favour of Mr. Edwards. I 16504 have been with Mr. Saunders who has now in his possession all 16505 Mr. Romney's pictures that remained after the sale at Hempstead; 16506 I saw Milton and his Daughters, and 'Twas where the 16507 Seas were Roaring, and a beautiful Female head. He 16508 has promised to write a list of all that he has in his 16509 possession, and of all that he remembers of Mr. Romney's 16510 paintings, with notices where they now are, as far as his 16511 recollection will serve. The picture of Christ in the Desert 16512 he supposes to be one of those which he has rolled on 16513 large rollers. He will take them down and unroll them, 16514 but cannot do it easily, as they are so large as to occupy the 16515 whole length of his workshop, and are laid across beams at the 16516 top.

16517 Mr Flaxman is now out of town. When he returns I will lose 16518 no time in setting him to work on the same object. 16519 I have got to work after Fuseli for a little Shakespeare. 16520 Mr. Johnson the bookseller tells me that there is no want of 16521 work. So far you will be rejoiced with me, and your words, 16522 "Do not fear you can want employment!" were verified the 16523 morning after I received your kind letter; but I go on finishing 16524 Romney with spirit, and for the relief of variety shall engage in 16525 other little works as they arise. 16526 I called on Mr. Evans who gives small hopes of our ballads; 16527 he says he has sold but fifteen numbers at the most, and that 16528 going on would be a certain loss of almost all the expenses. I 16529 then proposed to him to take a part with me in publishing them on 16530 a smaller scale, which he declined on account of its being out of 16531 his line of business to publish, and a line in which he is 16532 determined never to engage, attaching himself wholly to the sale 16533 of fine editions of authors and curious books in general. He 16534 advises that some publisher should be spoken to who would 16535 purchase the copyright: and, as far as I can judge of the nature 16536 of publication, no chance is left to one out of the trade. Thus 16537 the case stands at present. God send better times. Everybody 16538 complains, yet all go on cheerfully and with spirit. The shops 16539 in London improve; everything is elegant, clean, and neat; the 16540 streets are widened where they were narrow; even Snow Hill is 16541 become almost level, and is a very handsome street, and the 16542 narrow part of the Strand near St. Clement's is widened and 16543 become very elegant. 16544 My wife continues poorly, but fancies she is better in 16545 health here than by the seaside. We both sincerely pray for the 16546 health of Miss Poole, and for all our friends in Sussex, and 16547 remain, dear sir, 16548 Your sincere and devoted servants, 16549 W. and C. BLAKE 16550 [To] William Hayley Esqre Felpham, 16551 near Bognor, Sussex

16552 Tuesday night 16553 13 Decr 1803

16554 Dear Sir 16555 I write in a violent hurry. Your Letter has never arrived 16556 to me Mrs Lambert has been with me which is the first notice I 16557 had of the Letter or of the Drawing. I have fetchd the Drawing 16558 from Mr Rose & have shewd it to Mr. Flaxman who approves of it 16559 wishing only that the Monument itself may be more made out & the 16560 other Monument in the back Ground kept in a lower tint. The 16561 little oval tablet on the side by Cowpers Monument he tells me is 16562 Mrs Unwins of course that shall be distinguishd

16563 I have a great many things to say & a great many heartfelt 16564 acknowledgments to express particularly for your tens which are 16565 hundreds to me nay thousands I am going on with success. business 16566 comes in & I shall be at ease if this infernal business of the 16567 soldier can be got over 16568 I have seen Mr Saunders & enquird of him whether he has any 16569 of Mr Romneys [Sketches] Historical Sketches. he says 16570 that he sent a great part of them to the North & explaind the 16571 North by saying that [Mr Romney] Mr John Romney has a 16572 dwelling in the north-- Mr Flaxman supposes that if some of the 16573 most distinguishd designs of Mr Romney of which Mr Saunders has a 16574 good many were Engravd they would be an appropriate accompaniment 16575 to the Life of Romney the expense would not be very great & the 16576 merit of the designs an object of consequence. 16577 Mr Saunders will shortly write to you giving you every 16578 information in his power with notices of where Mr Romneys <best> 16579 pictures now are & other articles collected from every Fountain 16580 he can visit 16581 I send the five copies of Cowpers Plates which you will 16582 recieve with this & have only time to say because I shall be too 16583 late for the carriage 16584 God bless you & preserve you 16585 & reward your kindness to me 16586 WILL BLAKE 16587 P. S My wife is better we are very anxious about Miss Pooles 16588 health & shall be truly happy to hear that it is perfectly 16589 restored. Mr Romney[s] Portrait goes on with spirit. I do not 16590 send a proof because I cannot get one the Printers 16591 [being] <having been this afternoon> unable or unwilling 16592 & my Press not yet being put up

16593 Farewell

16594 To William Hayley Esqre Felpham 16595 near Chichester, Sussex 16596 London Jan/y 14. 1804 16597 Dear Sir 16598 I write immediately on my arrival. Not merely to inform you 16599 that I am safe arrivd. but also to inform you that in a 16600 conversation with an old Soldier who came in the Coach with me I 16601 learned: that no one! not even the most expert horseman! ought 16602 ever to mount a Troopers Horse. they are taught so many tricks 16603 such as stopping short, falling down on their knees, running 16604 sideways, & in various & innumerable ways endeavouring to throw 16605 the rider, that it is a miracle if a stranger escapes with 16606 Life;--All this I learnd with some alarm & heard also what the 16607 soldier said confirmd by another person in the coach--I therefore 16608 as it is my duty beg & entreat you never to mount that wicked 16609 horse again nor again trust to one who has been so Educated--God 16610 our Saviour watch over you & preserve you

16611 I have seen Flaxman already as I took to him early this 16612 morning your present to his Scholar he & his are all well & in 16613 high spirits & welcomd Me with kind affection & generous 16614 exultation in my escape from the arrows of darkness. I intend to 16615 see Mrs Lambert & Mr Johnson bookseller this afternoon. My poor 16616 wife has been near the Gate of Death as was supposed by our kind 16617 & attentive fellow inhabitant. the young & very amiable Mrs 16618 Enoch. who gave my wife all the attention that a daughter could 16619 pay to a mother but my arrival has dispelld the formidable malady 16620 & my dear & good woman again begins to resume her health & 16621 strength--Pray my dear Sir. favour me with a line concerning your 16622 health & how you have escaped the double blow both from the 16623 wicked horse & from your innocent humble servant whose heart & 16624 soul are more & more drawn out towards you & Felpham & its kind 16625 inhabitants I feel anxious & therefore pray to my God & father 16626 for the health of Miss Poole hope that the pang of affection & 16627 gratitude is the Gift of God for good I am thankful that I feel 16628 it it draws the soul towards Eternal life & conjunction with 16629 Spirits of just men made perfect by love & gratitude the two 16630 angels who stand at heavens gate ever open ever inviting guests 16631 to the marriage O foolish Philosophy! Gratitude is Heaven 16632 itself there could be no heaven without Gratitude I feel it & I 16633 know it I thank God & Man for it & above all You My dear friend & 16634 benefactor in the Lord Pray give my & my wifes duties to Miss 16635 Poole. accept them yourself & believe me to be 16636 Yours in sincerity 16637 WILLM BLAKE

16638 To William Hayley Esqre, Felpham, 16639 near Chichester, Sussex

16640 Sth Molton Street Friday Jan/y 27. 1804

16641 Dear Sir 16642 Your eager expectation of hearing from me compells me to 16643 write immediately tho I have not done half the business I wishd 16644 owing to a violent cold which confind me to my bed 3 days & to my 16645 chamber a week. I am now so well (thank God) as to get out & 16646 have accordingly been to Mr Walkers who is not in town being at 16647 Birmingham where he will remain 6 Weeks or 2 Months I took my 16648 Portrait of Romney as you desired to shew him. his Son was 16649 likewise not at home: but I will again call on Mr Walker Junr & 16650 beg him to shew me the Pictures. & make every enquiry of him, If 16651 you think best:--Mr Sanders has one or two large Cartoons, The 16652 Subjects he does not know. they are folded up on the top of his 16653 workshop the rest he packd up & sent into the North. I shewd 16654 your Letter to Mr John Romney to Mr Flaxman who was perfectly 16655 satisfied with it. I seald & sent it immediately as directed by 16656 Mr Sanders to Kendall. Westmoreland. Mr Sanders expects 16657Mr 16658 Romney in town soon. Note, Your Letter to Mr J Romney I sent off 16659 the morning after I recievd

16660 it from you being then in health I have taken your noble present 16661 to Mr Rose & left it with charge to the Servant of Great Care the 16662 Writing looks very pretty I was fortunate in doing it myself & 16663 hit it off excellently I have not seen Mr Rose, tho he is in 16664 town. Mr Flaxman is not at all acquainted with Sr Allan Chambre 16665 recommends me to enquire concerning him of Mr Rose my brother 16666 says he believes Sr Allan is a Master in Chancery.-- Tho I have 16667 calld on Mr Edwards twice for Lady Hamiltons direction was so 16668 unfortunate as to find him Out both times I will repeat my Call 16669 on him tomorrow morning 16670 My Dear Sir I write now to satisfy you that all is in a good 16671 train I am going on briskly with the Plates find every thing 16672 promising. Work in Abundance; & if God blesses me with health 16673 doubt not yet to make a Figure in the Great Dance of Life that 16674 shall amuse the Spectators in the Sky. I hank You for my 16675 Demosthenes which is now become a noble subject--My Wife gets 16676 better every Day. hope earnestly that you have entirely escaped 16677 the brush of my Evil Star. Which I believe is now for ever 16678 fallen into the Abyss. God bless & preserve You & our Good Lady 16679 Paulina with the Good things both of this life & of eternity & 16680 with you my much admired & respected Edward the Bard of Oxford 16681 whose verses still sound upon my Ear like the distant approach of 16682 things mighty & magnificent like the sound of harps which I hear 16683 before the Suns rising like the remembrance of Felphams waves & 16684 of the Glorious & far beaming Turret, like the Villa of Lavant 16685 blessed & blessing Amen God bless you all O people of Sussex 16686 around your Hermit & Bard So prays the Emulator of both his & 16687 your mild & happy tempers of Soul your Devoted 16688 WILL BLAKE 16689 To William Hayley Esqre

16690 S Molton Street 23 Feb/y. 1804 16691 Dear Sir 16692 I calld Yesterday on Mr Braithwaite as you desired & found 16693 him quite as chearful as you describe him & by his appearance 16694 should not have supposed him to be near sixty notwithstanding he 16695 was shaded by a green shade over his Eyes--He gives a very 16696 spirited assurance of Mr John Romneys interesting himself in the 16697 great object of his Fathers Fame & thinks that he must be proud 16698 of such a work & in such hands. The Picture from Sterne which 16699 you desired him to procure for you; he has not yet found where it 16700 is. Supposes that it may be in the north & that he may learn 16701 from Mr Romney who will be in town soon--Mr B. desires I will 16702 present his Compliments to you & write you that he has spoken 16703 with Mr Read concerning the Life of Romney. he interests himself 16704 in it & has promised to procure dates of premiums Pictures &/c Mr 16705 Read having a number of Articles relating to Romney either 16706 written or printed which he promises to copy out for your use, as 16707 also the Catalogue of Hampstead Sale. He shewd me a very fine 16708 Portrait of Mrs Siddons (by Romney)

16709 as the Tragic Muse half length. that is the Head & hands. & in 16710 his best Style. He also desires me to express to you his wish 16711 that you would give the Public an Engraving of that Medallion by 16712 your Sons matchless hand which is placd over his chimney piece. 16713 between two little pretty pictures correct & enlarged copies from 16714 Antique Gems of which the center ornament is worthy, he says that 16715 it is by far in his opinion the most exact resemblance of Romney 16716 he ever saw I have furthermore the pleasure of informing you that 16717 he knew immediately my Portrait of Romney & assured me that he 16718 thought it a very great likeness 16719 I wish I could give you a Pleasant account of our beloved 16720 Councellor he Alas was ill in bed when I calld yesterday at about 16721 12 O clock & the servant said that he remains very ill indeed. 16722 Mr Walker I have been so unfortunate as not to find at home 16723 but <I> will call again in a day or two. Neither Mr Flaxman nor 16724 Mr Edwards know Lady Hamiltons address the house Sr William livd 16725 in in Piccadilly She left some time ago r Edwards will procure 16726 her address for you & I will send it immediately 16727 I have inclosd for you the <22> Numbers of Fuselis 16728 Shakespeare that are out & the book of Italian Letters from Mrs 16729 Flaxman who with her admirable husband [send thei] 16730 <present> their best Compliments to you he is so busy that I 16731 believe. I shall never see him again but when I call on him. for 16732 he has never yet since my return to London had the time or grace 16733 to call on me Mrs Flaxman & her Sisters gave also their 16734 testimony to my Likeness of Romney. Mr Flaxman I have not yet 16735 had an opportunity of consulting about it but soon will 16736 I inclose likewise the Academical Correspondence of Mr Hoare 16737 the Painter whose note to me I also inclose for I did but express 16738 to him my desire of sending you a Copy of his work & the day 16739 after I recievd it, with the note Expressing his pleasure [of 16740 your] in your wish to see it. You would be much delighted 16741 with the Man as I assure myself you will be with his work 16742 The plates of Cowpers Monument are both in great forwardness 16743 & you shall have Proofs in another week I assure you that I will 16744 not spare pains & am myself very much satisfied that I shall do 16745 my duty & produce two Elegant plates there is however a great 16746 deal of work in them that must & will have time.

16747 "Busy Busy Busy I bustle along 16748 Mounted upon warm Phoebus's rays 16749 Thro the heavenly throng" <t1537>

16750 But I hastend to write to you about Mr Braithwaite hope when 16751 I send my proofs to give as good an account of Mr Walker. 16752 My wife joins me in Respects & Love to you. & desires with 16753 mine to present hers to Miss Poole 16754 I remain Dear Sir Your Sincere 16755 WILL BLAKE

16756 To William Hayley Esqre Felpham, 16757 near Chichester, Sussex

16758 March 12 1804 16759 Dear Sir 16760 I begin with the latter end of your letter & grieve more for 16761 Miss Pooles ill-health than for my failure in sending proofs tho I 16762 am very sorry that I cannot send before Saturdays Coach. 16763 Engraving is Eternal work the two plates are almost finishd 16764 [You] You will recieve proofs of them for Lady Hesketh 16765 whose copy of Cowpers letters ought to be printed in letters of 16766 Gold & ornamented with jewels of Heaven Havilah Eden & all the 16767 countries where Jewels abound I curse & bless Engraving 16768 alternately because it takes so much time & is so untractable. 16769 tho capable of such beauty & perfection 16770 My wife desires with me to Express her love to you Praying 16771 for Miss Pooles perfect recovery & we both remain 16772 Your Affectionate 16773 WILL BLAKE

16774 To William Hayley Esqre 16775 16 March 1804 16776 Dear Sir 16777 According to your Desire I send proofs of the Monumental 16778 Plates. tho' as you will percieve they have not the last 16779 touches. especially the Plate of the Monument which I have drawn 16780 from Mr Flaxmans Model with all the fidelity I could & will 16781 finish with equal care. the writing being exactly copied from the 16782 tracing paper which was traced on the marble--The inscriptions to 16783 the Plates. I must beg of you to send to me that I may Engrave 16784 them immediately. 16785 The drawing of the Monument which Mr Johnson sent has the 16786 following Inscription--"Monument Erected to the Memory of William 16787 Cowper Esqre in St Edmunds Chapel. East Dereham by the Lady 16788 Hesketh 1803"--But it strikes me that. St Edmunds Chapel East 16789 Dereham may be understood to mean a Chapel in East Dereham 16790 Town. & not to Express sufficiently, that the Monument 16791 is in East Dereham Church. Owing to my determination of 16792 sending you Proofs I have not been able to consult Mr Flaxman 16793 about the Designs of Mr Romney which are at Saunders's. I calld 16794 once o[n] Mr F. but he was not at home so could not spare more 16795 time but will now immediately proceed in that business. The 16796 Pleasure I recievd from your kind Letter ought to make me 16797 assiduous & it does so. That Mr John Romney is so honest as to 16798 expose to you his whole absurd prejudice. gives hopes that he may 16799 prove

16800 worthy of his father & that he should tell such inconsistent 16801 surmizes proves that they will soon be eradicated & forgotten 16802 You who was his fathers best friend will I hope become the most 16803 respected object of his love & admiration 16804 I calld on Mr Hoare with your Elegant & Heart lifting 16805 Compliment. he was not at home-- I left it with a short note. 16806 have not seen him since-- 16807 Mr Rose I am happy to hear is getting quite well. Hope to 16808 hear the same good account of our most admirable & always 16809 anxiously rememberd Miss Poole 16810 Mr Braithwaite calld on me & brought two Prints which he 16811 desires may be sent to you (with His Compliments.) (which you 16812 will find inclosed) one is a copy from that Miniature; you kindly 16813 sufferd me to make, from the Picture of Romney which I am now 16814 Engraving: & which was lent by Mr Long for the purpose of being 16815 Engraved for the European Magne The other is Mrs Siddons from 16816 the Picture by Romney in Mr Braithwaites possession but as much 16817 unlike the original as possible 16818 My Wife joins me in best affections to you 16819 & I remain Sincerely Yours 16820 WILL BLAKE 16821 I inclose also No 23 of the Shakspeare

16822 To William Hayley Esqre, Felpham

16823 Sth Molton Street March 21. 1804 16824 Dear Sir 16825 I send two Proofs of Each of the Monumental Plates with the 16826 writing, which I hope will please. Should have sent the twelve 16827 of Each if I had not wishd to improve them still more, & because 16828 I had not enough paper in proper order for printing: beg pardon 16829 for the omission of Mr Braithwaites two Prints. as also for 16830 omitting to mention Mr Hoares grateful sensation on His reception 16831 of your very beautiful Verses--I now send you his note to Me as I 16832 think it will give you a good idea of this good & excellent Man 16833 I have been to look at the Drawings & Picture. but Flaxman 16834 has not yet been able to go with me Am sorry to inform you that 16835 one of the drawings which Mr Romney destined for you is Lost or 16836 at least cannot now be found it is that of the Witch raising the 16837 Storm. Mr Romney says that in lieu of the lost Drawing you shall 16838 have choice of either of the remaining ones of which Sanders says 16839 there are Several. but I only saw one more because I would not 16840 give much trouble as Flaxman was not with me--The Drawing I saw 16841 is of a Female Figure with a Serpent in one hand & a torch in the 16842 other, both held above her head & a figure kneeling at her 16843 feet. it is a very sublime drawing & would make an Excellent 16844 Print but I will not advise any thing till Flaxman sees them. 16845 The Drawing of Pliny in the Eruption of Vesuvius is very 16846 clever. & indeed a Sublime but very unfinishd Sketch.--The 16847 Picture of the Man on

16848 horseback rescuing the drowning people is a beautiful 16849 Performance. Mr Saunders says that he has orders from Mr Romney 16850 to deliver the Picture & two Drawings to any person whom you 16851 shall authorize to recieve them They are somewhat batterd but 16852 not so much as I expected for I remember. & Saunders says. that 16853 they never were properly strained upon their straining frames 16854 We both rejoice that Miss Poole is better but hope & pray 16855 for her intire recovery 16856 My wife joins me in sincere love to you please to remember 16857 us both affectionately & gratefully to Miss Poole 16858 & believe me to remain Ever Yours 16859 WILL BLAKE

16860 To William Hayley Esqre, Felpham 16861 near Chichester, Sussex

16862 St Molton St March 31. 1804 16863 Dear Sir 16864 I did not recieve your Letter till Monday of course could 16865 not have got them Printed to send by tuesdays Coach But there 16866 is a real reason equally good why I have not yet sent. I hope 16867 you will believe me when I say that my solicitude to bring them 16868 to perfection has caused this delay as also not being quite sure 16869 that you had Copies ready for them. I could not think of 16870 delivering the 12 Copies without giving the last touches which 16871 are always the best. I have now I hope given them & we directly 16872 go to Printing. Consequently it will be by Tuesdays Coach that 16873 you will recieve 12 of Each--If you do not wish any more done 16874 before I deliver then <t1538> pray favor me with a line. that I may send 16875 the Plates to Johnson who wants them to set the Printer to work 16876 upon 16877 I remain In Engravers hurry which is the worst & most 16878 unprofitable of hurries 16879 Your Sincere & Affectionate 16880 WILL BLAKE

16881 2 April, 1804

16882 . . . Mr. Flaxman advises that the drawing of Mr. Romney's which 16883 shall be chosen instead of the Witch (if that cannot be 16884 recovered) be Hecate, the figure with the torch and snake, which 16885 he thinks one of the finest drawings. The twelve impressions of 16886 each of the plates which I now send ought to be

16887 unrolled immediately that you receive them and put under somewhat 16888 to press them flat. You should have had fifteen of each, but I 16889 had not paper enough in proper order for printing. There is now 16890 in hand a new edition of Flaxman's Homer with additional 16891 designs, two of which I am now engraving. I am uneasy at not 16892 hearing from Mr. Dally, to whom I inclosed L15 in a letter a 16893 fortnight ago, by his desire. I write to him by this post to 16894 inquire about it. Money in these times is not to be trifled with. 16895 I have now cleared the way to Romney, in whose service I now 16896 enter again with great pleasure, and hope soon to show you my 16897 zeal with good effect. Am in hopes that Miss Poole is recovered, 16898 as you are silent on that most alarming and interesting topic in 16899 both your last letters. God be with you in all things. My wife 16900 joins me in this prayer. 16901 I am, dear Sir, 16902 Your sincerely affectionate, 16903 WILLM. BLAKE 16904 42 16905 To William Hayley Esqre Felpham 16906 near Chichester, Sussex

16907 Sth Molton Street April 7. 1804 16908 Dear Sir 16909 You can have no Idea unless you was in London as I am how 16910 much your Name is lovd & respected--I have the Extreme pleasure 16911 of transmitting to you one proof of this Respect which you will 16912 be pleased with & I hope will adopt & embrace. 16913 It comes thro, Mr Hoare. from Mr Phillips of St Pauls Church 16914 Yard. it is as yet an intire secret between Mr P, Mr H; & myself 16915 & will remain so till you have given Your Decision--Mr Phillips 16916 is a man of vast spirit & enterprize. with a solidity of 16917 character which few have; he is the man who applied to Cowper for 16918 that Sonnet in favor of a Prisoner at Leicester which I believe 16919 you thought fit not to print So you see he is spiritually adjoind 16920 with us. His connections throughout England & indeed Europe & 16921 America enable him to Circulate Publications to an immense 16922 Extent. & he told Mr Hoare that on the present work which he 16923 proposes to commence with your assistance he can afford to expend 16924 2.000 a year. Mr Phillips considers you as the Great Leading 16925 Character in Literature & his terms to others will amount to only 16926 one Quarter of what he proposes to you-- I send Inclosd his Terms 16927 as Mr Hoare by my desire has given them to me in writing. 16928 Knowing your aversion to Reviews & Reviewing I consider the 16929 Present Proposal as peculiarly adapted to your Ideas it may be 16930 calld a Defence of Literature against those pests of the Press & 16931 a bulwark for Genius which shall with your good assistance. 16932 Disperse those Rebellious Spirits of Envy & Malignity In Short. 16933 If you see it as I see it. You

16934 will embrace this Proposal on the Score of Parental Duty 16935 Literature is your Child, She calls for your assistance! You: 16936 who never refuse to assist any how remote soever will 16937 certainly hear her Voice. Your answer to the Proposal. you 16938 will if you think fit direct to Mr Hoare who is worthy of every 16939 Confidence you can place in him

16940 I am dear Sir 16941 Your anxiously Devoted 16942 WILL BLAKE 16943 Mr Hoares address is 16944 To Prince Hoare Esqre 16945 Buckingham Street 16946 Strand

16947 [To] William Hayley EsqreFelpham, 16948 near Chichester, Sussex

16949 Sth Molton Street [26] <27> April 1804 16950 Dear Sir 16951 I have at length seen Mr Hoare after having repeatedly calld 16952 on him every day & not finding him,--I now understand that he 16953 recievd your reply to P's Proposal at Brighton where he has a 16954 residence. from whence he sent it to London to Mr Phillips. he 16955 has not seen P. since his return & therefore cannot tell me how 16956 he understood your Answer. Mr H. appears to me to consider it as 16957 a rejection of the Proposal altogether I took the liberty to 16958 tell him. that I could not consider it so. but that as I 16959 understood you, You had accepted the spirit of P's intention 16960 which was to leave the whole conduct of the affair to you & that 16961 you had accordingly nominated one of your Friends & agreed to 16962 nominate others. but if P. meant that you should yourself take on 16963 you the drudgery of the ordinary business of a Review his 16964 Proposal was by no means a generous one--Mr H. has promised to 16965 see Mr Phillips immediately & to know what his intentions are. 16966 but he says. Perhaps Mr P. may not yet have seen your letter to 16967 him. & that his multiplicity of business may very well account 16968 for the delay 16969 I have seen our Excellent Flaxman lately he is well in 16970 health but has had such a burn on his hand as you had once which 16971 has hinderd his working for a fortnight, it is now better. he 16972 desires to be most affectionately rememberd to you had begun a 16973 letter to you a week ago perhaps by this time you have recievd it 16974 but he is also a laborious votary of Endless Work. Engraving is 16975 of so slow Process I must beg of you to give me the earliest 16976 possible notice of what Engraving is to be done for. The Life of 16977 Romney Endless Work is the true title of Engraving as I find by 16978 the things I have in hand day & night 16979 We feel much easier to hear that you have parted with your 16980 Horse hope soon to hear that you have got a living one of brass a 16981 pegasus of Corinthian

16982 metal & that Miss Poole is again in such health as when she first 16983 mounted me on my belov<e>d Bruno 16984 I forgot to mention that Mr Hoare desires his most 16985 respectful Compliments to you. Speaks of taking a ride across 16986 the country to Felpham as he always keeps a Horse at Brighton 16987 My wife joins me in love to you 16988 I remain Yours Sincerely 16989 WILLM BLAKE

16990 Dear Sir, 16991 I thank you sincerely for Falconer, an admirable poet, and 16992 the admirable prints to it by Fittler. Whether you intended it 16993 or not, they have given me some excellent hints in engraving; his 16994 manner of working is what I shall endeavour to adopt in many 16995 points. I have seen the elder Mr. Walker. He knew and admired 16996 without any preface my print of Romney, and when his daughter 16997 came in he gave the print into her hand without a word, and she 16998 immediately said, "Ah! Romney! younger than I have known him, 16999 but very like indeed." Mr. Walker showed me Romney's 17000 first attempt at oil painting; it is a copy from a Dutch 17001 picture--Dutch boor smoking; on the back is written, "This was 17002 the first attempt at oil painting by G. Romney." He shew'd me 17003 also the last performance of Romney. It is of Mr. Walker and 17004 family, the draperies put in by somebody else. It is a very 17005 excellent picture, but unfinished. The figures as large as life, 17006 half length, Mr. W., three sons, and, I believe, two daughters, 17007 with maps, instruments, &c. Mr. Walker also shew'd me a 17008 portrait of himself (W.), whole length, on a canvas about two 17009 feet by one and a half; it is the first portrait Romney ever 17010 painted. But above all, a picture of Lear and Cordelia, 17011 when he awakes and knows her,--an incomparable production, which 17012 Mr. W. bought for five shillings at a broker's shop; it is about 17013 five feet by four, and exquisite for expression; indeed, it is 17014 most pathetic; the heads of Lear and Cordelia can never be 17015 surpassed, and Kent and the other attendant are admirable; the 17016 picture is very highly finished. Other things I saw of Romney's 17017 first works: two copies, perhaps from Borgognone, of battles; and 17018 Mr. Walker promises to collect all he can of information for you. 17019 I much admired his mild and gentle benevolent manners; it seems 17020 as if all Romney's intimate friends were truly amiable and 17021 feeling like himself. 17022 I have also seen Alderman Boydel, who has promised to get 17023 the number and prices of all Romney's prints as you desired. He 17024 has sent a Catalogue of all his Collection, and a Scheme of his 17025 Lottery; esires his compliments to you; says he laments your 17026 absence from London, as your advice would be acceptable at all 17027 times, but especially at the present. He is very thin and

17028 decay'd, and but the shadow of what he was; so he is now a 17029 Shadow's Shadow; but how can we expect a very stout man at 17030 eighty-five, which age he tells me he has now reached? You 17031 would have been pleas'd to see his eyes light up at the mention 17032 of your name. 17033 Mr. Flaxman agrees with me that somewhat more than outline 17034 is necessary to the execution of Romney's designs, because his 17035 merit is eminent in the art of massing his lights and shades. I 17036 should propose to etch them in a rapid but firm manner, somewhat, 17037 perhaps, as I did the Head of Euler; the price I receive 17038 for engraving Flaxman's outlines of Homer is five 17039 guineas each. I send the Domenichino, which is very neatly done. 17040 His merit was but little in light and shade; outline was his 17041 element, and yet these outlines give but a faint idea of the 17042 finished prints from his works, several of the best of which I 17043 have. I send also the French monuments, and inclose with them a 17044 catalogue of Bell's Gallery, and another of the Exhibition, which 17045 I have not yet seen. I mentioned the pictures from 17046 Sterne to Mr. Walker; he says that there were several; one, a 17047 garden scene, with Uncle Toby and Obadiah planting in the garden; 17048 but that of Lefevre's Death he speaks of as incomparable, but 17049 cannot tell where it now is, as they were scattered abroad, being 17050 disposed of by means of a raffle. He supposes it is in 17051 Westmoreland; promises to make every inquiry about it. Accept, 17052 also, of my thanks for Cowper's third volume, which I got, as you 17053 directed, of Mr. Johnson. I have seen Mr. Rose; he looks, tho' 17054 not so well as I have seen him, yet tolerably, considering the 17055 terrible storm he has been thro'! He says that the last session 17056 was a severe labour; indeed it must be so to a man just out of so 17057 dreadful a fever. I also thank you for your very beautiful 17058 little poem on the King's recovery; it is one of the prettiest 17059 things I ever read, and I hope the King will live to fulfil the 17060 prophecy and die in peace; but at present, poor man, I understand 17061 he is poorly indeed, and times threaten worse than ever. I must 17062 now express my sorrow and my hopes for our good Miss Poole, and 17063 so take my leave for the present, with the joint love of my good 17064 woman, who is still stiff-knee'd but well in other respects. 17065 I am, dear Sir, 17066 Yours most sincerely, 17067 WILLIAM BLAKE 17068 Dear Sir, 17069 I thank you heartily for your kind offer of reading, &c. I 17070 have read the book thro' attentively and was much entertain'd and 17071 instructed, but have not yet come to the Life of Washington. 17072 I suppose an American would tell me that 17073 Washington did all that was done before he was born, as the 17074 French now

17075 adore Buonaparte and the English our poor George; so the 17076 Americans will consider Washington as their god. This is only 17077 Grecian, or rather Trojan, worship, and perhaps will be revised 17078 [reversed?] in an age or two. In the meantime I have the 17079 happiness of seeing the Divine countenance in such men as Cowper 17080 and Milton more distinctly than in any prince or hero. Mr. 17081 Phillips has sent a small poem; he would not tell the author's 17082 name, but desired me to inclose it for you with Washington's 17083 Life. 17084 Mr. Carr called on me, and I, as you desired, gave him a 17085 history of the reviewing business as far as I am acquainted with 17086 it. He desires me to express to you that he would heartily 17087 devote himself to the business in all its laborious parts, if you 17088 would take on you the direction; and he thinks it might be done 17089 with very little trouble to you. He is now going to Russia; 17090 hopes that the negotiations for this business is not wholly at an 17091 end, but that on his return he may still perform his best, as 17092 your assistant in it. I have delivered the letter to 17093 Mr. Edwards, who will give it immediately to Lady Hamilton. 17094 Mr. Walker I have again seen; he promises to collect numerous 17095 particulars concerning Romney and send them to you; wonders he 17096 has not had a line from you; desires me to assure you of his wish 17097 to give every information in his power. Says that I shall have 17098 Lear and Cordelia to copy if you desire it should be 17099 done; supposes that Romney was about eighteen when he painted it; 17100 it is therefore doubly interesting. Mr. Walker is truly an 17101 amiable man; spoke of Mr. Green as the oldest friend of Romney, 17102 who knew most concerning him of any one; lamented the little 17103 difference that subsisted between you, speaking of you both with 17104 great affection. Mr. Flaxman has also promised to write all he 17105 knows or can collect concerning Romney, and send to you. Mr. 17106 Sanders has promised to write to Mr. J. Romney immediately, 17107 desiring him to give us liberty to copy any of his father's 17108 designs that Mr. Flaxman may select for that purpose; doubts not 17109 at all of Mr. Romney's readiness to send any of the cartoons to 17110 London you desire; if this can be done it will be all that could 17111 be wished. I spoke to Mr. Flaxman about choosing out proper 17112 subjects for our purpose; he has promised to do so. I hope soon 17113 to send you Flaxman's advice upon this article. When I repeated 17114 to Mr. Phillips your intention of taking the books you want from 17115 his shop, he made a reply to the following purpose: "I shall be 17116 very proud to have Mr. Hayley's name in my books, but please to 17117 express to him my hope that he will consider me as the sincere 17118 friend of Mr. Johnson, who is (I have every reason to say) both 17119 the most generous and honest man I ever knew, and with whose 17120 interest I should be so averse to interfere, that I should wish 17121 him to have the refusal first of anything before it should be 17122 offered to me, as I know the value of Mr. Hayley's connexion too 17123 well to interfere between my best friend and him." This Phillips 17124 spoke with real affection, and I know you will love him for it, 17125 and will also respect Johnson the more for such testimony; but to 17126 balance all this I must, in duty to my friend Seagrave, tell you 17127 that Mr. Rose repeated to me his great opinion of Mr. Johnson's 17128 integrity, while we were talking concerning Seagrave's printing; 17129 it is but justice, therefore, to tell you that I perceive a 17130 determination in the London booksellers to injure Seagrave in 17131 your opinion, if possible.

17132 Johnson may be very honest and very generous, too, where his own 17133 interest is concerned; but I must say that he leaves no stone 17134 unturn'd to serve that interest, and often (I think) unfairly; he 17135 always has taken care, when I have seen him, to rail against 17136 Seagrave, and I perceive that he does the same by Mr. Rose. Mr 17137 Phillips took care to repeat Johnson's railing to me, and to say 17138 that country printers could not do anything of consequence. 17139 Luckily he found fault with the paper which Cowper's 17140 Life is printed on, not knowing that it was furnish'd by 17141 Johnson. I let him run on so far as to say that it was 17142 scandalous and unfit for such a work; here I cut him short by 17143 asking if he knew who furnish'd the paper. He answered: "I hope 17144 Mr. J. did not." I assured him that he did, and here he left off, 17145 desiring me to tell you that the Life of Washington was 17146 not put to press till the 3rd of this month (May), and on the 17147 13th he had deliver'd a dozen copies at Stationer's Hall, and by 17148 the 16th five hundred were out. This is swift work if literally 17149 true, but I am not apt to believe literally what booksellers say; 17150 and on comparing Cower with Washington, must 17151 assert that, except paper (which is Johnson's fault), 17152 Cowper is far the best, both as to type and printing. 17153 Pray look at Washington as far as page 177, you will 17154 find that the type is smaller than from 177 to 308, the whole 17155 middle of the book being printed with a larger and better type 17156 than the two extremities; also it is carefully hot-pressed. I 17157 say thus much, being urged thereto by Mr. Rose's observing some 17158 defects in Seagrave's work, which I conceive were urged upon him 17159 by Johnson; and as to the time the booksellers would take to 17160 execute any work, I need only refer to the little job which Mr. 17161 Johnson was to get done for our friend Dally. He promised it in 17162 a fortnight, and it is now three months and is not yet completed. 17163 I could not avoid saying thus much in justice to our good 17164 Seagrave, whose replies to Mr. Johnson's aggravating letters have 17165 been represented to Mr. Rose in an unfair light, as I have no 17166 doubt; because Mr. Johnson has, at times, written such letters to 17167 me as would have called for the sceptre of Agamemnon rather than 17168 the tongue of Ulysses, and I will venture to give it as my 17169 settled opinion that if you suffer yourself to be persuaded to 17170 print in London you will be cheated every way; but, however, as 17171 some little excuse, I must say that in London every calumny and 17172 falsehood utter'd against another of the same trade is thought 17173 fair play. Engravers, Painters, Statuaries, Printers, Poets, we 17174 are not in a field of battle, but in a City of Assassinations. 17175 This makes your lot truly enviable, and the country is not only 17176 more beautiful on account of its expanded meadows, but also on 17177 account of its benevolent minds. My wife joins with me in the 17178 hearty wish that you may long enjoy your beautiful retirement, 17179 I am, with best respects to Miss Poole, for whose health we 17180 constantly send wishes to our spiritual friends,

17181 Yours sincerely, 17182 WILLIAM BLAKE 17183 P.S.--Mr. Walker says that Mr. Cumberland is right 17184 in his reckoning of Romney's age. Mr. W. says Romney was two 17185 years older than himself, consequently was born 1734. 17186 Mr. Flaxman told me that Mr. Romney was three years in 17187 Italy; that he

17188 returned twenty-eight years since. Mr. Humphry, the Painter, was 17189 in Italy the same time with Mr. Romney. Mr. Romney lodged at Mr. 17190 Richter's, Great Newport Street, before he went; took the house 17191 in Cavendish Square immediately on his return; but as Flaxman has 17192 promised to put pen to paper, you may expect a full account of 17193 all he can collect. Mr. Sanders does not know the time when 17194 Mr. R. took or left Cavendish Square house. 17195 To William Hayley Esqre Felpham, 17196 near Chichester, Sussex

17197 Sth Molton Street 22. June. 1804. 17198 Dear Sir 17199 I have got the three Sublime Designs of Romney now in my 17200 Lodgings & find them all too Grand as well as too undefined for 17201 meer outlines, & indeed it is not only my opinion but that of Mr 17202 Flaxman & Mr Parker both of whom I have consulted that to give a 17203 true Idea of Romneys Genius nothing less than some Finishd 17204 Engravings will do. as Outline intirely omits his chief 17205 beauties. but there are some which may be executed in a slighter 17206 manner than others. & Mr Parker whose Eminence as an Engraver 17207 makes his opinion deserve notice has advised. that 4 should be 17208 done in the highly finished manner & 4 in a less Finishd--& on my 17209 desiring him to tell me for what he Would undertake to Engrave 17210 One in Each manner the size to be about 7 Inches by 5 1/4 which 17211 is the size of a Quarto printed Page. he answerd. 30 Guineas the 17212 finishd. & half the sum for the less finishd. but as you tell me 17213 that they will be wanted in November I am of opinion that if 17214 Eight different Engravers are Employd the Eight Plates will not 17215 be done by that time, as for myself. (Note Parker now speaks) I 17216 have today turned away a Plate of 400 Guineas because I am too 17217 full <of work> to undertake it, & I know that all the Good 17218 Engravers are so Engaged that they will be hardly prevaild <upon> 17219 to undertake more than One of the Plates on so short a notice. 17220 This is Mr Parkers account of the matter. & perhaps may 17221 discourage you from the Pursuit of so Expensive an undertaking. 17222 it is certain that the Pictures deserve to be Engraved by the 17223 hands of Angels & must not by any means be done in a careless or 17224 too hasty manner. The Price Mr Parker has affixd to each is 17225 Exactly what I myself had before concluded upon. judging as he 17226 did that if the Fuseli Shakespeare is worth 25 Guineas, these 17227 will be at least worth 30, & that the inferior ones cannot be 17228 done at any rate under 15. 17229 Mr Flaxman advises that the best Engravers should be engaged 17230 in the work as its magnitude demands all the Talents that can be 17231 procured

17232 Mr Flaxman named the following Eight as proper subjects for 17233 Prints 17234 1 The Vision of Atossa from Eschylus 17235 2 Apparition of Darius

17236 3 Black Eyd Susan--a figure on the Sea shore embracing a 17237 Corse 17238 4 The Shipwreck with the Man on Horseback &c which I have 17239 5 Hecate. a very fine thing indeed, which I have 17240 6 Pliny very fine but very unfinishd. which I have 17241 7 Lear & Cordelia. belonging to Mr Walker 17242 8 One other which I omitted to write down & have forgot 17243 but think that it was a Figure with Children which he calld 17244 a Charity

17245 I write immediately on recieving the Above Information. because 17246 no time should be lost in this truly interesting business 17247 Richardson is not yet Published. My Head of Romney is in 17248 very great forwardness. Parker commends it highly. Flaxman has 17249 not yet seen it. but shall soon, & then you shall have a Proof of 17250 it for your remarks also. I hope by this time Flaxman has 17251 written to you & that you will soon recieve such documents as 17252 will enable you to decide on what is to be done in our desirable 17253 & arduous task of doing justice to our admired Sublime Romney. I 17254 have not yet been able to meet Mr Braithwaite at home but intend 17255 very soon to call again & (as you wish) to write all I can 17256 collect from him--be so good as to give me your Earliest decision 17257 on what would be safe & not too venturesome in the number of 17258 projected Engravings. that I may put it into a train to be 17259 properly Executed 17260 We both rejoice in the generous Paulinas return with 17261 recoverd strength to her Delightful Villa please to present 17262 our sincerest Affections to her. My Wife continues to get better 17263 & joins me in my warmest love & acknowledgements to you as do my 17264 Brother & Sister

17265 I am Dear Sir Yours Sincerely 17266 WILLIAM BLAKE 17267 To William Hayley Esqre Felpham 17268 near Chichester, Sussex

17269 Sth Molton St 16 July 1804 17270 Dear Sir 17271 We are both happy to hear that Miss Poole is better. 17272 sincerely Pray that she may soon be perfectly restored. I calld 17273 on Mr Rose in Chancery Lane on Friday. hear that he is in Sussex 17274 & is well suppose that he does not tell the worst to his family 17275 hope that so valuable a life will be preservd in health & 17276 strength--I send Richardson accompanied by a Proof of Romney in 17277 still an unfinishd state. but it will have the great advantage to 17278 [of] Time to its completion. I also send a Sketch of the Heroic 17279 Horseman as you wishd me to do--the size the Print is to be. 17280 Mr Phillips desired I would present his most respectful 17281 Compliments to you & inform you that he with Mr Hoare. intended 17282 to have visited you together--that terrible wet Tuesday but could 17283 not for the Deluges of Rain. Mr P was at Brighton with Mr 17284 Hoare--fears that so good an opportunity of seeing

17285 you may not occur soon again--Mr P. refuses to recieve payment 17286 for Books & says that he will not recieve it in Money but in some 17287 how else more agreeable still. of course he means to pursue his 17288 court to [his] Your <Coy> Muse. I wish him success 17289 I omitted to get Richardson till last Friday having calld 17290 thrice unsuccessfully <&> before publication have only had time 17291 to skim it but cannot restrain myself from speaking of Mrs 17292 Klopstocks Letters Vol 3--which to my feelings are the purest 17293 image of Conjugal affection honesty & Innocence I ever saw on 17294 paper. Richardson has won my heart I will again read Clarissa 17295 &/c they must be admirable I was too hasty in my perusal of them 17296 to percieve all their beauty. I admire Miss Watsons head of 17297 Richardson it is truly delicate 17298 "The patient touches of unwearid Art" 17299 I am now Earnestly employd on the Heroic Horseman endeavouring to 17300 do justice to so admirable a Picture 17301 My Wife joins me in love to you 17302 I remain Dear Sir 17303 Your Sincere & 17304 Obliged Servt 17305 WILL BLAKE

17306 It is certainly necessary that the best artists that can be 17307 engaged should be employed on the work of Romney's Life. . . . 17308 How can it be that lightness should be wanting in my works, while 17309 in my life and constitution I am too light and aeriel, is a 17310 paradox only to be accounted for by the things of another world. 17311 Money flies from me; Profit never ventures upon my threshold, 17312 tho' every other man's doorstone is worn down into the very earth 17313 by the footsteps of the fiends of commerce. Be it so, as long as 17314 God permits, which I foresee is not long. I foresee a mighty 17315 change. 17316 Signed: W. & C. BLAKE 17317 To William Hayley Esqre Felpham

17318 Sth Molton St 28 Septr 1804 17319 Dear Sir 17320 I hope you will Excuse my Delay in sending the Books which I 17321 have had some time but kept them back till I could send a Proof 17322 of the Shipwreck which I hope will please. It yet wants all its 17323 last & finishing touches. but I hope you will be enabled by it to 17324 judge of the Pathos of the Picture 17325 I send Washingtons 2d Vol:-- 5 Numbers of Fuselis Shakspeare 17326 & two Vol's with a Letter from Mr Spilsbury with whom I 17327 accidentally met in the Strand. he says that he relinquishd 17328 Painting as a Profession. for which I think he is to be 17329 applauded. but I concieve that he may be a much better Painter if 17330 he practises secretly & for amusement than he could ever be if 17331 employd in the drudgery of fashionable dawbing for a poor 17332 pittance of money in return for the sacrifice of Art & Genius. he 17333 says he never will leave to Practise the Art because he loves it 17334 & This Alone will pay its labour by Success if not of money yet 17335 of True Art. which is All-- 17336 I had the pleasure of a call from Mrs Chetwynd & her 17337 Brother. a Giant in body mild & polite in soul as I have in 17338 general found great bodies to be they were much pleased with 17339 Romneys Designs. Mrs C. sent to me the two articles for you & 17340 for the safety of which by the Coach I had some fears till Mr 17341 Meyer obligingly undertook to convey them safe he is now I 17342 suppose enjoying the delights of the Turret of Lovely Felpham 17343 please to give my affectionate compliments to him. 17344 I cannot help suggesting an Idea which has struck me very 17345 forcibly that the Tobit & Tobias in your bedchamber would make a 17346 very beautiful Engraving done in the same manner as the Head of 17347 Cowper after Lawrence. The Heads to be finishd & the figures 17348 left exactly in imitation of the first strokes of the Painter The 17349 Expression of those truly Pathetic heads would then be 17350 transmitted to the Public a singular Monument of Romneys Genius 17351 in that Highest branch of Art 17352 I must now tell my wants & beg the favor of some more of the 17353 needful the favor of ten Pounds more will carry me thro this 17354 Plate & the Head of Romney for which I am already paid. You 17355 shall soon see a Proof of Him in a very advancd state I have not 17356 yet proved it but shall soon when I will send you one--I rejoice 17357 to hear from Mr Meyer of Miss Pooles continued recovery My wife 17358 desires with me her respects to you & her & to all whom we love 17359 that is to all Sussex 17360 I remain Your Sincere & Oliged Hble Servant 17361 WILL. BLAKE

17362 Dear Sir 17363 I received your kind letter with the note to Mr. Payne, and 17364 have had the cash from him, I should have returned my thanks 17365 immediately on receipt of it, but hoped to be able to send, 17366 before now, proofs of the two plates, the Head of 17367 R[omney] and the Shipwreck, which you shall soon see in 17368 a much more perfect state. I write immediately because you wish 17369 I should do so, to satisfy you that I have received your kind 17370 favour. 17371 I take the extreme pleasure of expressing my joy at our good 17372 Lady of Lavant's continued recovery: but with a mixture of 17373 sincere sorrow on account of the beloved Councillor. My wife 17374 returns her heartfelt thanks for your kind inquiry concerning her 17375 health. She is surprisingly recovered. Electricity is the 17376 wonderful cause; the swelling of her legs and knees is entirely 17377 reduced. She is very near as free from rheumatism as she was 17378 five years ago, and we have the greatest confidence in her 17379 perfect recovery. 17380 The pleasure of seeing another poem from your hands has 17381 truly set me longing (my wife say I ought to have said us) with 17382 desire and curiosity; but, however, "Christmas is a-coming." 17383 Our good and kind friend Hawkins is not yet in town--hope 17384 soon to have the pleasure of seeing him, with the courage of 17385 conscious industry, worthy of his former kindness to me. For 17386 now! O lory! and O Delight! I have entirely reduced that 17387 spectrous Fiend to his station, whose annoyance has been the ruin 17388 of my labours for the last passed twenty years of my life. He is 17389 the enemy of conjugal love and is the Jupiter of the Greeks, an 17390 iron-hearted tyrant, the ruiner of ancient Greece. I speak with 17391 perfect confidence and certainty of the fact which has passed 17392 upon me. Nebuchadnezzar had seven times passed over him; I have 17393 had twenty; thank God I was not altogether a beast as he was; but 17394 I was a slave bound in a mill among beasts and devils; these 17395 beasts and these devils are now, together with myself, become 17396 children of light and liberty, and my feet and my wife's feet are 17397 free from fetters. O lovely Felpham, parent of Immortal 17398 Friendship, to thee I am eternally indebted for my three years' 17399 rest from perturbation and the strength I now enjoy. Suddenly, 17400 on the day after visiting the Truchsessian Gallery of pictures, I 17401 was again enlightened with the light I enjoyed in my youth, and 17402 which has for exactly twenty years been closed from me as by a 17403 door and by window-shutters. Consequently I can, with 17404 confidence, promise you ocular demonstration of my altered state 17405 on the plates I am now engraving after Romney, whose spiritual 17406 aid has not a little conduced to my restoration to the light of 17407 Art. O the distress I have undergone, and my poor wife with me. 17408 Incessantly labouring and incessantly spoiling what I had done 17409 well. Every one of my friends was astonished at my faults, and 17410 could no assign a reason;

17411 they knew my industry and abstinence from every pleasure for the 17412 sake of study, and yet--and yet--and yet there wanted the proofs 17413 of industry in my works. I thank God with entire confidence that 17414 it shall be so no longer--he is become my servant who domineered 17415 over me, he is even as a brother who was my enemy. Dear Sir, 17416 excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk 17417 with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into 17418 my hand, even as I used to be in my youth, and as I have not been 17419 for twenty dark, but very profitable years. I thank God that I 17420 courageously pursued my course through darkness. In a short time 17421 I shall make my assertion good that I am become suddenly as I was 17422 at first, by producing the Head of Romney and the 17423 Shipwreck quite another thing from what you or I ever 17424 expected them to be. In short, I am now satisfied and proud of 17425 my work, which I have not been for the above long period. 17426 If our excellent and manly friend Meyer is yet with you, 17427 please to make my wife's and my own most respectful and 17428 affectionate compliments to him, also to our kind friend at 17429 Lavant. 17430 I remain, with my wife's joint affection, 17431 Your sincere and obliged servant, 17432 WILL BLAKE 17433 To William Hayley Esqre Felpham 17434 near Chichester, Sussex

17435 Sth Molton St 4 Decr. 1804 17436 Dear Sir 17437 I have omitted so long to thank you for your kind & 17438 admirable Present in hopes to send Proofs of my plates but can no 17439 longer wait for them but must express my own & my wifes high 17440 gratification in the perusal of your elegant & pathetic Poem. To 17441 say that Venusia is as beautiful as Serena is only expressing 17442 private opinion which will vary in each individual, but to say 17443 that she is Your Daughter & is like You, to say "tis a Girl. 17444 promising Boys hereafter" & to say God bless her for she is a 17445 peerless Jewel for a Prince to wear & that we are both highly 17446 delighted is what I could not longer omit to say. 17447 ---Proofs of my Plates will wait on you in a few days. in the 17448 mean while I conclude this hasty scrawl with sincere thanks for 17449 your kind proposal in your Last letter. I have not yet been able 17450 to meet Phillips--Wilkes was not out when I calld nor any more of 17451 Washington. But I have mentiond your Proposal to our Noble 17452 Flaxman whose high & generous Spirit relinquishing the whole to 17453 me was in some measure to be Expected. But that he has reasons 17454 for not being able to furnish any designs You will readily 17455 believe he says his Engagements are so multiform that he should 17456 not be able to do them Justice. but that he will overlook & 17457 advise & do all that he can to make my designs (should

17458 they ever be attempted) What he Can. & I know his What he 17459 Can will be full as much as he pretends so that I should not 17460 fear to produce Somewhat in this way that must be satisfactory 17461 the only danger will be that I shall put my Name to his Designs 17462 but if it should fall out so he has Enough & to Spare & the World 17463 will know his at once & I shall glory in the Discovery. for 17464 Friendship with such a one is better than Fame! -- I was about to 17465 have written to you to express my wish that two so unequal 17466 labourers might not be yoked to the same Plow & to desire you if 17467 you could to get Flaxman to do the whole because I thought it 17468 would be (to say the best of myself) like putting John Milton 17469 with John Bunyan but being at Flaxmans taking his advice about 17470 our Engravings he mentiond his having recievd a Letter from you 17471 on the same Day I recievd mine & said somewhat, I cannot tell 17472 what, that made me think you had open'd your Proposal to him-- I 17473 thought at any rate it would not be premature to tell him what 17474 you had said about the Designs for Edward the first. & he advised 17475 it to be done as above related 17476 I will soon speak with Phillips about it if you will favor 17477 me with a line of direction how to proceed.--Hope in a few days 17478 to send Proofs of Plates which I must say are far beyond Any 17479 thing I have ever done. For O happiness never enough to be 17480 grateful for! I have lost my Confusion of Thought while at work & 17481 am as much myself when I take the Pencil or Graver into my hand 17482 as I used to be in my Youth I have indeed fought thro a Hell of 17483 terrors & horrors (which none could know but myself.) in a 17484 Divided Existence now no longer Divided. nor at war with myself I 17485 shall travel on in the Strength of the Lord God as Poor Pilgrim 17486 says 17487 My wife joins me in Love to You & to our Dear Friend & 17488 Friends at Lavant & in all Sussex 17489 I remain Dear Sir Your Sincere & obliged 17490 WILL BLAKE

17491 Dear Sir, 17492 I send, with some confidence, proofs of my two plates, 17493 having had the assistance and approbation of our good friend 17494 Flaxman. He approves much (I cannot help telling you so much) of 17495 the Shipwreck. Mrs. Flaxman also, who is a good 17496 connoisseur in engraving, has given her warm approbation, and to 17497 the plate of the Portrait, though not yet in so high 17498 finished a state. I am sure (mark my confidence), with Flaxman's 17499 advice, which he gives with all the warmth of friendship both to 17500 you and me, it must be soon a highly finished and properly 17501 finished print; but yet I must solicit for a supply of money, and 17502 hope you will be convinced that the labour I have used on the two 17503 plates has left me without any resource but that of applying to 17504 you. I am again in want

17505 of ten Pounds; hope that the size and neatness of my plate of the 17506 Shipwreck will plead for me the excuse for troubling you 17507 before it can be properly called finished, though Flaxman has 17508 already pronounced it so. I beg your remarks also on both my 17509 performances, as in their present state they will be capable of 17510 very much improvement from a few lucky or well advised touches. 17511 I cannot omit observing that the price Mr. Johnson gives for the 17512 plates of Fuselis Shakespeare (the concluding numbers 17513 of which I now send) is twenty-five guineas each. On comparing 17514 them with mine of the Shipwreck, you will perceive that 17515 I have done my duty, and put forth my whole strength. 17516 Your beautiful and elegant daughter Venusea grows 17517 in our estimation on a second and third perusal. I have not yet 17518 received the History of Chichester. I mention this not 17519 because I would hasten its arrival befo