| 02 |
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Corrupability appears upon thy limbs. and never
more |
| 03 |
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Can I arise and leave thy side, but labour here
incessant |
| 04 |
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Till thy awaking! yet alas I shall forget
Eternity! |
| 05 |
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Against the Patriarchal pomp and cruelty. labouring
incessant |
| 06 |
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I shall become an Infant horror. Enion! Tharmas!
friends |
| 07 |
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Absorb me not in such dire grief: O Albion. my
brother! |
| 08 |
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Jerusalem hungers in the desert; affection to her
children! |
| 09 |
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The scorn'd and contemnd youthful girl, where shall
she fly? |
| 10 |
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Sussex shuts up her Villages. Hants, Devon & Wilts |
| 11 |
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Surrounded with masses of stone in orderd forms.
determine then |
| 12 |
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A form for Vala and a form for Luvah. here on the
Thames |
| 13 |
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Where the Victim nightly howls beneath the Druids
knife; |
| 14 |
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A Form of Vegetation, nail them down on the stems of
Mystery; |
| 15 |
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O when shall the Saxon return with the English his
redeemed brother! |
| 16 |
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O when shall the Lamb of God descend among the
Reprobate! |
| 17 |
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I woo to Amalek to protect my fugitives Amalek
trembles: |
| 18 |
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I call to Canaan & Moab in my night watches, they
mourn: |
| 19 |
n |
They listen not to my cry, they rejoce among their
warriors |
| 20 |
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Woden and Thor and Friga wholly consume my Saxons: |
| 21 |
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On their enormous Altars built in the terrible
north: |
| 22 |
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From Irelands rocks to Scandinavia Persia and
Tartary: |
| 23 |
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From the Atlantic Sea to the universal Erythrean. |
| 24 |
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Found ye London! enormous City! weeps thy River? |
| 25 |
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Upon his parent bosom lay thy little ones O Land |
| 26 |
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Forsaken. Surrey and Sussex are Enitharmons
Chamber. |
| 27 |
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Where I will build her a Couch of repose & my
pillars |
| 28 |
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Shall surround her in beautiful labyrinths:
Oothoon? |
| 29 |
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Where hides my child? in Oxford hidest thou with
Antamon? |
| 30 |
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In graceful hidings of error: in merciful deceit |
| 31 |
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Lest Hand the terrible destroy his Affection, thou
hidest her: |
| 32 |
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In chaste appearances for sweet deceits of love &
modesty |
| 33 |
|
Immingled, interwoven, glistening to the sickening
sight. |
| 34 |
|
Let Cambel and her Sisters sit within the Mundane
Shell: |
| 35 |
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Forming the fluctuating Globe according to their
will. |
| 36 |
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According as they weave the little embryon nerves &
veins |
| 37 |
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The Eye. the little Nostrils. & the delicate Tongue &
Ears |
| 38 |
|
Of labyrinthine intricacy: so shall they fold the
World |
| 39 |
|
That whatever is seen upon the Mundane Shell, the
same |
| 40 |
|
Be seen upon the Fluctuating Earth woven by the
Sisters. |
| 41 |
|
And sometimes the Earth shall roll in the Abyss &
sometimes |
| 42 |
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Stand in the Center & sometimes stretch flat in the
Expanse. |
| 43 |
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According to the will of the lovely Daughters of
Albion. |
| 44 |
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Sometimes it shall assimilate with mighty
Golgonooza: |
| 45 |
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Touching its summits: & sometimes divided roll
apart. |
| 46 |
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As a beautiful Veil so these Females shall fold &
unfold |
| 47 |
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According to their will the outside surface of the
Earth |
| 48 |
|
An outside shadowy Surface superadded to the real
Surface; |
| 49 |
|
Which is unchangeable for ever & ever Amen: so be
it! |
| 50 |
|
Separate Albions Sons gently from their Emanations |
| 51 |
|
Weaving bowers of delight on the current of infant
Thames |
| 52 |
|
Where the old Parent still retains his youth as I
alas! |
| 53 |
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Retain my youth eight thousand and five hundred
years. |
| 54 |
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The labourer of ages in the Valleys of Despair; |
| 55 |
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The land is markd for desolation & unless we plant |
| 56 |
|
The seeds of Cities & of Villages in the Human
bosom |
| 57 |
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Albion must be a rock of blood: mark ye the points |
| 58 |
|
Where Cities shall remain & where Villages for the
rest: |
| 59 |
|
It must lie in confusion till Albions time of
awaking. |
| 60 |
|
Place the Tribes of Llewellyn in America for a hiding
place! |
| 61 |
|
Till sweet Jerusalem emanates again into Eternity |
| 62 |
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The night falls thick: I go upon my watch: be
attentive: |
| 63 |
|
The Sons of Albion go forth; I follow from my
Furnaces: |
| 64 |
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That they return no more: that a place be prepard on
Euphrates |
| 65 |
|
Listen to your Watchmans voice: sleep not before the
Furnaces |
| 66 |
|
Eternal Death stands at the door, O God pity our
labours. |