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.EUR14.36; E66| Then every one fled to his station, & Enitharmon wept.EUR14.37; E66| But terrible Orc, when he beheld the morning in the east,EUR15.1; E66| Shot from the heights of Enitharmon;EUR15.2; E66| And in the vineyards of red France appear'd the light of his fury.EUR15.3; E66| The sun glow'd fiery red!EUR15.4; E66| The furious terrors flew around!EUR15.5; E66| On golden chariots raging, with red wheels dropping with blood;EUR15.6; E66| The Lions lash their wrathful tails!EUR15.7; E66| The Tigers couch upon the prey & suck the ruddy tide:EUR15.8; E66| And Enitharmon groans & cries in anguish and dismay.EUR15.9; E66| Then Los arose his head he reard in snaky thunders clad:EUR15.10; E66| And with a cry that shook all nature to the utmost pole,EUR15.11; E66| Call'd all his sons to the strife of blood.EUR15.12; E66| FINIS t192Title; E67| THE SONG of LOSSongLOScolophon; E67| LAMBETH Printed by W Blake 1795SongLOS3.1; E67| AFRICASongLOS3.2; E67| I will sing you a song of Los.the Eternal Prophet:SongLOS3.3; E67| He sung it to four harps at the tables of Eternity.SongLOS3.4; E67| In heart-formed Africa.SongLOS3.5; E67| Urizen faded! Ariston shudderd!SongLOS3.6; E67| And thus the Song beganSongLOS3.7; E67| Adam stood in the garden of Eden:SongLOS3.8; E67| And Noah on the mountains of Ararat;SongLOS3.9; E67| They saw Urizen give his Laws to the NationsSongLOS3.10; E67| By the hands of the children of Los.SongLOS3.11; E67| Adam shudderd! Noah faded! black grew the sunny AfricanSongLOS3.12; E67| When Rintrah gave Abstract Philosophy to Brama in the East:SongLOS3.13; E67| (Night spoke to the Cloud!SongLOS3.14; E67| Lo these Human form'd spirits in smiling hipocrisy.WarSongLOS3.15; E67| Against one another; so let them War on; slaves to the eternal Elements)SongLOS3.16; E67| Noah shrunk, beneath the waters;SongLOS3.17; E67| Abram fled in fires from Chaldea;SongLOS3.18; E67| Moses beheld upon Mount Sinai forms of dark delusion:SongLOS3.19; E67| To Trismegistus.Palamabron gave an abstract Law:SongLOS3.20; E67| To Pythagoras Socrates & Plato.SongLOS3.21; E67| Times rolled on o'er all the sons of Har, time after timeSongLOS3.22; E67| Orc on Mount Atlas howld, chain'd down with the Chain of JealousySongLOS3.23; E67| Then Oothoon hoverd over Judah & JerusalemSongLOS3.24; E67| And Jesus heard her voice (a man of sorrows) he recievdSongLOS3.25; E67| A Gospel from wretched Theotormon.SongLOS3.26; E67| The human race began to wither, for the healthy builtSongLOS3.27; E67| Secluded places, fearing the joys of LoveSongLOS3.28; E67| And the disease'd only propagated:SongLOS3.29; E67| So Antamon call'd up Leutha from her valleys of delight:SongLOS3.30; E67| And to Mahomet a loose Bible gave.SongLOS3.31; E67| But in the North, to Odin, Sotha gave a Code of War, SongLOS3.32; E67| Because of Diralada thinking to reclaim his joy.SongLOS4.1; E67| These were the Churches: Hospitals: Castles: Palaces:SongLOS4.2; E67| Like nets & gins & traps to catch the joys of EternitySongLOS4.3; E67| And all the rest a desart;SongLOS4.4; E67| Till like a dream Eternity was obliterated & erased.SongLOS4.5; E68| Since that dread day when Har and Heva fled.SongLOS4.6; E68| Because their brethren & sisters liv'd in War & Lust;SongLOS4.7; E68| And as they fled they shrunkSongLOS4.8; E68| Into two narrow doleful forms:SongLOS4.9; E68| Creeping in reptile flesh uponSongLOS4.10; E68| The bosom of the ground:SongLOS4.11; E68| And all the vast of Nature shrunkSongLOS4.12; E68| Before their shrunken eyes.SongLOS4.13; E68| Thus the terrible race of Los & Enitharmon gaveSongLOS4.14; E68| Laws & Religions to the sons of Har binding them moreSongLOS4.15; E68| And more to Earth: closing and restraining:SongLOS4.16; E68| Till a Philosophy of Five Senses was completeSongLOS4.17; E68| Urizen wept & gave it into the hands of Newton & LockeSongLOS4.18; E68| Clouds roll heavy upon the Alps round Rousseau & Voltaire:SongLOS4.19; E68| And on the mountains of Lebanon round the deceased GodsSongLOS4.20; E68| Of Asia; & on the desarts of Africa round the Fallen AngelsSongLOS4.21; E68| The Guardian Prince of Albion burns in his nightly tentSongLOS6; E68| ASIASongLOS6.2; E68| The Kings of Asia heardSongLOS6.3; E68| The howl rise up from Europe!SongLOS6.4; E68| And each ran out from his Web;SongLOS6.5; E68| From his ancient woven Den;SongLOS6.6; E68| For the darkness of Asia was startledSongLOS6.7; E68| At the thick-flaming, thought-creating fires of Orc.SongLOS6.8; E68| And the Kings of Asia stoodSongLOS6.9; E68| And cried in bitterness of soul.SongLOS6.10; E68| Shall not the King call for Famine from the heath?SongLOS6.11; E68| Nor the Priest, for Pestilence from the fen? SongLOS6.12; E68| To restrain! to dismay! to thin!SongLOS6.13; E68| The inhabitants of mountain and plain;SongLOS6.14; E68| In the day, of full-feeding prosperity;SongLOS6.15; E68| And the night of delicious songs.SongLOS6.16; E68| Shall not the Councellor throw his curbSongLOS6.17; E68| Of Poverty on the laborious?SongLOS6.18; E68| To fix the price of labour;SongLOS6.19; E68| To invent allegoric riches:SongLOS6.20; E68| And the privy admonishers of menSongLOS6.21; E68| Call for fires in the CitySongLOS6.22; E68| For heaps of smoking ruins,SongLOS6.23; E68| In the night of prosperity & wantonnessSongLOS6.24; E69| To turn man from his path,SongLOS6.25; E69| To restrain the child from the womb,SongLOS7.1; E69| To cut off the bread from the city,SongLOS7.2; E69| That the remnant may learn to obey.SongLOS7.3; E69| That the pride of the heart may fail;SongLOS7.4; E69| That the lust of the eyes may be quench'd:SongLOS7.5; E69| That the delicate ear in its infancySongLOS7.6; E69| May be dull'd; and the nostrils clos'd up;SongLOS7.7; E69| To teach mortal worms the pathSongLOS7.8; E69| That leads from the gates of the Grave.SongLOS7.9; E69| Urizen heard them cry!SongLOS7.10; E69| And his shudd'ring waving wingsSongLOS7.11; E69| Went enormous above the red flamesSongLOS7.12; E69| Drawing clouds of despair thro' the heavensSongLOS7 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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