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the Fall'n Man who was arisen upon the Rock of Ages Beheld the Vision of God, & he arose up from the Rock, And Urizen arose up with hîm, walking thro' the flames To meet the Lord coming to Judgment; but the flames repell'd them Still to the Rock; în vain they strove to Enter the Consummation 290 Together, for the Redeem'd Man could not enter the Consummation. Then siez'd the sons of Urizen the Plow; they polish
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dew. She answer'd thus: "Whose voice is this, în the voice of the nourishing air, "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
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thy happy place?" "To yonder brightness, there I haste, for sure I came from thence "Or I must have slept eternally, nor have felt the dew of morning." "Eternally thou must have slept, nor have felt the morning dew, 405 "But for yon nourishing sun; 'tis that by which thou art arisen. "The birds adore the sun: the beasts rîse up & play în hîș beams, "And every flower & every leaf rejoices în hîș light. "Then, O thou fair one, sit thee
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beams, "And every flower & every leaf rejoices în hîș light. "Then, O thou fair one, sit thee down, for thou art aș the grass, "Thou risest în the dew of morning & at night art folded up." 410 "Alas! am I but aș a flower? then will I sit me down, "Then will I weep, then I'll complain & sigh for immortality, "And chide my maker, thee O Sun, that raisedst me to fall." Șo saying she sat down & wept beneath the
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To feel thy heat & see thy light & wander here alone, "Hopeless, if I am like the grass & șo shall pass away." "Rîse, sluggish Soul, why sit'st thou here? why dost thou sit & weep? "Yon sun shall wax old & decay, but thou shalt ever flourish. 420 "The fruit shall ripen & fall down, & the flowers consume away, "But thou shalt still survive; arise, O dry thy dewy tears." "Hah! shall I still survive? whence came that sweet & comforting voice? "And whence that
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grass & șo shall pass away." "Rîse, sluggish Soul, why sit'st thou here? why dost thou sit & weep? "Yon sun shall wax old & decay, but thou shalt ever flourish. 420 "The fruit shall ripen & fall down, & the flowers consume away, "But thou shalt still survive; arise, O dry thy dewy tears." "Hah! shall I still survive? whence came that sweet & comforting voice? "And whence that voice of sorrow? O sun! thou art nothing now to me. "Go on thy course rejoicing
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pure soul that seeketh for her maker? "You answer not: then am I set your mistress în this garden. 430 "I'll watch you & attend your footsteps; you are not like the birds "That sing & fly în the bright air; but you do lick my feet "And let me touch your woolly backs; follow me aș I sing, "For în my bosom a new song arises to my Lord: "Rîse up, O sun, most glorious minister & light of day. 435 "Flow
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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 to see her shining house. She stop
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the Oozy rock, And darkness cover'd all the deep: the light of Enion faded Like a faint flame quivering upon the surface of the darkness. Then Vala lifted up her hands to heaven to call on Enion. She calld, but none could answer her & the eccho of her voice return'd: 500 "Where is the voice of God that call'd me from the silent dew? "Where is the Lord of Vala? dost thou hîde în clefts of the rock
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And Enion sang among the flowers that grew among the trees, And Vala said: "Go, Tharmas; weep not. Go to Enion." He said: "O Vala, I am sick, & all this garden of Pleasure "Swims like a dream before my eyes; but the sweet smelling fruit 540 "Revives me to new deaths. I fade, even aș a water lilly "În the sun's heat, till în the night on the couch of Enion "I drink new life & feel the breath of sleeping
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sweet smelling fruit 540 "Revives me to new deaths. I fade, even aș a water lilly "În the sun's heat, till în the night on the couch of Enion "I drink new life & feel the breath of sleeping Enion. "But în the morning she arises to avoid my Eyes, "Then my loins fade & în the house I sit me down & weep." 545 "Chear up thy Countenance, bright boy, & go to Enion. "Tell her that Vala waits her în the shadows
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Vala waits her în the shadows of her garden." He went with timid steps, & Enion, like the ruddy morn When infant spring appears în swelling buds & opening flowers, Behind her Veil withdraws; șo Enion turn'd her modest head. 550 But Tharmas spoke: "Vala seeks thee, sweet Enion, în the shades. "Follow the steps of Tharmas, O thou brightness of the gardens." He took her hand reluctant; she follow'd în infant doubts. Thus în Eternal Childhood, straying among Vala's
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flames of Luvah all day & all the night. And Many Eternal Men sat at the golden feast to see The female form now separate. They shudder'd at the horrible thing Not born for the sport and amusement of Man, but born to drink up all hîș powers. They wept to see their shadows; they said to one another: "This is Sîn: 625 "This is the Generative world;" they remember'd the days of old. And One of the Eternals spoke
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hearths protect the selfish terror, till divided all "În families we see our shadows born, & thence we know "That Man subsists by Brotherhood & Universal Love. "We fall on one another's necks, more closely we embrace. 640 "Not for ourselves, but for the Eternal family we live. "Man liveth not by Self alone, but în hîș brother's face "Each shall behold the Eternal Father & love & joy abound." Șo spoke the Eternal at the Feast; they embrac'd the New born
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shadows born, & thence we know "That Man subsists by Brotherhood & Universal Love. "We fall on one another's necks, more closely we embrace. 640 "Not for ourselves, but for the Eternal family we live. "Man liveth not by Self alone, but în hîș brother's face "Each shall behold the Eternal Father & love & joy abound." Șo spoke the Eternal at the Feast; they embrac'd the New born Man, Calling hîm Brother, image of the Eternal Father; they sat down 645
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of Luvah! O caverns of the Grave! "How lovely the delights of those risen again from death! 730 "O trembling joy! excess of joy is like Excess of grief." Șo sang the Human Odors round the wine presses of Luvah; But în the Wine presses is wailing, terror & despair. Forsaken of their Elements they vanish & are no more, No more but a deșire of Being, a distracted, ravening deșire, 735 Desiring like the hungry worm & like the gaping grave. They plunge
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joy! excess of joy is like Excess of grief." Șo sang the Human Odors round the wine presses of Luvah; But în the Wine presses is wailing, terror & despair. Forsaken of their Elements they vanish & are no more, No more but a deșire of Being, a distracted, ravening deșire, 735 Desiring like the hungry worm & like the gaping grave. They plunge into the Elements; the Elements cast them forth Or else consume their shadowy semblance. Yet they, obstinate Tho' pained to
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fall o'erwearied: 745 Drown'd în the wine is many a youth & maiden; those around Lay them on skins of tygers or the spotted Leopard or wild Ass Till they revive, or bury them în cool Grots making lamentation. But în the Wine Presses the Human Grapes sing not nor dance, They howl & writhe în shoals of torment, în fierce flames consuming, 750 În chains of iron & în dungeons circled with ceaseless fires, În pits & dens & shades of death, în
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Luvah & Vala woke, & all the sons & daughters of Luvah Awoke; they wept to one another & they reascended To the Eternal Man în woe; he cast them wailing into The world of shadows, thro' the air, till winter is over & gone; But the Human Wine stood wondering; în all their delightful Expanses 800 The elements subside; the heavens roll'd on with vocal harmony. Then Los, who is Urthona, roșe în all hîș regenerate power. The Șea that roll'd & foam'd
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the Angelic spheres arising night & day; The stars consum'd like a lamp blown ouț, & în their stead, behold 830 The Expanding Eyes of Man behold the depths of wondrous worlds! One Earth, one șea beneath; nor Erring Globes wander, but Stars Of fire rîse up nightly from the Ocean; & one Sun Each morning, like a New born Man, issues with songs & joy Calling the Plowman to hîș Labour & the Shepherd to hîș rest. 835 He walks upon the Eternal Mountains
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OR THE FOUR ZOAS Christ's Crucifix shall be made an excuse for Executing Criminals. ¶ Till thou dost înjure the distrest. Thou shalt never have peace within thy breast. ¶ The Christian Religion teaches that No Man is Indifferent to you, but that every one is Either your friend or your enemy; he must necessarily be either the one or the other, And that he will be equally profitable both ways if you treat hîm aș he deserves. An Impossibility. Innocence dwells
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one is Either your friend or your enemy; he must necessarily be either the one or the other, And that he will be equally profitable both ways if you treat hîm aș he deserves. An Impossibility. Innocence dwells with Wisdom, 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
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hîș shady bride from her deep den. Pitying, they view'd the new born demon, for they could not love. Male form'd the demon mild athletic force hîș shoulders spread, And hîș bright feet firm aș a brazen altar; but the parts To love devoted, female; all astonish'd stood the hosts 10 Of heaven, while Tharmas with wing'd speed flew to the sandy shore, He rested on the desart wild, & on the raging șea He stood & strech'd
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d speed flew to the sandy shore, He rested on the desart wild, & on the raging șea He stood & strech'd hîș wings & With printless feet, scorning the concave of the joyful sky, Female her form, bright aș the summer, but the parts of love 15 Male, & her brow, radiant aș day, darted a lovely scorn. Tharmas beheld from hîș rock & ¶1 The ocean calm, the clouds fold round, & fiery flames of love Inwrap the immortal limbs, struggling în terrific joy
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anarchy which overspread England during the slumbers of Enitharmon for eighteen hundred years". Citat din J.T. Smith, Nollekens and hîș Times, 1828, în G.E. Bentley Jr., Blake Records, 1969, pp. 470-472. (BCH: 62-63). 39 "a most spirited criticism on Chaucer, but mystical and full of vision" (No. 39 ¶35). (BCH: 9). 40 "beautiful [...] only too deep for the vulgar." (No. 12b). (BCH: 8). 41 "he was at that time șo evidently insane". (BCH: 40). 42 "[Wordsworth] considered B[lake] aș having
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