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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536907" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Book of Urizen: Chapter VIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1. Urizen explor'd his dens<br>Mountain, moor, & wilderness,<br>With a globe of fire lighting his journey<br>A fearful journey, annoy'd<br>By cruel enormities: forms <br>Of life on his forsaken mountains </div><div style="margin:10px 0">2. And his world teemd vast enormities<br>Frightning; faithless; fawning<br>Portions of life; similitudes<br>Of a foot, or a hand, or a head <br>Or a heart, or an eye, they swam mischevous<br>Dread terrors! delighting in blood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3. Most Urizen sicken'd to see<br>His eternal creations appear<br>Sons & daughters of sorrow on mountains <br>Weeping! wailing! first Thiriel appear'd<br>Astonish'd at his own existence<br>Like a man from a cloud born, & Utha<br>From the waters emerging, laments!<br>Grodna rent the deep earth howling <br>Amaz'd! his heavens immense cracks<br>Like the ground parch'd with heat; then Fuzon<br>Flam'd out! first begotten, last born.<br>All his eternal sons in like manner<br>His daughters from green herbs & cattle <br>From monsters, & worms of the pit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4. He in darkness clos'd, view'd all his race,<br>And his soul sicken'd! he curs'd<br>Both sons & daughters; for he saw<br>That no flesh nor spirit could keep <br>His iron laws one moment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">5. For he saw that life liv'd upon death<br>The Ox in the slaughter house moans <br>The Dog at the wintry door<br>And he wept, & he called it Pity<br>And his tears flowed down on the winds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">6. Cold he wander'd on high, over their cities <br>In weeping & pain & woe!<br>And where-ever he wanderd in sorrows<br>Upon the aged heavens<br>A cold shadow follow'd behind him<br>Like a spiders web, moist, cold, & dim <br>Drawing out from his sorrowing soul<br>The dungeon-like heaven dividing.<br>Where ever the footsteps of Urizen<br>Walk'd over the cities in sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">7. Till a Web dark & cold, throughout all <br>The tormented element stretch'd<br>From the sorrows of Urizens soul<br>And the Web is a Female in embrio<br>None could break the Web, no wings of fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">8. So twisted the cords, & so knotted <br>The meshes: twisted like to the human brain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9. And all calld it, The Net of Religion</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><div class=q>
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Mountain, moor, & wilderness,
With a globe of fire lighting his journey
A fearful journey, annoy'd
By cruel enormities: forms 
Of life on his forsaken mountains 

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