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transform'd. Spasms siez'd hîș muscular fibres writhing to & fro: hîș pallid lips Unwilling mov'd aș Urizen howl'd: hîș loins wav'd like the șea 290 At Enitharmon's shrieks: hîș knees each other smote, & then he look'd With stony Eyes on Urizen, & then swift writh'd hîș neck Involuntary to the Couch where Enitharmon lay. The bones of Urizen hurtle on the wind; the bones of Los Twinge & hîș iron sinews bend like lead & fold 295
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pass'd these southern terrors he approach'd the East, Void, pathless, beaten with dismal iron sleet, & eternal hail & rain. No form was there, no living thing, & yet hîș way lay thro' 150 This dismal world; he stood a while & look'd back over hîș former Terrific voyage, Hills & Vales of torment & despair! Sighing, & wiping a fresh tear, then turning round, he threw Himself into the dismal void; falling he fell & fell, Whirling în unresistible revolutions down & down 155 În the
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of fire în the dark deep, the ruins of Urizen's world. 180 Oft would he sit în a dark rift & regulate hîș books, Or sleep such sleep aș spirits eternal, wearied în hîș dark Tearful & sorrowful state; then rîse, look ouț & ponder Hîș dismal voyage, eyeing the next sphere tho' far remote; Then darting into the Abyss of night hîș venturous limbs 185 Thro' lightnings, thunders, earthquakes & concussions, fires & floods Stemming hîș downward fall, labouring up against futurity, Creating many
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the vast unknown, Swift, swift from Chaos to chaos, from void to void, a road immense. 190 For when he came to where a Vortex ceas'd to operate, Nor down nor up remain'd, then if he turn'd & look'd back From whence he came, 'twas upward all; & if he turn'd and view'd The unpass'd void, upward was still hîș mighty wand'ring, The midst between, ăn Equilibrium grey of air serene 195 Where he might
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roses în the spring. 190 "How art thou shrunk! thy grapes that burst în summer's vast Excess, "Shut up în little purple covering, faintly bud & die. "Thy olive trees that pour'd down oil upon a thousand hills, "Sickly look forth & scarcely stretch their branches to the plain. "Thy roses that expanded în the face of glowing morn, 195 "Hîd în a little silken veil scarce breathe & faintly shine. "Thy lillies that gave light what time the morning looked forth
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labours "That mortal body, & by Self annihilation back returning 345 "To life Eternal; be assur'd I am thy real self, "Tho' thus divided from thee & the slave of Every passion "Of thy fierce Soul. Unbar the Gates of Memory: look upon me "Not aș another, but aș thy real Self. I am thy Spectre, "Thou didst subdue me în old times by thy Immortal Strength 350 "When I was a ravening hungering & thirsting cruel lust & murder. "Tho' horrible & Ghastly to
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Los trembling, answer'd: "Now I feel the weight of stern repentance. "Tremble not șo, my Enitharmon, at the awful gates "Of thy poor broken Heart. I see thee like a shadow withering "Aș on the outside of Existence; but look! behold! take comfort! 415 "Turn inwardly thine Eyes & there behold the Lamb of God "Clothed în Luvah's robes of blood descending to redeem. "O Spectre of Urthona, take comfort! O Enitharmon! "Could'st thou but cease from terror & trembling
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May live before uș în our palaces & în our gardens of labour, "Which now, open'd within the Center, we behold spread abroad "To form a world of sacrifice of brothers & sons & daughters, "To comfort Orc în hîș dîre sufferings; look, my fires enlume afresh 445 Before my face assembling with delight aș în ancient times!" Enitharmon spread her beamy locks upon the wind & said, "O Lovely terrible Los, wonder of Eternity, O Los, my defence & guide, "Thy works are all
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was the Saviour, Even Jesus: & they worshipped. Astonish'd, comforted, Delighted, în notes of Rapturous Extacy 45 All Beulah stood astonish'd, looking down to Eternal Death. They saw the Saviour beyond the Pit of death & destruction; For whether they look'd upward they saw the Divine Vision, Or whether they look'd downward still they saw the Divine Vision Surrounding them on all sides beyond sîn & death & hell. 50 Enitharmon wove în tears, singing songs of Lamentation And pitying comfort
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în notes of Rapturous Extacy 45 All Beulah stood astonish'd, looking down to Eternal Death. They saw the Saviour beyond the Pit of death & destruction; For whether they look'd upward they saw the Divine Vision, Or whether they look'd downward still they saw the Divine Vision Surrounding them on all sides beyond sîn & death & hell. 50 Enitharmon wove în tears, singing songs of Lamentation And pitying comfort aș she sigh'd forth on the wind the Spectres, Also
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poor spectres before the accusing heavens, "While Rahab & Tirzah far different mantles prepare: webs of torture," Mantles of despair, girdles of bitter compunction, shoes of indolence, 220 "Veils of ignorance covering from head to feet with a cold web. "We look down into Ulro; we behold the Wonders of the Grave. "Eastward of Golgonooza stands the Lake of Udan Adan, În "Entuthon Benithon, a Lake not of Waters but of Spaces, "Perturb'd, black & deadly; on its Islands & its Margins 225
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of future times become aș în days of old? "O weary life! why sit I here & give up all my powers "To indolence, to the night of death, when indolence & mourning "Sit 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
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indolence, to the night of death, when indolence & mourning "Sit 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
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family by family, "Alone enjoy not. I alone, în misery supreme, "Ungratified give all my joy unto this Luvah & Vala. 180 "Then Go, O dark futurity! I will cast thee forth from these "Heavens of my brain, nor will I look upon futurity more. "I cast futurity away, & turn my back upon that void "Which I have made; for lo! futurity is în this moment. "Let Orc consume, let Tharmas rage, let dark Urthona give 185 "All strength to Los & Enitharmon
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done? intreat thy lord for me: "Perhaps I may be forgiven." While he speaks the flames roll on, And after the flames appears the Clouds of the Son of Man Descending from Jerusalem with power and great Glory. All nations look up to the Cloud & behold hîm who was crucified. 275 The Prisoner answers: "You scourg'd my father to death before my face "While I stood bound with cords & heavy chains. Your hipocrisy "Shall now avail you nought." Șo speaking
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of Mental fires. To ravishing melody of flutes & harps & softest voice The seed is harrow'd în, while flames heat the black mould & căușe The human harvest to begin. Towards the south first sprang The myriads, & în silent fear they look ouț from their graves. 340 Then Urizen sits down to rest, & all hîș wearied sons Take their repose on beds; they drink, they sing, they view the flames Of Orc; în joy they view the human harvest springing up. A
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În the spirit of the morning, awaking the Soul from its grassy bed? 395 "Where dost thou dwell? for it is thee I seek, & but for thee "I must have slept Eternally, nor have felt the dew of thy morning. "Look how the opening dawn advances with vocal harmony! "Look how the beams foreshew the rising of some glorious power! "The sun is thine, he goeth forth în hîș majestic brightness. 400 "O thou creating voice that callest! & who shall answer
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from its grassy bed? 395 "Where dost thou dwell? for it is thee I seek, & but for thee "I must have slept Eternally, nor have felt the dew of thy morning. "Look how the opening dawn advances with vocal harmony! "Look how the beams foreshew the rising of some glorious power! "The sun is thine, he goeth forth în hîș majestic brightness. 400 "O thou creating voice that callest! & who shall answer thee?" "Where dost thou flee, O fair one? where
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hîș hand upon me, from the gates of sleep I came 470 "Into this bodily house to tend my flocks în my pleasant garden." Șo saying, she arose & walked round her beautiful house, And then from her white door she look'd to see her bleating lambs, But her flocks were gone up from beneath the trees into the hills. "I see the hand that leadeth me doth also lead my flocks." 475 She went up to her flocks & turned oft
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captives. "Where shall the graves recieve them all, & where shall be their place? "And who shall mourn for Mystery who never loos'd her Captives? 670 "Let the slave, grinding at the mill, run ouț into the field; "Let hîm look up into the heavens & laugh în the bright air. "Let the inchained soul, shut up în darkness & în sighing, "Whose face has never seen a smile în thirty weary years, " Rîse & look ouț: hîș chains are loose, hîș dungeon doors
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mill, run ouț into the field; "Let hîm look up into the heavens & laugh în the bright air. "Let the inchained soul, shut up în darkness & în sighing, "Whose face has never seen a smile în thirty weary years, " Rîse & look ouț: hîș chains are loose, hîș dungeon doors are open; 675 "And let hîș wife & children return from the opressor's scourge. "They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream. "Are these the slaves that groan'd
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în darkness & în sighing, "Whose face has never seen a smile în thirty weary years, " Rîse & look ouț: hîș chains are loose, hîș dungeon doors are open; 675 "And let hîș wife & children return from the opressor's scourge. "They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream. "Are these the slaves that groan'd along the streets of Mystery? "Where are your bonds & task masters? are these the prisoners? "Where are your chains? where are your tears? why
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every step & believe it is a dream. "Are these the slaves that groan'd along the streets of Mystery? "Where are your bonds & task masters? are these the prisoners? "Where are your chains? where are your tears? why do you look around? 680 "If you are thirsty, there is the river: go, bathe your parched limbs, "The good of all the Land is before you, for Mystery is no more." Then All the Slaves from every Earth în the wide Universe
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but never with Ignorance. [END OF VALA, OR THE FOUR ZOAS] THE FOUR ZOAS ADDITIONAL FRAGMENTS Beneath the veil of Vala roșe Tharmas from dewey tears. The eternal man bow'd hîș bright head, & Urizen, prince of light, Astonish'd look'd from hîș bright portals. Luvah, King of Love Awaken'd Vala. Ariston ran forth with bright Anana, 5 And dark Urthona rouz'd hîș shady bride from her deep den. Pitying, they view'd the new born demon, for
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Kathleen Raine, William Blake, 1965, p. 23: "being with Blake was "aș if he were talking to the Prophet Isaiah"." 49 "He had Michael Angelo on hîș side without doubt"; "hîș paintings seem to be inspired by fairies & hîș colours look aș if they were the bloom dropped from the brilliant Wings of the Spirits of the Prism." (BCH: 216). 50 "the characteristic of hîș genius is fearful Reality." (BCH: 59). 51 "the "two magnificent and mighty" artistic geniuses of the
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