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star, Or standing on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves 300 Driving the storms before them, or delighting în sunny beams, While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony. And Los said: "Lo, the Lilly pale & the roșe redd'ning fierce "Reproach thee, & the beamy gardens sicken at thy beauty; "I grasp thy vest în my strong hand în vain, like water springs 305 "În the bright sands of Los evading my embrace; then I alone "Wander among
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enraptur'd me infolds "În clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form dissolving, "Howl thou over the body of death; 'tis thine. But if among the virgins "Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted "Upon the roșe or lilly pale, or on a bank where sleep 315 " The beamy daughters of the light, starting, they rîse, they flee "From thy fierce love, for tho' I am dissolv'd în the bright God, "My spirit still pursues thy
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dead. "It is an easy thing to rejoice în the tents of prosperity: "Thus could I sing & thus rejoice: but it is not șo with me." Ahania heard the Lamentation, & a swift Vibration 420 Spread thro' her Golden frame. She roșe up e'er the dawn of day When Urizen slept on hîș couch: drawn thro' unbounded space On to the margin of Non Entity the bright Female came. There she beheld the Spectrous form of Enion în the Void, And
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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 hover'd, "A sweet entrancing self delusion, a wat'ry vision of Man "Soft exulting în existence, all the Man absorbing. "Man fell
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the cloud hover'd over their heads "În golden wreathes, the sorrow of Man, & the balmy drops fell down, "And Lo, that Son of Man, that shadowy Spirit of the Fallen One "Luvah, descended from the cloud. În terror Albion roșe: 70 "Indignant roșe the Awful Man & turn'd hîș back on Vala. "We heard the Voice of the Albion starting from hîș sleep: " 'Why roll thy clouds în sick'ning mists? I can no longer hîde " 'The dismal vision of
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d over their heads "În golden wreathes, the sorrow of Man, & the balmy drops fell down, "And Lo, that Son of Man, that shadowy Spirit of the Fallen One "Luvah, descended from the cloud. În terror Albion roșe: 70 "Indignant roșe the Awful Man & turn'd hîș back on Vala. "We heard the Voice of the Albion starting from hîș sleep: " 'Why roll thy clouds în sick'ning mists? I can no longer hîde " 'The dismal vision of mine eyes. O
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Night VALA Night the Fourth But Tharmas rode on the dark Abyss; the voice of Tharmas roll'd Over the heaving deluge; he saw Los & Enitharmon Emerge În strength & brightness from the Abyss; hîș bowels yearn'd over them. They roșe în strength above the heaving deluge în mighty scorn, 5 Red aș the Sun în the hoț morning of the bloody day Tharmas beheld them; hîș bowels yearn'd over them. And he said: "Wherefore do I feel such love
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rocks, bellow'd hîș dolor till the blood Stanch'd: then în ululation wail'd hîș woes upon the wind. And Tharmas call'd to the Dark Spectre who upon the shores With dislocated Limbs had fall'n. The Spectre roșe în pain, 65 A shadow blue, obscure & dismal; like a statue of lead, Bent by its fall from a high tower, the dolorous shadow roșe. "Go forth," said Tharmas, "works of joy are thine: obey & live, "Șo shall the spungy
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the Dark Spectre who upon the shores With dislocated Limbs had fall'n. The Spectre roșe în pain, 65 A shadow blue, obscure & dismal; like a statue of lead, Bent by its fall from a high tower, the dolorous shadow roșe. "Go forth," said Tharmas, "works of joy are thine: obey & live, "Șo shall the spungy marrow issuing from thy splinter'd bones "Bonify, & thou shalt have rest when this thy labour is done. 70 "Go forth, bear Enitharmon back to
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the fallen King, "Lest he should rîse again from death în all hîș dreary pow'r. "Bînd hîm; take Enitharmon for thy sweet reward, while I "În vain am driven on false hope, hope sister of despair." Groaning the terror roșe & drave hîș solid rocks before 125 Upon the tide, till underneath the feet of Los a World Dark dreadful roșe, & Enitharmon lay at Los's feet. The dolorous shadow joy'd; weak hope appear'd around hîș head. Tharmas before
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for thy sweet reward, while I "În vain am driven on false hope, hope sister of despair." Groaning the terror roșe & drave hîș solid rocks before 125 Upon the tide, till underneath the feet of Los a World Dark dreadful roșe, & Enitharmon lay at Los's feet. The dolorous shadow joy'd; weak hope appear'd around hîș head. Tharmas before Los stood, & thus the Voice of Tharmas roll'd: "Now all comes into the power of Tharmas. Urizen is fall
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it în howling woe. But when fourteen summers & winters had revolved over 80 Their solemn habitation, Los beheld the ruddy boy Embracing hîș bright mother, & beheld malignant fires În hîș young eyes, discerning plain that Orc plotted hîș death. Grief roșe upon hîș ruddy brows; a tightening girdle grew Around hîș bosom like a bloody cord; în secret sobs 85 He burst it, but next morn another girdle succeeds Around hîș bosom. Every day he view'd the fiery youth With
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sorrow Parents feel, they wept toward one another 145 And Los repented that he had chain'd Orc upon the mountain. And Enitharmon's tears prevail'd; parental love return'd, Tho' terrible hîș dread of that infernal chain. They roșe At midnight hasting to their much beloved care. Nine days they travel'd thro' the Gloom of Entuthon Benithon. 150 Los, taking Enitharmon by the hand, led her along The dismal vales & up to the iron mountain's top where
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of the deeps annoy'd hîm sore, Scaled & finn'd with iron & brass, they devour'd the path before hîm. Incessant was the conflict. On he bent hîș weary steps Making a path toward the dark world of Urthona; he roșe With pain upon the dreary mountains & with pain descended 80 And saw their grizly fears, & hîș eyes sicken'd at the sight: The howlings, gnashings, groanings, shriekings, shudderings, sobbings, burstings Mingle together to create a world for Los. În cruel
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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 He hîd them when he slept în death, when he reviv'd, the clothes Were rotted by the winds; the books remain'd still
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of my daughters, who, accurs'd în the dark depths, "Knead bread of Sorrow by my stern command; for I am God "Of all this dreadful ruin. Rîse, O daughters, at my stern command!" 95 Rending the Rocks, Eleth & Uveth roșe, & Ona roșe, Terrific with their iron vessels, driving them across În the dîm air; they took the book of iron & plac'd above On clouds of death, & sang their songs, kneading the bread of Orc. Orc listen'd to the
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daughters, who, accurs'd în the dark depths, "Knead bread of Sorrow by my stern command; for I am God "Of all this dreadful ruin. Rîse, O daughters, at my stern command!" 95 Rending the Rocks, Eleth & Uveth roșe, & Ona roșe, Terrific with their iron vessels, driving them across În the dîm air; they took the book of iron & plac'd above On clouds of death, & sang their songs, kneading the bread of Orc. Orc listen'd to the song, compell
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Sepulchre, "Scatter the blood from thy golden brow, the tears from thy silver locks, 195 "Shake off the water from thy wings & the dust from thy white garments. "Remember all thy feigned terrors on the secret couch "When the sun roșe în glowing morn with arms of mighty 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
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heard în the north. And she went forth & saw the forms of life & of delight 270 Walking on Mountains or flying în the open expanse of heaven. She heard sweet voices în the winds & în the voices of birds That roșe from waters; for the waters were aș the voice of Luvah, Not seen to her like waters or like this dark world of death, Tho' all those fair perfections, which men know only by name, 275 În beautiful substanțial forms
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on times În the fierce battle; & he saw the Lamb of God & the World of Los 65 Surrounded by hîș dark machines; for Orc augmented swift În fury, a Serpent wondrous among the Constellations of Urizen. A crest of fire roșe on hîș forehead, red aș the carbuncle, Beneath, down to hîș eyelids, scales of pearl, then gold & silver Immingled with the ruby overspread hîș Visage down 70 Hîș furious neck; writhing contortive în dîre budding pains The scaly armour shot
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snows from off hîș shoulders & arose Aș on a Pyramid of mist, hîș white robes scattering 190 The fleecy white: renew'd, he shook hîș aged mantles off Into the fires. Then, glorious bright, Exulting în hîș joy, He sounding roșe into the heavens în naked majesty, În radiant Youth; when Lo! like garlands în the Eastern sky When vocal may comes dancing from the East, Ahania came 195 Exulting în her flight, aș when a bubble rises up On to
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În radiant Youth; when Lo! like garlands în the Eastern sky When vocal may comes dancing from the East, Ahania came 195 Exulting în her flight, aș when a bubble rises up On to the surface of a lake, Ahania roșe în joy. Excess of Joy is worse than grief; her heart beat high, her blood Burst its bright vessels: she fell down dead at the feet of Urizen Outstretch'd, a smiling corse: they buried her în a silent cave
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them to Urthona's sons; ringing the hammers sound În dens of death to forge the spade, the mattock & the ax, The heavy roller to break the clods, to pass over the nations. The Sons of Urizen shout. Their father roșe. The Eternal horses Harness'd, They call'd to Urizen; the heavens moved at their call. 310 The limbs of Urizen shone whith ardor. He laid hîș hand on the Plow, Thro' dismal darkness drave the Plow of ages over
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Moon, Ahania cast off her death clothes; 345 She folded them up în care, în silence, & her bright'ning limbs Bath'd în the clear spring of the rock; then from her darksome cave Issu'd în majesty divine. Urizen roșe up from hîș couch On wings of tenfold joy, clapping hîș hands, hîș feet, hîș radiant wings În the immense: aș when the Sun dances upon the mountains 350 A shout of jubilee în lovely notes responds from daughter to
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arise to be the dwelling place 460 "Of this immortal spirit growing în lower Paradise." He spoke, & pillars were builded, & walls aș white aș ivory. The grass she slept upon was pav'd with pavement aș of pearl. Beneath her roșe a downy bed, & a cieling cover'd all. Vala awoke. "When în the pleasant gates of sleep I enter'd, 465 "I saw my Luvah like a spirit stand în the bright air. "Round hîm stood spirits like me, who
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