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
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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;