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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38416" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night the First</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If you account it Wisdom when you are angry to be silent and<br>Not shew it: I do not account that Wisdom but folly.<br>Every Man's Wisdom is peculiar ro his own Individuality.<br>Lo Satan, my youngest born, art thou not Prince of the Starry Hosts<br>And of the Wheels of Heaven, to turn the Mills day & night?<br>Art thou not Newton's Pantocrator weaving the the woof of Locke?<br>To Mortals the Mills seem every thing & the Harrow of Shaddai<br>A scheme of Human conduct invisible & incomprehensible.<br>Get to thy Labours at the Mills & leave me to my wrath.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah weak & wide astray: Ah shut in narrow doleful form<br>Creeping in reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground:<br>The Eye of Man a little narrow orb closd up & dark<br>Scarcely beholding the great light, conversing with the Void:<br>The Ear a little shell in small volutions shutting out<br>All melodies & comprehending only Discord & Harmony;<br>The Tongue a little moisture Fills, a little food it cloys,<br>A little sound it utters & its cries are fa;sely heard,<br>Then brings forth Moral Virtue the cruel Virgin Babylon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Can such an Eye judge of the stars? & looking thro its tubes<br>Measure the sunny rays that point their spears in Udanadan?<br>Can such an Ear filld with the vapours of the yawning pit<br>Judge of the pure melodious harp struck by a hand divine:<br>Can such closed Nostrils feel a joy? or tell of autumn fruits<br>When grapes & figs burst their covering to the joyful air?<br>Can such a Tongue boast of the living waters? or take in<br>Ought but the Vegetable Ratio & loathe the faint delight?<br>Can such gross Lips percieve? alas, folded within themselves<br>They touch not ought but pallid turn & tremble at every wind.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Satan flaming with Rintrah's fury hidden beneath his own mildness<br>Accus'd Palamabron before the Assembly of ingratitude: of malice:<br>He created Seven deadly Sins drawing out his infernal scroll<br>Of Moral laws and cruel punishments upon the clouds of Jehovah<br>To pervert the Divine voice in its entrance to the earth<br>With thunder of war & trumpets' sound, with armies of disease,<br>Punishments & deaths musterd & number'd; 'Saying I am God alone;<br>There is no other: let all obey my principles of moral individuality.<br>I have brough them from the uppermost innermost recesses<br>Of my Eternal Mind, transgressors I will rend off for ever,<br>As now I rend this accursed Family from my covering.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus Satan rag'd amidst the Assembly: and his bosom grew<br>Opake against the Divine Vision, the paved terraces of<br>His bosom inwards shone with fires, but the stones becoming opake<br>Hid him from sight, in an extreme blackness and darkness,<br>And there a World of deeper Ulrio was opend, in the midst<br>Of the Assembly. In Satan's bosom a vast unfathomable Abyss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Astonishment held the Assembly in an awful silence: and tears<br>Fell down as dews of night, & a loud solemn universal groan<br>Was utter'd from the east & from the west & from the south<br>And from the north; and Satan stood opake immeasurable<br>Covering the east with solid blackness, round his hidden heart<br>With thunders utterd from his hidden wheels: accusing loud<br>The Divine Mercy for protecting Palamabron in his tent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rintrah rear'd up walls of rocks and pourd rovers & moats<br>Of fire round the walls: columns of fire guard around<br>Between Satan and Palmabron in the terrible darkness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Satan not having the Science of Wrath, but only of Pity<br>Rent them asunder, and wrath was left to wrath, & pity to pity.<br>He sunk down a dreadful Death, unlike the slumbers of Beulah.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Sparation was terrible: the Dead was repos'd on his Couch<br>Beneath the Couch of Albion, on the seven mountains of Rome<br>In the whole place of the Covering Cherub, Rome, Babylon & Tyre.<br>His Spectre raging furious descended into its Space.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let the Bard himself witness. Where hadst thou this terrible Song?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bard replied: 'I am Inspired! I know it his Truth! for I Sing<br>According to the inspiration of Poetic Genius<br>Whos is the eternal all-protecting Divine Humanity<br>To whom he Glory & Power & Dominion Evermore Amen.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Milton rose up from the heavens of Albion ardorous!<br>The whole Assembly wept propgetic, seeing in Milton's face<br>And in his lineaments divine the Shades of Death & Ulro.<br>He took off the robe of the promise, & ungirded himself from the oath of God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Milton said, 'I go to Eternal Death! The Nations still<br>Follow after the destestable Gods of Priam; in pomp<br>Of warlike selfhood, contradicting and blaspheming.<br>When will the Resurrection come; ro deliver the sleeping body<br>From corruptibility; O when, Lord Jesus, wilt thou come?<br>Tarry no longer; for my soul lies at the gates of death.<br>I will arise and look forth for the morning of the grave.<br>I will go down to the sepulcher to see if morning breaks!<br>Lest the Last Judgement come & find me unannihilate<br>And I siez'd & giv'n into the hands of my own Selfhood.<br>The Lamb of God is seen thro' mists & shadows, hov'ring<br>Over the sepulchers in clouds of Jehovah & winds of Elohim,<br>A disk of blood distant, distant; & heav'ns & earths will roll dark between.<br>What do I here before the Judgement? without my Emanation?<br>With the daufgters of memory, & not with the daughters of inspiration?<br>I in my Selfhood am that Satan: I am that Evil One!<br>He is my Spectre! in my obedience to loose him from my Hells,<br>To claim the Hells, my Furnaces, I go to Eternal Death.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four Universes round the Mundane Egg remain Chaotic,<br>One to the North, named Urthona: One to the South, named Urizen:<br>One to the East, named Luvah: One to the West, named Tharmas.<br>They are the Four Zoa's that stood around the Throne Divine:<br>But when Luvah assum;d the World of Urizen to the South:<br>And Albion was slain upon his mountains, & in his tent:<br>All fell towards the Center in dire ruiin, sinking down.<br>And in the South remains a burning fire; in the East a void;<br>In the West, a world of raging waters; in the North a solid,<br>Unfathomable: without end. But in the midst of these<br>In built eternally the Universe of Los and Enitharmon:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Vala or The Four Zoas‎: Night the First</i><div class=q>
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