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heard the Voice & fled, swift aș the winter's setting sun. "And now the Human Blood foam'd high. I saw that Luvah & Vala 95 "Went down the Human Heart, where Paradise & its joys abounded, "În jealous fears, în fury & rage, & flames roll'd round their fervid feet, "And the vast form of Nature like a Serpent play'd before them; "And aș they went, în folding fires & thunders of the deep, "Vala shrunk în like the dark șea that leaves
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quite, but let 185 "A little shadow, but a little showery form of Enion "Be near thee, loved Terror; let me still remain & then do thou "Thy righteous doom upon me; only let me hear thy voice. "Driven by thy rage I wander like a cloud into the deep "Where never yet Existence came; there losing all my life 190 "I back return weaker & weaker; consume me not away "În thy great wrath; tho' I have sinned, tho' I have rebell
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not been. "Make not the thing that loveth thee a tear wiped away." Tharmas replied, riding on storms, hîș voice of Thunder roll'd: 195 "Image of grief, thy fading lineaments make my eyelids fail. "What have I done? both rage & mercy are alike to me; "Looking upon thee, Image of faint waters, I recoil "From my fierce rage into thy semblance. Enion, return. "Why does thy piteous face Evanish like a rainy cloud 200 "Melting, a shower of falling tears
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hîș voice of Thunder roll'd: 195 "Image of grief, thy fading lineaments make my eyelids fail. "What have I done? both rage & mercy are alike to me; "Looking upon thee, Image of faint waters, I recoil "From my fierce rage into thy semblance. Enion, return. "Why does thy piteous face Evanish like a rainy cloud 200 "Melting, a shower of falling tears, nothing but tears! Enion, "Substanceless, voiceless, weeping, vanish'd, nothing but tears! Enion, "Art thou for ever vanish
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face Evanish like a rainy cloud 200 "Melting, a shower of falling tears, nothing but tears! Enion, "Substanceless, voiceless, weeping, vanish'd, nothing but tears! Enion, "Art thou for ever vanish'd from the wat'ry eyes of Tharmas? "Rage, Rage shall never from my bosom: winds & waters of woe "Consuming all, to the end consuming. Love and Hope are ended." 205 For now no more remain'd of Enion în the dismal air, Only a voice eternal wailing în the
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love & pity? "Ah, Enion! Ah, Enion! Ah, lovely, lovely Enion! "How is this? All my hope is gone! for ever fled! 10 Like a famish'd Eagle, Eyeless, raging în the vast expanse, "Incessant tears are now my food, incessant rage & tears. "Deathless for ever now I wander seeking oblivion "În torrents of despair: în vain; for if I plunge beneath, "Stifling I live: If dash'd în pieces from a rocky height, 15 "I reunite în endless torment; would I
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a rocky height, 15 "I reunite în endless torment; would I had never risen "From death's cold sleep beneath the bottom of the raging Ocean. "And cannot those who once have lov'd ever forget their Love? "Are love & rage the same passion? they are the same în me. "Are those who love like those who died, risen again from death, 20 "Immortal în immortal torment, never to be deliver'd? "Is it not possible that one risen again from
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pangs of heart: "Tharmas, I know thee: how are we alter'd, our beauty decay'd! 80 "But still I know thee, tho' în this horrible ruin whelm'd. "Thou, once the mildest son of heaven, art now become a Rage, "A terror to all living things; think not that I am ignorant "That thou art risen from the dead, or that, my power forgot, "I slumber here în weak repose. I well remember the Day, 85 "The day of terror
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I issued into the air, divided from Enitharmon. "I howl'd în sorrow. I beheld thee rotting upon the Rocks. "I, pitying, hover'd over thee; I protected thy ghastly corse "From Vultures of the deep; then wherefore shouldst thou rage 110 "Against me who thee guarded în the night of death from harm?" Tharmas replied: "Art thou Urthona, My friend, my old companion "With whom I liv'd în happiness before that deadly night "When Urizen gave the horses of
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billows & waves pass over hîm, "The șea encompasses hîm & monsters of the deep are hîș companions. 135 "Dreamer of furious oceans, cold sleeper of weeds & shells, "Thy Eternal form shall never renew, my uncertain prevails against thee. "Yet tho' I rage, God over all, A portion of my Life "That în Eternal fields în comfort wander'd with my flocks "At noon & laid her head upon my wearied bosom at night, 140 "She is divided. She is vanish'd, even like
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Eyes were open'd on the Abyss, 40 The horrid trumpets of the deep bellow'd with bitter blasts. The Enormous Demons woke & howl'd around the new born King, Crying, "Luvah, King of Love, thou art the King of rage & death." Urizen cast deep darkness round hîm; raging, Luvah pour'd The spears 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
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whose souls are flames of fire. "But now the times return upon thee. Enitharmon's womb "Now holds thee, soon to issue forth. Sound, Clarions of war! "Call Vala from her close recess în all her dark deceit, 65 "Then rage on rage shall fierce redound ouț of her crystal quiver." Șo sung the Demons round red Orc & round faint Enitharmon. Sweat & blood stood on the limbs of Los în globes; hîș fiery Eyelids Faded; he rouz'd, he siez'd
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are flames of fire. "But now the times return upon thee. Enitharmon's womb "Now holds thee, soon to issue forth. Sound, Clarions of war! "Call Vala from her close recess în all her dark deceit, 65 "Then rage on rage shall fierce redound ouț of her crystal quiver." Șo sung the Demons round red Orc & round faint Enitharmon. Sweat & blood stood on the limbs of Los în globes; hîș fiery Eyelids Faded; he rouz'd, he siez'd the wonder
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down, binding around hîș limbs The accursed chain. O how bright Enitharmon howl'd & cried Over her son! Obdurate, Los bound her loved Joy. The hammer of Urthona smote the rivets în terror, of brass 105 Tenfold; the Demon's rage flam'd tenfold forth, rending, Roaring, redounding, Loud, Loud, Louder & Louder, & fir'd The darkness, warring with the waves of Tharmas & Snows of Urizen. Crackling the flames went up with fury from the immortal demon. Surrounded with flames the Demon
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around the Demon, going forth & returning. At hîș enormous call they flee into the heavens of heavens And back return with wine & food, or dive into the deeps 120 To bring the thrilling joys of sense to quell hîș ceaseless rage. Hîș eyes, the lights of hîș large soul, contract or else expand: Contracted they behold the secret of the infinite mountains, The veins of gold & silver & the hidden things of Vala, Whatever grows from its pure bud or breathes a
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iron rock & grew a chain beneath the Earth Even to the Center, wrapping round the Center; & the limbs Of Orc entering with fibres become one with hîm, a living Chain 170 Sustained by the Demon's life. Despair & Terror & Woe & Rage Inwrap the Parents în cold clouds aș they bend howling over The terrible boy, till fainting by hîș side, the Parents fell. Not long they lay; Urthona's spectre found herbs of the pit. Rubbing their temples, he reviv'd
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repose, "And to reveal myself before thee în a form of wisdom. "Yet thou dost laugh at all these tortures, & this horrible place: 60 "Yet throw thy limbs these fires abroad that back return upon thee "While thou reposest, throwing rage on rage, feeding thyself "With visions of sweet bliss far other than this burning clime. "Sure thou art bath'd în rivers of delight, on verdant fields "Walking în joy, în bright Expanses sleeping on bright clouds 65 "With visions
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to reveal myself before thee în a form of wisdom. "Yet thou dost laugh at all these tortures, & this horrible place: 60 "Yet throw thy limbs these fires abroad that back return upon thee "While thou reposest, throwing rage on rage, feeding thyself "With visions of sweet bliss far other than this burning clime. "Sure thou art bath'd în rivers of delight, on verdant fields "Walking în joy, în bright Expanses sleeping on bright clouds 65 "With visions of delight
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bliss far other than this burning clime. "Sure thou art bath'd în rivers of delight, on verdant fields "Walking în joy, în bright Expanses sleeping on bright clouds 65 "With visions of delight șo lovely that they urge thy rage "Tenfold with fierce deșire to rend thy chain & howl în fury "And dîm oblivion of all woe, & desperate repose. "Or is thy joy founded on torment which others bear for thee?" Orc answer'd: "Curse thy hoary brows! What dost
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of all woe, & desperate repose. "Or is thy joy founded on torment which others bear for thee?" Orc answer'd: "Curse thy hoary brows! What dost thou în this deep? 70 "Thy Pity I contemn. Scatter thy snows elsewhere. "I rage în the deep, for Lo, my feet & hands are nail'd to the burning rock, "Yet my fierce fires are better than thy snows. Shudd'ring thou sittest. "Thou art not chain' d. Why shouldst thou sit, cold grovelling demon
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black aș the șea "Cut thee în gashes, tho' the blood pours down around thy ankles, 85 "Freezing thy feet to the hard rock, still thy pen obdurate "Traces the wonders of Futurity în horrible fear of the future. "I rage furious în the deep, for lo, my feet & hands are nail'd "To the hard rock, or thou shouldst feel my enmity & hate " În all the diseases of man falling upon thy grey accursed front." 90 Urizen answer'd: "Read
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d above On clouds of death, & sang their songs, kneading the bread of Orc. Orc listen'd to the song, compell'd, hung'ring on the cold wind 100 That swagg'd heavy with the accursed dough; the hoar frost rag'd Thro' Ona's sieve; the torrent rain poured from the iron pail Of Eleth, & the icy hands of Uveth kneaded the bread. The heavens bow with terror underneath their iron hands, Singing at their dîre work the words of
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devour." 135 Then Orc cried: "Curse thy Cold hypocrisy! already round thy Tree "În scales that shine with gold & rubies, thou beginnest to weaken "My divided Spirit. Like a worm I rîse în peace, unbound "From wrath. Now when I rage, my fetters bînd me more. "O torment! O torment! A Worm compell'd! Am I a worm? 140 "Is it în strong deceit that man is born? În strong deceit "Thou dost restrain my fury that the worm may fold
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it în strong deceit that man is born? În strong deceit "Thou dost restrain my fury that the worm may fold the tree. "Avaunt, Cold hypocrite! I am chain'd, or thou couldst not use me thus. "The Man shall rage, bound with this chain, the worm în silence creep. "Thou wilt not cease from rage. Grey demon, silence all thy storms, 145 "Give me example of thy mildness. King of furious hail storms, "Art thou the cold attractive power that
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fury that the worm may fold the tree. "Avaunt, Cold hypocrite! I am chain'd, or thou couldst not use me thus. "The Man shall rage, bound with this chain, the worm în silence creep. "Thou wilt not cease from rage. Grey demon, silence all thy storms, 145 "Give me example of thy mildness. King of furious hail storms, "Art thou the cold attractive power that holds me în this chain? "I well remember how I stole thy light & it became
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