Title; E95|        MILTON   t211
Mtitle; E95|        a Poem in 2 Books

 
Mcolophon; E95|        The Author & Printer W Blake 1804

 
Mepigraph; E95|        To justify the Ways of God to Men

 
M; E95|        Preface.   t212

 
Mpreface; E95|        The Stolen and Perverted Writings of Homer & Ovid: of Plato &
Mpreface; E95|        Cicero. which all Men ought to contemn: are set up by artifice
Mpreface; E95|        against the Sublime of the Bible. but when the New Age is at
Mpreface; E95|        leisure to Pronounce; all will be set right: & those Grand Works
Mpreface; E95|        of the more ancient & consciously & professedly Inspired Men,
Mpreface; E95|        will hold their proper rank, & the Daughters of Memory shall
Mpreface; E95|        become the Daughters of Inspiration. Shakspeare & Milton were
Mpreface; E95|        both curbd by the general malady & infection from the silly Greek
Mpreface; E95|        & Latin slaves of the Sword.

 
Mpreface; E95|        Rouze up O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads
Mpreface; E95|        against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the
Mpreface; E95|        Camp, the Court, & the University: who would if they could, for
Mpreface; E95|        ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War. Painters! on you I
Mpreface; E95|        call! Sculptors! Architects! Suffer not the fash[i]onable Fools
Mpreface; E95|        to depress your powers by the prices they pretend to give for
Mpreface; E95|        contemptible works or the expensive advertizing boasts that they
Mpreface; E95|        make of such works; believe Christ & his Apostles that there is a
Mpreface; E95|        Class of Men whose whole delight is in Destroying. We do not
Mpreface; E95|        want either Greek or Roman Models if we are but just & true to
Mpreface; E95|        our own Imaginations, those Worlds of Eternity in which we shall
Mpreface; E95|        live for ever; in Jesus our Lord.

 
Mpreface1;   E95|        And did those feet in ancient time,
Mpreface2;   E95|        Walk upon Englands mountains green:
Mpreface3;   E95|        And was the holy Lamb of God,
Mpreface4;   E95|        On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

 
Mpreface5;   E95|        And did the Countenance Divine,
Mpreface6;   E95|        Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
Mpreface7;   E95|        And was Jerusalem builded here,
Mpreface8;   E95|        Among these dark Satanic Mills?

 
Mpreface9;   E95|        Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Mpreface10; E95|        Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Mpreface11; E95|        Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Mpreface12; E95|        Bring me my Chariot of fire!

 
Mpreface13; E95|        I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Mpreface14; E95|        Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:

 
Mpreface15; E96|        Till we have built Jerusalem,
Mpreface16; E96|        In Englands green & pleasant Land.

 
Mpreface; E96|        Would to God that all the Lords people were Prophets.
Mpreface; E96|        Numbers. XI. ch 29 v.

 
M2;   E96|        MILTON

 
M2;   E96|        Book the First

 
M2.1;   E96|        Daughters of Beulah! Muses who inspire the Poets Song
M2.2;   E96|        Record the journey of immortal Milton thro' your Realms
M2.3;   E96|        Of terror & mild moony lustre, in soft sexual delusions
M2.4;   E96|        Of varied beauty, to delight the wanderer and repose
M2.5;   E96|        His burning thirst & freezing hunger! Come into my hand
M2.6;   E96|        By your mild power; descending down the Nerves of my right arm
M2.7;   E96|        From out the Portals of my Brain, where by your ministry
M2.8;   E96|        The Eternal Great Humanity Divine. planted his Paradise,
M2.9;   E96|        And in it caus'd the Spectres of the Dead to take sweet forms
M2.10; E96|        In likeness of himself. Tell also of the False Tongue! vegetated
M2.11; E96|        Beneath your land of shadows: of its sacrifices. and
M2.12; E96|        Its offerings; even till Jesus, the image of the Invisible God
M2.13; E96|        Became its prey; a curse, an offering, and an atonement,
M2.14; E96|        For Death Eternal in the heavens of Albion, & before the Gates
M2.15; E96|        Of Jerusalem his Emanation, in the heavens beneath Beulah

 
M2.16; E96|        Say first! what mov'd Milton, who walkd about in Eternity
M2.17; E96|        One hundred years, pondring the intricate mazes of Providence
M2.18; E96|        Unhappy tho in heav'n, he obey'd, he murmur'd not. he was silent
M2.19; E96|        Viewing his Sixfold Emanation scatter'd thro' the deep
M2.20; E96|        In torment! To go into the deep her to redeem & himself perish?
M2.21; E96|        What cause at length mov'd Milton to this unexampled deed[?]   t213
M2.22; E96|        A Bards prophetic Song! for sitting at eternal tables,
M2.23; E96|        Terrific among the Sons of Albion in chorus solemn & loud
M2.24; E96|        A Bard broke forth! all sat attentive to the awful man.

 
M2.25; E96|        Mark well my words! they are of your eternal salvation:

 
M2.26; E96|        Three Classes are Created by the Hammer of Los, & Woven   t214

 
M3.1;   E96|        By Enitharmons Looms when Albion was slain upon his Mountains
M3.2;   E96|        And in his Tent, thro envy of Living Form, even of the Divine Vision
M3.3;   E96|        And of the sports of Wisdom in the Human Imagination
M3.4;   E96|        Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever.
M3.5;   E96|        Mark well my words. they are of your eternal salvation:

 
M3.6;   E96|        Urizen lay in darkness & solitude, in chains of the mind lock'd up
M3.7;   E96|        Los siezd his Hammer & Tongs; he labourd at his resolute Anvil

 
M3.8;   E97|        Among indefinite Druid rocks & snows of doubt & reasoning.

 
M3.9;   E97|        Refusing all Definite Form, the Abstract Horror roofd. stony hard.
M3.10; E97|        And a first Age passed over & a State of dismal woe:

 
M3.11; E97|        Down sunk with fright a red round Globe hot burning. deep
M3.12; E97|        Deep down into the Abyss. panting: conglobing: trembling
M3.13; E97|        And a second Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.

 
M3.14; E97|        Rolling round into two little Orbs & closed in two little Caves
M3.15; E97|        The Eyes beheld the Abyss: lest bones of solidness freeze over all
M3.16; E97|        And a third Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.

 
M3.17; E97|        From beneath his Orbs of Vision, Two Ears in close volutions
M3.18; E97|        Shot spiring out in the deep darkness & petrified as they grew
M3.19; E97|        And a fourth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.

 
M3.20; E97|        Hanging upon the wind, Two Nostrils bent down into the Deep
M3.21; E97|        And a fifth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.

 
M3.22; E97|        In ghastly torment sick, a Tongue of hunger & thirst flamed out
M3.23; E97|        And a sixth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.

 
M3.24; E97|        Enraged & stifled without & within: in terror & woe, he threw his
M3.25; E97|        Right Arm to the north, his left Arm to the south, & his Feet
M3.26; E97|        Stampd the nether Abyss in trembling & howling & dismay
M3.27; E97|        And a seventh Age passed over & a State of dismal woe

 
M3.28; E97|        Terrified Los stood in the Abyss & his immortal limbs
M3.29; E97|        Grew deadly pale; he became what he beheld: for a red
M3.30; E97|        Round Globe sunk down from his Bosom into the Deep in pangs
M3.31; E97|        He hoverd over it trembling & weeping. suspended it shook
M3.32; E97|        The nether Abyss in tremblings. he wept over it, he cherish'd it
M3.33; E97|        In deadly sickening pain: till separated into a Female pale
M3.34; E97|        As the cloud that brings the snow: all the while from his Back
M3.35; E97|        A blue fluid exuded in Sinews hardening in the Abyss
M3.36; E97|        Till it separated into a Male Form howling in Jealousy

 
M3.37; E97|        Within labouring. beholding Without: from Particulars to Generals
M3.38; E97|        Subduing his Spectre, they Builded the Looms of Generation
M3.39; E97|        They Builded Great Golgonooza Times on Times Ages on Ages
M3.40; E97|        First Orc was Born then the Shadowy Female: then All Los's Family
M3.41; E97|        At last Enitharmon brought forth Satan Refusing Form, in vain
M3.42; E97|        The Miller of Eternity made subservient to the Great Harvest
M3.43; E97|        That he may go to his own Place Prince of the Starry Wheels

 
M4.1;   E97|        Beneath the Plow of Rintrah & the harrow of the Almighty
M4.2;   E97|        In the hands of Palamabron. Where the Starry Mills of Satan
M4.3;   E97|        Are built beneath the Earth & Waters of the Mundane Shell
M4.4;   E97|        Here the Three Classes of Men take their Sexual texture Woven
M4.5;   E97|        The Sexual is Threefold: the Human is Fourfold.

 
M4.6;   E98|        If you account it Wisdom when you are angry to be silent, and
M4.7;   E98|        Not to shew it: I do not account that Wisdom but Folly.
M4.8;   E98|        Every Mans Wisdom is peculiar to his own Individ[u]ality
M4.9;   E98|        O Satan my youngest born, art thou not Prince of the Starry Hosts
M4.10; E98|        And of the Wheels of Heaven, to turn the Mills day & night?
M4.11; E98|        Art thou not Newtons Pantocrator weaving the Woof of Locke
M4.12; E98|        To Mortals thy Mills seem every thing & the Harrow of Shaddai
M4.13; E98|        A scheme of Human conduct invisible & incomprehensible
M4.14; E98|        Get to thy Labours at the Mills & leave me to my wrath.

 
M4.15; E98|        Satan was going to reply, but Los roll'd his loud thunders.

 
M4.16; E98|        Anger me not! thou canst not drive the Harrow in pitys paths.
M4.17; E98|        Thy Work is Eternal Death, with Mills & Ovens & Cauldrons.
M4.18; E98|        Trouble me no more. thou canst not have Eternal Life

 
M4.19; E98|        So Los spoke! Satan trembling obeyd weeping along the way.
M4.20; E98|        Mark well my words, they are of your eternal Salvation

 
M4.21; E98|        Between South Molton Street & Stratford Place: Calvarys foot
M4.22; E98|        Where the Victims were preparing for Sacrifice their Cherubim
M4.23; E98|        Around their loins pourd forth their arrows & their bosoms beam
M4.24; E98|        With all colours of precious stones, & their inmost palaces
M4.25; E98|        Resounded with preparation of animals wild & tame
M4.26; E98|        (Mark well my words! Corporeal Friends are Spiritual Enemies)
M4.27; E98|        Mocking Druidical Mathematical Proportion of Length Bredth Highth
M4.28; E98|        Displaying Naked Beauty! with Flute & Harp & Song

 
M5.1;   E98|        Palamabron with the fiery Harrow in morning returning
M5.2;   E98|        From breathing fields. Satan fainted beneath the artillery
M5.3;   E98|        Christ took on Sin in the Virgins Womb, & put it off on the Cross

 
M5.4;   E98|        All pitied the piteous & was wrath with the wrathful & Los heard it.

 
M5.5;   E98|        And this is the manner of the Daughters of Albion in their beauty
M5.6;   E98|        Every one is threefold in Head & Heart & Reins, & every one
M5.7;   E98|        Has three Gates into the Three Heavens of Beulah which shine
M5.8;   E98|        Translucent in their Foreheads & their Bosoms & their Loins
M5.9;   E98|        Surrounded with fires unapproachable: but whom they please
M5.10; E98|        They take up into their Heavens in intoxicating delight
M5.11; E98|        For the Elect cannot be Redeemd, but Created continually
M5.12; E98|        By Offering & Atonement in the crue[l]ties of Moral Law
M5.13; E98|        Hence the three Classes of Men take their fix'd destinations
M5.14; E98|        They are the Two Contraries & the Reasoning Negative.

 
M5.15; E98|        While the Females prepare the Victims. the Males at Furnaces
M5.16; E98|        And Anvils dance the dance of tears & pain. loud lightnings
M5.17; E98|        Lash on their limbs as they turn the whirlwinds loose upon
M5.18; E98|        The Furnaces, lamenting around the Anvils & this their Song[:]

 
M5.19; E99|        Ah weak & wide astray! Ah shut in narrow doleful form
M5.20; E99|        Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground
M5.21; E99|        The Eye of Man a little narrow orb closd up & dark
M5.22; E99|        Scarcely beholding the great light conversing with the Void
M5.23; E99|        The Ear, a little shell in small volutions shutting out
M5.24; E99|        All melodies & comprehending only Discord and Harmony
M5.25; E99|        The Tongue a little moisture fills, a little food it cloys
M5.26; E99|        A little sound it utters & its cries are faintly heard
M5.27; E99|        Then brings forth Moral Virtue the cruel Virgin Babylon

 
M5.28; E99|        Can such an Eye judge of the stars? & looking thro its tubes
M5.29; E99|        Measure the sunny rays that point their spears on Udanadan
M5.30; E99|        Can such an Ear filld with the vapours of the yawning pit.
M5.31; E99|        Judge of the pure melodious harp struck by a hand divine?
M5.32; E99|        Can such closed Nostrils feel a joy? or tell of autumn fruits
M5.33; E99|        When grapes & figs burst their covering to the joyful air
M5.34; E99|        Can such a Tongue boast of the living waters? or take in
M5.35; E99|        Ought but the Vegetable Ratio & loathe the faint delight
M5.36; E99|        Can such gross Lips percieve? alas! folded within themselves
M5.37; E99|        They touch not ought but pallid turn & tremble at every wind

 
M5.38; E99|        Thus they sing Creating the Three Classes among Druid Rocks
M5.39; E99|        Charles calls on Milton for Atonement. Cromwell is ready
M5.40; E99|        James calls for fires in Golgonooza. for heaps of smoking ruins
M5.41; E99|        In the night of prosperity and wantonness which he himself Created
M5.42; E99|        Among the Daughters of Albion among the Rocks of the Druids
M5.43; E99|        When Satan fainted beneath the arrows of Elynittria
M5.44; E99|        And Mathematic Proportion was subdued by Living Proportion

 
M6.1;   E99|        From Golgonooza the spiritual Four-fold London eternal
M6.2;   E99|        In immense labours & sorrows, ever building, ever falling,
M6.3;   E99|        Thro Albions four Forests which overspread all the Earth,
M6.4;   E99|        From London Stone to Blackheath east: to Hounslow west:
M6.5;   E99|        To Finchley north: to Norwood south: and the weights
M6.6;   E99|        Of Enitharmons Loom play lulling cadences on the winds of Albion
M6.7;   E99|        From Caithness in the north, to Lizard-point & Dover in the south

 
M6.8;   E99|        Loud sounds the Hammer of Los, & loud his Bellows is heard
M6.9;   E99|        Before London to Hampsteads breadths & Highgates heights To
M6.10; E99|        Stratford & old Bow: & across to the Gardens of Kensington
M6.11; E99|        On Tyburns Brook: loud groans Thames beneath the iron Forge
M6.12; E99|        Of Rintrah & Palamabron of Theotorm[on] & Bromion, to forge the instruments   t218
M6.13; E99|        Of Harvest: the Plow & Harrow to pass over the Nations

 
M6.14; E99|        The Surrey hills glow like the clinkers of the furnace: Lambeths Vale
M6.15; E99|        Where Jerusalems foundations began; where they were laid in ruins

 
M6.16; E99|        Where they were laid in ruins from every Nation & Oak Groves rooted

 
M6.17; E100|        Dark gleams before the Furnace-mouth a heap of burning ashes
M6.18; E100|        When shall Jerusalem return & overspread all the Nations
M6.19; E100|        Return: return to Lambeths Vale O building of human souls
M6.20; E100|        Thence stony Druid Temples overspread the Island white
M6.21; E100|        And thence from Jerusalems ruins.. from her walls of salvation
M6.22; E100|        And praise: thro the whole Earth were reard from Ireland
M6.23; E100|        To Mexico & Peru west, & east to China & Japan; till Babel
M6.24; E100|        The Spectre of Albion frownd over the Nations in glory & war
M6.25; E100|        All things begin & end in Albions ancient Druid rocky shore
M6.26; E100|        But now the Starry Heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion

 
M6.27; E100|        Loud sounds the Hammer of Los, loud turn the Wheels of Enitharmon
M6.28; E100|        Her Looms vibrate with soft affections, weaving the Web of Life
M6.29; E100|        Out from the ashes of the Dead; Los lifts his iron Ladles
M6.30; E100|        With molten ore: he heaves the iron cliffs in his rattling chains
M6.31; E100|        From Hyde Park to the Alms-houses of Mile-end & old Bow
M6.32; E100|        Here the Three Classes of Mortal Men take their fixd destinations
M6.33; E100|        And hence they overspread the Nations of the whole Earth & hence
M6.34; E100|        The Web of Life is woven: & the tender sinews of life created
M6.35; E100|        And the Three Classes of Men regulated by Los's hammer.   t219

 
M7.1;   E100|        The first, The Elect from before the foundation of the World:   t220
M7.2;   E100|        The second, The Redeem'd. The Third, The Reprobate & form'd
M7.3;   E100|        To destruction from the mothers womb: follow with me my plow!   t221

 
M7.4;   E100|        Of the first class was Satan: with incomparable mildness;
M7.5;   E100|        His primitive tyrannical attempts on Los: with most endearing love
M7.6;   E100|        He soft intreated Los to give to him Palamabrons station;
M7.7;   E100|        For Palamabron returnd with labour wearied every evening
M7.8;   E100|        Palamabron oft refus'd; and as often Satan offer'd
M7.9;   E100|        His service till by repeated offers and repeated intreaties
M7.10; E100|        Los gave to him the Harrow of the Almighty; alas blamable
M7.11; E100|        Palamabron. fear'd to be angry lest Satan should accuse him of
M7.12; E100|        Ingratitude, & Los believe the accusation thro Satans extreme
M7.13; E100|        Mildness. Satan labour'd all day. it was a thousand years
M7.14; E100|        In the evening returning terrified overlabourd & astonish'd
M7.15; E100|        Embrac'd soft with a brothers tears Palamabron, who also wept

 
M7.16; E100|        Mark well my words! they are of your eternal salvation

 
M7.17; E100|        Next morning Palamabron rose: the horses of the Harrow
M7.18; E100|        Were maddend with tormenting fury, & the servants of the Harrow
M7.19; E100|        The Gnomes, accus'd Satan, with indignation fury and fire.
M7.20; E100|        Then Palamabron reddening like the Moon in an eclipse,
M7.21; E100|        Spoke saying, You know Satans mildness and his self-imposition,
M7.22; E100|        Seeming a brother, being a tyrant, even thinking himself a brother
M7.23; E100|        While he is murdering the just; prophetic I behold

 
M7.24; E101|        His future course thro' darkness and despair to eternal death
M7.25; E101|        But we must not be tyrants also! he hath assum'd my place
M7.26; E101|        For one whole day, under pretence of pity and love to me:
M7.27; E101|        My horses hath he maddend! and my fellow servants injur'd:
M7.28; E101|        How should he[,] he[,] know the duties of another? O foolish forbearance   t222
M7.29; E101|        Would I had told Los, all my heart! but patience O my friends.
M7.30; E101|        All may be well: silent remain, while I call Los and Satan.

 
M7.31; E101|        Loud as the wind of Beulah that unroots the rocks & hills
M7.32; E101|        Palamabron call'd! and Los & Satan came before him
M7.33; E101|        And Palamabron shew'd the horses & the servants. Satan wept,
M7.34; E101|        And mildly cursing Palamabron, him accus'd of crimes
M7.35; E101|        Himself had wrought. Los trembled; Satans blandishments almost
M7.36; E101|        Perswaded the Prophet of Eternity that Palamabron
M7.37; E101|        Was Satans enemy, & that the Gnomes being Palamabron's friends
M7.38; E101|        Were leagued together against Satan thro' ancient enmity.
M7.39; E101|        What could Los do? how could be judge, when Satans self, believ'd
M7.40; E101|        That he had not oppres'd the horses of the Harrow, nor the servants.

 
M7.41; E101|        So Los said, Henceforth Palamabron, let each his own station
M7.42; E101|        Keep: nor in pity false, nor in officious brotherhood, where
M7.43; E101|        None needs, be active. Mean time Palamabrons horses.
M7.44; E101|        Rag'd with thick flames redundant, & the Harrow maddend with fury.
M7.45; E101|        Trembling Palamabron stood, the strongest of Demons trembled:
M7.46; E101|        Curbing his living creatures; many of the strongest Gnomes,
M7.47; E101|        hey bit in their wild fury, who also maddend like wildest beasts

 
M7.48; E101|        Mark well my words; they are of your eternal salvation

 
M8.1;   E101|        Mean while wept Satan before Los, accusing Palamabron;
M8.2;   E101|        Himself exculpating with mildest speech. for himself believ'd
M8.3;   E101|        That he had not opress'd nor injur'd the refractory servants.

 
M8.4;   E101|        But Satan returning to his Mills (for Palamabron had serv'd
M8.5;   E101|        The Mills of Satan as the easier task) found all confusion
M8.6;   E101|        And back return'd to Los, not fill'd with vengeance but with tears,
M8.7;   E101|        Himself convinc'd of Palamabrons turpitude. Los beheld
M8.8;   E101|        The servants of the Mills drunken with wine and dancing wild
M8.9;   E101|        With shouts and Palamabrons songs, rending the forests green
M8.10; E101|        With ecchoing confusion, tho' the Sun was risen on high.

 
M8.11; E101|        Then Los took off his left sandal placing it on his head,
M8.12; E101|        Signal of solemn mourning: when the servants of the Mills
M8.13; E101|        Beheld the signal they in silence stood, tho' drunk with wine.
M8.14; E101|        Los wept! But Rintrah also came, and Enitharmon on
M8.15; E101|        His arm lean'd tremblingly observing all these things

 
M8.16; E102|        And Los said. Ye Genii of the Mills! the Sun is on high
M8.17; E102|        Your labours call you! Palamabron is also in sad dilemma;
M8.18; E102|        His horses are mad! his Harrow confounded! his companions enrag'd.
M8.19; E102|        Mine is the fault! I should have remember'd that pity divides the soul
M8.20; E102|        And man, unmans: follow with me my Plow. this mournful day
M8.21; E102|        Must be a blank in Nature: follow with me, and tomorrow again
M8.22; E102|        Resume your labours, & this day shall be a mournful day

 
M8.23; E102|        Wildly they follow'd Los and Rintrah, & the Mills were silent
M8.24; E102|        They mourn'd all day this mournful day of Satan & Palamabron:
M8.25; E102|        And all the Elect & all the Redeem'd mourn'd one toward another
M8.26; E102|        Upon the mountains of Albion among the cliffs of the Dead.

 
M8.27; E102|        They Plow'd in tears! incessant pourd Jehovahs rain, & Molechs
M8.28; E102|        Thick fires contending with the rain, thunder'd above rolling
M8.29; E102|        Terrible over their heads; Satan wept over Palamabron
M8.30; E102|        Theotormon & Bromion contended on the side of Satan
M8.31; E102|        Pitying his youth and beauty; trembling at eternal death:
M8.32; E102|        Michael contended against Satan in the rolling thunder
M8.33; E102|        Thulloh the friend of Satan also reprovd him; faint their reproof.

 
M8.34; E102|        But Rintrah who is of the reprobate: of those form'd to destruction
M8.35; E102|        In indignation. for Satans soft dissimulation of friendship!
M8.36; E102|        Flam'd above all the plowed furrows, angry red and furious,
M8.37; E102|        Till Michael sat down in the furrow weary dissolv'd in tears
M8.38; E102|        Satan who drave the team beside him, stood angry & red
M8.39; E102|        He smote Thulloh & slew him, & he stood terrible over Michael
M8.40; E102|        Urging him to arise: he wept! Enitharmon saw his tears
M8.41; E102|        But Los hid Thulloh from her sight, lest she should die of grief
M8.42; E102|        She wept: she trembled! she kissed Satan; she wept over Michael
M8.43; E102|        She form'd a Space for Satan & Michael & for the poor infected[.]
M8.44; E102|        Trembling she wept over the Space, & clos'd it with a tender Moon

 
M8.45; E102|        Los secret buried Thulloh, weeping disconsolate over the moony Space

 
M8.46; E102|        But Palamabron called down a Great Solemn Assembly,
M8.47; E102|        That he who will not defend Truth, may be compelled to
M8.48; E102|        Defend a Lie, that he may be snared & caught & taken

 
M9.1;   E102|        And all Eden descended into Palamabrons tent
M9.2;   E102|        Among Albions Druids & Bards, in the caves beneath Albions
M9.3;   E102|        Death Couch, in the caverns of death, in the corner of the Atlantic.
M9.4;   E102|        And in the midst of the Great Assembly Palamabron pray'd:
M9.5;   E102|        O God protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me
M9.6;   E102|        Thou hast giv'n me power to protect myself from my bitterest enemies.

 
M9.7;   E102|        Mark well my words, they are of your eternal salvation

 
M9.8;   E103|        Then rose the Two Witnesses, Rintrah & Palamabron:
M9.9;   E103|        And Palamabron appeal'd to all Eden, and recievd
M9.10; E103|        Judgment: and Lo! it fell on Rintrah and his rage:
M9.11; E103|        Which now flam'd high & furious in Satan against Plamabron
M9.12; E103|        Till it became a proverb in Eden. Satan is among the Reprobate.

 
M9.13; E103|        Los in his wrath curs'd heaven & earth, he rent up Nations
M9.14; E103|        Standing on Albions rocks among high-reard Druid temples
M9.15; E103|        Which reach the stars of heaven & stretch from pole to pole.
M9.16; E103|        He displacd continents, the oceans fled before his face
M9.17; E103|        He alter'd the poles of the world, east, west & north & south
M9.18; E103|        But he clos'd up Enitharmon from the sight of all these things

 
M9.19; E103|        For Satan flaming with Rintrahs fury hidden beneath his own mildness
M9.20; E103|        Accus'd Palamabron before the Assembly of ingratitude! of malice:
M9.21; E103|        He created Seven deadly Sins drawing out his infernal scroll,
M9.22; E103|        Of Moral laws and cruel punishments upon the clouds of Jehovah
M9.23; E103|        To pervert the Divine voice in its entrance to the earth
M9.24; E103|        With thunder of war & trumpets sound, with armies of disease
M9.25; E103|        Punishments & deaths musterd & number'd; Saying I am God alone
M9.26; E103|        There is no other! let all obey my principles of moral individuality
M9.27; E103|        I have brought them from the uppermost innermost recesses
M9.28; E103|        Of my Eternal Mind, transgressors I will rend off for ever,
M9.29; E103|        As now I rend this accursed Family from my covering.

 
M9.30; E103|        Thus Satan rag'd amidst the Assembly! and his bosom grew
M9.31; E103|        Opake against the Divine Vision: the paved terraces of
M9.32; E103|        His bosom inwards shone with fires, but the stones becoming opake!
M9.33; E103|        Hid him from sight, in an extreme blackness and darkness,
M9.34; E103|        And there a World of deeper Ulro was open'd, in the midst
M9.35; E103|        Of the Assembly. In Satans bosom a vast unfathomable Abyss.

 
M9.36; E103|        Astonishment held the Assembly in an awful silence: and tears
M9.37; E103|        Fell down as dews of night, & a loud solemn universal groan
M9.38; E103|        Was utter'd from the east & from the west & from the south
M9.39; E103|        And from the north; and Satan stood opake immeasurable
M9.40; E103|        Covering the east with solid blackness, round his hidden heart
M9.41; E103|        With thunders utterd from his hidden wheels: accusing loud
M9.42; E103|        The Divine Mercy, for protecting Palamabron in his tent.

 
M9.43; E103|        Rintrah rear'd up walls of rocks and pourd rivers & moats
M9.44; E103|        Of fire round the walls: columns of fire guard around
M9.45; E103|        Between Satan and Palamabron in the terrible darkness.

 
M9.46; E103|        And Satan not having the Science of Wrath, but only of Pity:
M9.47; E103|        Rent them asunder, and wrath was left to wrath, & pity to pity.
M9.48; E103|        He sunk down a dreadful Death, unlike the slumbers of Beulah

 
M9.49; E104|        The Separation was terrible: the Dead was repos'd on his Couch
M9.50; E104|        Beneath the Couch of Albion, on the seven mou[n]tains of Rome
M9.51; E104|        In the whole place of the Covering Cherub, Rome Babylon & Tyre.
M9.52; E104|        His Spectre raging furious descended into its Space

 
M10.1;   E104|        Then Los & Enitharmon knew that Satan is Urizen   t224
M10.2;   E104|        Drawn down by Orc & the Shadowy Female into Generation
M10.3;   E104|        Oft Enitharmon enterd weeping into the Space, there appearing
M10.4;   E104|        An aged Woman raving along the Streets (the Space is named
M10.5;   E104|        Canaan) then she returnd to Los weary frighted as from dreams

 
M10.6;   E104|        The nature of a Female Space is this: it shrinks the Organs
M10.7;   E104|        Of Life till they become Finite & Itself seems Infinite.   t225

 
M10.8;   E104|        And Satan vibrated in the immensity of the Space! Limited
M10.9;   E104|        To those without but Infinite to those within: it fell down and
M10.10; E104|        Became Canaan: closing Los from Eternity in Albions Cliffs
M10.11; E104|        A mighty Fiend against the Divine Humanity mustring to War

 
M10.12; E104|        Satan! Ah me! is gone to his own place, said Los! their God
M10.13; E104|        I will not worship in their Churches, nor King in their Theatres
M10.14; E104|        Elynittria! whence is this jealousy running along the mountains
M10.15; E104|        British Women were not Jealous when Greek & Roman were Jealous
M10.16; E104|        Every thing in Eternity shines by its own Internal light: but thou
M10.17; E104|        Darkenest every Internal light with the arrows of thy quiver
M10.18; E104|        Bound up in the horns of jealousy to a deadly fading Moon
M10.19; E104|        And Ocalythron binds the Sun into a Jealous Globe
M10.20; E104|        That every thing is fixd Opake without Internal light

 
M10.21; E104|        So Los lamented over Satan, who triumphant divided the Nations

 
M11.1;   E104|        He set his face against Jerusalem to destroy the Eon of Albion

 
M11.2;   E104|        But Los hid Enitharmon from the sight of all these things,
M11.3;   E104|        Upon the Thames whose lulling harmony repos'd her soul:
M11.4;   E104|        Where Beulah lovely terminates in rocky Albion:
M11.5;   E104|        Terminating in Hyde Park, on Tyburns awful brook.

 
M11.6;   E104|        And the Mills of Satan were separated into a moony Space
M11.7;   E104|        Among the rocks of Albions Temples, and Satans Druid sons
M11.8;   E104|        Offer the Human Victims throughout all the Earth, and Albions
M11.9;   E104|        Dread Tomb immortal on his Rock, overshadowd the whole Earth:
M11.10; E104|        Where Satan making to himself Laws from his own identity.
M11.11; E104|        Compell'd others to serve him in moral gratitude & submission
M11.12; E104|        Being call'd God: setting himself above all that is called God.
M11.13; E104|        And all the Spectres of the Dead calling themselves Sons of God
M11.14; E104|        In his Synagogues worship Satan under the Unutterable Name

 
M11.15; E105|        And it was enquir'd: Why in a Great Solemn Assembly
M11.16; E105|        The Innocent should be condemn'd for the Guilty? Then an Eternal rose
M11.17; E105|        Saying. If the Guilty should be condemn'd, he must be an Eternal Death
M11.18; E105|        And one must die for another throughout all Eternity.
M11.19; E105|        Satan is fall'n from his station & never can be redeem'd
M11.20; E105|        But must be new created continually moment by moment
M11.21; E105|        And therefore the Class of Satan shall be calld the Elect, & those
M11.22; E105|        Of Rintrah. the Reprobate, & those of Palamabron the Redeem'd
M11.23; E105|        For he is redeem'd from Satans Law, the wrath falling on Rintrah,
M11.24; E105|        And therefore Palamabron dared not to call a solemn Assembly
M11.25; E105|        Till Satan had assum'd Rintrahs wrath in the day of mourning
M11.26; E105|        In a feminine delusion of false pride self-deciev'd.

 
M11.27; E105|        So spake the Eternal and confirm'd it with a thunderous oath

 
M11.28; E105|        But when Leutha a Daughter of Beulah) beheld Satans condemnation
M11.29; E105|        She down descended into the midst of the Great Solemn Assembly
M11.30; E105|        Offering herself a Ransom for Satan, taking on her, his Sin.

 
M11.31; E105|        Mark well my words. they are of your eternal salvation!

 
M11.32; E105|        And Leutha stood glowing with varying colours immortal, heart-piercing
M11.33; E105|        And lovely: & her moth-like elegance shone over the Assembly

 
M11.34; E105|        At length standing upon the golden floor of Palamabron
M11.35; E105|        She spake: I am the Author of this Sin! by my suggestion
M11.36; E105|        My Parent power Satan has committed this transgression.
M11.37; E105|        I loved Palamabron & I sought to approach his Tent,
M11.38; E105|        But beautiful Elynittria with her silver arrows repelld me.

 
M12.1;   E105|        For her light is terrible to me. I fade before her immortal beauty.
M12.2;   E105|        O wherefore doth a Dragon-form forth issue from my limbs
M12.3;   E105|        To sieze her new born son? Ah me! the wretched Leutha!
M12.4;   E105|        This to prevent, entering the doors of Satans brain night after night
M12.5;   E105|        Like sweet perfumes I stupified the masculine perceptions
M12.6;   E105|        And kept only the feminine awake, hence rose his soft
M12.7;   E105|        Delusory love to Palamabron: admiration join'd with envy
M12.8;   E105|        Cupidity unconquerable! my fault, when at noon of day
M12.9;   E105|        The Horses of Palamabron call'd for rest and pleasant death:
M12.10; E105|        I sprang out of the breast of Satan, over the Harrow beaming
M12.11; E105|        In all my beauty! that I might unloose the flaming steeds
M12.12; E105|        As Elynittria use'd to do; but too well those living creatures
M12.13; E105|        Knew that I was not Elynittria, and they brake the traces
M12.14; E105|        But me, the servants of the Harrow saw not: but as a bow
M12.15; E105|        Of varying colours on the hills; terribly rag'd the horses.

 
M12.16; E106|        Satan astonishd, and with power above his own controll
M12.17; E106|        Compell'd the Gnomes to curb the horses, & to throw banks of sand
M12.18; E106|        Around the fiery flaming Harrow in labyrinthine forms.
M12.19; E106|        And brooks between to intersect the meadows in their course.
M12.20; E106|        The Harrow cast thick flames: Jehovah thunderd above:
M12.21; E106|        Chaos & ancient night fled from beneath the fiery Harrow:
M12.22; E106|        The Harrow cast thick flames & orb'd us round in concave fires
M12.23; E106|        A Hell of our own making. see, its flames still gird me round.
M12.24; E106|        Jehovah thunder'd above! Satan in pride of heart
M12.25; E106|        Drove the fierce Harrow among the constellations of Jehovah
M12.26; E106|        Drawing a third part in the fires as stubble north & south
M12.27; E106|        To devour Albion and Jerusalem the Emanation of Albion
M12.28; E106|        Driving the Harrow in Pitys paths. 'twas then, with our dark fires
M12.29; E106|        Which now gird round us (O eternal torment) I form'd the Serpent
M12.30; E106|        Of precious stones & gold turn'd poisons on the sultry wastes
M12.31; E106|        The Gnomes in all that day spar'd not; they curs'd Satan bitterly.
M12.32; E106|        To do unkind things in kindness! with power armd, to say
M12.33; E106|        The most irritating things in the midst of tears and love
M12.34; E106|        These are the stings of the Serpent! thus did we by them; till thus
M12.35; E106|        They in return retaliated, and the Living Creatures maddend.
M12.36; E106|        The Gnomes labourd. I weeping hid in Satans inmost brain;
M12.37; E106|        But when the Gnomes refus'd to labour more, with blandishments
M12.38; E106|        I came forth from the head of Satan! back the Gnomes recoil'd.
M12.39; E106|        And call'd me Sin, and for a sign portentous held me. Soon
M12.40; E106|        Day sunk and Palamabron return'd, trembling I hid myself
M12.41; E106|        In Satans inmost Palace of his nervous fine wrought Brain:
M12.42; E106|        For Elynittria met Satan with all her singing women.
M12.43; E106|        Terrific in their joy & pouring wine of wildest power
M12.44; E106|        They gave Satan their wine: indignant at the burning wrath.
M12.45; E106|        Wild with prophetic fury his former life became like a dream
M12.46; E106|        Cloth'd in the Serpents folds, in selfish holiness demanding purity
M12.47; E106|        Being Most impure, self-condemn'd to eternal tears, he drove
M12.48; E106|        Me from his inmost Brain & the doors clos'd with thunders sound
M12.49; E106|        O Divine Vision who didst create the Female: to repose
M12.50; E106|        The Sleepers of Beulah: pity the repentant Leutha. My

 
M13.1;   E106|        Sick Couch bears the dark shades of Eternal Death infolding
M13.2;   E106|        The Spectre of Satan. he furious refuses to repose in sleep
M13.3;   E106|        I humbly bow in all my Sin before the Throne Divine.
M13.4;   E106|        Not so the Sick-one; Alas what shall be done him to restore?
M13.5;   E106|        Who calls the Individual Law, Holy: and despises the Saviour.
M13.6;   E106|        Glorying to involve Albions Body in fires of eternal War--

 
M13.7;   E106|        Now Leutha ceas'd: tears flow'd: but the Divine Pity supported her.

 
M13.8;   E106|        All is my fault! We are the Spectre of Luvah the murderer.
M13.9;   E106|        Of Albion: O Vala! O Luvah! O Albion! O lovely Jerusalem

 
M13.10; E107|        The Sin was begun in Eternity, and will not rest to Eternity
M13.11; E107|        Till two Eternitys meet together, Ah! lost! lost! lost! for ever!

 
M13.12; E107|        So Leutha spoke. But when she saw that Enitharmon had
M13.13; E107|        Created a New Space to protect Satan from punishment;
M13.14; E107|        She fled to Enitharmons Tent & hid herself. Loud raging
M13.15; E107|        Thundered the Assembly dark & clouded, and they ratify'd
M13.16; E107|        The kind decision of Enitharmon & gave a Time to the Space,
M13.17; E107|        Even Six Thousand years; and sent Lucifer for its Guard.
M13.18; E107|        But Lucifer refus'd to die & in pride he forsook his charge
M13.19; E107|        And they elected Molech, and when Molech was impatient
M13.20; E107|        The Divine hand found the Two Limits: first of Opacity, then of Contraction
M13.21; E107|        Opacity was named Satan, Contraction was named Adam.
M13.22; E107|        Triple Elohim came: Elohim wearied fainted: they elected Shaddai.
M13.23; E107|        Shaddai angry, Pahad descended: Pahad terrified, they sent Jehovah
M13.24; E107|        And Jehovah was leprous; loud he call'd, stretching his hand to Eternity
M13.25; E107|        For then the Body of Death was perfected in hypocritic holiness,

 
M13.26; E107|        Around the Lamb, a Female Tabernacle woven in Cathedrons Looms
M13.27; E107|        He died as a Reprobate. he was Punish'd as a Transgressor!
M13.28; E107|        Glory! Glory! Glory! to the Holy Lamb of God
M13.29; E107|        I touch the heavens as an instrument to glorify the Lord!

 
M13.30; E107|        The Elect shall meet the Redeem'd. on Albions rocks they shall meet
M13.31; E107|        Astonish'd at the Transgressor, in him beholding the Saviour.
M13.32; E107|        And the Elect shall say to the Redeemd. We behold it is of Divine
M13.33; E107|        Mercy alone! of Free Gift and Election that we live.
M13.34; E107|        Our Virtues & Cruel Goodnesses, have deserv'd Eternal Death.
M13.35; E107|        Thus they weep upon the fatal Brook of Albions River.

 
M13.36; E107|        But Elynittria met Leutha in the place where she was hidden.
M13.37; E107|        And threw aside her arrows, and laid down her sounding Bow;
M13.38; E107|        She sooth'd her with soft words & brought her to Palamabrons bed
M13.39; E107|        In moments new created for delusion, interwoven round about,
M13.40; E107|        In dreams she bore the shadowy Spectre of Sleep, & namd him Death.
M13.41; E107|        In dreams she bore Rahab the mother of Tirzah & her sisters
M13.42; E107|        In Lambeths vales; in Cambridge & in Oxford, places of Thought
M13.43; E107|        Intricate labyrinths of Times and Spaces unknown, that Leutha lived
M13.44; E107|        In Palamabrons Tent, and Oothoon was her charming guard.

 
M13.45; E107|        The Bard ceas'd. All consider'd and a loud resounding murmur
M13.46; E107|        Continu'd round the Halls; and much they question'd the immortal
M13.47; E107|        Loud voicd Bard. and many condemn'd the high tone'd Song
M13.48; E107|        Saying Pity and Love are too venerable for the imputation
M13.49; E107|        Of Guilt. Others said. It it is true! if the acts have been perform'd
M13.50; E107|        Let the Bard himself witness. Where hadst thou this terrible Song

 
M13.51; E107|        The Bard replied. I am Inspired! I know it is Truth! for I Sing

 
M14.1;   E108|        According to the inspiration of the Poetic Genius
M14.2;   E108|        Who is the eternal all-protecting Divine Humanity
M14.3;   E108|        To whom be Glory & Power & Dominion Evermore Amen

 
M14.4;   E108|        Then there was great murmuring in the Heavens of Albion
M14.5;   E108|        Concerning Generation & the Vegetative power & concerning
M14.6;   E108|        The Lamb the Saviour: Albion trembled to Italy Greece & Egypt
M14.7;   E108|        To Tartary & Hindostan & China & to Great America
M14.8;   E108|        Shaking the roots & fast foundations of the Earth in doubtfulness
M14.9;   E108|        The loud voic'd Bard terrify'd took refuge in Miltons bosom

 
M14.10; E108|        Then Milton rose up from the heavens of Albion ardorous!
M14.11; E108|        The whole Assembly wept prophetic, seeing in Miltons face
M14.12; E108|        And in his lineaments divine the shades of Death & Ulro
M14.13; E108|        He took off the robe of the promise, & ungirded himself from the oath of God

 
M14.14; E108|        And Milton said, I go to Eternal Death! The Nations still
M14.15; E108|        Follow after the detestable Gods of Priam; in pomp
M14.16; E108|        Of warlike selfhood, contradicting and blaspheming.
M14.17; E108|        When will the Resurrection come; to deliver the sleeping body
M14.18; E108|        From corruptibility: O when Lord Jesus wilt thou come?
M14.19; E108|        Tarry no longer; for my soul lies at the gates of death.
M14.20; E108|        I will arise and look forth for the morning of the grave.
M14.21; E108|        I will go down to the sepulcher to see if morning breaks!
M14.22; E108|        I will go down to self annihilation and eternal death,
M14.23; E108|        Lest the Last Judgment come & find me unannihilate
M14.24; E108|        And I be siez'd & giv'n into the hands of my own Selfhood
M14.25; E108|        The Lamb of God is seen thro' mists & shadows, hov'ring
M14.26; E108|        Over the sepulchers in clouds of Jehovah & winds of Elohim
M14.27; E108|        A disk of blood, distant; & heav'ns & earth's roll dark between
M14.28; E108|        What do I here before the Judgment? without my Emanation?
M14.29; E108|        With the daughters of memory, & not with the daughters of inspiration[?]
M14.30; E108|        I in my Selfhood am that Satan: I am that Evil One!
M14.31; E108|        He is my Spectre! in my obedience to loose him from my Hells
M14.32; E108|        To claim the Hells, my Furnaces, I go to Eternal Death.

 
M14.33; E108|        And Milton said. I go to Eternal Death! Eternity shudder'd
M14.34; E108|        For he took the outside course, among the graves of the dead
M14.35; E108|        A mournful shade. Eternity shudderd at the image of eternal death

 
M14.36; E108|        Then on the verge of Beulah he beheld his own Shadow;
M14.37; E108|        A mournful form double; hermaphroditic: male & female
M14.38; E108|        In one wonderful body. and he enterd into it
M14.39; E108|        In direful pain for the dread shadow, twenty-seven-fold

 
M14.40; E109|        Reachd to the depths of direst Hell, & thence to Albions land:
M14.41; E109|        Which is this earth of vegetation on which now I write,

 
M14.42; E109|        The Seven Angels of the Presence wept over Miltons Shadow!

 
M15.1;   E109|        As when a man dreams, he reflects not that his body sleeps,
M15.2;   E109|        Else he would wake; so seem'd he entering his Shadow: but
M15.3;   E109|        With him the Spirits of the Seven Angels of the Presence
M15.4;   E109|        Entering; they gave him still perceptions of his Sleeping Body;
M15.5;   E109|        Which now arose and walk'd with them in Eden, as an Eighth
M15.6;   E109|        Image Divine tho' darken'd; and tho walking as one walks
M15.7;   E109|        In sleep; and the Seven comforted and supported him.

 
M15.8;   E109|        Like as a Polypus that vegetates beneath the deep!
M15.9;   E109|        They saw his Shadow vegetated underneath the Couch
M15.10; E109|        Of death: for when he enterd into his Shadow: Himself:
M15.11; E109|        His real and immortal Self: was as appeard to those
M15.12; E109|        Who dwell in immortality, as One sleeping on a couch
M15.13; E109|        Of gold; and those in immortality gave forth their Emanations
M15.14; E109|        Like Females of sweet beauty, to guard round him & to feed
M15.15; E109|        His lips with food of Eden in his cold and dim repose!
M15.16; E109|        But to himself he seemd a wanderer lost in dreary night.

 
M15.17; E109|        Onwards his Shadow kept its course among the Spectres; call'd
M15.18; E109|        Satan, but swift as lightning passing them, startled the shades
M15.19; E109|        Of Hell beheld him in a trail of light as of a comet
M15.20; E109|        That travels into Chaos: so Milton went guarded within.

 
M15.21; E109|        The nature of infinity is this: That every thing has its
M15.22; E109|        Own Vortex; and when once a traveller thro Eternity.
M15.23; E109|        Has passd that Vortex, he percieves it roll backward behind
M15.24; E109|        His path, into a globe itself infolding; like a sun:
M15.25; E109|        Or like a moon, or like a universe of starry majesty,
M15.26; E109|        While he keeps onwards in his wondrous journey on the earth
M15.27; E109|        Or like a human form, a friend with whom he livd benevolent.
M15.28; E109|        As the eye of man views both the east & west encompassing
M15.29; E109|        Its vortex; and the north & south, with all their starry host;
M15.30; E109|        Also the rising sun & setting moon he views surrounding
M15.31; E109|        His corn-fields and his valleys of five hundred acres square.
M15.32; E109|        Thus is the earth one infinite plane, and not as apparent
M15.33; E109|        To the weak traveller confin'd beneath the moony shade.
M15.34; E109|        Thus is the heaven a vortex passd already, and the earth
M15.35; E109|        A vortex not yet pass'd by the traveller thro' Eternity.

 
M15.36; E109|        First Milton saw Albion upon the Rock of Ages,
M15.37; E109|        Deadly pale outstretchd and snowy cold, storm coverd;
M15.38; E109|        A Giant form of perfect beauty outstretchd on the rock

 
M15.39; E110|        In solemn death: the Sea of Time & Space thunderd aloud
M15.40; E110|        Against the rock, which was inwrapped with the weeds of death
M15.41; E110|        Hovering over the cold bosom, in its vortex Milton bent down
M15.42; E110|        To the bosom of death, what was underneath soon seemd above.
M15.43; E110|        A cloudy heaven mingled with stormy seas in loudest ruin;
M15.44; E110|        But as a wintry globe descends precipitant thro' Beulah bursting,
M15.45; E110|        With thunders loud and terrible: so Miltons shadow fell
M15.46; E110|        Precipitant loud thundring into the Sea of Time & Space.

 
M15.47; E110|        Then first I saw him in the Zenith as a falling star,
M15.48; E110|        Descending perpendicular, swift as the swallow or swift;
M15.49; E110|        And on my left foot falling on the tarsus, enterd there;
M15.50; E110|        But from my left foot a black cloud redounding spread over Europe.

 
M15.51; E110|        Then Milton knew that the Three Heavens of Beulah were beheld
M15.52; E110|        By him on earth in his bright pilgrimage of sixty years

 
ED; E110|        [Full-page design. For caption see Textual Note.]

 
M17.1;   E110|        In those three females whom his Wives, & those three whom his Daughters
M17.2;   E110|        Had represented and containd, that they might be resum'd
M17.3;   E110|        By giving up of Selfhood: & they distant view'd his journey
M17.4;   E110|        In their eternal spheres, now Human, tho' their Bodies remain clos'd
M17.5;   E110|        In the dark Ulro till the Judgment: also Milton knew: they and
M17.6;   E110|        Himself was Human, tho' now wandering thro Death's Vale
M17.7;   E110|        In conflict with those Female forms, which in blood & jealousy
M17.8;   E110|        Surrounded him, dividing & uniting without end or number.

 
M17.9;   E110|        He saw the Cruelties of Ulro, and he wrote them down
M17.10; E110|        In iron tablets: and his Wives & Daughters names were these
M17.11; E110|        Rahab and Tirzah, & Milcah & Malah & Noah & Hoglah,
M17.12; E110|        They sat rangd round him as the rocks of Horeb round the land
M17.13; E110|        Of Canaan: and they wrote in thunder smoke and fire
M17.14; E110|        His dictate; and his body was the Rock Sinai; that body,
M17.15; E110|        Which was on earth born to corruption: & the six Females
M17.16; E110|        Are Hor & Peor & Bashan & Abarim & Lebanon & Hermon
M17.17; E110|        Seven rocky masses terrible in the Desarts of Midian.

 
M17.18; E110|        But Miltons Human Shadow continu'd journeying above
M17.19; E110|        The rocky masses of The Mundane Shell; in the Lands
M17.20; E110|        Of Edom & Aram & Moab & Midian & Amalek.

 
M17.21; E110|        The Mundane Shell, is a vast Concave Earth: an immense
M17.22; E110|        Hardend shadow of all things upon our Vegetated Earth
M17.23; E110|        Enlarg'd into dimension & deform'd into indefinite space,
M17.24; E110|        In Twenty-seven Heavens and all their Hells; with Chaos
M17.25; E110|        And Ancient Night; & Purgatory. It is a cavernous Earth

 
M17.26; E111|        Of labyrinthine intricacy, twenty-seven folds of opakeness
M17.27; E111|        And finishes where the lark mounts; here Milton journeyed
M17.28; E111|        In that Region calld Midian among the Rocks of Horeb
M17.29; E111|        For travellers from Eternity. pass outward to Satans seat,
M17.30; E111|        But travellers to Eternity. pass inward to Golgonooza.

 
M17.31; E111|        Los the Vehicular terror beheld him, & divine Enitharmon
M17.32; E111|        Call'd all her daughters, Saying. Surely to unloose my bond
M17.33; E111|        Is this Man come! Satan shall be unloosd upon Albion
M17.34; E111|        Los heard in terror Enitharmons words: in fibrous strength
M17.35; E111|        His limbs shot forth like roots of trees against the forward path
M17.36; E111|        Of Miltons jouney. Urizen beheld the immortal Man,

 
M18.1;   E111|        And Tharmas Demon of the Waters, & Orc, who is Luvah

 
M18.2;   E111|        The Shadowy Female seeing Milton, howl'd in her lamentation
M18.3;   E111|        Over the Deeps. outstretching her Twenty seven Heavens over Albion

 
M18.4;   E111|        And thus the Shadowy Female howls in articulate howlings

 
M18.5;   E111|        I will lament over Milton in the lamentations of the afflicted
M18.6;   E111|        My Garments shall be woven of sighs & heart broken lamentations
M18.7;   E111|        The misery of unhappy Families shall be drawn out into its border
M18.8;   E111|        Wrought with the needle with dire sufferings poverty pain & woe
M18.9;   E111|        Along the rocky Island & thence throughout the whole Earth
M18.10; E111|        There shall be the sick Father & his starving Family! there
M18.11; E111|        The Prisoner in the stone Dungeon & the Slave at the Mill
M18.12; E111|        I will have Writings written all over it in Human Words
M18.13; E111|        That every Infant that is born upon the Earth shall read
M18.14; E111|        And get by rote as a hard task of a life of sixty years
M18.15; E111|        I will have Kings inwoven upon it, & Councellors & Mighty Men
M18.16; E111|        The Famine shall clasp it together with buckles & Clasps
M18.17; E111|        And the Pestilence shall be its fringe & the War its girdle
M18.18; E111|        To divide into Rahab & Tirzah that Milton may come to our tents
M18.19; E111|        For I will put on the Human Form & take the Image of God
M18.20; E111|        Even Pity & Humanity but my Clothing shall be Cruelty
M18.21; E111|        And I will put on Holiness as a breastplate & as a helmet
M18.22; E111|        And all my ornaments shall be of the gold of broken hearts
M18.23; E111|        And the precious stones of anxiety & care & desperation & death
M18.24; E111|        And repentance for sin & sorrow & punishment & fear
M18.25; E111|        To defend me from thy terrors O Orc! my only beloved!

 
M18.26; E111|        Orc answerd. Take not the Human Form O loveliest. Take not
M18.27; E111|        Terror upon thee! Behold how I am & tremble lest thou also
M18.28; E111|        Consume in my Consummation; but thou maist take a Form
M18.29; E111|        Female & lovely, that cannot consume in Mans consmmation
M18.30; E111|        Wherefore dost thou Create & Weave this Satan for a Covering[?]
M18.31; E111|        When thou attemptest to put on the Human Form, my wrath

 
M18.32; E112|        Burns to the top of heaven against thee in Jealousy & Fear.
M18.33; E112|        Then I rend thee asunder, then I howl over thy clay & ashes
M18.34; E112|        When wilt thou put on the Female Form as in times of old
M18.35; E112|        With a Garment of Pity & Compassion like the Garment of God
M18.36; E112|        His garments are long sufferings for the Children of Men
M18.37; E112|        Jerusalem is his Garment & not thy Covering Cherub O lovely
M18.38; E112|        Shadow of my delight who wanderest seeking for the prey.

 
M18.39; E112|        So spoke Orc when Oothoon & Leutha hoverd over his Couch
M18.40; E112|        Of fire in interchange of Beauty & Perfection in the darkness
M18.41; E112|        Opening interiorly into Jerusalem & Babylon shining glorious
M18.42; E112|        In the Shadowy Females bosom. Jealous her darkness grew:
M18.43; E112|        Howlings filld all the desolate places in accusations of Sin
M18.44; E112|        In Female beauty shining in the unformd void & Orc in vain
M18.45; E112|        Stretch'd out his hands of fire, & wooed: they triumph in his pain

 
M18.46; E112|        Thus darkend the Shadowy Female tenfold & Orc tenfold
M18.47; E112|        Glowd on his rocky Couch against the darkness: loud thunders
M18.48; E112|        Told of the enormous conflict[.] Earthquake beneath: around;
M18.49; E112|        Rent the Immortal Females, limb from limb & joint from joint
M18.50; E112|        And moved the fast foundations of the Earth to wake the Dead

 
M18.51; E112|        Urizen emerged from his Rocky Form & from his Snows,

 
M19.1;   E112|        And he also darkend his brows: freezing dark rocks between
M19.2;   E112|        The footsteps. and infixing deep the feet in marble beds:
M19.3;   E112|        That Milton labourd with his journey, & his feet bled sore
M19.4;   E112|        Upon the clay now chang'd to marble; also Urizen rose,
M19.5;   E112|        And met him on the shores of Arnon; & by the streams of the brooks

 
M19.6;   E112|        Silent they met, and silent strove among the streams, of Arnon
M19.7;   E112|        Even to Mahanaim, when with cold hand Urizen stoop'd down
M19.8;   E112|        And took up water from the river Jordan: pouring on
M19.9;   E112|        To Miltons brain the icy fluid from his broad cold palm.
M19.10; E112|        But Milton took of the red clay of Succoth, moulding it with care
M19.11; E112|        Between his palms: and filling up the furrows of many years
M19.12; E112|        Beginning at the feet of Urizen, and on the bones
M19.13; E112|        Creating new flesh on the Demon cold, and building him,
M19.14; E112|        As with new clay a Human form in the Valley of Beth Peor.

 
M19.15; E112|        Four Universes round the Mundane Egg remain Chaotic
M19.16; E112|        One to the North, named Urthona: One to the South, named Urizen:
M19.17; E112|        One to the East, named Luvah: One to the West, named Tharmas
M19.18; E112|        They are the Four Zoa's that stood around the Throne Divine!
M19.19; E112|        But when Luvah assum'd the World of Urizen to the South:
M19.20; E112|        And Albion was slain upon his mountains, & in his tent;
M19.21; E112|        All fell towards the Center in dire ruin, sinking down.
M19.22; E112|        And in the South remains a burning fire; in the East a void.

 
M19.23; E113|        In the West, a world of raging waters; in the North a solid,
M19.24; E113|        Unfathomable! without end. But in the midst of these,
M19.25; E113|        Is built eternally the Universe of Los and Enitharmon:
M19.26; E113|        Towards which Milton went, but Urizen oppos'd his path.

 
M19.27; E113|        The Man and Demon strove many periods. Rahab beheld
M19.28; E113|        Standing on Carmel; Rahab and Tirzah trembled to behold
M19.29; E113|        The enormous strife. one giving life, the other giving death
M19.30; E113|        To his adversary. and they sent forth all their sons & daughters
M19.31; E113|        In all their beauty to entice Milton across the river,

 
M19.32; E113|        The Twofold form Hermaphroditic: and the Double-sexed;
M19.33; E113|        The Female-male & the Male-female, self-dividing stood
M19.34; E113|        Before him in their beauty, & in cruelties of holiness!
M19.35; E113|        Shining in darkness, glorious upon the deeps of Entuthon.

 
M19.36; E113|        Saying. Come thou to Ephraim! behold the Kings of Canaan!
M19.37; E113|        The beautiful Amalekites, behold the fires of youth
M19.38; E113|        Bound with the Chain of jealousy by Los & Enitharmon;
M19.39; E113|        The banks of Cam: cold learnings streams: Londons dark-frowning towers;
M19.40; E113|        Lament upon the winds of Europe in Rephaims Vale.
M19.41; E113|        Because Ahania rent apart into a desolate night,
M19.42; E113|        Laments! & Enion wanders like a weeping inarticulate voice
M19.43; E113|        And Vala labours for her bread & water among the Furnaces
M19.44; E113|        Therefore bright Tirzah triumphs: putting on all beauty.
M19.45; E113|        And all perfection, in her cruel sports among the Victims,
M19.46; E113|        Come bring with thee Jerusalem with songs on the Grecian Lyre!
M19.47; E113|        In Natural Religion! in experiments on Men,
M19.48; E113|        Let her be Offerd up to Holiness! Tirzah numbers her;
M19.49; E113|        She numbers with her fingers every fibre ere it grow;
M19.50; E113|        Where is the Lamb of God? where is the promise of his coming?
M19.51; E113|        Her shadowy Sisters form the bones, even the bones of Horeb:
M19.52; E113|        Around the marrow! and the orbed scull around the brain!
M19.53; E113|        His Images are born for War! for Sacrifice to Tirzah!
M19.54; E113|        To Natural Religion! to Tirzah the Daughter of Rahab the Holy!
M19.55; E113|        She ties the knot of nervous fibres, into a white brain!
M19.56; E113|        She ties the knot of bloody veins, into a red hot heart!
M19.57; E113|        Within her bosom Albion lies embalmd, never to awake
M19.58; E113|        Hand is become a rock! Sinai & Horeb, is Hyle & Coban:   t228
M19.59; E113|        Scofield is bound in iron armour before Reubens Gate!
M19.60; E113|        She ties the knot of milky seed into two lovely Heavens,

 
M20.1;   E113|        Two yet but one: each in the other sweet reflected! these
M20.2;   E113|        Are our Three Heavens beneath the shades of Beulah, land of rest!
M20.3;   E113|        Come then to Ephraim & Manasseh O beloved-one!
M20.4;   E113|        Come to my ivory palaces O beloved of thy mother!

 
M20.5;   E114|        And let us bind thee in the bands of War & be thou King
M20.6;   E114|        Of Canaan and reign in Hazor where the Twelve Tribes meet.

 
M20.7;   E114|        So spoke they as in one voice! Silent Milton stood before
M20.8;   E114|        The darkend Urizen; as the sculptor silent stands before
M20.9;   E114|        His forming image; he walks round it patient labouring.
M20.10; E114|        Thus Milton stood forming bright Urizen, while his Mortal part
M20.11; E114|        Sat frozen in the rock of Horeb: and his Redeemed portion,
M20.12; E114|        Thus form'd the Clay of Urizen; but within that portion
M20.13; E114|        His real Human walkd above in power and majesty
M20.14; E114|        Tho darkend; and the Seven Angels of the Presence attended him.

 
M20.15; E114|        O how can I with my gross tongue that cleaveth to the dust,
M20.16; E114|        Tell of the Four-fold Man, in starry numbers fitly orderd
M20.17; E114|        Or how can I with my cold hand of clay! But thou O Lord
M20.18; E114|        Do with me as thou wilt! for I am nothing, and vanity.
M20.19; E114|        If thou chuse to elect a worm, it shall remove the mountains.
M20.20; E114|        For that portion namd the Elect: the Spectrous body of Milton:
M20.21; E114|        Redounding from my left foot into Los's Mundane space,
M20.22; E114|        Brooded over his Body in Horeb against the Resurrection
M20.23; E114|        Preparing it for the Great Consummation; red the Cherub on Sinai
M20.24; E114|        Glow'd; but in terrors folded round his clouds of blood.

 
M20.25; E114|        Now Albions sleeping Humanity began to turn upon his Couch;
M20.26; E114|        Feeling the electric flame of Miltons awful precipitate descent.
M20.27; E114|        Seest thou the little winged fly, smaller than a grain of sand?
M20.28; E114|        It has a heart like thee; a brain open to heaven & hell,
M20.29; E114|        Withinside wondrous & expansive; its gates are not clos'd,
M20.30; E114|        I hope thine are not: hence it clothes itself in rich array;
M20.31; E114|        Hence thou art cloth'd with human beauty O thou mortal man.
M20.32; E114|        Seek not thy heavenly father then beyond the skies:
M20.33; E114|        There Chaos dwells & ancient Night & Og & Anak old:
M20.34; E114|        For every human heart has gates of brass & bars of adamant,
M20.35; E114|        Which few dare unbar because dread Og & Anak guard the gates
M20.36; E114|        Terrific! and each mortal brain is walld and moated round
M20.37; E114|        Within: and Og & Anak watch here; here is the Seat
M20.38; E114|        Of Satan in its Webs; for in brain and heart and loins
M20.39; E114|        Gates open behind Satans Seat to the City of Golgonooza
M20.40; E114|        Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion

 
M20.41; E114|        Thus Milton fell thro Albions heart, travlling outside of Humanity
M20.42; E114|        Beyond the Stars in Chaos in Caverns of the Mundane Shell.

 
M20.43; E114|        But many of the Eternals rose up from eternal tables
M20.44; E114|        Drunk with the Spirit, burning round the Couch of death they stood
M20.45; E114|        Looking down into Beulah: wrathful, fill'd with rage!
M20.46; E114|        They rend the heavens round the Watchers in a fiery circle:
M20.47; E114|        And round the Shadowy Eighth: the Eight close up the Couch

 
M20.48; E115|        Into a tabernacle, and flee with cries down to the Deeps:
M20.49; E115|        Where Los opens his three wide gates, surrounded by raging fires!
M20.50; E115|        They soon find their own place & join the Watchers of the Ulro.

 
M20.51; E115|        Los saw them and a cold pale horror coverd o'er his limbs
M20.52; E115|        Pondering he knew that Rintrah & Palamabron might depart:
M20.53; E115|        Even as Reuben & as Gad; gave up himself to tears.
M20.54; E115|        He sat down on his anvil-stock; and leand upon the trough.
M20.55; E115|        Looking into the black water, mingling it with tears.

 
M20.56; E115|        At last when desperation almost tore his heart in twain
M20.57; E115|        He recollected an old Prophecy in Eden recorded,
M20.58; E115|        And often sung to the loud harp at the immortal feasts
M20.59; E115|        That Milton of the Land of Albion should up ascend
M20.60; E115|        Forwards from Ulro from the Vale of Felpham; and set free
M20.61; E115|        Orc from his Chain of Jealousy, he started at the thought

 
M21.1;   E115|        And down descended into Udan-Adan; it was night:
M21.2;   E115|        And Satan sat sleeping upon his Couch in Udan-Adan:
M21.3;   E115|        His Spectre slept, his Shadow woke; when one sleeps th'other wakes

 
M21.4;   E115|        But Milton entering my Foot; I saw in the nether
M21.5;   E115|        Regions of the Imagination; also all men on Earth,
M21.6;   E115|        And all in Heaven, saw in the nether regions of the Imagination
M21.7;   E115|        In Ulro beneath Beulah, the vast breach of Miltons descent.
M21.8;   E115|        But I knew not that it was Milton, for man cannot know
M21.9;   E115|        What passes in his members till periods of Space & Time
M21.10; E115|        Reveal the secrets of Eternity: for more extensive
M21.11; E115|        Than any other earthly things, are Mans earthly lineaments.

 
M21.12; E115|        And all this Vegetable World appeard on my left Foot,
M21.13; E115|        As a bright sandal formd immortal of precious stones & gold:
M21.14; E115|        I stooped down & bound it on to walk forward thro' Eternity.

 
M21.15; E115|        There is in Eden a sweet River, of milk & liquid pearl,
M21.16; E115|        Namd Ololon; on whose mild banks dwelt those who Milton drove
M21.17; E115|        Down into Ulro: and they wept in long resounding song
M21.18; E115|        For seven days of eternity, and the rivers living banks
M21.19; E115|        The mountains waild! & every plant that grew, in solemn sighs lamented.

 
M21.20; E115|        When Luvahs bulls each morning drag the sulphur Sun out of the Deep
M21.21; E115|        Harnessd with starry harness black & shining kept by black slaves
M21.22; E115|        That work all night at the starry harness. Strong and vigorous
M21.23; E115|        They drag the unwilling Orb: at this time all the Family
M21.24; E115|        Of Eden heard the lamentation, and Providence began.
M21.25; E115|        But when the clarions of day sounded they drownd the lamentations

 
M21.26; E116|        And when night came all was silent in Ololon: & all refusd to lament
M21.27; E116|        In the still night fearing lest they should others molest.

 
M21.28; E116|        Seven mornings Los heard them, as the poor bird within the shell
M21.29; E116|        Hears its impatient parent bird; and Enitharmon heard them:
M21.30; E116|        But saw them not, for the blue Mundane Shell inclosd them in.

 
M21.31; E116|        And they lamented that they had in wrath & fury & fire
M21.32; E116|        Driven Milton into the Ulro; for now they knew too late
M21.33; E116|        That it was Milton the Awakener: they had not heard the Bard,
M21.34; E116|        Whose song calld Milton to the attempt; and Los heard these laments.
M21.35; E116|        He heard them call in prayer all the Divine Family;
M21.36; E116|        And he beheld the Cloud of Milton stretching over Europe.

 
M21.37; E116|        But all the Family Divine collected as Four Suns
M21.38; E116|        In the Four Points of heaven East, West & North & South
M21.39; E116|        Enlarging and enlarging till their Disks approachd each other;
M21.40; E116|        And when they touch'd closed together Southward in One Sun
M21.41; E116|        Over Ololon: and as One Man, who weeps over his brother,
M21.42; E116|        In a dark tomb, so all the Family Divine. wept over Ololon.

 
M21.43; E116|        Saying, Milton goes to Eternal Death! so saying, they groan'd in spirit
M21.44; E116|        And were troubled! and again the Divine Family groaned in spirit!

 
M21.45; E116|        And Ololon said, Let us descend also, and let us give
M21.46; E116|        Ourselves to death in Ulro among the Transgressors.
M21.47; E116|        Is Virtue a Punisher? O no! how is this wondrous thing?
M21.48; E116|        This World beneath, unseen before: this refuge from the wars
M21.49; E116|        Of Great Eternity! unnatural refuge! unknown by us till now!
M21.50; E116|        Or are these the pangs of repentance? let us enter into them

 
M21.51; E116|        Then the Divine Family said. Six Thousand Years are now
M21.52; E116|        Accomplish'd in this World of Sorrow; Miltons Angel knew
M21.53; E116|        The Universal Dictate; and you also feel this Dictate.
M21.54; E116|        And now you know this World of Sorrow, and feel Pity. Obey
M21.55; E116|        The Dictate! Watch over this World, and with your brooding wings,
M21.56; E116|        Renew it to Eternal Life: Lo! I am with you alway
M21.57; E116|        But you cannot renew Milton he goes to Eternal Death

 
M21.58; E116|        So spake the Family Divine as One Man even Jesus
M21.59; E116|        Uniting in One with Ololon & the appearance of One Man
M21.60; E116|        Jesus the Saviour appeard coming in the Clouds of Ololon!

 
M22.1;   E116|        Tho driven away with the Seven Starry Ones into the Ulro
M22.2;   E116|        Yet the Divine Vision remains Every-where For-ever. Amen.
M22.3;   E116|        And Ololon lamented for Milton with a great lamentation.

 
M22.4;   E116|        While Los heard indistinct in fear, what time I bound my sandals
M22.5;   E116|        On; to walk forward thro' Eternity, Los descended to me:
M22.6;   E116|        And Los behind me stood; a terrible flaming Sun: just close

 
M22.7;   E117|        Behind my back; I turned round in terror, and behold.
M22.8;   E117|        Los stood in that fierce glowing fire; & he also stoop'd down
M22.9;   E117|        And bound my sandals on in Udan-Adan; trembling I stood
M22.10; E117|        Exceedingly with fear & terror, standing in the Vale
M22.11; E117|        Of Lambeth: but he kissed me and wishd me health.
M22.12; E117|        And I became One Man with him arising in my strength:
M22.13; E117|        Twas too late now to recede. Los had enterd into my soul:
M22.14; E117|        His terrors now posses'd me whole! I arose in fury & strength.

 
M22.15; E117|        I am that Shadowy Prophet who Six Thousand Years ago
M22.16; E117|        Fell from my station in the Eternal bosom. Six Thousand Years
M22.17; E117|        Are finishd. I return! both Time & Space obey my will.
M22.18; E117|        I in Six Thousand Years walk up and down: for not one Moment
M22.19; E117|        Of Time is lost, nor one Event of Space unpermanent
M22.20; E117|        But all remain: every fabric of Six Thousand Years
M22.21; E117|        Remains permanent: tho' on the Earth where Satan
M22.22; E117|        Fell, and was cut off all things vanish & are seen no more
M22.23; E117|        They vanish not from me & mine, we guard them first & last
M22.24; E117|        The generations of men run on in the tide of Time
M22.25; E117|        But leave their destind lineaments permanent for ever & ever.

 
M22.26; E117|        So spoke Los as we went along to his supreme abode.

 
M22.27; E117|        Rintrah and Palamabron met us at the Gate of Golgonooza
M22.28; E117|        Clouded with discontent. & brooding in their minds terrible things

 
M22.29; E117|        They said. O Father most beloved! O merciful Parent!
M22.30; E117|        Pitying and permitting evil, tho strong & mighty to destroy.
M22.31; E117|        Whence is this Shadow terrible? wherefore dost thou refuse
M22.32; E117|        To throw him into the Furnaces! knowest thou not that he
M22.33; E117|        Will unchain Orc? & let loose Satan, Og, Sihon & Anak,
M22.34; E117|        Upon the Body of Albion? for this he is come! behold it written
M22.35; E117|        Upon his fibrous left Foot black! most dismal to our eyes   t229
M22.36; E117|        The Shadowy Female shudders thro' heaven in torment inexpressible!
M22.37; E117|        And all the Daughters of Los prophetic wail: yet in deceit,
M22.38; E117|        They weave a new Religion from new Jealousy of Theotormon!
M22.39; E117|        Miltons Religion is the cause: there is no end to destruction!
M22.40; E117|        Seeing the Churches at their Period in terror & despair:
M22.41; E117|        Rahab created Voltaire; Tirzah created Rousseau;
M22.42; E117|        Asserting the Self-righteousness against the Universal Saviour,
M22.43; E117|        Mocking the Confessors & Martyrs, claiming Self-righteousness;
M22.44; E117|        With cruel Virtue: making War upon the Lambs Redeemed;
M22.45; E117|        To perpetuate War & Glory. to perpetuate the Laws of Sin:
M22.46; E117|        They perverted Swedenborgs Visions in Beulah & in Ulro;
M22.47; E117|        To destroy Jerusalem as a Harlot & her Sons as Reprobates;
M22.48; E117|        To raise up Mystery the Virgin Harlot Mother of War,
M22.49; E117|        Babylon the Great, the Abomination of Desolation!
M22.50; E117|        O Swedenborg! strongest of men, the Samson shorn by the Churches!

 
M22.51; E118|        Shewing the Transgresors in Hell, the proud Warriors in Heaven:
M22.52; E118|        Heaven as a Punisher & Hell as One under Punishment:
M22.53; E118|        With Laws from Plato & his Greeks to renew the Trojan Gods,
M22.54; E118|        In Albion; & to deny the value of the Saviours blood.
M22.55; E118|        But then I rais'd up Whitefield, Palamabron raisd up Westley,
M22.56; E118|        And these are the cries of the Churches before the two Witnesses[']   t230
M22.57; E118|        Faith in God the dear Saviour who took on the likeness of men:
M22.58; E118|        Becoming obedient to death, even the death of the Cross
M22.59; E118|        The Witnesses lie dead in the Street of the Great City
M22.60; E118|        No Faith is in all the Earth: the Book of God is trodden under Foot:
M22.61; E118|        He sent his two Servants Whitefield & Westley; were they Prophets
M22.62; E118|        Or were they Idiots or Madmen? shew us Miracles!

 
M23.1;   E118|        Can you have greater Miracles than these? Men who devote
M23.2;   E118|        Their lifes whole comfort to intire scorn & injury & death
M23.3;   E118|        Awake thou sleeper on the Rock of Eternity Albion awake
M23.4;   E118|        The trumpet of Judgment hath twice sounded: all Nations are awake
M23.5;   E118|        But thou art still heavy and dull: Awake Albion awake!   t231
M23.6;   E118|        Lo Orc arises on the Atlantic. Lo his blood and fire
M23.7;   E118|        Glow on Americas shore: Albion turns upon his Couch
M23.8;   E118|        He listens to the sounds of War, astonishd and confounded:
M23.9;   E118|        He weeps into the Atlantic deep, yet still in dismal dreams
M23.10; E118|        Unwakend! and the Covering Cherub advances from the East:
M23.11; E118|        How long shall we lay dead in the Street of the great City
M23.12; E118|        How long beneath the Covering Cherub give our Emanations
M23.13; E118|        Milton will utterly consume us & thee our beloved Father
M23.14; E118|        He hath enterd into the Covering Cherub, becoming one with
M23.15; E118|        Albions dread Sons, Hand, Hyle & Coban surround him as
M23.16; E118|        A girdle; Gwendolen & Conwenna as a garment woven
M23.17; E118|        Of War & Religion; let us descend & bring him chained
M23.18; E118|        To Bowlahoola O father most beloved! O mild Parent!
M23.19; E118|        Cruel in thy mildness, pitying and permitting evil
M23.20; E118|        Tho strong and mighty to destroy, O Los our beloved Father!

 
M23.21; E118|        Like the black storm, coming out of Chaos, beyond the stars:
M23.22; E118|        It issues thro the dark & intricate caves of the Mundane Shell
M23.23; E118|        Passing the planetary visions, & the well adorned Firmament
M23.24; E118|        The Sun rolls into Chaos & the Stars into the Desarts;
M23.25; E118|        And then the storms become visible, audible & terrible,
M23.26; E118|        Covering the light of day, & rolling down upon the mountains,
M23.27; E118|        Deluge all the country round. Such is a vision of Los;
M23.28; E118|        When Rintrah & Palamabron spake; and such his stormy face
M23.29; E118|        Appeard, as does the face of heaven, when coverd with thick storms
M23.30; E118|        Pitying and loving tho in frowns of terrible perturbation   t232

 
M23.31; E119|        But Los dispersd the clouds even as the strong winds of Jehovah,

 
M23.32; E119|        And Los thus spoke. O noble Sons, be patient yet a little
M23.33; E119|        I have embracd the falling Death, he is become One with me
M23.34; E119|        O Sons we live not by wrath. by mercy alone we live!
M23.35; E119|        I recollect an old Prophecy in Eden recorded in gold; and oft
M23.36; E119|        Sung to the harp: That Milton of the land of Albion.
M23.37; E119|        Should up ascend forward from Felphams Vale & break the Chain
M23.38; E119|        Of jealousy from all its roots; be patient therefore O my Sons
M23.39; E119|        These lovely Females form sweet night and silence and secret
M23.40; E119|        Obscurities to hide from Satans Watch-Fiends. Human loves
M23.41; E119|        And graces; lest they write them in their Books, & in the Scroll
M23.42; E119|        Of mortal life, to condemn the accused: who at Satans Bar
M23.43; E119|        Tremble in Spectrous Bodies continually day and night
M23.44; E119|        While on the Earth they live in sorrowful Vegetations
M23.45; E119|        O when shall we tread our Wine-presses in heaven; and Reap
M23.46; E119|        Our wheat with shoutings of joy, and leave the Earth in peace
M23.47; E119|        Remember how Calvin and Luther in fury premature
M23.48; E119|        Sow'd War and stern division between Papists & Protestants
M23.49; E119|        Let it not be so now! O go not forth in Martyrdoms & Wars
M23.50; E119|        We were plac'd here by the Universal Brotherhood & Mercy
M23.51; E119|        With powers fitted to circumscribe this dark Satanic death
M23.52; E119|        And that the Seven Eyes of God may have space for Redemption.
M23.53; E119|        But how this is as yet we know not, and we cannot know;
M23.54; E119|        Till Albion is arisen; then patient wait a little while,
M23.55; E119|        Six Thousand years are passd away the end approaches fast;
M23.56; E119|        This mighty one is come from Eden, he is of the Elect,
M23.57; E119|        Who died from Earth & he is returnd before the Judgment. This thing
M23.58; E119|        Was never known that one of the holy dead should willing return
M23.59; E119|        Then patient wait a little while till the Last Vintage is over:
M23.60; E119|        Till we have quenchd the Sun of Salah in the Lake of Udan Adan
M23.61; E119|        O my dear Sons! leave not your Father, as your brethren left me[.]
M23.62; E119|        Twelve Sons successive fled away in that thousand years of sorrow

 
M24.1;   E119|        Of Palamabrons Harrow, & of Rintrahs wrath & fury:
M24.2;   E119|        Reuben & Manazzoth & Gad & Simeon & Levi,
M24.3;   E119|        And Ephraim & Judah were Generated, because
M24.4;   E119|        They left me, wandering with Tirzah: Enitharmon wept
M24.5;   E119|        One thousand years, and all the Earth was in a watry deluge
M24.6;   E119|        We calld him Menassheh because of the Generations of Tirzah
M24.7;   E119|        Because of Satan: & the Seven Eyes of God continually
M24.8;   E119|        Guard round them, but I the Fourth Zoa am also set
M24.9;   E119|        The Watchman of Eternity, the Three are not! & I am preserved
M24.10; E119|        Still my four mighty ones are let to me in Golgonooza
M24.11; E119|        Still Rintrah fierce, and Palamabron mild & piteous
M24.12; E119|        Theotormon filld with care, Bromion loving Science

 
M24.13; E120|        You O my Sons still guard round Los. O wander not & leave me
M24.14; E120|        Rintrah, thou well rememberest when Amalek & Canaan
M24.15; E120|        Fled with their Sister Moab into the abhorred Void
M24.16; E120|        They became Nations in our sight beneath the hands of Tirzah.
M24.17; E120|        And Palamabron thou rememberest when Joseph an infant;
M24.18; E120|        Stolen from his nurses cradle wrapd in needle-work
M24.19; E120|        Of emblematic texture, was sold to the Amalekite,
M24.20; E120|        Who carried him down into Egypt where Ephraim & Menassheh
M24.21; E120|        Gatherd my Sons together in the Sands of Midian
M24.22; E120|        And if you also flee away and leave your Fathers side,
M24.23; E120|        Following Milton into Ulro, altho your power is great
M24.24; E120|        Surely you also shall become poor mortal vegetations
M24.25; E120|        Beneath the Moon of Ulro: pity then your Fathers tears[.]
M24.26; E120|        When Jesus raisd Lazarus from the Grave I stood & saw
M24.27; E120|        Lazarus who is the Vehicular Body of Albion the Redeemd
M24.28; E120|        Arise into the Covering Cherub who is the Spectre of Albion
M24.29; E120|        By martyrdoms to suffer: to watch over the Sleeping Body.
M24.30; E120|        Upon his Rock beneath his Tomb. I saw the Covering Cherub
M24.31; E120|        Divide Four-fold into Four Churches when Lazarus arose
M24.32; E120|        Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine, Luther; behold they stand before us
M24.33; E120|        Stretchd over Europe & Asia. come O Sons, come, come away
M24.34; E120|        Arise O Sons give all your strength against Eternal Death
M24.35; E120|        Lest we are vegetated, for Cathedrons Looms weave only Death
M24.36; E120|        A Web of Death: & were it not for Bowlahoola & Allamanda
M24.37; E120|        No Human Form but only a Fibrous Vegetation
M24.38; E120|        A Polypus of soft affections without Thought or Vision
M24.39; E120|        Must tremble in the Heavens & Earths thro all the Ulro space[.]
M24.40; E120|        Throw all the Vegetated Mortals into Bowlahoola
M24.41; E120|        But as to this Elected Form who is returnd again
M24.42; E120|        He is the Signal that the Last Vintage now approaches
M24.43; E120|        Nor Vegetation may go on till all the Earth is reapd

 
M24.44; E120|        So Los spoke. Furious they descended to Bowlahoola & Allamanda
M24.45; E120|        Indignant. unconvincd by Los's arguments & thun[d]ers rolling
M24.46; E120|        They saw that wrath now swayd and now pity absorbd him
M24.47; E120|        As it was, so it remaind & no hope of an end.

 
M24.48; E120|        Bowlahoola is namd Law. by mortals, Tharmas founded it:
M24.49; E120|        Because of Satan, before Luban in the City of Golgonooza.
M24.50; E120|        But Golgonooza is namd Art & Manufacture by mortal men.

 
M24.51; E120|        In Bowlahoola Los's Anvils stand & his Furnaces rage;
M24.52; E120|        Thundering the Hammers beat & the Bellows blow loud
M24.53; E120|        Living self moving mourning lamenting & howling incessantly
M24.54; E120|        Bowlahoola thro all its porches feels tho' too fast founded
M24.55; E120|        Its pillars & porticoes to tremble at the force

 
M24.56; E120|        Of mortal or immortal arm: and softly lilling flutes
M24.57; E120|        Accordant with the horrid labours make sweet melody   t233

 
M24.58; E121|        The Bellows are the Animal Lungs: the Hammers the Animal Heart
M24.59; E121|        The Furnaces the Stomach for digestion. terrible their fury
M24.60; E121|        Thousands & thousands labour. thousands play on instruments
M24.61; E121|        Stringed or fluted to ameliorate the sorrows of slavery
M24.62; E121|        Loud sport the dancers in the dance of death, rejoicing in carnage
M24.63; E121|        The hard dentant Hammers are lulld by the flutes['] lula lula
M24.64; E121|        The bellowing Furnaces['] blare by the long sounding clarion   t234
M24.65; E121|        The double drum drowns howls & groans, the shrill fife. shrieks & cries:
M24.66; E121|        The crooked horn mellows the hoarse raving serpent, terrible, but harmonious   t235

 
M24.67; E121|        Bowlahoola is the Stomach in every individual man.

 
M24.68; E121|        Los is by mortals nam'd Time Enitharmon is nam'd Space
M24.69; E121|        But they depict him bald & aged who is in eternal youth
M24.70; E121|        All powerful and his locks flourish like the brows of morning
M24.71; E121|        He is the Spirit of Prophecy the ever apparent Elias
M24.72; E121|        Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Times swiftness
M24.73; E121|        Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment:
M24.74; E121|        All the Gods of the Kingdoms of Earth labour in Los's Halls.
M24.75; E121|        Every one is a fallen Son of the Spirit of Prophecy
M24.76; E121|        He is the Fourth Zoa, that stood arou[n]d the Throne Divine.

 
M25.1;   E121|        Loud shout the Sons of Luvah, at the Wine-presses as Los descended
M25.2;   E121|        With Rintrah & Palamabron in his fires of resistless fury.

 
M25.3;   E121|        The Wine-press on the Rhine groans loud, but all its central beams
M25.4;   E121|        Act more terrific in the central Cities of the Nations
M25.5;   E121|        Where Human Thought is crushd beneath the iron hand of Power.
M25.6;   E121|        There Los puts all into the Press, the Opressor & the Opressed
M25.7;   E121|        Together, ripe for the Harvest & Vintage & ready for the Loom.

 
M25.8;   E121|        They sang at the Vintage. This is the Last Vintage! & Seed
M25.9;   E121|        Shall no more be sown upon Earth, till all the Vintage is over
M25.10; E121|        And all gatherd in, till the Plow has passd over the Nations
M25.11; E121|        And the Harrow & heavy thundering Roller upon the mountains

 
M25.12; E121|        And loud the Souls howl round the Porches of Golgonooza
M25.13; E121|        Crying O God deliver us to the Heavens or to the Earths,
M25.14; E121|        That we may preach righteousness & punish the sinner with death
M25.15; E121|        But Los refused, till all the Vintage of Earth was gatherd in.

 
M25.16; E121|        And Los stood & cried to the Labourers of the Vintage in voice of awe.

 
M25.17; E121|        Fellow Labourers! The Great Vintage & Harvest is now upon Earth
M25.18; E121|        The whole extent of the Globe is explored: Every scatterd Atom
M25.19; E121|        Of Human Intellect now is flocking to the sound of the Trumpet
M25.20; E121|        All the Wisdom which was hidden in caves & dens, from ancient
M25.21; E121|        Time; is now sought out from Animal & Vegetable & Mineral

 
M25.22; E122|        The Awakener is come. outstretchd over Europe! the Vision of God is fulfilled
M25.23; E122|        The Ancient Man upon the Rock of Albion Awakes,
M25.24; E122|        He listens to the sounds of War astonishd & ashamed;
M25.25; E122|        He sees his Children mock at Faith and deny Providence
M25.26; E122|        Therefore you must bind the Sheaves not by Nations or Families
M25.27; E122|        You shall bind them in Three Classes; according to their Classes
M25.28; E122|        So shall you bind them. Separating What has been Mixed
M25.29; E122|        Since Men began to be Wove into Nations by Rahab & Tirzah
M25.30; E122|        Since Albions Death & Satans Cutting-off from our awful Fields;
M25.31; E122|        When under pretence to benevolence the Elect Subdud All
M25.32; E122|        From the Foundation of the World. The Elect is one Class: You
M25.33; E122|        Shall bind them separate: they cannot Believe in Eternal Life
M25.34; E122|        Except by Miracle & a New Birth. The other two Classes;
M25.35; E122|        The Reprobate who never cease to Believe, and the Redeemd,
M25.36; E122|        Who live in doubts & fears perpetually tormented by the Elect
M25.37; E122|        These you shall bind in a twin-bundle for the Consummation--
M25.38; E122|        But the Elect must be saved [from] fires of Eternal Death,
M25.39; E122|        To be formed into the Churches of Beulah that they destroy not the Earth
M25.40; E122|        For in every Nation & every Family the Three Classes are born
M25.41; E122|        And in every Species of Earth, Metal, Tree, Fish, Bird & Beast.
M25.42; E122|        We form the Mundane Egg, that Spectres coming by fury or amity
M25.43; E122|        All is the same, & every one remains in his own energy
M25.44; E122|        Go forth Reapers with rejoicing. you sowed in tears
M25.45; E122|        But the time of your refreshing cometh, only a little moment
M25.46; E122|        Still abstain from pleasure & rest, in the labours of eternity
M25.47; E122|        And you shall Reap the whole Earth, from Pole to Pole! from Sea to Sea
M25.48; E122|        Begining at Jerusalems Inner Court, Lambeth ruin'd and given
M25.49; E122|        To the detestable Gods of Priam, to Apollo: and at the Asylum
M25.50; E122|        Given to Hercules, who labour in Tirzahs Looms for bread
M25.51; E122|        Who set Pleasure against Duty: who Create Olympic crowns
M25.52; E122|        To make Learning a burden & the Work of the Holy Spirit: Strife.
M25.53; E122|        T[o] Thor & cruel Odin who first reard the Polar Caves   t236
M25.54; E122|        Lambeth mourns calling Jerusalem. she weeps & looks abroad
M25.55; E122|        For the Lords coming, that Jerusalem may overspread all Nations
M25.56; E122|        Crave not for the mortal & perishing delights, but leave them
M25.57; E122|        To the weak, and pity the weak as your infant care; Break not
M25.58; E122|        Forth in your wrath lest you also are vegetated by Tirzah
M25.59; E122|        Wait till the Judgement is past, till the Creation is consumed
M25.60; E122|        And then rush forward with me into the glorious spiritual
M25.61; E122|        Vegetation; the Supper of the Lamb & his Bride; and the
M25.62; E122|        Awaking of Albion our friend and ancient companion.

 
M25.63; E122|        So Los spoke. But lightnings of discontent broke on all sides round
M25.64; E122|        And murmurs of thunder rolling heavy long & loud over the mountains
M25.65; E122|        While Los calld his Sons around him to the Harvest & the Vintage.

 
M25.66; E123|        Thou seest the Constellations in the deep & wondrous Night
M25.67; E123|        They rise in order and continue their immortal courses
M25.68; E123|        Upon the mountains & in vales with harp & heavenly song
M25.69; E123|        With flute & clarion; with cups & measures filld with foaming wine.
M25.70; E123|        Glittring the streams reflect the Vision of beatitude,
M25.71; E123|        And the calm Ocean joys beneath & smooths his awful waves!

 
M26.1;   E123|        These are the Sons of Los, & these the Labourers of the Vintage
M26.2;   E123|        Thou seest the gorgeous clothed Flies that dance & sport in summer
M26.3;   E123|        Upon the sunny brooks & meadows: every one the dance   t237
M26.4;   E123|        Knows in its intricate mazes of delight artful to weave:
M26.5;   E123|        Each one to sound his instruments of music in the dance,
M26.6;   E123|        To touch each other & recede; to cross & change & return
M26.7;   E123|        These are the Children of Los; thou seest the Trees on mountains
M26.8;   E123|        The wind blows heavy, loud they thunder thro' the darksom sky
M26.9;   E123|        Uttering prophecies & speaking instructive words to the sons
M26.10; E123|        Of men: These are the Sons of Los! These the Visions of Eternity

 
M26.11; E123|        But we see only as it were the hem of their garments
M26.12; E123|        When with our vegetable eyes we view these wond'rous Visions

 
M26.13; E123|        There are Two Gates thro which all Souls descend. One Southward
M26.14; E123|        From Dover Cliff o Lizard Point. the other toward the North
M26.15; E123|        Caithness & rocky Durness, Pentland & John Groats House.

 
M26.16; E123|        The Souls descending to the Body, wail on the right hand
M26.17; E123|        Of Los; & those deliverd from the Body, on the left hand
M26.18; E123|        For Los against the east his force continually bends
M26.19; E123|        Along the Valleys of Middlesex from Hounslow to Blackheath
M26.20; E123|        Lest those Three Heavens of Beulah should the Creation destroy
M26.21; E123|        And lest they should descend before the north & south Gates
M26.22; E123|        Groaning with pity, he among the wailing Souls laments.

 
M26.23; E123|        And these the Labours of the Sons of Los in Allamanda:
M26.24; E123|        And in the City of Golgonooza: & in Luban: & around
M26.25; E123|        The Lake of Udan-Adan, in the Forests of Entuthon Benython
M26.26; E123|        Where Souls incessant wail, being piteous Passions & Desires
M26.27; E123|        With neither lineament nor form but like to watry clouds
M26.28; E123|        The Passions & Desires descend upon the hungry winds
M26.29; E123|        For such alone Sleepers remain meer passion & appetite;
M26.30; E123|        The Sons of Los clothe them & feed & provide houses & fields

 
M26.31; E123|        And every Generated Body in its inward form,
M26.32; E123|        Is a garden of delight & a building of magnificence,
M26.33; E123|        Built by the Sons of Los in Bowlahoola & Allamanda
M26.34; E123|        And the herbs & flowers & furniture & beds & chambers
M26.35; E123|        Continually woven in the Looms of Enitharmons Daughters
M26.36; E123|        In bright Cathedrons golden Dome with care & love & tears
M26.37; E123|        For the various Classes of Men are all markd out determinate

 
M26.38; E124|        In Bowlahoola; & as the Spectres choose their affinities
M26.39; E124|        So they are born on Earth, & every Class is determinate
M26.40; E124|        But not by Natural but by Spiritual power alone. Because
M26.41; E124|        The Natural power continually seeks & tends to Destruction
M26.42; E124|        Ending in Death: which would of itself be Eternal Death
M26.43; E124|        And all are Class'd by Spiritual, & not by Natural power.

 
M26.44; E124|        And every Natural Effect has a Spiritual Cause, and Not
M26.45; E124|        A Natural: for a Natural Cause only seems, it is Delusion
M26.46; E124|        Of Ulro: & a ratio of the perishing Vegetable Memory.

 
M27.1;   E124|        But the Wine-press of Los is eastward of Golgonooza, before the Seat
M27.2;   E124|        Of Satan. Luvah laid the foundation & Urizen finish'd it in howling Woe.
M27.3;   E124|        How red the sons & daughters of Luvah! here they tread the grapes.
M27.4;   E124|        Laughing & shouting drunk with odours many fall oerwearied   t239
M27.5;   E124|        Drownd in the wine is many a youth & maiden: those around
M27.6;   E124|        Lay them on skins of Tygers & of the spotted Leopard & the Wild Ass
M27.7;   E124|        Till they revive, or bury them in cool grots, making lamentation.

 
M27.8;   E124|        This Wine-press is call'd War on Earth, it is the Printing-Press
M27.9;   E124|        Of Los; and here he lays his words in order above the mortal brain
M27.10; E124|        As cogs are formd in a wheel to turn the cogs of the adverse wheel.

 
M27.11; E124|        Timbrels & violins sport round the Wine-presses; the little Seed;
M27.12; E124|        The sportive Root, the Earth-worm, the gold Beetle; the wise Emmet;
M27.13; E124|        Dance round the Wine-presses of Luvah: the Centipede is there:
M27.14; E124|        The ground Spider with many eyes: the Mole clothed in velvet
M27.15; E124|        The ambitious Spider in his sullen web; the lucky golden Spinner;
M27.16; E124|        The Earwig armd: the tender Maggot emblem of immortality:
M27.17; E124|        The Flea: Louse: Bug: the Tape-Worm: all the Armies of Disease:
M27.18; E124|        Visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating Man.
M27.19; E124|        The slow Slug: the Grasshopper that sings & laughs & drinks:
M27.20; E124|        Winter comes, he folds his slender bones without a murmur.
M27.21; E124|        The cruel Scorpion is there: the Gnat: Wasp: Hornet & the Honey Bee:
M27.22; E124|        The Toad & venomous Newt; the Serpent clothd in gems & gold:
M27.23; E124|        They throw off their gorgeous raiment: they rejoice with loud jubilee
M27.24; E124|        Around the Wine-presses of Luvah, naked & drunk with wine.

 
M27.25; E124|        There is the Nettle that stings with soft down; and there
M27.26; E124|        The indignant Thistle: whose bitterness is bred in his milk:
M27.27; E124|        Who feeds on contempt of his neighbour: there all the idle Weeds
M27.28; E124|        That creep around the obscure places, shew their various limbs.
M27.29; E124|        Naked in all their beauty dancing round the Wine-presses.

 
M27.30; E124|        But in the Wine-presses the Human grapes sing not, nor dance
M27.31; E124|        They howl & writhe in shoals of torment; in fierce flames consuming,

 
M27.32; E125|        In chains of iron & in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires.
M27.33; E125|        In pits & dens & shades of death: in shapes of torment & woe.
M27.34; E125|        The plates & screws & wracks & saws & cords & fires & cisterns
M27.35; E125|        The cruel joys of Luvahs Daughters lacerating with knives
M27.36; E125|        And whips their Victims & the deadly sport of Luvahs Sons.

 
M27.37; E125|        They dance around the dying, & they drink the howl & groan
M27.38; E125|        They catch the shrieks in cups of gold, they hand them to one another:
M27.39; E125|        These are the sports of love, & these the sweet delights of amorous play
M27.40; E125|        Tears of the grape, the death sweat of the cluster the last sigh
M27.41; E125|        Of the mild youth who listens to the lureing songs of Luvah

 
M27.42; E125|        But Allamanda calld on Earth Commerce, is the Cultivated land
M27.43; E125|        Around the City of Golgonooza in the Forests of Entuthon:
M27.44; E125|        Here the Sons of Los labour against Death Eternal; through all
M27.45; E125|        The Twenty-seven Heavens of Beulah in Ulro, Seat of Satan,
M27.46; E125|        Which is the False Tongue beneath Beulah: it is the Sense of Touch:
M27.47; E125|        The Plow goes forth in tempests & lightnings & the narrow cruel
M27.48; E125|        In blights of the east; the heavy Roller follows in howlings of woe.

 
M27.49; E125|        Urizens sons here labour also; & here are seen the Mills
M27.50; E125|        Of Theotormon, on the verge of the Lake of Udan-Adan:
M27.51; E125|        These are the starry voids of night & the depths & caverns of earth
M27.52; E125|        These Mills are oceans, clouds & waters ungovernable in their fury
M27.53; E125|        Here are the stars created & the seeds of all things planted
M27.54; E125|        And here the Sun & Moon recieve their fixed destinations

 
M27.55; E125|        But in Eternity the Four Arts: Poetry, Painting, Music,
M27.56; E125|        And Architecture which is Science: are the Four Faces of Man.
M27.57; E125|        Not so in Time & Space: there Three are shut out, and only
M27.58; E125|        Science remains thro Mercy: & by means of Science, the Three
M27.59; E125|        Become apparent in time & space, in the Three Professions

 
M27.60; E125|        Poetry in Religion: Music, Law: Painting, in Physic & Surgery:   t240

 
M27.61; E125|        That Man may live upon Earth till the time of his awaking,
M27.62; E125|        And from these Three, Science derives every Occupation of Men.
M27.63; E125|        And Science is divided into Bowlahoola & Allamanda.

 
M28.1;   E125|        Some Sons of Los surround the Passions with porches of iron & silver
M28.2;   E125|        Creating form & beauty around the dark regions of sorrow,
M28.3;   E125|        Giving to airy nothing a name and a habitation
M28.4;   E125|        Delightful! with bounds to the Infinite putting off the Indefinite
M28.5;   E125|        Into most holy forms of Thought: (such is the power of inspiration)
M28.6;   E125|        They labour incessant; with many tears & afflictions:
M28.7;   E125|        Creating the beautiful House for the piteous sufferer.

 
M28.8;   E125|        Others; Cabinets richly fabricate of gold & ivory;
M28.9;   E125|        For Doubts & fears unform'd & wretched & melancholy   t241

 
M28.10; E126|        The little weeping Spectre stands on the threshold of Death
M28.11; E126|        Eternal; and sometimes two Spectres like lamps quivering
M28.12; E126|        And often malignant they combat (heart-breaking sorrowful & piteous)
M28.13; E126|        Antamon takes them into his beautiful flexible hands,
M28.14; E126|        As the Sower takes the seed, or as the Artist his clay
M28.15; E126|        Or fine wax, to mould artful a model for golden ornaments,
M28.16; E126|        The soft hands of Antamon draw the indelible line:
M28.17; E126|        Form immortal with golden pen; such as the Spectre admiring
M28.18; E126|        Puts on the sweet form; then smiles Antamon bright thro his windows
M28.19; E126|        The Daughters of beauty look up from their Loom & prepare.
M28.20; E126|        The integument soft for its clothing with joy & delight.

 
M28.21; E126|        But Theotormon & Sotha stand in the Gate of Luban anxious
M28.22; E126|        Their numbers are seven million & seven thousand & seven hundred
M28.23; E126|        They contend with the weak Spectres, they fabricate soothing forms
M28.24; E126|        The Spectre refuses. he seeks cruelty. they create the crested Cock
M28.25; E126|        Terrified the Spectre screams & rushes in fear into their Net
M28.26; E126|        Of kindness & compassion & is born a weeping terror.
M28.27; E126|        Or they create the Lion & Tyger in compassionate thunderings
M28.28; E126|        Howling the Spectres flee: they take refuge in Human lineaments.

 
M28.29; E126|        The Sons of Ozoth within the Optic Nerve stand fiery glowing
M28.30; E126|        And the number of his Sons is eight millions & eight.
M28.31; E126|        They give delights to the man unknown; artificial riches
M28.32; E126|        They give to scorn, & their posessors to trouble & sorrow & care,
M28.33; E126|        Shutting the sun. & moon. & stars. & trees. & clouds. & waters.
M28.34; E126|        And hills. out from the Optic Nerve & hardening it into a bone
M28.35; E126|        Opake. and like the black pebble on the enraged beach.
M28.36; E126|        While the poor indigent is like the diamond which tho cloth'd
M28.37; E126|        In rugged covering in the mine, is open all within
M28.38; E126|        And in his hallowd center holds the heavens of bright eternity
M28.39; E126|        Ozoth here builds walls of rocks against the surging sea
M28.40; E126|        And timbers crampt with iron cramps bar in the joys of life
M28.41; E126|        From fell destruction in the Spectrous cunning or rage. He Creates
M28.42; E126|        The speckled Newt, the Spider & Beetle, the Rat & Mouse,
M28.43; E126|        The Badger & Fox: they worship before his feet in trembling fear.

 
M28.44; E126|        But others of the Sons of Los build Moments & Minutes & Hours
M28.45; E126|        And Days & Months & Years & Ages & Periods; wondrous buildings
M28.46; E126|        And every Moment has a Couch of gold for soft repose,
M28.47; E126|        (A Moment equals a pulsation of the artery) ,
M28.48; E126|        And between every two Moments stands a Daughter of Beulah
M28.49; E126|        To feed the Sleepers on their Couches with maternal care.
M28.50; E126|        And every Minute has an azure Tent with silken Veils.
M28.51; E126|        And every Hour has a bright golden Gate carved with skill.
M28.52; E126|        And every Day & Night, has Walls of brass & Gates of adamant,
M28.53; E126|        Shining like precious stones & ornamented with appropriate signs:

 
M28.54; E127|        And every Month, a silver paved Terrace builded high:
M28.55; E127|        And every Year, invulnerable Barriers with high Towers.
M28.56; E127|        And every Age is Moated deep with Bridges of silver & gold.
M28.57; E127|        And every Seven Ages is Incircled with a Flaming Fire.
M28.58; E127|        Now Seven Ages is amounting to Two Hundred Years
M28.59; E127|        Each has its Guard. each Moment Minute Hour Day Month & Year.
M28.60; E127|        All are the work of Fairy hands of the Four Elements
M28.61; E127|        The Guard are Angels of Providence on duty evermore
M28.62; E127|        Every Time less than a pulsation of the artery
M28.63; E127|        Is equal in its period & value to Six Thousand Years.

 
M29.1;   E127|        For in this Period the Poets Work is Done: and all the Great
M29.2;   E127|        Events of Time start forth & are concievd in such a Period
M29.3;   E127|        Within a Moment: a Pulsation of the Artery.

 
M29.4;   E127|        The Sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los
M29.5;   E127|        And every Space that a Man views around his dwelling-place:
M29.6;   E127|        Standing on his own roof, or in his garden on a mount
M29.7;   E127|        Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his Universe;
M29.8;   E127|        And on its verge the Sun rises & sets. the Clouds bow
M29.9;   E127|        To meet the flat Earth & the Sea in such an orderd Space:
M29.10; E127|        The Starry heavens reach no further but here bend and set
M29.11; E127|        On all sides & the two Poles turn on their valves of gold:
M29.12; E127|        And if he move his dwelling-place, his heavens also move.
M29.13; E127|        Wher'eer he goes & all his neighbourhood bewail his loss:
M29.14; E127|        Such are the Spaces called Earth & such its dimension:
M29.15; E127|        As to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner,
M29.16; E127|        As of a Globe rolling thro Voidness, it is a delusion of Ulro
M29.17; E127|        The Microscope knows not of this nor the Telescope. they alter
M29.18; E127|        The ratio of the Spectators Organs but leave Objects untouchd
M29.19; E127|        For every Space larger than a red Globule of Mans blood.
M29.20; E127|        Is visionary: and is created by the Hammer of Los
M29.21; E127|        And every Space smaller than a Globule of Mans blood. opens
M29.22; E127|        Into Eternity of which this vegetable Earth is but a shadow:
M29.23; E127|        The red Globule is the unwearied Sun by Los created
M29.24; E127|        To measure Time and Space to mortal Men. every morning.
M29.25; E127|        Bowlahoola & Allamanda are placed on each side
M29.26; E127|        Of that Pulsation & that Globule, terrible their power.

 
M29.27; E127|        But Rintrah & Palamabron govern over Day & Night
M29.28; E127|        In Allamanda & Entuthon Benython where Souls wail:
M29.29; E127|        Where Orc incessant howls burning in fires of Eternal Youth,
M29.30; E127|        Within the vegetated mortal Nerves; for every Man born is joined
M29.31; E127|        Within into One mighty Polypus, and this Polypus is Orc.

 
M29.32; E127|        But in the Optic vegetative Nerves Sleep was transformed
M29.33; E127|        To Death in old time by Satan the father of Sin & Death
M29.34; E127|        And Satan is the Spectre of Orc & Orc is the generate Luvah

 
M29.35; E128|        But in the Nerves of the Nostrils, Accident being formed
M29.36; E128|        Into Substance & Principle, by the cruelties of Demonstration
M29.37; E128|        It became Opake & Indefinite; but the Divine Saviour,
M29.38; E128|        Formed it into a Solid by Los's Mathematic power.
M29.39; E128|        He named the Opake Satan: he named the Solid Adam

 
M29.40; E128|        And in the Nerves of the Ear, (for the Nerves of the Tongue are closed)
M29.41; E128|        On Albions Rock Los stands creating the glorious Sun each morning
M29.42; E128|        And when unwearied in the evening he creates the Moon
M29.43; E128|        Death to delude, who all in terror at their splendor leaves
M29.44; E128|        His prey while Los appoints, & Rintrah & Palamabron guide
M29.45; E128|        The Souls clear from the Rock of Death, that Death himself may wake
M29.46; E128|        In his appointed season when the ends of heaven meet.

 
M29.47; E128|        Then Los conducts the Spirits to be Vegetated, into
M29.48; E128|        Great Golgonooza, free from the four iron pillars of Satans Throne
M29.49; E128|        (Temperance, Prudence, Justice, Fortitude, the four pillars of tyranny)
M29.50; E128|        That Satans Watch-Fiends touch them not before they Vegetate.

 
M29.51; E128|        But Enitharmon and her Daughters take the pleasant charge.
M29.52; E128|        To give them to their lovely heavens till the Great Judgment Day
M29.53; E128|        Such is their lovely charge. But Rahab & Tirzah pervert
M29.54; E128|        Their mild influences, therefore the Seven Eyes of God walk round
M29.55; E128|        The Three Heavens of Ulro, where Tirzah & her Sisters
M29.56; E128|        Weave the black Woof of Death upon Entuthon Benython
M29.57; E128|        In the Vale of Surrey where Horeb terminates in Rephaim
M29.58; E128|        The stamping feet of Zelophehads Daughters are coverd with Human gore
M29.59; E128|        Upon the treddles of the Loom, they sing to the winged shuttle:
M29.60; E128|        The River rises above his banks to wash the Woof:
M29.61; E128|        He takes it in his arms: he passes it in strength thro his current
M29.62; E128|        The veil of human miseries is woven over the Ocean
M29.63; E128|        From the Atlantic to the Great South Sea, the Erythrean.

 
M29.64; E128|        Such is the World of Los the labour of six thousand years.
M29.65; E128|        Thus Nature is a Vision of the Science of the Elohim.

 
M29; E128|        End of the First Book.

 
M30; E129|        MILTON: BOOK THE SECOND

 
M30.1;   E129|        There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True
M30.2;   E129|        This place is called Beulah, It is a pleasant lovely Shadow
M30.3;   E129|        Where no dispute can come. Because of those who Sleep.
M30.4;   E129|        Into this place the Sons & Daughters of Ololon descended
M30.5;   E129|        With solemn mourning into Beulahs moony shades & hills
M30.6;   E129|        Weeping for Milton: mute wonder held the Daughters of Beulah
M30.7;   E129|        Enrapturd with affection sweet and mild benevolence

 
M30.8;   E129|        Beulah is evermore Created around Eternity; appearing
M30.9;   E129|        To the Inhabitants of Eden, around them on all sides.
M30.10; E129|        But Beulah to its Inhabitants appears within each district
M30.11; E129|        As the beloved infant in his mothers bosom round incircled
M30.12; E129|        With arms of love & pity & sweet compassion. But to
M30.13; E129|        The Sons of Eden the moony habitations of Beulah,
M30.14; E129|        Are from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant Rest.

 
M30.15; E129|        And it is thus Created. Lo the Eternal Great Humanity
M30.16; E129|        To whom be Glory & Dominion Evermore Amen
M30.17; E129|        Walks among all his awful Family see in every face
M30.18; E129|        As the breath of the Almighty. such are the words of man to man
M30.19; E129|        In the great Wars of Eternity, in fury of Poetic Inspiration,
M30.20; E129|        To build the Universe stupendous: Mental forms Creating

 
M30.21; E129|        But the Emanations trembled exceedingly, nor could they
M30.22; E129|        Live, because the life of Man was too exceeding unbounded
M30.23; E129|        His joy became terrible to them they trembled & wept
M30.24; E129|        Crying with one voice. Give us a habitation & a place
M30.25; E129|        In which we may be hidden under the shadow of wings
M30.26; E129|        For if we who are but for a time, & who pass away in winter
M30.27; E129|        Behold these wonders of Eternity we shall consume
M30.28; E129|        But you O our Fathers & Brothers, remain in Eternity

 
M30.29; E130|        But grant us a Temporal Habitation. do you speak
M30.30; E130|        To us; we will obey your words as you obey Jesus
M30.31; E130|        The Eternal who is blessed for ever & ever. Amen

 
M30.32; E130|        So spake the lovely Emanations; & there appeard a pleasant
M30.33; E130|        Mild Shadow above: beneath: & on all sides round,

 
M31.1;   E130|        Into this pleasant Shadow all the weak & weary
M31.2;   E130|        Like Women & Children were taken away as on wings
M31.3;   E130|        Of dovelike softness, & shadowy habitations prepared for them
M31.4;   E130|        But every Man returnd & went still going forward thro'
M31.5;   E130|        The Bosom of the Father in Eternity on Eternity
M31.6;   E130|        Neither did any lack or fall into Error without
M31.7;   E130|        A Shadow to repose in all the Days of happy Eternity

 
M31.8;   E130|        Into this pleasant Shadow Beulah, all Ololon descended
M31.9;   E130|        And when the Daughters of Beulah heard the lamentation
M31.10; E130|        All Beulah wept, for they saw the Lord coming in the Clouds
M31.11; E130|        And the Shadows of Beulah terminate in rocky Albion.

 
M31.12; E130|        And all Nations wept in affliction Family by Family
M31.13; E130|        Germany wept towards France & Italy: England wept & trembled
M31.14; E130|        Towards America: India rose up from his golden bed:
M31.15; E130|        As one awakend in the night: they saw the Lord coming
M31.16; E130|        In the Clouds of Ololon with Power & Great Glory!

 
M31.17; E130|        And all the Living Creatures of the Four Elements, wail'd
M31.18; E130|        With bitter wailing: these in the aggregate are named Satan
M31.19; E130|        And Rahab: they know not of Regeneration, but only of Generation
M31.20; E130|        The Fairies, Nymphs, Gnomes & Genii of the Four Elements
M31.21; E130|        Unforgiving & unalterable: these cannot be Regenerated
M31.22; E130|        But must be Created, for they know only of Generation
M31.23; E130|        These are the Gods of the Kingdoms of the Earth: in contrarious
M31.24; E130|        And cruel opposition: Element against Element, opposed in War
M31.25; E130|        Not Mental, as the Wars of Eternity, but a Corporeal Strife
M31.26; E130|        In Los's Halls continual labouring in the Furnaces of Golgonooza
M31.27; E130|        Orc howls on the Atlantic: Enitharmon trembles: All Beulah weeps

 
M31.28; E130|        Thou hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring;
M31.29; E130|        The Lark sitting upon his earthy bed: just as the morn
M31.30; E130|        Appears; listens silent; then springing from the waving Corn-field! loud
M31.31; E130|        He leads the Choir of Day! trill, trill, trill, trill,
M31.32; E130|        Mounting upon the wings of light into the Great Expanse:
M31.33; E130|        Reecchoing against the lovely blue & shining heavenly Shell:
M31.34; E130|        His little throat labours with inspiration; every feather
M31.35; E130|        On throat & breast & wings vibrates with the effluence Divine
M31.36; E130|        All Nature listens silent to him & the awful Sun
M31.37; E130|        Stands still upon the Mountain looking on this little Bird

 
M31.38; E131|        With eyes of soft humility, & wonder love & awe.
M31.39; E131|        Then loud from their green covert all the Birds begin their Song
M31.40; E131|        The Thrush, the Linnet & the Goldfinch, Robin & the Wren
M31.41; E131|        Awake the Sun from his sweet reverie upon the Mountain:
M31.42; E131|        The Nightingale again assays his song, & thro the day,
M31.43; E131|        And thro the night warbles luxuriant; every Bird of Song
M31.44; E131|        Attending his loud harmony with admiration & love.
M31.45; E131|        This is a Vision of the lamentation of Beulah over Ololon!

 
M31.46; E131|        Thou percievest the Flowers put forth their precious Odours!
M31.47; E131|        And none can tell how from so small a center comes such sweets
M31.48; E131|        Forgetting that within that Center Eternity expands
M31.49; E131|        Its ever during doors, that Og & Anak fiercely guard[.]
M31.50; E131|        First eer the morning breaks joy opens in the flowery bosoms
M31.51; E131|        Joy even to tears, which the Sun rising dries; first the Wild Thyme
M31.52; E131|        And Meadow-sweet downy & soft waving among the reeds.
M31.53; E131|        Light springing on the air lead the sweet Dance: they wake
M31.54; E131|        The Honeysuckle sleeping on the Oak: the flaunting beauty
M31.55; E131|        Revels along upon the wind; the White-thorn lovely May
M31.56; E131|        Opens her many lovely eyes: listening the Rose still sleeps   t243
M31.57; E131|        None dare to wake her. soon she bursts her crimson curtaind bed
M31.58; E131|        And comes forth in the majesty of beauty; every Flower:
M31.59; E131|        The Pink, the Jessamine, the Wall-flower, the Carnation
M31.60; E131|        The Jonquil, the mild Lilly opes her heavens! every Tree,
M31.61; E131|        And Flower & Herb soon fill the air with an innumerable Dance
M31.62; E131|        Yet all in order sweet & lovely, Men are sick with Love!
M31.63; E131|        Such is a Vision of the lamentation of Beulah over Ololon

 
M32.1;   E131|        And Milton oft sat up on the Couch of Death & oft conversed
M32.2;   E131|        In vision & dream beatific with the Seven Angels of the Presence

 
M32.3;   E131|        I have turned my back upon these Heavens builded on cruelty
M32.4;   E131|        My Spectre still wandering thro' them follows my Emanation
M32.5;   E131|        He hunts her footsteps thro' the snow & the wintry hail & rain
M32.6;   E131|        The idiot Reasoner laughs at the Man of Imagination
M32.7;   E131|        And from laughter proceeds to murder by undervaluing calumny

 
M32.8;   E131|        Then Hillel who is Lucifer replied over the Couch of Death
M32.9;   E131|        And thus the Seven Angels instructed him & thus they converse.

 
M32.10; E131|        We are not Individuals but States: Combinations of Individuals
M32.11; E131|        We were Angels of the Divine Presence: & were Druids in Annandale
M32.12; E131|        Compelld to combine into Form by Satan, the Spectre of Albion,
M32.13; E131|        Who made himself a God &, destroyed the Human Form Divine. [Hebrew text]
M32.14; E131|        But the Divine Humanity & Mercy gave us a Human Form as multitudes
M32.15; E131|        Because we were combind in Freedom & holy Brotherhood Vox Populi   t245

 
M32.16; E132|        While those combind by Satans Tyranny first in the blood of War
M32.17; E132|        And Sacrifice &, next, in Chains of imprisonment: are Shapeless Rocks
M32.18; E132|        Retaining only Satans Mathematic Holiness, Length: Bredth & Highth
M32.19; E132|        Calling the Human Imagination: which is the Divine Vision & Fruition
M32.20; E132|        In which Man liveth eternally: madness & blasphemy, against
M32.21; E132|        Its own Qualities, which are Servants of Humanity, not Gods or Lords[.]
M32.22; E132|        Distinguish therefore States from Individuals in those States.
M32.23; E132|        States Change: but Individual Identities never change nor cease:
M32.24; E132|        You cannot go to Eternal Death in that which can never Die.
M32.25; E132|        Satan & Adam are States Created into Twenty-seven Churches
M32.26; E132|        And thou O Milton art a State about to be Created
M32.27; E132|        Called Eternal Annihilation that none but the Living shall
M32.28; E132|        Dare to enter: & they shall enter triumphant over Death
M32.29; E132|        And Hell & the Grave! States that are not, but ah! Seem to be.

 
M32.30; E132|        Judge then of thy Own Self: thy Eternal Lineaments explore
M32.31; E132|        What is Eternal & what Changeable? & what Annihilable!

 
M32.32; E132|        The Imagination is not a State: it is the Human Existence itself
M32.33; E132|        Affection or Love becomes a State, when divided from Imagination
M32.34; E132|        The Memory is a State always, & the Reason is a State
M32.35; E132|        Created to be Annihilated & a new Ratio Created
M32.36; E132|        Whatever can be Created can be Annihilated Forms cannot
M32.37; E132|        The Oak is cut down by the Ax, the Lamb falls by the Knife
M32.38; E132|        But their Forms Eternal Exist, For-ever. Amen Halle[l]ujah

 
M32.39; E132|        Thus they converse with the Dead watching round the Couch of Death.
M32.40; E132|        For God himself enters Death's Door always with those that enter
M32.41; E132|        And lays down in the Grave with them, in Visions of Eternity
M32.42; E132|        Till they awake & see Jesus & the Linen Clothes lying
M32.43; E132|        That the Females had Woven for them, & the Gates of their Fathers House

 
M33.1;   E132|        And the Divine Voice was heard in the Songs of Beulah Saying

 
M33.2;   E132|        When I first Married you, I gave you all my whole Soul
M33.3;   E132|        I thought that you would love my loves & joy in my delights
M33.4;   E132|        Seeking for pleasures in my pleasures O Daughter of Babylon
M33.5;   E132|        Then thou wast lovely, mild & gentle. now thou art terrible
M33.6;   E132|        In jealousy & unlovely in my sight, because thou hast cruelly
M33.7;   E132|        Cut off my loves in fury till I have no love left for thee
M33.8;   E132|        Thy love depends on him thou lovest & on his dear loves
M33.9;   E132|        Depend thy pleasures which thou hast cut off by jealousy
M33.10; E132|        Therefore I shew my jealousy & set before you Death.
M33.11; E132|        Behold Milton descended to Redeem the Female Shade

 
M33.12; E133|        From Death Eternal; such your lot, to be continually Redeem'd
M33.13; E133|        By death & misery of those you love & by Annihilation
M33.14; E133|        When the Sixfold Female percieves that Milton annihilates
M33.15; E133|        Himself: that seeing all his loves by her cut off: he leaves
M33.16; E133|        Her also: intirely abstracting himself from Female loves
M33.17; E133|        She shall relent in fear of death: She shall begin to give
M33.18; E133|        Her maidens to her husband: delighting in his delight
M33.19; E133|        And then & then alone begins the happy Female joy
M33.20; E133|        As it is done in Beulah, & thou O Virgin Babylon Mother of Whoredoms
M33.21; E133|        Shalt bring Jerusalem in thine arms in the night watches; and
M33.22; E133|        No longer turning her a wandering Harlot in the streets
M33.23; E133|        Shalt give her into the arms of God your Lord & Husband.

 
M33.24; E133|        Such are the Songs of Beulah in the Lamentations of Ololon

 
M34.1;   E133|        And all the Songs of Beulah sounded comfortable notes
M34.2;   E133|        To comfort Ololons lamentation, for they said[:]
M34.3;   E133|        Are you the Fiery Circle that late drove in fury & fire
M34.4;   E133|        The Eight Immortal Starry-Ones down into Ulro dark
M34.5;   E133|        Rending the Heavens of Beulah with your thunder & lightnings
M34.6;   E133|        And can you thus lament & can you pity & forgive?
M34.7;   E133|        Is terror changd to pity O wonder of Eternity!

 
M34.8;   E134|        And the Four States of Humanity in its Repose,
M34.9;   E134|        Were shewed them. First of Beulah a most pleasant Sleep
M34.10; E134|        On Couches soft, with mild music, tended by Flowers of Beulah
M34.11; E134|        Sweet Female forms, winged or floating in the air spontaneous
M34.12; E134|        The Second State is Alla & the third State Al-Ulro;
M34.13; E134|        But the Fourth State is dreadful; it is named Or-Ulro:
M34.14; E134|        The First State is in the Head, the Second is in the Heart:
M34.15; E134|        The Third in the Loins & Seminal Vessels & the Fourth
M34.16; E134|        In the Stomach & Intestines terrible, deadly, unutterable
M34.17; E134|        And he whose Gates are opend in those Regions of his Body
M34.18; E134|        Can from those Gates view all these wondrous Imaginations

 
M34.19; E134|        But Ololon sought the Or-Ulro & its fiery Gates
M34.20; E134|        And the Couches of the Martyrs: & many Daughters of Beulah
M34.21; E134|        Accompany them down to the Ulro with soft melodious tears
M34.22; E134|        A long journey & dark thro Chaos in the track of Miltons course
M34.23; E134|        To where the Contraries of Beulah War beneath Negations Banner

 
M34.24; E134|        Then view'd from Miltons Track they see the Ulro: a vast Polypus
M34.25; E134|        Of living fibres down into the Sea of Time & Space growing
M34.26; E134|        A self-devouring monstrous human Death Twenty-seven fold
M34.27; E134|        Within it sit Five Females & the nameless Shadowy Mother
M34.28; E134|        Spinning it from their bowels with songs of amorous delight
M34.29; E134|        And melting cadences that lure the Sleepers of Beulah down
M34.30; E134|        The River Storge (which is Arnon) into the Dead Sea:
M34.31; E134|        Around this Polypus Los continual builds the Mundane Shell

 
M34.32; E134|        Four Universes round the Universe of Los remain Chaotic
M34.33; E134|        Four intersecting Globes, & the Egg form'd World of Los
M34.34; E134|        In midst; stretching from Zenith to Nadir, in midst of Chaos.
M34.35; E134|        One of these Ruind Universes is to the North named Urthona
M34.36; E134|        One to the South this was the glorious World of Urizen
M34.37; E134|        One to the East, of Luvah: One to the West; of Tharmas.
M34.38; E134|        But when Luvah assumed the World of Urizen in the South
M34.39; E134|        All fell towards the Center sinking downward in dire Ruin
M34.40; E134|        Here in these Chaoses the Sons of Ololon took their abode
M34.41; E134|        In Chasms of the Mundane Shell which open on all sides round
M34.42; E134|        Southward & by the East within the Breach of Miltons descent
M34.43; E134|        To watch the time, pitying & gentle to awaken Urizen
M34.44; E134|        They stood in a dark land of death of fiery corroding waters
M34.45; E134|        Where lie in evil death the Four Immortals pale and cold
M34.46; E134|        And the Eternal Man even Albion upon the Rock of Ages[.]
M34.47; E134|        Seeing Miltons Shadow, some Daughters of Beulah trembling
M34.48; E134|        Returnd, but Ololon remaind before the Gates of the Dead

 
M34.49; E134|        And Ololon looked down into the Heavens of Ulro in fear
M34.50; E134|        They said. How are the Wars of Man which in Great Eternity

 
M34.51; E135|        Appear around, in the External Spheres of Visionary Life
M34.52; E135|        Here renderd Deadly within the Life & Interior Vision
M34.53; E135|        How are the Beasts & Birds & Fishes, & Plants & Minerals
M34.54; E135|        Here fixd into a frozen bulk subject to decay & death[?]
M34.55; E135|        Those Visions of Human Life & Shadows of Wisdom & Knowledge

 
M35.1;   E135|        Are here frozen to unexpansive deadly destroying terrors[.]
M35.2;   E135|        And War & Hunting: the Two Fountains of the River of Life
M35.3;   E135|        Are become Fountains of bitter Death & of corroding Hell
M35.4;   E135|        Till Brotherhood is changd into a Curse & a Flattery
M35.5;   E135|        By Differences between Ideas, that Ideas themselves, (which are
M35.6;   E135|        The Divine Members) may be slain in offerings for sin
M35.7;   E135|        O dreadful Loom of Death! O piteous Female forms compelld
M35.8;   E135|        To weave the Woof of Death, On Camberwell Tirzahs Courts
M35.9;   E135|        Malahs on Blackheath, Rahab & Noah. dwell on Windsors heights
M35.10; E135|        Where once the Cherubs of Jerusalem spread to Lambeths Vale
M35.11; E135|        Milcahs Pillars shine from Harrow to Hampstead where Hoglah
M35.12; E135|        On Highgates heights magnificent Weaves overtrembling Thames
M35.13; E135|        To Shooters Hill and thence to Blackheath the dark Woof! Loud
M35.14; E135|        Loud roll the Weights & Spindles over the whole Earth let down
M35.15; E135|        On all sides round to the Four Quarters of the World, eastward on
M35.16; E135|        Europe to Euphrates & Hindu, to Nile & back in Clouds
M35.17; E135|        Of Death across the Atlantic to America North & South

 
M35.18; E135|        So spake Ololon in reminiscence astonishd, but they
M35.19; E135|        Could not behold Golgonooza without passing the Polypus
M35.20; E135|        A wondrous journey not passable by Immortal feet, & none
M35.21; E135|        But the Divine Saviour can pass it without annihilation.
M35.22; E135|        For Golgonooza cannot be seen till having passd the Polypus
M35.23; E135|        It is viewed on all sides round by a Four-fold Vision
M35.24; E135|        Or till you become Mortal & Vegetable in Sexuality
M35.25; E135|        Then you behold its mighty Spires & Domes of ivory & gold
M35.26; E135|        And Ololon examined all the Couches of the Dead.
M35.27; E135|        Even of Los & Enitharmon & all the Sons of Albion
M35.28; E135|        And his Four Zoas terrified & on the verge of Death
M35.29; E135|        In midst of these was Miltons Couch, & when they saw Eight
M35.30; E135|        Immortal Starry-Ones, guarding the Couch in flaming fires
M35.31; E135|        They thunderous utterd all a universal groan falling down
M35.32; E135|        Prostrate before the Starry Eight asking with tears forgiveness
M35.33; E135|        Confessing their crime with humiliation and sorrow.

 
M35.34; E135|        O how the Starry Eight rejoic'd to see Ololon descended!
M35.35; E135|        And now that a wide road was open to Eternity,

 
M35.36; E135|        By Ololons descent thro Beulah to Los & Enitharmon,

 
M35.37; E135|        For mighty were the multitudes of Ololon, vast the extent
M35.38; E135|        Of their great sway, reaching from Ulro to Eternity

 
M35.39; E136|        Surrounding the Mundane Shell outside in its Caverns
M35.40; E136|        And through Beulah. and all silent forbore to contend
M35.41; E136|        With Ololon for they saw the Lord in the Clouds of Ololon

 
M35.42; E136|        There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find
M35.43; E136|        Nor can his Watch Fiends find it, but the Industrious find
M35.44; E136|        This Moment & it multiply. & when it once is found
M35.45; E136|        It renovates every Moment of the Day if rightly placed[.]
M35.46; E136|        In this Moment Ololon descended to Los & Enitharmon
M35.47; E136|        Unseen beyond the Mundane Shell Southward in Miltons track

 
M35.48; E136|        Just in this Moment when the morning odours rise abroad
M35.49; E136|        And first from the Wild Thyme, stands a Fountain in a rock
M35.50; E136|        Of crystal flowing into two Streams, one flows thro Golgonooza
M35.51; E136|        And thro Beulah to Eden beneath Los's western Wall
M35.52; E136|        The other flows thro the Aerial Void & all the Churches
M35.53; E136|        Meeting again in Golgonooza beyond Satans Seat

 
M35.54; E136|        The Wild Thyme is Los's Messenger to Eden, a mighty Demon
M35.55; E136|        Terrible deadly & poisonous his presence in Ulro dark
M35.56; E136|        Therefore he appears only a small Root creeping in grass
M35.57; E136|        Covering over the Rock of Odours his bright purple mantle
M35.58; E136|        Beside the Fount above the Larks nest in Golgonooza
M35.59; E136|        Luvah slept here in death & here is Luvahs empty Tomb
M35.60; E136|        Ololon sat beside this Fountain on the Rock of Odours.

 
M35.61; E136|        Just at the place to where the Lark mounts, is a Crystal Gate
M35.62; E136|        It is the enterance of the First Heaven named Luther: for
M35.63; E136|        The Lark is Los's Messenger thro the Twenty-seven Churches
M35.64; E136|        That the Seven Eyes of God who walk even to Satans Seat
M35.65; E136|        Thro all the Twenty-seven Heavens may not slumber nor sleep

 
M35.66; E136|        But the Larks Nest is at the Gate of Los, at the eastern
M35.67; E136|        Gate of wide Golgonooza & the Lark is Los's Messenger

 
M36.1;   E136|        When on the highest lift of his light pinions he arrives
M36.2;   E136|        At that bright Gate, another Lark meets him & back to back
M36.3;   E136|        They touch their pinions tip tip: and each descend
M36.4;   E136|        To their respective Earths & there all night consult with Angels
M36.5;   E136|        Of Providence & with the Eyes of God all night in slumbers
M36.6;   E136|        Inspired: & at the dawn of day send out another Lark
M36.7;   E136|        Into another Heaven to carry news upon his wings
M36.8;   E136|        Thus are the Messengers dispatchd till they reach the Earth again
M36.9;   E136|        In the East Gate of Golgonooza, & the Twenty-eighth bright
M36.10; E136|        Lark. met the Female Ololon descending into my Garden
M36.11; E136|        Thus it appears to Mortal eyes & those of the Ulro Heavens
M36.12; E136|        But not thus to Immortals, the Lark is a mighty Angel.

 
M36.13; E136|        For Ololon step'd into the Polypus within the Mundane Shell
M36.14; E136|        They could not step into Vegetable Worlds without becoming

 
M36.15; E137|        The enemies of Humanity except in a Female Form
M36.16; E137|        And as One Female, Ololon and all its mighty Hosts
M36.17; E137|        Appear'd: a Virgin of twelve years nor time nor space was
M36.18; E137|        To the perception of the Virgin Ololon but as the
M36.19; E137|        Flash of lightning but more quick the Virgin in my Garden
M36.20; E137|        Before my Cottage stood for the Satanic Space is delusion

 
M36.21; E137|        For when Los joind with me he took me in his firy whirlwind
M36.22; E137|        My Vegetated portion was hurried from Lambeths shades
M36.23; E137|        He set me down in Felphams Vale & prepard a beautiful
M36.24; E137|        Cottage for me that in three years I might write all these Visions
M36.25; E137|        To display Natures cruel holiness: the deceits of Natural Religion[.]
M36.26; E137|        Walking in my Cottage Garden, sudden I beheld
M36.27; E137|        The Virgin Ololon & address'd her as a Daughter of Beulah[:]

 
M36.28; E137|        Virgin of Providence fear not to enter into my Cottage
M36.29; E137|        What is thy message to thy friend: What am I now to do
M36.30; E137|        Is it again to plunge into deeper affliction? behold me
M36.31; E137|        Ready to obey, but pity thou my Shadow of Delight
M36.32; E137|        Enter my Cottage, comfort her, for she is sick with fatigue   t247

 
M37.1;   E137|        The Virgin answerd. Knowest thou of Milton who descended
M37.2;   E137|        Driven from Eternity; him I seek! terrified at my Act
M37.3;   E137|        In Great Eternity which thou knowest! I come him to seek

 
M37.4;   E137|        So Ololon utterd in words distinct the anxious thought
M37.5;   E137|        Mild was the voice, but more distinct than any earthly
M37.6;   E137|        That Miltons Shadow heard & condensing all his Fibres
M37.7;   E137|        Into a strength impregnable of majesty & beauty infinite
M37.8;   E137|        I saw he was the Covering Cherub & within him Satan
M37.9;   E137|        And Raha[b], in an outside which is fallacious! within   t248
M37.10; E137|        Beyond the outline of Identity, in the Selfhood deadly
M37.11; E137|        And he appeard the Wicker Man of Scandinavia in whom
M37.12; E137|        Jerusalems children consume in flames among the Stars

 
M37.13; E137|        Descending down into my Garden, a Human Wonder of God
M37.14; E137|        Reaching from heaven to earth a Cloud & Human Form
M37.15; E137|        I beheld Milton with astonishment & in him beheld
M37.16; E137|        The Monstrous Churches of Beulah, the Gods of Ulro dark
M37.17; E137|        Twelve monstrous dishumanizd terrors Synagogues of Satan.
M37.18; E137|        A Double Twelve & Thrice Nine: such their divisions.

 
M37.19; E137|        And these their Names & their Places within the Mundane Shell

 
M37.20; E137|        In Tyre & Sidon I saw Baal & Ashtaroth. In Moab Chemosh
M37.21; E137|        In Ammon, Molech: loud his Furnaces rage among the Wheels
M37.22; E137|        Of Og, & pealing loud the cries of the Victims of Fire!
M37.23; E137|        And pale his Priestesses infolded in Veils of Pestilence, border'd
M37.24; E137|        With War; Woven in Looms of Tyre & Sidon by beautiful Ashtaroth.

 
M37.25; E138|        In Palestine Dagon, Sea Monster! worshipd o'er the Sea.
M37.26; E138|        Thammuz in Lebanon & Rimmon in Damascus curtaind
M37.27; E138|        Osiris: Isis: Orus: in Egypt: dark their Tabernacles on Nile
M37.28; E138|        Floating with solemn songs, & on the Lakes of Egypt nightly
M37.29; E138|        With pomp, even till morning break & Osiris appear in the sky
M37.30; E138|        But Belial of Sodom & Gomorrha, obscure Demon of Bribes
M37.31; E138|        And secret Assasinations, not worshipd nor adord; but   t249
M37.32; E138|        With the finger on the lips & the back turnd to the light
M37.33; E138|        And Saturn Jove & Rhea of the Isles of the Sea remote
M37.34; E138|        These Twelve Gods. are the Twelve Spectre Sons of the Druid Albion

 
M37.35; E138|        And these the names of the Twenty-seven Heavens & their Churches
M37.36; E138|        Adam, Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel, Jared, Enoch,
M37.37; E138|        Methuselah, Lamech: these are Giants mighty Hermaphroditic
M37.38; E138|        Noah, Shem, Arphaxad, Cainan the second, Salah, Heber,
M37.39; E138|        Peeg, Reu, Serug, Nahor, Terah, these are the Female-Males
M37.40; E138|        A Male within a Female hid as in an Ark & Curtains,
M37.41; E138|        Abraham, Moses, Solomon, Paul, Constantine, Charlemaine
M37.42; E138|        Luther, these seven are the Male-Females, the Dragon Forms
M37.43; E138|        Religion hid in War, a Dragon red & hidden Harlot

 
M37.44; E138|        All these are seen in Miltons Shadow who is the Covering Cherub
M37.45; E138|        The Spectre of Albion in which the Spectre of Luvah inhabits
M37.46; E138|        In the Newtonian Voids between the Substances of Creation

 
M37.47; E138|        For the Chaotic Voids outside of the Stars are measured by
M37.48; E138|        The Stars, which are the boundaries of Kingdoms, Provinces
M37.49; E138|        And Empires of Chaos invisible to the Vegetable Man
M37.50; E138|        The Kingdom of Og. is in Orion: Sihon is in Ophiucus
M37.51; E138|        Og has Twenty-seven Districts; Sihons Districts Twenty-one
M37.52; E138|        From Star to Star, Mountains & Valleys, terrible dimension
M37.53; E138|        Stretchd out, compose the Mundane Shell, a mighty Incrustation
M37.54; E138|        Of Forty-eight deformed Human Wonders of the Almighty
M37.55; E138|        With Caverns whose remotest bottoms meet again beyond
M37.56; E138|        The Mundane Shell in Golgonooza, but the Fires of Los, rage
M37.57; E138|        In the remotest bottoms of the Caves, that none can pass
M37.58; E138|        Into Eternity that way, but all descend to Los
M37.59; E138|        To Bowlahoola & Allamanda & to Entuthon Benython

 
M37.60; E138|        The Heavens are the Cherub, the Twelve Gods are Satan

 
M38.1;   E138|        And the Forty-eight Starry Regions are Cities of the Levites
M38.2;   E138|        The Heads of the Great Polypus, Four-fold twelve enormity
M38.3;   E138|        In mighty & mysterious comingling enemy with enemy
M38.4;   E138|        Woven by Urizen into Sexes from his mantle of years[.]
M38.5;   E138|        And Milton collecting all his fibres into impregnable strength
M38.6;   E138|        Descended down a Paved work of all kinds of precious stones
M38.7;   E138|        Out from the eastern sky; descending down into my Cottage
M38.8;   E138|        Garden: clothed in black, severe & silent he descended.

 
M38.9;   E139|        The Spectre of Satan stood upon the roaring sea & beheld
M38.10; E139|        Milton within hi sleeping Humanity! trembling & shuddring
M38.11; E139|        He stood upon the waves a Twenty-seven-fold mighty Demon
M38.12; E139|        Gorgeous & beautiful: loud roll his thunders against Milton
M38.13; E139|        Loud Satan thunderd, loud & dark upon mild Felpham shore
M38.14; E139|        Not daring to touch one fibre he howld round upon the Sea.

 
M38.15; E139|        I also stood in Satans bosom & beheld its desolations!
M38.16; E139|        A ruind Man: a ruind building of God not made with hands;
M38.17; E139|        Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible:
M38.18; E139|        Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains
M38.19; E139|        Of pitch & nitre: its ruind palaces & cities & mighty works;
M38.20; E139|        Its furnaces of affliction in which his Angels & Emanations
M38.21; E139|        Labour with blackend visages among its stupendous ruins
M38.22; E139|        Arches & pyramids & porches colonades & domes:
M38.23; E139|        In which dwells Mystery Babylon, here is her secret place
M38.24; E139|        From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight
M38.25; E139|        Here is her Cup filld with its poisons, in these horrid vales
M38.26; E139|        And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war:
M38.27; E139|        Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon

 
M38.28; E139|        In the Eastern porch of Satans Universe Milton stood & said

 
M38.29; E139|        Satan! my Spectre! I know my power thee to annihilate
M38.30; E139|        And be a greater in thy place, & be thy Tabernacle
M38.31; E139|        A covering for thee to do thy will, till one greater comes
M38.32; E139|        And smites me as I smote thee & becomes my covering.
M38.33; E139|        Such are the Laws of thy false Heavns! but Laws of Eternity
M38.34; E139|        Are not such: know thou: I come to Self Annihilation
M38.35; E139|        Such are the Laws of Eternity that each shall mutually
M38.36; E139|        Annihilate himself for others good, as I for thee[.]
M38.37; E139|        Thy purpose & the purpose of thy Priests & of thy Churches
M38.38; E139|        Is to impress on men the fear of death; to teach
M38.39; E139|        Trembling & fear, terror, constriction; abject selfishness
M38.40; E139|        Mine is to teach Men to despise death & to go on
M38.41; E139|        In fearless majesty annihilating Self, laughing to scorn
M38.4;   E139|        Thy Laws & terrors, shaking down thy Synagogues as webs
M38.43; E139|        I come to discover before Heavn & Hell the Self righteousness
M38.44; E139|        In all its Hypocritic turpitude, opening to every eye
M38.45; E139|        These wonders of Satans holiness shewing to the Earth
M38.46; E139|        The Idol Virtues of the Natural Heart, & Satans Seat
M38.47; E139|        Explore in all its Selfish Natural Virtue & put off
M38.48; E139|        In Self annihilation all that is not of God alone:
M38.49; E139|        To put off Self & all I have ever & ever Amen

 
M38.50; E139|        Satan heard! Coming in a cloud, with trumpets & flaming fire
M38.51; E139|        Saying I am God the judge of all, the living & the dead
M38.52; E139|        Fall therefore down & worship me. submit thy supreme
M38.53; E139|        Dictate, to my eternal Will & to my dictate bow

 
M38.54; E140|        I hold the Balances of Right & Just & mine the Sword
M38.55; E140|        Seven Angels bear my Name & in those Seven I appear
M38.56; E140|        But I alone am God & I alone in Heavn & Earth
M38.57; E140|        Of all that live dare utter this, others tremble & bow

 
M39.1;   E140|        Till All Things become One Great Satan, in Holiness
M39.2;   E140|        Oppos'd to Mercy, and the Divine Delusion Jesus be no more

 
M39.3;   E140|        Suddenly around Milton on my Path, the Starry Seven
M39.4;   E140|        Burnd terrible! my Path became a solid fire, as bright
M39.5;   E140|        As the clear Sun & Milton silent came down on my Path.
M39.6;   E140|        And there went forth from the Starry limbs of the Seven: Forms
M39.7;   E140|        Human; with Trumpets innumerable, sounding articulate
M39.8;   E140|        As the Seven spake; and they stood in a mighty Column of Fire
M39.9;   E140|        Surrounding Felphams Vale, reaching to the Mundane Shell, Saying
M39.10; E140|        Awake Albion awake! reclaim thy Reasoning Spectre. Subdue

 
M39.11; E140|        Him to the Divine Mercy, Cast him down into the Lake
M39.12; E140|        Of Los, that ever burneth with fire, ever & ever Amen!
M39.13; E140|        Let the Four Zoa's awake from Slumbers of Six Thousand Years

 
M39.14; E140|        Then loud the Furnaces of Los were heard! & seen as Seven heavens
M39.15; E140|        Stretching from south to north over the mountains of Albion

 
M39.16; E140|        Satan heard; trembling round his Body, he incircled it
M39.17; E140|        He trembled with exceeding great trembling & astonishment
M39.18; E140|        Howling in his Spectre round his Body hungring to devour
M39.19; E140|        But fearing for the pain for if he touches a Vital,
M39.20; E140|        His torment is unendurable: therefore he cannot devour:
M39.21; E140|        But howls round it as a lion round his prey continually
M39.22; E140|        Loud Satan thunderd, loud & dark upon mild Felphams Shore
M39.23; E140|        Coming in a Cloud with Trumpets & with Fiery Flame
M39.24; E140|        An awful Form eastward from midst of a bright Paved-work
M39.25; E140|        Of precious stones by Cherubim surrounded: so permitted
M39.26; E140|        (Lest he should fall apart in his Eternal Death) to imitate
M39.27; E140|        The Eternal Great Humanity Divine surrounded by
M39.28; E140|        His Cherubim & Seraphim in ever happy Eternity
M39.29; E140|        Beneath sat Chaos: Sin on his right hand Death on his left
M39.30; E140|        And Ancient Night spread over all the heavn his Mantle of Laws
M39.31; E140|        He trembled with exceeding great trembling & astonishment

 
M39.32; E140|        Then Albion rose up in the Night of Beulah on his Couch
M39.33; E140|        Of dread repose seen by the visionary eye; his face is toward
M39.34; E140|        The east, toward Jerusalems Gates: groaning he sat above
M39.35; E140|        His rocks. London & Bath & Legions & Edinburgh
M39.36; E140|        Are the four pillars of his Throne; his left foot near London
M39.37; E140|        Covers the shades of Tyburn: his instep from Windsor
M39.38; E140|        To Primrose Hill stretching to Highgate & Holloway

 
M39.39; E141|        London is between his knees: its basements fourfold
M39.40; E141|        His right foot stretches to the sea on Dover cliffs, his heel
M39.41; E141|        On Canterburys ruins; his right hand covers lofty Wales
M39.42; E141|        His left Scotland; his bosom girt with gold involves
M39.43; E141|        York, Edinburgh, Durham & Carlisle & on the front
M39.44; E141|        Bath, Oxford, Cambridge Norwich; his right elbow
M39.45; E141|        Leans on the Rocks of Erins Land, Ireland ancient nation[,]
M39.46; E141|        His head bends over London: he sees his embodied Spectre
M39.47; E141|        Trembling before him with exceeding great trembling & fear
M39.48; E141|        He views Jerusalem & Babylon, his tears flow down
M39.49; E141|        He movd his right foot to Cornwall, his left to the Rocks of Bognor
M39.50; E141|        He strove to rise to walk into the Deep. but strength failing
M39.51; E141|        Forbad & down with dreadful groans he sunk upon his Couch
M39.52; E141|        In moony Beulah. Los his strong Guard walks round beneath the Moon

 
M39.53; E141|        Urizen faints in terror striving among the Brooks of Arnon
M39.54; E141|        With Miltons Spirit: as the Plowman or Artificer or Shepherd
M39.55; E141|        While in the labours of his Calling sends his Thought abroad   t250
M39.56; E141|        To labour in the ocean or in the starry heaven. So Milton
M39.57; E141|        Labourd in Chasms of the Mundane Shell, tho here before
M39.58; E141|        My Cottage midst the Starry Seven, where the Virgin Ololon
M39.59; E141|        Stood trembling in the Porch: loud Satan thunderd on the stormy Sea
M39.60; E141|        Circling Albions Cliffs in which the Four-fold World resides
M39.61; E141|        Tho seen in fallacy outside: a fallacy of Satans Churches

 
M40.1;   E141|        Before Ololon Milton stood & percievd the Eternal Form
M40.2;   E141|        Of that mild Vision; wondrous were their acts by me unknown
M40.3;   E141|        Except remotely; and I heard Ololon say to Milton

 
M40.4;   E141|        I see thee strive upon the Brooks of Arnon. there a dread
M40.5;   E141|        And awful Man I see, oercoverd with the mantle of years.
M40.6;   E141|        I behold Los & Urizen. I behold Orc & Tharmas;
M40.7;   E141|        The Four Zoa's of Albion & thy Spirit with them striving
M40.8;   E141|        In Self annihilation giving thy life to thy enemies
M40.9;   E141|        Are those who contemn Religion & seek to annihilate it
M40.10; E141|        Become in their Femin[in]e portions the causes & promoters
M40.11; E141|        Of these Religions, how is this thing? this Newtonian Phantasm
M40.12; E141|        This Voltaire & Rousseau: this Hume & Gibbon & Bolingbroke
M40.13; E141|        This Natural Religion! this impossible absurdity
M40.14; E141|        Is Ololon the cause of this? O where shall I hide my face
M40.15; E141|        These tears fall for the little-ones: the Children of Jerusalem
M40.16; E141|        Lest they be annihilated in thy annihilation.

 
M40.17; E141|        No sooner she had spoke but Rahab Babylon appeard
M40.18; E141|        Eastward upon the Paved work across Europe & Asia
M40.19; E141|        Glorious as the midday Sun in Satans bosom glowing:
M40.20; E141|        A Female hidden in a Male, Religion hidden in War

 
M40.21; E142|        Namd Moral Virtue; cruel two-fold Monster shining bright
M40.22; E142|        A Dragon red & hidden Harlot which John in Patmos saw

 
M40.23; E142|        And all beneath the Nations innumerable of Ulro
M40.24; E142|        Appeard, the Seven Kingdoms of Canaan & Five Baalim
M40.25; E142|        Of Philistea. into Twelve divided, calld after the Names
M40.26; E142|        Of Israel: as they are in Eden. Mountain. River & Plain
M40.27; E142|        City & sandy Desart intermingled beyond mortal ken
M40.28; E142|        But turning toward Ololon in terrible majesty Milton
M40.29; E142|        Replied. Obey thou the Words of the Inspired Man
M40.30; E142|        All that can be annihilated must be annihilated   t251

 
M40.31; E142|        That the Children of Jerusalem may be saved from slavery
M40.32; E142|        There is a Negation, & there is a Contrary
M40.33; E142|        The Negation must be destroyd to redeem the Contraries
M40.34; E142|        The Negation is the Spectre; the Reasoning Power in Man
M40.35; E142|        This is a false Body: an Incrustation over my Immortal
M40.36; E142|        Spirit; a Selfhood, which must be put off & annihilated alway
M40.37; E142|        To cleanse the Face of my Spirit by Self-examination.

 
M41.1;   E142|        To bathe in the Waters of Life; to wash off the Not Human
M41.2;   E142|        I come in Self-annihilation & the grandeur of Inspiration
M41.3;   E142|        To cast off Rational Demonstration by Faith in the Saviour
M41.4;   E142|        To cast off the rotten rags of Memory by Inspiration
M41.5;   E142|        To cast off Bacon, Locke & Newton from Albions covering
M41.6;   E142|        To take off his filthy garments, & clothe him with Imagination
M41.7;   E142|        To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
M41.8;   E142|        That it no longer shall dare to mock with the aspersion of Madness
M41.9;   E142|        Cast on the Inspired, by the tame high finisher of paltry Blots,
M41.10; E142|        Indefinite, or paltry Rhymes; or paltry Harmonies.
M41.11; E142|        Who creeps into State Government like a catterpiller to destroy
M41.12; E142|        To cast off the idiot Questioner who is always questioning,
M41.13; E142|        But never capable of answering; who sits with a sly grin
M41.14; E142|        Silent plotting when to question, like a thief in a cave;
M41.15; E142|        Who publishes doubt & calls it knowledge; whose Science is Despair
M41.16; E142|        Whose pretence to knowledge is Envy, whose whole Science is
M41.17; E142|        To destroy the wisdom of ages to gratify ravenous Envy;
M41.18; E142|        That rages round him like a Wolf day & night without rest
M41.19; E142|        He smiles with condescension; he talks of Benevolence & Virtue
M41.20; E142|        And those who act with Benevolence & Virtue, they murder time on time
M41.21; E142|        These are the destroyers of Jerusalem, these are the murderers
M41.22; E142|        Of Jesus, who deny the Faith & mock at Eternal Life:
M41.23; E142|        Who pretend to Poetry that they may destroy Imagination;
M41.24; E142|        By imitation of Natures Images drawn from Remembrance
M41.25; E142|        These are the Sexual Garments, the Abomination of Desolation
M41.26; E142|        Hiding the Human lineaments as with an Ark & Curtains

 
M41.27; E143|        Which Jesus rent: & now shall wholly purge away with Fire
M41.28; E143|        Till Generation is swallowd up in Regeneration.

 
M41.29; E143|        Then trembled the Virgin Ololon & replyd in clouds of despair

 
M41.30; E143|        Is this our Femin[in]e Portion the Six-fold Miltonic Female
M41.31; E143|        Terribly this Portion trembles before thee O awful Man
M41.32; E143|        Altho' our Human Power can sustain the severe contentions
M41.33; E143|        Of Friendship, our Sexual cannot: but flies into the Ulro.
M41.34; E143|        Hence arose all our terrors in Eternity! & now remembrance
M41.35; E143|        Returns upon us! are we Contraries O Milton, Thou & I
M41.36; E143|        O Immortal! how were we led to War the Wars of Death
M41.37; E143|        Is this the Void Outside of Existence, which if enterd into

 
M42.1;   E143|        Becomes a Womb? & is this the Death Couch of Albion
M42.2;   E143|        Thou goest to Eternal Death & all must go with thee

 
M42.3;   E143|        So saying, the Virgin divided Six-fold & with a shriek
M42.4;   E143|        Dolorous that ran thro all Creation a Double Six-fold Wonder!
M42.5;   E143|        Away from Ololon she divided & fled into the depths
M42.6;   E143|        Of Miltons Shadow as a Dove upon the stormy Sea.

 
M42.7;   E143|        Then as a Moony Ark Ololon descended to Felphams Vale
M42.8;   E143|        In clouds of blood, in streams of gore, with dreadful thunderings
M42.9;   E143|        Into the Fires of Intellect that rejoic'd in Felphams Vale
M42.10; E143|        Around the Starry Eight: with one accord the Starry Eight became
M42.11; E143|        One Man Jesus the Saviour. wonderful! round his limbs
M42.12; E143|        The Clouds of Ololon folded as a Garment dipped in blood
M42.13; E143|        Written within & without in woven letters: & the Writing
M42.14; E143|        Is the Divine Revelation in the Litteral expression:
M42.15; E143|        A Garment of War, I heard it namd the Woof of Six Thousand Years

 
M42.16; E143|        And I beheld the Twenty-four Cities of Albion
M42.17; E143|        Arise upon their Thrones to Judge the Nations of the Earth
M42.18; E143|        And the Immortal Four in whom the Twenty-four appear Four-fold
M42.19; E143|        Arose around Albions body: Jesus wept & walked forth
M42.20; E143|        From Felphams Vale clothed in Clouds of blood, to enter into
M42.21; E143|        Albions Bosom, the bosom of death & the Four surrounded him
M42.22; E143|        In the Column of Fire in Felphams Vale; then to their mouths the Four
M42.23; E143|        Applied their Four Trumpets & them sounded to the Four winds

 
M42.24; E143|        Terror struck in the Vale I stood at that immortal sound
M42.25; E143|        My bones trembled. I fell outstretchd upon the path
M42.26; E143|        A moment, & my Soul returnd into its mortal state
M42.27; E143|        To Resurrection & Judgment in the Vegetable Body
M42.28; E143|        And my sweet Shadow of Delight stood trembling by my side

 
M42.29; E143|        Immediately the Lark mounted with a loud trill from Felphams Vale
M42.30; E143|        And the Wild Thyme from Wimbletons green & impurpled Hills

 
M42.31; E144|        And Los & Enitharmon rose over the Hills of Surrey
M42.32; E144|        Their clouds roll over London with a south wind, soft Oothoon
M42.33; E144|        Pants in the Vales of Lambeth weeping oer her Human Harvest
M42.34; E144|        Los listens to the Cry of the Poor Man: his Cloud
M42.35; E144|        Over London in volume terrific, low bended in anger.

 
M42.36; E144|        Rintrah & Palamabron view the Human Harvest beneath
M42.37; E144|        Their Wine-presses & Barns stand open; the Ovens are prepar'd
M42.38; E144|        The Waggons ready: terrific Lions & Tygers sport & play
M42.39; E144|        All Animals upon the Earth, are prepard in all their strength

 
M43.1;   E144|        To go forth to the Great Harvest & Vintage of the Nations

 
M43.2;   E144|        Finis