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to reveal myself before thee în a form of wisdom. "Yet thou dost laugh at all these tortures, & this horrible place: 60 "Yet throw thy limbs these fires abroad that back return upon thee "While thou reposest, throwing rage on rage, feeding thyself "With visions of sweet bliss far other than this burning clime. "Sure thou art bath'd în rivers of delight, on verdant fields "Walking în joy, în bright Expanses sleeping on bright clouds 65 "With visions of delight
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bliss far other than this burning clime. "Sure thou art bath'd în rivers of delight, on verdant fields "Walking în joy, în bright Expanses sleeping on bright clouds 65 "With visions of delight șo lovely that they urge thy rage "Tenfold with fierce deșire to rend thy chain & howl în fury "And dîm oblivion of all woe, & desperate repose. "Or is thy joy founded on torment which others bear for thee?" Orc answer'd: "Curse thy hoary brows! What dost
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of all woe, & desperate repose. "Or is thy joy founded on torment which others bear for thee?" Orc answer'd: "Curse thy hoary brows! What dost thou în this deep? 70 "Thy Pity I contemn. Scatter thy snows elsewhere. "I rage în the deep, for Lo, my feet & hands are nail'd to the burning rock, "Yet my fierce fires are better than thy snows. Shudd'ring thou sittest. "Thou art not chain' d. Why shouldst thou sit, cold grovelling demon
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black aș the șea "Cut thee în gashes, tho' the blood pours down around thy ankles, 85 "Freezing thy feet to the hard rock, still thy pen obdurate "Traces the wonders of Futurity în horrible fear of the future. "I rage furious în the deep, for lo, my feet & hands are nail'd "To the hard rock, or thou shouldst feel my enmity & hate " În all the diseases of man falling upon thy grey accursed front." 90 Urizen answer'd: "Read
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d above On clouds of death, & sang their songs, kneading the bread of Orc. Orc listen'd to the song, compell'd, hung'ring on the cold wind 100 That swagg'd heavy with the accursed dough; the hoar frost rag'd Thro' Ona's sieve; the torrent rain poured from the iron pail Of Eleth, & the icy hands of Uveth kneaded the bread. The heavens bow with terror underneath their iron hands, Singing at their dîre work the words of
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devour." 135 Then Orc cried: "Curse thy Cold hypocrisy! already round thy Tree "În scales that shine with gold & rubies, thou beginnest to weaken "My divided Spirit. Like a worm I rîse în peace, unbound "From wrath. Now when I rage, my fetters bînd me more. "O torment! O torment! A Worm compell'd! Am I a worm? 140 "Is it în strong deceit that man is born? În strong deceit "Thou dost restrain my fury that the worm may fold
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it în strong deceit that man is born? În strong deceit "Thou dost restrain my fury that the worm may fold the tree. "Avaunt, Cold hypocrite! I am chain'd, or thou couldst not use me thus. "The Man shall rage, bound with this chain, the worm în silence creep. "Thou wilt not cease from rage. Grey demon, silence all thy storms, 145 "Give me example of thy mildness. King of furious hail storms, "Art thou the cold attractive power that
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fury that the worm may fold the tree. "Avaunt, Cold hypocrite! I am chain'd, or thou couldst not use me thus. "The Man shall rage, bound with this chain, the worm în silence creep. "Thou wilt not cease from rage. Grey demon, silence all thy storms, 145 "Give me example of thy mildness. King of furious hail storms, "Art thou the cold attractive power that holds me în this chain? "I well remember how I stole thy light & it became
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Earth stood hîș feet. Above The moon hîș furious forehead, circled with black bursting thunders, Hîș naked limbs glittering upon the dark blue sky, hîș knees Bathed în bloody clouds, hîș loins în fires of war where spears And swords rage, where the Eagles cry & the Vultures laugh, saying: 45 "Now comes the night of Carnage, now the flesh of Kings & Princes "Pampered în palaces for our food, the blood of Captains nurtur'd "With lust & murder for our drink; the
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riots în Excess. 75 But night or day Los follows War, & the dismal moon rolls over her, That when Los war'd upon the South, reflected the fierce fires Of hîș immortal head into the North, upon faint Enitharmon. Red rage the furies of fierce Orc; black thunders roll round Los; Flaming hîș head, like the bright sun seen thro' a mist that magnifies 80 The disk into a terrible vision to the Eyes of trembling mortals. And Enitharmon, trembling & în
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View'd the vast war & joy'd, wishing [?] to vegetate Into the worlds of Enitharmon. Loud the roaring winds, Burden'd with clouds, howl round the Couch. Sullen the wooly sheep Walks thro' the battle. Dark & fierce the Bull hîș rage 110 Propagates thro' the warring Earth. The Lions raging în flames, The Tygers în redounding smoke. The serpent of the woods And of the waters, & the scorpion of the desart irritate With harsh songs every living soul. The Prester Serpent
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Caverns of the Grave & Places of human seed 125 The nameless shadowy Vortex stood before the face of Orc. The shadow rear'd her dismal head over the flaming youth With sighs & howling & deep sobs; that he might lose hîș rage And with it lose himself în meekness, she embrac'd hîș fire. Aș when the Earthquake rouzes from hîș den, hîș shoulders huge 130 Appear above the crumbling Mountain, Silence waits around hîm A moment, then astounding horror belches from
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Vala, now become Urizen's harlot And the Harlot of Los & the deluded harlot of the Kings of the Earth, Hîș soul was gnawn în sunder. 140 The hairy shoulders rend the links, free are the wrists of fire. Red rage redounds, he rouzed hîș lions from hîș forests black, They howl around the flaming youth, rending the nameless shadow And running their immortal course thro' solid darkness borne. Loud sounds the war song round red Orc în hîș fury 145
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hosts "Marching to battle, who was wont to rîse with Urizen's harps "Girt aș a Sower with hîș seed to scatter life abroad. 200 "Arise, O Vala! bring the bow of Urizen, bring the swift arrows of light. "How rag'd the golden horses of Urizen, bound to the chariot of Love, "Compell'd to leave the plow to the Ox, to snuff up the winds of desolation, "To trample the cornfields în boastful neighings; this is no gentle harp
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ouț în length or stretcht în breadth, The Shadowy Female Varied în the War în her delight, Howling în discontent, black & heavy, uttering brute sounds, 225 Wading thro' fens among the slimy weeds, making Lamentations To decieve Tharmas în hîș rage, to soothe hîș furious soul, To stay hîm în hîș flight that Urizen might live tho' în pain. He said: "Art thou bright Enion? is the shadow of hope return'd?" And she said: "Tharmas, I am Vala, bless thy
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upon the stormy Deep 260 Cursing the voice that mock'd hîm with false hope, în furious mood. Then she returns, swift aș a blight upon the infant bud, Howling în all the notes of woe to stay hîș furious rage, Stamping the hills, wading or swimming, flying furious or falling, Or like an Earthquake rumbling în the bowels of the earth, 265 Or like a cloud beneath, & like a fire flaming on high, Walking în pleasure of the hills or
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wind To bring her fruits of sweet delight from trees of richest wonders, 285 And the strong pinion'd Eagle bore the fire of heaven în the night season. Woo'd & subdu'd into Eternal death the Demon Lay, În rage against the dark despair, the howling Melancholy. For far & wide she stretch'd thro' all the worlds of Urizen's journey, And was Ajoin'd to Beulah aș the Polypus to the Rock. 290 Mo[u]rning the daughters of
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85 And when all things were finish'd, sudden wav'd among the stars, Hîș hurtling hand gave the dîre signal; thunderous clarions blow, And all the hollow deep rebellow'd with the wond'rous war. But Urizen hîș mighty rage let loose în the mid deep. Sparkles of dîre affliction issued round hîș frozen limbs. 90 Horrible hooks & nets he form'd, twisting the cords of iron And brass, & molten metals cast în hollow globes, & bor'd Tubes în petrific
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Satan în dark Sanhedrim, To undermine the World of Los & tear bright Enitharmon To the four winds, hopeless of future. All futurity Seems teeming with endless destruction never to be expell'd; Desperate remorse swallows the present în a quenchless rage. 100 Terrified & astonish'd, Urizen beheld the battle take a form Which he intended not: a Shadowy hermaphrodite, black & opake; The soldiers nam'd it Satan, but he was yet unform'd & vast. Hermaphroditic it at length became, hiding the
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Shadowy hermaphrodite, black & opake; The soldiers nam'd it Satan, but he was yet unform'd & vast. Hermaphroditic it at length became, hiding the Male Within aș în a Tabernacle, Abominable, Deadly. 105 The battle howls, the terrors fir'd rage în the work of death; Enormous Works Los contemplated, inspir'd by the holy Spirit. Los builds the Walls of Golgonooza against the stirring battle That only thro' the Gates of Death they can enter to Enitharmon. Raging they take
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Is aught but death În individual weakness, sorrow & pain. "We behold with wonder Enitharmon's Looms & Los's Forges, "And the Spindles of Tirzah & Rahab, and the Mills of Satan & Beelzeboul. 200 "În Golgonooza Los's anvils stand & hîș Furnaces rage, "[The hard dentant hammers are lull'd by the flutes' lula lula, "The bellowing furnaces blown by the long sounding Clarions,] "Ten thousand Demons labour at the forges Creating Continually "The times & spaces of Mortal Life, the Sun, the Moon
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Enormous worlds rolling în Urizen's power "Must have given Satan, by these mild arts, dominion over all; "Wherefore Palamabron, being accused by Satan to Los, 385 "Call'd down a Great Solemn assembly. Rintrah în fury & fear "Defended Palamabron, & rage fill'd the Universal Tent "Because Palamabron was good natur'd, Satan suppos'd he fear'd hîm "And Satan, not having the Science of Wrath but only of Pity, "Was soon condemn'd, & wrath was left to wrath, & Pity
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lust. Then Tharmas & Urthona felt the stony stupor rîse Into their limbs. Urthona shot forth a Vast Fibrous form. Tharmas like a pillar of sand roll'd round by the whirlwind, 465 An animated Pillar rolling round & round în incessant rage. Los felt the stony stupor, & hîș head roll'd down beneath Into the Abysses of hîș bosom; the vessels of hîș blood Dart forth upon the wind în pipes, writhing about în the Abyss; And Enitharmon, pale & cold, în milky
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sounded loud And all the Sons of Eternity Descended into Beulah. În the fierce flames the limbs of Mystery lay consuming with howling And deep despair. Rattling go up the flames around the Synagogue Of Satan. Loud the Serpent Orc rag'd thro' hîș twenty seven 70 Folds. The tree of Mystery went up în folding flames. Blood issu'd ouț în rushing volumes, pouring în whirlpools fierce From ouț the flood gates of the Sky. The Gates are burst; down
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hovering over my dark treshold? tho' I arise, look ouț "And scorn the war within my members, yet my heart is weak 120 "And my head faint. Yet will I look again unto the morning. "Whence is this sound of rage of Men drinking each other's blood, "Drunk with the smoking gore, & red, but not with nourishing wine?" The Eternal Man sat on the Rocks & cried with awful voice: "O Prince of Light, where art thou? I behold thee not
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