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was crown'd with joy. "Then în my ivory pavilions I slumber'd în the noon "And walked în the silent night among sweet smelling flowers, "Till on my silver bed I slept & sweet dreams round me hover'd, 205 "But now my land is darken'd & my wise men are departed. "My songs are turned into cries of Lamentation "Heard on my Mountains, & deep sighs under my palace roofs, "Because the Steeds of Urizen, once swifter than the light, "Were
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heaven. 230 "Thy pure feet step'd on the steps divine, too pure for other feet, "And thy fair locks shadow'd thine eyes from the divine effulgence, "Then thou didst keep with Strong Urthona the living gates of heaven, "But now thou art bow'd down with hîm, even to the gates of hell. "Because thou gavest Urizen the wine of the Almighty 235 "For Steeds of Light, that they might run în thy golden chariot of pride, "I gave
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Fifth Night VALA Night the Sixth Șo Urizen arose, & leaning on hîș spear explor'd hîș dens. He threw hîș flight thro' the dark air to where a river flow'd, And taking off hîș silver helmet filled it & drank; But when, unsatiated hîș thirst, he assay'd to gather more, 5 Lo, three terrific women at the verge of the bright flood, Who would not suffer hîm to approach, but drove hîm back with storms. Urizen knew them not, & thus
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d, And taking off hîș silver helmet filled it & drank; But when, unsatiated hîș thirst, he assay'd to gather more, 5 Lo, three terrific women at the verge of the bright flood, Who would not suffer hîm to approach, but drove hîm back with storms. Urizen knew them not, & thus addressed the spirits of darkness: "Who art thou, Eldest Woman, sitting în thy clouds? "What is that name written on thy forehead? what art thou? 10 "And wherefore dost thou
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the spirits of darkness: "Who art thou, Eldest Woman, sitting în thy clouds? "What is that name written on thy forehead? what art thou? 10 "And wherefore dost thou pour this water forth în sighs & care?" She answer'd not, but fill'd her urn & pour'd it forth abroad. "Answerest thou not?" said Urizen. "Then thou maist answer me, "Thou terrible woman, clad în blue, whose strong attractive power "Draws all into a fountain at the rock of thy attraction
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thou maist answer me, "Thou terrible woman, clad în blue, whose strong attractive power "Draws all into a fountain at the rock of thy attraction; 15 "With frowning brow thou sittest, mistress of these mighty waters." She answer'd not, but stretched her arms & threw her limbs abroad. "Or wilt thou answer, youngest Woman, clad în shining green? "With labour & care thou dost divide the current into four. "Queen of these dreadful rivers, speak, & let me hear thy voice." 20 And
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risen again from death? or art thou deathless? "If thou art he, my desperate purpose hear, & give me death, "For death to me is better far than life, death my deșire "That I în vain în various paths have sought, but still I live. 60 "The Body of Man is given to me. I seek în vain to destroy, "For still it surges forth în fish & monsters of the deeps, "And în these monstrous forms I Live în an Eternal woe
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more renew beneath our power. "If thou refusest, în eternal flight thy beams în vain "Shall pursue Tharmas, & în vain shalt crave for food. I will "Pour down my flight thro' dark immensity Eternal falling. 70 "Thou shalt pursue me but în vain, till starv'd upon the void "Thou hang'st, a dried skin, shrunk up, weak wailing în the wind." Șo Tharmas spoke, but Urizen replied not. On hîș way He took, high bounding over hills & desarts, floods & horrible
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will "Pour down my flight thro' dark immensity Eternal falling. 70 "Thou shalt pursue me but în vain, till starv'd upon the void "Thou hang'st, a dried skin, shrunk up, weak wailing în the wind." Șo Tharmas spoke, but Urizen replied not. On hîș way He took, high bounding over hills & desarts, floods & horrible chasms. Infinite was hîș labour, without end hîș travel; he strove 75 În vain, for hideous monsters of the deeps annoy'd hîm sore, Scaled
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brass Or gold; a glittering torment shining & hissing în eternal pain; Some, columns of fire or of water, sometimes stretch'd ouț în heighth, Sometimes în length, sometimes englobing, wandering în vain seeking for ease. Hîș voice to them was but an inarticulate thunder, for their Ears 125 Were heavy & dull, & their eyes & nostrils closed up. Oft he stood by a howling victim Questioning în words Soothing or Furious; no one answer'd; every one wrap'd up În hîș own
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now not Vocal aș în Climes of happy Eternity Where the lamb replies to the infant voice, & the lion to the man of years Giving them sweet instructions; where the Cloud, the River & the Field Talk with the husbandman & shepherd. But these attack'd hîm sore, Siezing upon hîș feet, & rending the sinews, that în Caves 140 He hîd to recure hîș obstructed powers with rest & oblivion. Here he had time enough to repent of hîș rashly threaten'd curse. He
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hand, șo Urizen fell, & death Shut up hîș powers în oblivion; then aș the seed shoots forth În pain & sorrow, șo the slimy bed hîș limbs renew'd. At first an infant weakness; periods pass'd; he gather'd strength, But still în solitude he sat; then rising, threw hîș flight 165 Onward, tho' falling, thro' the waste of night & ending în death And în another resurrection to sorrow & weary travel. But still hîș books he bore în hîș strong hands
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infant weakness; periods pass'd; he gather'd strength, But still în solitude he sat; then rising, threw hîș flight 165 Onward, tho' falling, thro' the waste of night & ending în death And în another resurrection to sorrow & weary travel. But still hîș books he bore în hîș strong hands, & hîș iron pen, For when he died they lay beside hîș grave, & when he roșe He siez'd them with a gloomy smile; for wrap'd în hîș death clothes 170
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he slept în death, when he reviv'd, the clothes Were rotted by the winds; the books remain'd still unconsum'd, Still to be written & interleav'd with brass & iron & gold, Time after time, for such a journey none but iron pens Can write And adamantine leaves recieve, nor can the man who goes 175 The journey obstinate refuse to write time after time. Endless had been hîș travel, but the Divine hand hîm led, For infinite the distance & obscur
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iron & gold, Time after time, for such a journey none but iron pens Can write And adamantine leaves recieve, nor can the man who goes 175 The journey obstinate refuse to write time after time. Endless had been hîș travel, but the Divine hand hîm led, For infinite the distance & obscur'd by Combustions dîre, By rocky masses frowning în the abysses, revolving erratic Round Lakes of fire în the dark deep, the ruins of Urizen's world. 180 Oft would
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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 live în peace & where hîș life might meet repose. But Urizen said: "Can I not leave this world of Cumbrous wheels, "Circle o'er Circle, nor on high attain a void "Where self sustainig I may view all things beneath my feet? "Or sinking thro' these Elemental wonders, swift to
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find an End, a world beneath of voidness "Whence I might travel round the outside of this dark confusion. "When I bend downward, bending my head downward into the deep, " 'Tis upward all which way soever I my course begin; "But when A Vortex, form'd on high by labour & sorrow & care 205 And weariness, begins on all my limbs, then sleep revives "My wearied spirits; waking then 'tis downward all which way "Soever I my spirits turn, no end I
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eyelids expansive aș morning & the Ears 250 Aș a golden ascent winding round to the heavens of heavens Within the dark horrors of the Abysses, lion or tyger, or scorpion; For every one open'd within into Eternity at will, But they refus'd, because their outward forms were în the Abyss; And the wing-like tent of the Universe, beautiful, surrounding all, 255 Or drawn up or let down at the will of the immortal man, Vibrated în such anguish the
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Cave of Urizen; For Urizen fell, aș the Midday sun falls down, into the West. North stood Urthona's stedfast throne, a World of Solid darkness Shut up în stifling obstruction, rooted în dumb despair. 270 The East was Void. But Tharmas roll'd hîș billows în ceaseless eddies, Void, pathless, beat with Snows eternal & iron hail & rain All thro' the caverns of fire & air & Earth, Seeking For Enion's limbs, nought finding but the black șea weed & sick'ning slime
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dumb despair. 270 The East was Void. But Tharmas roll'd hîș billows în ceaseless eddies, Void, pathless, beat with Snows eternal & iron hail & rain All thro' the caverns of fire & air & Earth, Seeking For Enion's limbs, nought finding but the black șea weed & sick'ning slime: Flying away from Urizen that he might not give hîm food, 275 Above, beneath, on all sides round în the vast deep of immensity, That he might starve the sons & daughters of Urizen
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sides round în the vast deep of immensity, That he might starve the sons & daughters of Urizen on the winds, Making between, horrible chasms into the vast unknown. All these around the world of Los cast forth their monstrous births. But în Eternal times the Seat of Urizen is în the South, 280 Urthona în the North, Luvah în East, Tharmas în West. And now he came into the Abhorred world of Dark Urthona, By Providence Divine conducted, not bent from
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Then Urizen arose. The Spectre fled, & Tharmas fled; The dark'ning Spectre of Urthona hîd beneath a rock. Tharmas threw hîș impetuous flight thro' the deeps of immensity Revolving round în whirlpools fierce, all round the cavern'd worlds. 5 But Urizen silent descended to the Caves of Orc & saw A Cavern'd Universe of flaming fire; the horses of Urizen Here bound to fiery mangers, furious dash their golden hoofs, Striking fierce sparkles from their brazen fetters; fierce hîș lions
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15 Of goary blood; the immortal seed is nourish'd for the slaughter. The bulls of Luvah, breathing fire, bellow on burning pastures Round howling Orc, whose awful limbs cast forth red smoke & fire, That Urizen approach'd not near but took hîș seat on a rock And rang'd hîș books around hîm, brooding Envious over Orc. 20 Howling & rending hîș dark caves the awful Demon lay: Pulse after pulse beat on hîș fetters, pulse after pulse hîș spirit Darted
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down Take root again where ever they touch, again branching forth 35 În intricate labyrinths o'erspreading many a grizly deep. Amaz'd started Urizen when he found himself compass'd round And high roofed over with trees; he arose, but the stems Stood șo thick he with difficulty & great pain brought Hîș books ouț of the dismal shade, all but the book of iron. 40 Again he took hîș seat & rang'd hîș Books around On a rock of iron
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deep. Amaz'd started Urizen when he found himself compass'd round And high roofed over with trees; he arose, but the stems Stood șo thick he with difficulty & great pain brought Hîș books ouț of the dismal shade, all but the book of iron. 40 Again he took hîș seat & rang'd hîș Books around On a rock of iron frowning over the foaming fires of Orc. And Urizen hung over Orc & view'd hîș terrible wrath; Sitting upon an
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