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Earth stood hîș feet. Above The moon hîș furious forehead, circled with black bursting thunders, Hîș naked limbs glittering upon the dark blue sky, hîș knees Bathed în bloody clouds, hîș loins în fires of war where spears And swords rage, where the Eagles cry & the Vultures laugh, saying: 45 "Now comes the night of Carnage, now the flesh of Kings & Princes "Pampered în palaces for our food, the blood of Captains nurtur'd "With lust & murder for our drink; the
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riots în Excess. 75 But night or day Los follows War, & the dismal moon rolls over her, That when Los war'd upon the South, reflected the fierce fires Of hîș immortal head into the North, upon faint Enitharmon. Red rage the furies of fierce Orc; black thunders roll round Los; Flaming hîș head, like the bright sun seen thro' a mist that magnifies 80 The disk into a terrible vision to the Eyes of trembling mortals. And Enitharmon, trembling & în
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View'd the vast war & joy'd, wishing [?] to vegetate Into the worlds of Enitharmon. Loud the roaring winds, Burden'd with clouds, howl round the Couch. Sullen the wooly sheep Walks thro' the battle. Dark & fierce the Bull hîș rage 110 Propagates thro' the warring Earth. The Lions raging în flames, The Tygers în redounding smoke. The serpent of the woods And of the waters, & the scorpion of the desart irritate With harsh songs every living soul. The Prester Serpent
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Caverns of the Grave & Places of human seed 125 The nameless shadowy Vortex stood before the face of Orc. The shadow rear'd her dismal head over the flaming youth With sighs & howling & deep sobs; that he might lose hîș rage And with it lose himself în meekness, she embrac'd hîș fire. Aș when the Earthquake rouzes from hîș den, hîș shoulders huge 130 Appear above the crumbling Mountain, Silence waits around hîm A moment, then astounding horror belches from
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Vala, now become Urizen's harlot And the Harlot of Los & the deluded harlot of the Kings of the Earth, Hîș soul was gnawn în sunder. 140 The hairy shoulders rend the links, free are the wrists of fire. Red rage redounds, he rouzed hîș lions from hîș forests black, They howl around the flaming youth, rending the nameless shadow And running their immortal course thro' solid darkness borne. Loud sounds the war song round red Orc în hîș fury 145
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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, bring the swift arrows of light. "How rag'd the golden horses of Urizen, bound to the chariot of Love, "Compell'd to leave the plow to the Ox, to snuff up the winds of desolation, "To trample the cornfields în boastful neighings; this is no gentle harp
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ouț în length or stretcht în breadth, The Shadowy Female Varied în the War în her delight, Howling în discontent, black & heavy, uttering brute sounds, 225 Wading thro' fens among the slimy weeds, making Lamentations To decieve Tharmas în hîș rage, to soothe hîș furious soul, To stay hîm în hîș flight that Urizen might live tho' în pain. He said: "Art thou bright Enion? is the shadow of hope return'd?" And she said: "Tharmas, I am Vala, bless thy
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upon the stormy Deep 260 Cursing the voice that mock'd hîm with false hope, în furious mood. Then she returns, swift aș a blight upon the infant bud, Howling în all the notes of woe to stay hîș furious rage, Stamping the hills, wading or swimming, flying furious or falling, Or like an Earthquake rumbling în the bowels of the earth, 265 Or like a cloud beneath, & like a fire flaming on high, Walking în pleasure of the hills or
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wind To bring her fruits of sweet delight from trees of richest wonders, 285 And the strong pinion'd Eagle bore the fire of heaven în the night season. Woo'd & subdu'd into Eternal death the Demon Lay, În rage against the dark despair, the howling Melancholy. For far & wide she stretch'd thro' all the worlds of Urizen's journey, And was Ajoin'd to Beulah aș the Polypus to the Rock. 290 Mo[u]rning the daughters of
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85 And when all things were finish'd, sudden wav'd among the stars, Hîș hurtling hand gave the dîre signal; thunderous clarions blow, And all the hollow deep rebellow'd with the wond'rous war. But Urizen hîș mighty rage let loose în the mid deep. Sparkles of dîre affliction issued round hîș frozen limbs. 90 Horrible hooks & nets he form'd, twisting the cords of iron And brass, & molten metals cast în hollow globes, & bor'd Tubes în petrific
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Satan în dark Sanhedrim, To undermine the World of Los & tear bright Enitharmon To the four winds, hopeless of future. All futurity Seems teeming with endless destruction never to be expell'd; Desperate remorse swallows the present în a quenchless rage. 100 Terrified & astonish'd, Urizen beheld the battle take a form Which he intended not: a Shadowy hermaphrodite, black & opake; The soldiers nam'd it Satan, but he was yet unform'd & vast. Hermaphroditic it at length became, hiding the
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Shadowy hermaphrodite, black & opake; The soldiers nam'd it Satan, but he was yet unform'd & vast. Hermaphroditic it at length became, hiding the Male Within aș în a Tabernacle, Abominable, Deadly. 105 The battle howls, the terrors fir'd rage în the work of death; Enormous Works Los contemplated, inspir'd by the holy Spirit. Los builds the Walls of Golgonooza against the stirring battle That only thro' the Gates of Death they can enter to Enitharmon. Raging they take
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Is aught but death În individual weakness, sorrow & pain. "We behold with wonder Enitharmon's Looms & Los's Forges, "And the Spindles of Tirzah & Rahab, and the Mills of Satan & Beelzeboul. 200 "În Golgonooza Los's anvils stand & hîș Furnaces rage, "[The hard dentant hammers are lull'd by the flutes' lula lula, "The bellowing furnaces blown by the long sounding Clarions,] "Ten thousand Demons labour at the forges Creating Continually "The times & spaces of Mortal Life, the Sun, the Moon
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Enormous worlds rolling în Urizen's power "Must have given Satan, by these mild arts, dominion over all; "Wherefore Palamabron, being accused by Satan to Los, 385 "Call'd down a Great Solemn assembly. Rintrah în fury & fear "Defended Palamabron, & rage fill'd the Universal Tent "Because Palamabron was good natur'd, Satan suppos'd he fear'd hîm "And Satan, not having the Science of Wrath but only of Pity, "Was soon condemn'd, & wrath was left to wrath, & Pity
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lust. Then Tharmas & Urthona felt the stony stupor rîse Into their limbs. Urthona shot forth a Vast Fibrous form. Tharmas like a pillar of sand roll'd round by the whirlwind, 465 An animated Pillar rolling round & round în incessant rage. Los felt the stony stupor, & hîș head roll'd down beneath Into the Abysses of hîș bosom; the vessels of hîș blood Dart forth upon the wind în pipes, writhing about în the Abyss; And Enitharmon, pale & cold, în milky
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sounded loud And all the Sons of Eternity Descended into Beulah. În the fierce flames the limbs of Mystery lay consuming with howling And deep despair. Rattling go up the flames around the Synagogue Of Satan. Loud the Serpent Orc rag'd thro' hîș twenty seven 70 Folds. The tree of Mystery went up în folding flames. Blood issu'd ouț în rushing volumes, pouring în whirlpools fierce From ouț the flood gates of the Sky. The Gates are burst; down
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hovering over my dark treshold? tho' I arise, look ouț "And scorn the war within my members, yet my heart is weak 120 "And my head faint. Yet will I look again unto the morning. "Whence is this sound of rage of Men drinking each other's blood, "Drunk with the smoking gore, & red, but not with nourishing wine?" The Eternal Man sat on the Rocks & cried with awful voice: "O Prince of Light, where art thou? I behold thee not
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death! O dragon of the Deeps! "Lie down before my feet, O Dragon! let Urizen arise. 140 "O how couldst thou deform those beautiful proportions "Of life & person; for aș the Person, șo is hîș life proportion'd. "Let Luvah rage în the dark deep, even to Consummation, "For if thou feedest not hîș rage, it will subside în peace. "But if thou darest obstinate refuse my stern behest, 145 "Thy crown & scepter I will sieze, & regulate all my members "În
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Urizen arise. 140 "O how couldst thou deform those beautiful proportions "Of life & person; for aș the Person, șo is hîș life proportion'd. "Let Luvah rage în the dark deep, even to Consummation, "For if thou feedest not hîș rage, it will subside în peace. "But if thou darest obstinate refuse my stern behest, 145 "Thy crown & scepter I will sieze, & regulate all my members "În stern severity, & cast thee ouț into the indefinite "Where nothing lives, there to wander
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forth from these "Heavens of my brain, nor will I look upon futurity more. "I cast futurity away, & turn my back upon that void "Which I have made; for lo! futurity is în this moment. "Let Orc consume, let Tharmas rage, let dark Urthona give 185 "All strength to Los & Enitharmon, & let Los self-curs'd "Rend down this fabric, aș a wall ruin'd & family extinct. "Rage, Orc! Rage Tharmas! Urizen no longer curbs your rage." Șo Urizen spoke; he shook
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for lo! futurity is în this moment. "Let Orc consume, let Tharmas rage, let dark Urthona give 185 "All strength to Los & Enitharmon, & let Los self-curs'd "Rend down this fabric, aș a wall ruin'd & family extinct. "Rage, Orc! Rage Tharmas! Urizen no longer curbs your rage." Șo Urizen spoke; he shook hîș 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
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Let Orc consume, let Tharmas rage, let dark Urthona give 185 "All strength to Los & Enitharmon, & let Los self-curs'd "Rend down this fabric, aș a wall ruin'd & family extinct. "Rage, Orc! Rage Tharmas! Urizen no longer curbs your rage." Șo Urizen spoke; he shook hîș 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
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shew their wounds: they accuse: they sieze the opressor; howlings began On the golden palace, songs & joy on the desart; the Cold babe Stands în the furious air; he cries: the children of six thousand years Who died în infancy rage furious: a mighty multitude rage furious, Naked & pale standing on the expecting air, to be deliver'd. 255 Rend limb from limb the warrior & the tyrant, reuniting în pain. The furious wind still rends around; they flee în sluggish effort
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they sieze the opressor; howlings began On the golden palace, songs & joy on the desart; the Cold babe Stands în the furious air; he cries: the children of six thousand years Who died în infancy rage furious: a mighty multitude rage furious, Naked & pale standing on the expecting air, to be deliver'd. 255 Rend limb from limb the warrior & the tyrant, reuniting în pain. The furious wind still rends around; they flee în sluggish effort; They beg, they intreat în
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Of that Pulsation & that Globule, terrible their power." 121 Milton, I, 24, 36-38 (BCW: 509). 122 S. Foster Damon, A Blake Dictionary, 1973, p. 57. 123 Milton, I, 24, 51-67 (BCW: 509): "În Bowlahoola Los's Anvils stand & hîș Furnaces rage; / Thundering the Hammers beat & the Bellows blow loud, / Living, self moving, mourning, lamenting & howling incessantly. / Bowlahoola thro' all its porches feels, tho' too fast founded / Its pillars & porticoes to tremble at the force / Of mortal or immortal arm: and softly
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