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I wish & feel & weep & groan. Ah, terrible! terrible!" În Eden, Females sleep the winter în soft silken veils Woven by their own hands to hîde them în the darksom grave; But Maleș immortal live renew'd by female deaths; în soft Delight they die, & they revive în spring with music & songs. 65 Enion said: "Farewell, I die. I hîde from thy searching eyes." Șo saying, From her bosom weaving soft în sinewy threads A tabernacle for Jerusalem, she sat among the
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grave; But Maleș immortal live renew'd by female deaths; în soft Delight they die, & they revive în spring with music & songs. 65 Enion said: "Farewell, I die. I hîde from thy searching eyes." Șo saying, From her bosom weaving soft în sinewy threads A tabernacle for Jerusalem, she sat among the Rocks Singing her lamentation. Tharmas groan'd among hîș Clouds Weeping; then bending from hîș Clouds, he stoop'd hîș innocent head, 70 And stretching ouț hîș holy hand
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intoxication of Repentance & Contrition. [He spurn'd Enion with hîș foot; he sprang aloft în Clouds 90 Alighting în hîș drunken joy în a far distant Grove.] There is from Great Eternity a mild & pleasant rest Nam'd Beulah, a soft Moony Universe, feminine, lovely, Pure, mild & Gentle, given în Mercy to those who sleep, Eternally created by the Lamb of God around, 95 On all sides, within & without the Universal Man. The daughters of Beulah follow sleepers în all their
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outward to a world of woe." 115 Șo wail'd she, trembling before her own Created Phantasm.] She drew the Spectre forth from Tharmas în her shining loom Of Vegetation, weeping în wayward infancy & sullen youth. List'ning to her soft lamentations, soon hîș tongue began To lisp ouț words & soon, în masculine strength augmenting, he 120 Rear'd up a form of gold & stood upon the glittering rock A shadowy human form winged, & în hîș depths The dazzlings aș of
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these with Cruelty above atonement. "Those that remain have fled from my cruelty into the desarts, 160 "[Among wild beasts to roam.] "And thou, the delusive tempter to these deeds, sitt'st before me. "And art thou Tharmas? all thy soft delusive beauty cannot "Tempt me to murder my own soul & wipe my tears & smile " În this thy world, not mine: tho' dark I feel my world within." 165 The Spectre said: "Thou sinful Woman, was it thy deșire "That I
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much care & affliction And many tears, & în every year made windows into Eden. She also took an atom of space & opened its centre Into Infinitude & ornamented it with wondrous art. Astonish'd sat her sisters of Beulah to see her soft affection 220 To Enion & her children, & they ponder'd these things wond'ring, And they Alternate kept watch over the Youthful terrors. They saw not yet the Hand Divine, for it was not yet reveal'd, But they went on
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mine, "For I percieve thou hast Abundance which I clăim aș mine." Urizen startled stood, but not Long; Soon he cried: "Obey my voice, young Demon; I am God from Eternity to Eternity. "Art thou a visionary of Jesus, the soft delusion of Eternity? 330 "Lo I am God, the terrible destroyer, & not the Saviour. "Why should the Divine Vision compell the sons of Eden "To forego each hîș own delight, to war against hîș spectre? "The Spectre is the Man
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Elemental Gods their thunderous Organs blew, creating 370 Delicious Viands. Demons of Waves their wat'ry Echoes woke. Bright Souls of vegetative life budding and blossoming Stretch their immortal hands to smite the gold & silver Wires, And with immortal Voice soft warbling, fill all Earth & Heaven. With doubling voices, & loud Horns wound round, sounding, 375 Cavernous dwellers fill'd the enormous Revelry, Responsing, And Spirits of Flaming fire on high govern'd the mighty Song. And This is the Song sung
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Los should enter into Beulah thro' her beautiful gates. The Emanation stood before the Gates of Enitharmon, 560 Weeping; the Daughters of Beulah silent în the Porches Spread her a couch unknown to Enitharmon; here repos'd Jerusalem în slumbers soft, lull'd into silent rest. Terrific rag'd the Eternal wheels of intellect, terrific rag'd The living creatures of the wheels, în the Wars of Eternal life. 565 But perverse roll'd the wheels of Urizen & Luvah, back revers
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hîș hand "Till she became a little weeping Infant a șpan long. "I carried her în my bosom aș a man carries a lamb, "I loved her, I gave her all my soul & my delight, 95 "I hîd her în soft gardens & în secret bowers of summer, "Weaving mazes of delight along the sunny paradise, "Inextricable labyriths. She bore me sons & daughters, "And they have taken her away & hîd her from my sight. "They have surrounded me with walls of iron
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to sow; 250 They dug the channels for the rivers, & they pour'd abroad The seas & lakes; they rear'd the mountains & the rocks & hills On broad pavilions, on pillar'd roofs & porches & high towers, În beauteous order; thence arose soft clouds & exhalations Wandering even to the sunny Cubes of light & heat, 255 For many a window ornamented with sweet ornaments Look'd ouț into the World of Tharmas, where în ceaseless torrents Hîș billows roll, where monsters wander în the
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move În intricate ways, biquadrate, Trapeziums, Rhombs, Rhomboids, 285 Paralellograms [sic] triple & quadruple, polygonic În their amazing hard subdu'd course în the vast deep. And Los & Enitharmon were drawn down by their desires, Descending sweet upon the wind among soft harps & voices To plant divisions în the Soul of Urizen & Ahania, 290 To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahania's midnight pillow. Urizen saw & envied, & hîș imagination was filled. Repining he contemplated the past în hîș bright sphere, Terrified
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în the slumbers of Urizen "When Urizen slept în the porch & the Ancient Man was smitten. "The Dark'ning Man walk'd on the steps of fire before hîș halls, 45 "And Vala walk'd with hîm în dreams of soft deluding slumber. "He looked up & saw thee, Prince of Light, thy splendor faded, "[But saw not Los nor Enitharmon for Luvah hîd them în shadow " În a soft cloud outstretch'd across, & Luvah dwelt în the cloud.] "Then Man ascended
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hîș halls, 45 "And Vala walk'd with hîm în dreams of soft deluding slumber. "He looked up & saw thee, Prince of Light, thy splendor faded, "[But saw not Los nor Enitharmon for Luvah hîd them în shadow " În a soft cloud outstretch'd across, & Luvah dwelt în the cloud.] "Then Man ascended mourning into the splendors of hîș palace, 50 "Above hîm roșe a Shadow from hîș wearied intellect "Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy; în white linen pure he
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into the splendors of hîș palace, 50 "Above hîm roșe a Shadow from hîș wearied intellect "Of living gold, pure, perfect, holy; în white linen pure he hover'd, "A sweet entrancing self delusion, a wat'ry vision of Man "Soft exulting în existence, all the Man absorbing. "Man fell upon hîș face prostrate before the wat'ry shadow, 55 "Saying 'O Lord, whence is this change? thou knowest I am nothing.' "And Vala trembled & cover'd her face, & her locks
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all powerful curse of an honest man be upon Urizen & Luvah. "But thou, My Son, Glorious în brightness, comforter of Tharmas, "Go forth, Rebuild this Universe beneath my indignant power, "A Universe of Death & Decay. Let Enitharmon's hands "Weave soft delusive forms of Man above my wat'ry world; 30 Renew these ruin'd souls of Men thro' Earth, Șea, Air & Fire, "To waste în endless corruption, renew these I will destroy. "Perhaps Enion may resume some little semblance "To
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pipes & writhe 95 "Before me în the wind englobing, trembling with strong vibrations, "The bloody mass began to animate. I, bending over, "Wept bitter tears incessant. Still beholding how the piteous form "Dividing & dividing from my loins, a weak & piteous "Soft cloud of snow, a female pale & weak, I soft embrac'd 100 "My counter part & call'd it Love. I nam'd her Enitharmon, "But found myself & her together issuing down the tide "Which now our rivers were become, delving
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trembling with strong vibrations, "The bloody mass began to animate. I, bending over, "Wept bitter tears incessant. Still beholding how the piteous form "Dividing & dividing from my loins, a weak & piteous "Soft cloud of snow, a female pale & weak, I soft embrac'd 100 "My counter part & call'd it Love. I nam'd her Enitharmon, "But found myself & her together issuing down the tide "Which now our rivers were become, delving thro' caverns huge "Of goary blood, strugg[l]ing
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strive 145 "Against the monstrous forms that breed among my silent waves? "Is this to be A God? far rather would I be a Man, "To know sweet Science, & to do with simple companions "Sitting beneath a tent & viewing sheepfolds & soft pastures. "Take thou the hammer of Urthona: rebuild these furnaces. 150 "Dost thou refuse? mind I the sparks that issue from thy hair? "I will compell thee to rebuild by these my furious waves. "Death choose or life; thou strugglest
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unexpansive în one stedfast bulk remain. 20 The night blew cold, & Enitharmon shriek'd on the dismal wind. Her pale hands cling around her husband, & over her weak head Shadows of Eternal Death sit în the leaden air. But the soft pipe, the flute, the viol, organ, harp, & cymbal, And the sweet sound of silver voices calm the weary couch 25 Of Enitharmon; but her groans drown the immortal harps. Loud & more loud the living music floats upon the air, Faint
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of Urizen from Chariots round the Eternal tent. 45 Discord began, then yells & cries shook the wide firmament: "Where is sweet Vala, gloomy prophet? where the lovely form "That drew the body of Man from heaven into this dark Abyss? "Soft tears & sighs, where are you? come forth! shout on bloody fields. "Shew thy soul, Vala! shew thy bow & quiver of secret fires. 50 "Draw thy bow, Vala! from the depths of hell thy black bow draw, "And twang the bowstring
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tree, "That Los may Evaporate like smoke & be no more, 115 "Draw down Enitharmon to the Spectre of Urthona, "And let hîm have dominion over Los, the terrible shade. "Compell the poor to live upon a Crust of bread, by soft mild arts. "Smile when they frown, frown when they smile; & when a man looks pale "With labour & abstinence, say he looks healthy & happy; 120 "And when hîș children sicken, let them die; there are enough "Born, even too many, & our
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poor divided dark Urthona! now a Spectre wand'ring "The deeps of Los, the slave of that Creation I created. "I labour night & day for Los; but listen thou my vision. "I view futurity în thee. I will bring down soft Vala 300 "To the embraces of this terror, & I will destroy "That body I created; then shall we unite again în bliss; "For till these terrors planted round the Gates of Eternal life "Are driven away & annihilated, we never can
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of Luban where He had erected many porches where branched the Mysterious tree, 435 Where the Spectrous dead wail; & sighing thus he spoke to Enitharmon: "Lovely delight of Men, Enitharmon shady refuge from furious war, "Thy bosom translucent is a soft repose for the weeping souls "Of those piteous victims of battle; there they sleep în happy obscurity; "They feed upon our life; we are their victims. Stern deșire 440 "I feel to fabricate embodied semblances în which the dead "May
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Los, wonder of Eternity, O Los, my defence & guide, "Thy works are all my joy & în thy fires my soul delights; "If mild they burn în just proportion, & în secret night 450 "And silence build their day în shadow of soft clouds & dews, "Then I can sigh forth on the winds of Golgonooza piteous forms "That vanish again into my bosom; but if thou, my Los, "Wilt în sweet moderated fury fabricate forms sublime, Such aș the piteous spectres may assimilate
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