EURiii.1;
E60| Five windows light the
cavern'd Man; thro' one he breathes the air;
EURiii.2;
E60| Thro' one, hears music of
the spheres; thro' one, the eternal vine
EURiii.3;
E60| Flourishes, that he may
recieve the grapes; thro' one can look.
EURiii.4;
E60| And see small portions of
the eternal world that ever groweth;
EURiii.5;
E60| Thro' one, himself pass
out what time he please, but he will not;
EURiii.6;
E60| For stolen joys are sweet,
& bread eaten in secret pleasant.
EURiii.7;
E60| So sang a Fairy mocking as
he sat on a streak'd Tulip,
EURiii.8;
E60| Thinking none saw him:
when he ceas'd I started from the trees!
EURiii.9;
E60| And caught him in my hat
as boys knock down a butterfly.
EURiii.10;
E60| How know you this said I
small Sir? where did you learn this song?
EURiii.11;
E60| Seeing himself in my
possession thus he answered me:
EURiii.12;
E60| My master, I am yours.
command me, for I must obey.
EURiii.13;
E60| Then tell me, what is the
material world, and is it dead?
EURiii.14;
E60| He laughing answer'd: I
will write a book on leaves of flowers,
EURiii.15;
E60| If you will feed me on
love-thoughts, & give me now and then
EURiii.16;
E60| A cup of sparkling poetic
fancies; so when I am tipsie,
EURiii.17;
E60| I'll sing to you to this
soft lute; and shew you all alive
EURiii.18;
E60| The world, when every
particle of dust breathes forth its joy.
EURiii.19;
E60| I took him home in my warm
bosom: as we went along
EURiii.20;
E60| Wild flowers I gatherd;
& he shew'd me each eternal flower:
EURiii.21;
E60| He laugh'd aloud to see
them whimper because they were pluck'd.
EURiii.22;
E60| They hover'd round me like
a cloud of incense: when I came
EURiii.23;
E60| Into my parlour and sat
down, and took my pen to write:
EURiii.24;
E60| My Fairy sat upon the
table, and dictated EUROPE.
EUR1;
E60| PRELUDIUM
EUR1.2;
E60| The nameless shadowy
female rose from out the breast of Orc:
EUR1.3;
E60| Her snaky hair brandishing
in the winds of Enitharmon;
EUR1.4;
E60| And thus her voice arose.
EUR1.5;
E60| O mother Enitharmon wilt
thou bring forth other sons?
EUR1.6;
E60| To cause my name to
vanish, that my place may not be found.
EUR1.7;
E60| For I am faint with
travel! t185
EUR1.8;
E60| Like the dark cloud
disburdend in the day of dismal thunder.
EUR1.9;
E60| My roots are brandish'd in
the heavens. my fruits in earth beneath
EUR1.10;
E60| Surge, foam, and labour
into life, first born & first consum'd!
EUR1.11;
E60| Consumed and consuming!
EUR1.12; E60|
Then why shouldst thou accursed mother bring me into life?
EUR1.13;
E61| I wrap my turban of thick
clouds around my lab'ring head;
EUR1.14;
E61| And fold the sheety waters
as a mantle round my limbs.
EUR1.15;
E61| Yet the red sun and moon,
EUR1.16; E61|
And all the overflowing stars rain down prolific pains.
EUR2.1;
E61| Unwilling I look up to
heaven! unwilling count the stars!
EUR2.2;
E61| Sitting in fathomless
abyss of my immortal shrine.
EUR2.3;
E61| I sieze their burning
power
EUR2.4;
E61| And bring forth howling
terrors, all devouring fiery kings.
EUR2.5;
E61| Devouring & devoured
roaming on dark and desolate mountains
EUR2.6;
E61| In forests of eternal
death, shrieking in hollow trees.
EUR2.7;
E61| Ah mother Enitharmon!
EUR2.8;
E61| Stamp not with solid form
this vig'rous progeny of fires.
EUR2.9;
E61| I bring forth from my
teeming bosom myriads of flames.
EUR2.10;
E61| And thou dost stamp them
with a signet, then they roam abroad
EUR2.11;
E61| And leave me void as
death:
EUR2.12;
E61| Ah! I am drown'd in shady
woe, and visionary joy.
EUR2.13;
E61| And who shall bind the
infinite with an eternal band?
EUR2.14;
E61| To compass it with
swaddling bands? and who shall cherish it
EUR2.15;
E61| With milk and honey?
EUR2.16; E61|
I see it smile & I roll inward & my voice is past.
EUR2.17;
E61| She ceast & rolld her
shady clouds
EUR2.18;
E61| Into the secret place.
EUR3;
E61| A PROPHECY
EUR3.2;
E61| The deep of winter came;
EUR3.3;
E61| What time the secret
child,
EUR3.4;
E61| Descended thro' the orient
gates of the eternal day:
EUR3.5;
E61| War ceas'd, & all the
troops like shadows fled to their abodes.
EUR3.6;
E61| Then Enitharmon saw her
sons & daughters rise around.
EUR3.7;
E61| Like pearly clouds they
meet together in the crystal house:
EUR3.8;
E61| And Los, possessor of the
moon, joy'd in the peaceful night:
EUR3.9;
E61| Thus speaking while his
num'rous sons shook their bright fiery wings
EUR3.10;
E61| Again the night is
come t186
EUR3.11; E61| That
strong Urthona takes his rest,
EUR3.12;
E61| And Urizen unloos'd from
chains
EUR3.13;
E61| Glows like a meteor in the
distant north
EUR3.14;
E61| Stretch forth your hands
and strike the elemental strings!
EUR3.15;
E61| Awake the thunders of the
deep.
EUR4.1;
E62| The shrill winds wake
EUR4.2;
E62| Till all the sons of
Urizen look out and envy Los:
EUR4.3;
E62| Sieze all the spirits of
life and bind
EUR4.4;
E62| Their warbling joys to our
loud strings
EUR4.5;
E62| Bind all the nourishing
sweets of earth
EUR4.6;
E62| To give us bliss, that we
may drink the sparkling wine of Los
EUR4.7;
E62| And let us laugh at war,
EUR4.8;
E62| Despising toil and care,
EUR4.9;
E62| Because the days and
nights of joy, in lucky hours renew.
EUR4.10;
E62| Arise O Orc from thy deep
den,
EUR4.11;
E62| First born of Enitharmon
rise!
EUR4.12;
E62| And we will crown thy head
with garlands of the ruddy vine;
EUR4.13;
E62| For now thou art bound;
EUR4.14; E62|
And I may see thee in the hour of bliss, my eldest born.
EUR4.15;
E62| The horrent Demon rose,
surrounded with red stars of fire,
EUR4.16;
E62| Whirling about in furious
circles round the immortal fiend.
EUR4.17;
E62| Then Enitharmon down
descended into his red light,
EUR4.18;
E62| And thus her voice rose to
her children, the distant heavens reply.
EUR5.1;
E62| Now comes the night of
Enitharmons joy!
EUR5.2;
E62| Who shall I call? Who
shall I send?
EUR5.3;
E62| That Woman, lovely Woman!
may have dominion?
EUR5.4;
E62| Arise O Rintrah thee I
call! & Palamabron thee!
EUR5.5;
E62| Go! tell the human race
that Womans love is Sin!
EUR5.6;
E62| That an Eternal life
awaits the worms of sixty winters
EUR5.7;
E62| In an allegorical abode
where existence hath never come:
EUR5.8;
E62| Forbid all joy, & from
her childhood shall the little female
EUR5.9;
E62| Spread nets in every
secret path.
EUR5.10;
E62| My weary eyelids draw
towards the evening, my bliss is yet but new.
EUR8.1;
E62| Arise O Rintrah eldest
born: second to none but Orc:
EUR8.2;
E62| O lion Rintrah raise thy
fury from thy forests black:
EUR8.3;
E62| Bring Palamabron horned
priest, skipping upon the mountains:
EUR8.4;
E62| And silent Elynittria the
silver bowed queen:
EUR8.5;
E62| Rintrah where hast thou
hid thy bride!
EUR8.6;
E62| Weeps she in desart
shades?
EUR8.7;
E62| Alas my Rintrah! bring the
lovely jealous Ocalythron.
EUR8.8;
E62| Arise my son! bring all
thy brethren O thou king of fire.
EUR8.9;
E62| Prince of the sun I see
thee with thy innumerable race:
EUR8.10;
E62| Thick as the summer stars:
EUR8.11; E62|
But each ramping his golden mane shakes,
EUR8.12;
E62| And thine eyes rejoice
because of strength O Rintrah furious king.
EUR9.1;
E63| Enitharmon slept,
EUR9.2;
E63| Eighteen hundred years:
Man was a Dream!
EUR9.3;
E63| The night of Nature and
their harps unstrung:
EUR9.4;
E63| She slept in middle of her
nightly song,
EUR9.5;
E63| Eighteen hundred years, a
female dream!
EUR9.6;
E63| Shadows of men in fleeting
bands upon the winds: t187
EUR9.7;
E63| Divide the heavens of
Europe:
EUR9.8;
E63| Till Albions Angel smitten
with his own plagues fled with his bands
EUR9.9;
E63| The cloud bears hard on
Albions shore:
EUR9.10;
E63| Fill'd with immortal
demons of futurity:
EUR9.11;
E63| In council gather the
smitten Angels of Albion
EUR9.12;
E63| The cloud bears hard upon
the council house; down rushing
EUR9.13;
E63| On the heads of Albions
Angels.
EUR9.14;
E63| One hour they lay buried
beneath the ruins of that hall;
EUR9.15;
E63| But as the stars rise from
the salt lake they arise in pain,
EUR9.16;
E63| In troubled mists
o'erclouded by the terrors of strugling times.
EUR10.1;
E63| In thoughts perturb'd,
they rose from the bright ruins silent following
EUR10.2;
E63| The fiery King, who sought
his ancient temple serpent-form'd
EUR10.3;
E63| That stretches out its
shady length along the Island white.
EUR10.4;
E63| Round him roll'd his
clouds of war; silent the Angel went,
EUR10.5;
E63| Along the infinite shores
of Thames to golden Verulam.
EUR10.6;
E63| There stand the venerable
porches that high-towering rear
EUR10.7;
E63| Their oak-surrounded
pillars, form'd of massy stones, uncut
EUR10.8;
E63| With tool; stones
precious; such eternal in the heavens,
EUR10.9;
E63| Of colours twelve, few
known on earth, give light in the opake,
EUR10.10;
E63| Plac'd in the order of the
stars, when the five senses whelm'd
EUR10.11;
E63| In deluge o'er the
earth-born man; then turn'd the fluxile eyes
EUR10.12;
E63| Into two stationary orbs,
concentrating all things.
EUR10.13;
E63| The ever-varying spiral
ascents to the heavens of heavens
EUR10.14;
E63| Were bended downward; and
the nostrils golden gates shut
EUR10.15;
E63| Turn'd outward, barr'd and
petrify'd against the infinite.
EUR10.16;
E63| Thought chang'd the
infinite to a serpent; that which pitieth:
EUR10.17;
E63| To a devouring flame; and
man fled from its face and hid
EUR10.18;
E63| In forests of night; then
all the eternal forests were divided
EUR10.19;
E63| Into earths rolling in
circles of space, that like an ocean rush'd
EUR10.20;
E63| And overwhelmed all except
this finite wall of flesh.
EUR10.21;
E63| Then was the serpent
temple form'd, image of infinite
EUR10.22;
E63| Shut up in finite
revolutions, and man became an Angel;
EUR10.23;
E63| Heaven a mighty circle
turning; God a tyrant crown'd.
EUR10.24;
E63| Now arriv'd the ancient
Guardian at the southern porch,
EUR10.25;
E63| That planted thick with
trees of blackest leaf, & in a vale
EUR10.26;
E64| Obscure, inclos'd the
Stone of Night; oblique it stood, o'erhung
EUR10.27;
E64| With purple flowers and
berries red; image of that sweet south,
EUR10.28;
E64| Once open to the heavens
and elevated on the human neck,
EUR10.29;
E64| Now overgrown with hair
and coverd with a stony roof,
EUR10.30;
E64| Downward 'tis sunk beneath
th' attractive north, that round the feet
EUR10.31;
E64| A raging whirlpool draws
the dizzy enquirer to his grave:
EUR11.1;
E64| Albions Angel rose upon
the Stone of Night.
EUR11.2;
E64| He saw Urizen on the
Atlantic;
EUR11.3;
E64| And his brazen Book,
EUR11.4;
E64| That Kings & Priests
had copied on Earth
EUR11.5;
E64| Expanded from North to
South.
EUR12.1;
E64| And the clouds & fires
pale rolld round in the night of Enitharmon
EUR12.2;
E64| Round Albions cliffs &
Londons walls; still Enitharmon slept!
EUR12.3;
E64| Rolling volumes of grey
mist involve Churches, Palaces, Towers:
EUR12.4;
E64| For Urizen unclaspd his
Book: feeding his soul with pity
EUR12.5;
E64| The youth of England hid
in gloom curse the paind heavens; compell'd
EUR12.6;
E64| Into the deadly night to
see the form of Albions Angel
EUR12.7;
E64| Their parents brought them
forth & aged ignorance preaches canting,
EUR12.8;
E64| On a vast rock, perciev'd
by those senses that are clos'd from thought:
EUR12.9;
E64| Bleak, dark, abrupt, it
stands & overshadows London city
EUR12.10;
E64| They saw his boney feet on
the rock, the flesh consum'd in flames:
EUR12.11;
E64| They saw the Serpent
temple lifted above, shadowing the Island white:
EUR12.12;
E64| They heard the voice of
Albions Angel howling in flames of Orc,
EUR12.13;
E64| Seeking the trump of the
last doom
EUR12.14;
E64| Above the rest the howl
was heard from Westminster louder & louder:
EUR12.15;
E64| The Guardian of the secret
codes forsook his ancient mansion,
EUR12.16;
E64| Driven out by the flames
of Orc; his furr'd robes & false locks
EUR12.17;
E64| Adhered and grew one with
his flesh, and nerves & veins shot thro' them
EUR12.18;
E64| With dismal torment sick
hanging upon the wind: he fled
EUR12.19;
E64| Groveling along Great
George Street thro' the Park gate; all the soldiers
EUR12.20;
E64| Fled from his sight; he
drag'd his torments to the wilderness.
EUR12.21;
E64| Thus was the howl thro
Europe!
EUR12.22;
E64| For Orc rejoic'd to hear
the howling shadows
EUR12.23;
E64| But Palamabron shot his
lightnings trenching down his wide back
EUR12.24;
E64| And Rintrah hung with all
his legions in the nether deep
EUR12.25;
E64| Enitharmon laugh'd in her
sleep to see (O womans triumph)
EUR12.26;
E64| Every house a den, every
man bound; the shadows are filld
EUR12.27;
E64| With spectres, and the
windows wove over with curses of iron:
EUR12.28;
E64| Over the doors Thou shalt
not; & over the chimneys Fear is written:
EUR12.29;
E64| With bands of iron round
their necks fasten'd into the walls
EUR12.30;
E64| The citizens: in leaden
gyves the inhabitants of suburbs
EUR12.31;
E64| Walk heavy: soft and bent
are the bones of villagers
EUR12.32;
E65| Between the clouds of
Urizen the flames of Orc roll heavy
EUR12.33;
E65| Around the limbs of
Albions Guardian, his flesh consuming.
EUR12.34;
E65| Howlings & hissings,
shrieks & groans, & voices of despair
EUR12.35;
E65| Arise around him in the
cloudy t188
EUR12.36; E65| Heavens
of Albion, Furious
EUR13.1;
E65| The red limb'd Angel
siez'd, in horror and torment;
EUR13.2;
E65| The Trump of the last
doom; but he could not blow the iron tube!
EUR13.3;
E65| Thrice he assay'd
presumptuous to awake the dead to Judgment.
EUR13.4;
E65| A mighty Spirit leap'd
from the land of Albion,
EUR13.5;
E65| Nam'd Newton; he siez'd
the Trump, & blow'd the enormous blast!
EUR13.6;
E65| Yellow as leaves of Autumn
the myriads of Angelic hosts,
EUR13.7;
E65| Fell thro' the wintry
skies seeking their graves;
EUR13.8;
E65| Rattling their hollow
bones in howling and lamentation.
EUR13.9;
E65| Then Enitharmon woke, nor
knew that she had slept t189
EUR13.10;
E65| And eighteen hundred years
were fled
EUR13.11;
E65| As if they had not been
EUR13.12;
E65| She calld her sons &
daughters
EUR13.13;
E65| To the sports of night,
EUR13.14;
E65| Within her crystal house;
EUR13.15;
E65| And thus her song
proceeds.
EUR13.16;
E65| Arise Ethinthus! tho' the
earth-worm call;
EUR13.17;
E65| Let him call in vain;
EUR13.18;
E65| Till the night of holy
shadows
EUR13.19;
E65| And human solitude is
past!
EUR14.1;
E65| Ethinthus queen of waters,
how thou shinest in the sky:
EUR14.2;
E65| My daughter how do I
rejoice! for thy children flock around
EUR14.3;
E65| Like the gay fishes on the
wave, when the cold moon drinks the dew.
EUR14.4;
E65| Ethinthus! thou art sweet
as comforts to my fainting soul:
EUR14.5;
E65| For now thy waters warble
round the feet of Enitharmon.
EUR14.6;
E65| Manathu-Vorcyon! I behold
thee flaming in my halls,
EUR14.7;
E65| Light of thy mothers soul!
I see thy lovely eagles round;
EUR14.8;
E65| Thy golden wings are my
delight, & thy flames of soft delusion.
EUR14.9;
E65| Where is my lureing bird
of Eden! Leutha silent love!
EUR14.10;
E65| Leutha, the many colourd
bow delights upon thy wings:
EUR14.11;
E65| Soft soul of flowers
Leutha!
EUR14.12;
E65| Sweet smiling pestilence!
I see thy blushing light:
EUR14.13;
E65| Thy daughters many
changing,
EUR14.14;
E65| Revolve like sweet
perfumes ascending O Leutha silken queen!
EUR14.15;
E65| Where is the youthful
Antamon. prince of the pearly dew,
EUR14.16;
E65| O Antamon, why wilt thou
leave thy mother Enitharmon?
EUR14.17;
E66| Alone I see thee crystal
form,
EUR14.18;
E66| Floting upon the bosomd
air:
EUR14.19;
E66| With lineaments of
gratified desire.
EUR14.20;
E66| My Antamon the seven
churches of Leutha seek thy love.
EUR14.21;
E66| I hear the soft Oothoon in
Enitharmons tents:
EUR14.22;
E66| Why wilt thou give up
womans secrecy my melancholy child?
EUR14.23;
E66| Between two moments bliss
is ripe:
EUR14.24;
E66| O Theotormon robb'd of
joy, I see thy salt tears flow
EUR14.25;
E66| Down the steps of my
crystal house.
EUR14.26;
E66| Sotha & Thiralatha,
secret dwellers of dreamful caves,
EUR14.27;
E66| Arise and please the
horrent fiend with your melodious songs.
EUR14.28;
E66| Still all your thunders
golden hoofd, & bind your horses black.
EUR14.29;
E66| Orc! smile upon my
children!
EUR14.30;
E66| Smile son of my
afflictions.
EUR14.31;
E66| Arise O Orc and give our
mountains joy of thy red light.
EUR14.32;
E66| She ceas'd, for All were
forth at sport beneath the solemn moon t190
EUR14.33;
E66| Waking the stars of Urizen
with their immortal songs,
EUR14.34;
E66| That nature felt thro' all
her pores the enormous revelry,
EUR14.35;
E66| Till morning ope'd the
eastern gate. t191
EUR14.36; E66| Then
every one fled to his station, & Enitharmon wept.
EUR14.37;
E66| But terrible Orc, when he
beheld the morning in the east,
EUR15.1;
E66| Shot from the heights of
Enitharmon;
EUR15.2;
E66| And in the vineyards of
red France appear'd the light of his fury.
EUR15.3;
E66| The sun glow'd fiery red!
EUR15.4;
E66| The furious terrors flew
around!
EUR15.5;
E66| On golden chariots raging,
with red wheels dropping with blood;
EUR15.6;
E66| The Lions lash their
wrathful tails!
EUR15.7;
E66| The Tigers couch upon the
prey & suck the ruddy tide:
EUR15.8;
E66| And Enitharmon groans
& cries in anguish and dismay.
EUR15.9;
E66| Then Los arose his head he
reard in snaky thunders clad:
EUR15.10;
E66| And with a cry that shook
all nature to the utmost pole,
EUR15.11;
E66| Call'd all his sons to the
strife of blood.
EUR15.12;
E66| FINIS