 section 1 of Milton this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Brian Russell Graham Milton by William Blake section 1 Milton a poem in two books the author and printer William Blake 1804 to justify the ways of God to men written and etched 1804 to 1808 preface the stolen and perverted writings of Homer and Ovid of Plato and Cicero which all men ought to condemn are set up by artifice against the sublime of the Bible but when the new age is at leisure to pronounce all will be set right and those grand works of the more ancient unconsciously and professedly inspired men will hold their proper rank and the daughters of memory shall become the daughters of inspiration Shakespeare and Milton were both curbed by the general malady and infection from the silly Greek and Latin slaves of the sword rouse up oh young men of the new age set your forads against the ignorant harlings for we have harlings in the camp the court and the university who would if they could forever depress mental and prolonged corporeal war painters on you I call sculptors architects suffer not the fashionable fools to depress your powers by the prices they pretend to give for contemptible works or the expensive advertising boasts that they make of such works believe Christ and his apostles that there is a class of men whose whole delight is in destroying we do not want either Greek or Roman models if we are but just and true to our own imaginations those worlds of eternity in which we shall live forever in Jesus our Lord and did those feet in ancient time walk upon England's mountains green and was the Holy Lamb of God on England's pleasant pastures seen and did the countenance divine shine forth upon our clouded hills and was Jerusalem build here among these dark satanic mills bring me my bow of burning gold bring me my arrows of desire bring me my spear oh clouds unfold bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental fight nor shall the sword sleep in my hand till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land would to God that all the Lord's people were prophets numbers 11th chapter 29th verse Milton book the first daughters of Bueller muses who inspire the poet's song record the journey of immortal Milton through your realms of terror and mild moony luster and soft sexual delusions of varied beauty to delight the wanderer and repose his burning thirst and freezing hunger come into my hand by your mild power descending down the nerves of my right arm from out the portals of my brain whereby your ministry the eternal great humanity divine planted his paradise and in it caused the spectres of the dead to take sweet forms in likeness of himself tell also of the false tongue vegetated beneath your land of shadows of its sacrifices and its offerings even till Jesus the image of the invisible God became its prey a curse an offering and an atonement for death eternal in the heavens of Albion and before the gates of Jerusalem his emanation in the heavens beneath Bueller say first what moved Milton who walked about in eternity 100 years pondering the intricate mazes of Providence unhappy though in heaven he obeyed he murmured not he was silent viewing his sixfold emanation scattered through the deep entombed to go into the deep her to redeem and himself to perish what cause at length moved Milton to this unexampled deed a Bard's prophetic song for sitting at eternal tables terrific among the sons of Albion in chorus Solomon loud a Bard broke forth all sat attentive to the awful man Mark well my words they are of your eternal salvation three classes are created by the hammer of Loose and woven by in a Thamon's looms when Albion was slain upon his mountains and in his tent through envy of living form even of the divine vision under the sports of wisdom in the human imagination which is the divine body of the Lord Jesus blessed forever Mark well my words they are of your eternal salvation your eyes and lay in darkness and solitude in chains of the mind locked up Loose seized his hammer and tongs he laboured at his resolute anvil among indefinite druid rocks and snows of doubt and reasoning refusing all definite form the abstract horror roofed stony hard and a first age passed over and a state of dismal woe down sunk with fright a red round globe hot burning deep deep down into the abyss panting conglobing trembling and a second age passed over and a state of dismal woe rolling round into two little orbs and closed in two little caves the eyes beheld the abyss less bones of solidness freeze it over and a third age passed over and a state of dismal woe from beneath his orbs of vision two ears in close solutions shot sparring out in the deep darkness and petrified as they grew and a fourth age passed over and a state of dismal woe hanging upon the wind two nostrils bent down into the deep and a fifth age passed over and a state of dismal woe in ghastly torment sick a tongue of hunger and thirst flamed out and a sixth age passed over and a state of dismal woe enraged and stifled without and within in terror and woe he threw his right arm to the north his left arm to the south and his feet stamped the nether abyss in trembling and howling and dismay and a seventh age passed over and a state of dismal woe terrified low stood in the abyss and his mortal limbs grew deadly pale he became what he beheld for a red round globe sunk down from his bosom into the deep in pangs he hovered over it trembling and weeping suspended it shook the nether abyss in trembling he wept over it he cherished it in deadly sickening pain till separated into a female pale as the cloud that brings the snow all the while from his back a blue fluid exuded in sinews hardening in the abyss till separated into a male form howling in jealousy within laboring beholding without from particulars to generals subduing his spectre they builded the looms of generation they build a great golganusa times on times ages on ages first oak was born then the shadowy female then all lost his family at last in a Thamon brought forth Satan refusing form in vain the miller of eternity made subservient to the great harvest that he may go to his own place prince of the starry wheels beneath the plow of rentra and the harrow of the almighty in the hands of palomabron where the starry mills of satan are built beneath the earth and waters of the mundane shell here the three classes of men take their sexual texture woven the sexual is threefold the human is fourfold if you account at wisdom when you are angry to be silent and not to show it I do not account that wisdom but folly every man's wisdom is peculiar to his own individuality oh Satan my youngest born art thou not prince of the starry hosts and of the wheels of heaven to turn the mills day and night art thou not newtons pantocrater weaving the wolf of lock to mortals my mills seem everything and the harrow of shaddai a scheme of human conduct invisible and incomprehensible get to thy labours at the mills and leave me to my wrath Satan was going to reply but loce rolled his loud thunders anger me not I can't not drive the harrow in pity's path thy work is eternal death with mills and ovens and cauldrons trouble me no more I can't not have eternal life so lo spoke Satan trembling obeyed weeping along the way mark well my words they were of your eternal salvation between South Malton Street and Stratford place Calvary's foot where the victims were preparing for sacrifice their cherubim around their loins poured forth the arrows and the bosoms beam with all colors of precious stones and their inmost palaces resounded with preparation of animals wild and tame mark well my words corporeal friends are spiritual enemies mocking druidical mathematical proportion of length bred height displaying naked beauty with flute and harp and song Palomabron with the fiery harrow in morning returning from breathing fields Satan fainted beneath the artillery Christ took on sin and the virgins womb and put it off on the cross all pitied the piteous and was wrath with the wrathful and loce heard it and this is the manner of the daughters of Albion in their beauty everyone is threefold and head and heart and reins and everyone has three gates into the three heavens of Bula which shine translucent in their foreheads and their bosoms and their loins surrounded with fires unapproachable but whom they please they take up into their heavens in intoxicating delight for the elect cannot be redeemed but created continually by offering and atonement in the cruelties of moral law hence the three classes of men take their fixed destinations they are the two countries and the reasoning negative while the females prepare the victims the males at furnaces and anvils dance the dance of tears and pain loud lightning slash on their limbs as they turn the will winds loose upon the furnaces lamenting around the anvils and this their song ah weak and wide astray ah shut and narrow doleful form creeping and reptile flesh upon the bosom of the ground the eye of man is a little narrow orb closed up and dark scarcely beholding the great light conversing with the void the ear a little shell in small volutions shutting out all melodies and comprehending only discord and harmony the tongue a little moisture fills a little food it glories a little sound it utters and its cries are faintly heard then brings forth moral virtue the cruel virgin Babylon can such an eye judge of the stars and looking through its tubes measure the sunny rays that point their spears on euda maiden can such an ear filled with the vapours of the yawning pit judge of the pure melodious harp struck by a hand divine can such close nostrils feel a joy or tale of autumn fruits when grapes and figs bust their covering to the joyful air can such a tongue boast of the living waters or taken alt but the vegetable ratio and load the faint delight can such gross lips perceive alas folded within themselves they touch not ought but pallid turn and tremble at every wind thus they sing creating the three classes among druid rocks Charles calls on Milton for atonement Cromwell is ready James calls for fires and Golganusa for heaps of smoking ruins in the night of prosperity and wantonness which he himself created among the daughters of Albion among the rocks of the druids when Satan fainted beneath the arrows of Elinitria and mathematic proportion was subdued by living proportion from Golganusa the spiritual fourfold London eternal in immense labours and sorrows ever building ever falling through Albion's four forests which overspread all the earth from London stone to black heath east to hounds low west to Finchley north to Norwood south and the weights of Inithamon's loom play lulling cadences on the winds of Albion from Caithness in the north to Lizard Point and Dover in the south loud sounds the hammer of Lose and loud his bellows as heard before London to Hampstead's breads and Highgate's Heights to Stratford and Old Bow and across to the gardens of Kensington on Tyburn's Brook loud groans Thames beneath the iron forge of Rintra and Palomabron of Theatorm and Bromian to forge the instruments of harvest the plough and Harrow to pass over the nations the Surrey Hills glow like the clinkers of the furnace lambeth's veil where Jerusalem's foundations began where there were laden ruins where there were laden ruins from every nation and oak groves rooted dark gleams before the furnace mouth a heap of burning ashes when shall Jerusalem return and overspread all the nations return return to lambeth's veil O building of human souls thence stony druid temples overspread the island white and thence from Jerusalem's ruins from her walls of salvation and praise through the whole earth were reared from Ireland to Mexico and Peru west and east to China and Japan till Babel the specter of Albion frowned over the nations in glory and war all things begin and end in Albion's ancient druid rocky shore but now the starry heavens are fled from the mighty limbs of Albion loud sounds the hammer of Lose loud turn the wheels of anatharmon her looms vibrate with soft affections weaving the web of life out from the ashes of the dead Lose lifts his iron ladles with molten ore he heaves the iron cliffs in his rattling chains from Hyde Park to the arms houses of my land and old bow here the three classes of mortal men take their fixed destinations and hence they overspread the nations of the whole earth and hence the web of life as woven and the tender seniors of life created and the three classes of men regulated by Lose's hammers and woven by anatharmon's looms and spun beneath the spindle of teaser the first the elect from before the foundation of the world the second the redeemed the third the reprobate and formed to destruction from the mother's womb the reprobate of the first who follow with me my plow of the first class was Satan with incomparable mildness his primitive tyrannical attempts on Lose with most endearing love he soft and treated Lose to give to him Palomabron station for Palomabron returned with labor wearied every evening Palomabron oft refused and as often Satan offered his service till by repeated offers and repeated in treaties Lose gave to him the Harrow of the Almighty alas blamable Palomabron feared to be angry lest Satan should accuse him of ingratitude and Lose believed the accusation through Satan's extreme mildness Satan labored all day it was a thousand years and the evening returning terrified over labored and astonished embraced soft with the brothers tears Palomabron who also wept mark well my words they're of your eternal salvation next morning Palomabron rose the horses of the Harrow were maddened with tormenting fury and the servants of the Harrow the gnomes accused Satan with indignation fury and fire then Palomabron reddening like the moon and an eclipse spoke saying you know Satan's mildness and his self imposition seeming a brother being a tyrant even thinking himself a brother while he is murdering the just prophetic I behold his future course through darkness and despair to eternal death but we must not be tyrants also he has assumed my place for one whole day under pretence of pity and love to me my horses have been maddened and my fellow servants injured how should he he know the duties of another oh foolish forbearance would I had told Lose all my heart but patience oh my friends all may be well silent remain while I call Lose and Satan loud as the wind of Bueller that unroots the rocks and hills Palomabron called and Lose and Satan came before him and Palomabron showed the horses and the servants Satan wept and mildly cursing Palomabron him accused of crimes himself had wrought Lose trembled Satan's blandishments almost persuaded the prophet of eternity that Palomabron was Satan's enemy and that the gnomes being Palomabron's friends were leagueed together against Satan through ancient enmity what could Lose do how could he judge when Satan's self believed that he had not oppressed the horses of the Harrow nor the servants so Lose said henceforth Palomabron let each his own station keep nor in pity false nor in officious brotherhood when none needs be active meantime Palomabron's horses raged with thick flames redundant and the Harrow maddened with fury trembling Palomabron stood the strongest of demons trembled curbing his living creatures many of the strongest gnomes they bit in their wild fury who also maddened like wildest beasts mark well my words they are of your eternal salvation end of section 1 section 2 of Milton this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer visit LibriVox.org recording by Brian Russell Graham Milton by William Blake section 2 meanwhile wept Satan before Lose accusing Palomabron himself exculpating with mildest speech for himself believed that he had not oppressed nor injured the refactory servants but Satan returning to his mills for Palomabron had served the mills of Satan as the easier task found all confusion and back returned to Lose not filled with vengeance but with tears himself convinced of Palomabron's turpitude Lose beheld the servants of the mills drunken with wine and dancing wild with shouts and Palomabron songs rending the forests green with echoing confusion though the sun was risen on high then Lose took off his left sandal placing it on his head signal of solemn mourning when the servants of the mills beheld the signal they in silence stood though drunk with wine Lose wept but Rintra also came and then a Tharmon on his arm leaned tremblingly observing all these things and Lose said ye geni of the mills the sun is on high your labors called you Palomabron is also in sad dilemma his horses are mad his harrow confounded his companions enraged mine is the fault I should have remembered that pity divides the soul and man unmans follow with me my plow this mournful day must be a blank in nature follow with me and tomorrow again resume your labors and this day shall be a mournful day wildly they followed Lose and Rintra and the mills were silent they mourned all day this mournful day of Satan and Palomabron and all the elect and all the redeemed mourned one toward another upon the mountains of Albion among the cliffs of the dead they plowed in tears incessant poured Jehovah's rain and molex thick fires contending with the rain thundered above rolling terrible over their heads Satan wept over Palomabron Theatomon and Bromian contended on the side of Satan pitying his youth and beauty trembling at eternal death Michael contended against Satan in the rolling thunder Thullo the friend of Satan also reproved him think their reproof but Rintra who is of the reprobate of those formed to destruction in indignation for Satan's soft assimilation of friendship flamed above all the plowed furrows angry red and furious till Michael sat down in the furrow weary dissolved in tears Satan who drove the team beside him stood angry and red he smoked Thullo and slew him and he stood terrible over Michael urging him to arise he wept and the Thamon saw his tears but Lose hid Thullo from her sight lest she should die of grief she wept she trembled she kissed Satan she wept over Michael she formed a space for Satan and Michael and for the poor infected trembling she wept over the space and closed it with a tender moon low secret beard Thullo weeping disconsolate over the moony space but Palomabron called down a great solemn assembly that he who will not defend truth may be compelled to defend a lie that he may be snared and caught and taken and all Eden descended into Palomabron's tent among Albion's druids and bards in the caves beneath Albion's death couch in the caverns of death in the corner of the Atlantic and in the midst of the great assembly Palomabron prayed oh God protect me from my friends that they have not power over me thou has given me power to protect myself from my bitterest enemies mark well my words they are of your eternal salvation then rose the two witnesses Rintra and Palomabron and Palomabron appealed to all Eden and received judgment and low it fell on Rintra and his rage which now flamed high and furious in Satan against Palomabron till it became a proverb in Eden Satan is among the reprobate Loess and his wrath cursed heaven and earth he rent up nations standing on Albion's rocks among high reared druid temples which reached the stars of heaven and stretch from pole to pole he displaced continents the oceans fled before his face he altered the poles of the world east western north and south but he closed up in a Tharmon from the site of all these things for Satan flaming with Rintra's fury hidden beneath his own madness accused Palomabron before the assembly of ingratitude of malice he created seven deadly sins drawing out his infernal scroll of moral laws and cruel punishments upon the clouds of Jehovah to pervert the divine voice in its entrance to the earth with thunder of war and trumpets sound with armies of disease punishments and deaths mustard and numbered saying I am God alone there is no other let all obey my principles of moral individuality I have brought them from the uppermost innermost recesses of my eternal mind transgressors I will rend off forever as now I rend this accursed family from my covering thus Satan raged amidst the assembly and as bosom grew opaque against the divine vision the paved terraces of his bosom in would shone with fires but the stones becoming opaque hit him from sight in an extreme blackness and darkness and there a world of deeper aura was opened in the midst of the assembly in Satan's bosom a vast unfathomable abyss astonishment held the assembly in an awful silence and tears fell down as Jews of night and a loud solemn universal groan was uttered from the east and from the west and from the south and from the north and Satan stood opaque immeasurable covering the east with solid blackness round his hidden heart with thunder zattered from his hidden wheels accusing loud the divine mercy for protecting Palomabron in his tent Rintra reared up walls of rocks and poured rivers and moats of fire round the walls columns of fire guard around between Satan and Palomabron in the terrible darkness and Satan not having the science of wrath but only of pity rent them asunder and wrath was left to wrath and pity to pity he sunk down a dreadful death unlike the slumbers of Bula the separation was terrible the dead was reposed on his couch beneath the couch of Albion on the seven mountains of Rome and the whole place of the covering cherub Rome Babylon and Tyre his specter raging furious descended into its space then Lose and then a Thamon knew that Satan as you rise and drawn down by Orc and the shadowy female into generation often a Thamon entered weeping into the space there appearing an aged woman raving along the streets the space is named Canaan then she returned to Lose weary frighted as from dreams the nature of a female space is this it shrinks the organs of life till they become finite and itself seems infinite and Satan vibrated in the amenity of the space limited to those without but infinite to those within it fell down and became Canaan closing Lose for maternity in Albion's cliffs a mighty fiend against the divine humanity mustering to war Satan I'll me is gone to his own place said Lose they're God I will not worship in their churches nor king in their theaters Ellenitria whence is this jealousy running along the mountains British woman were not jealous when Greek and Roman were jealous everything in eternity shines by its own internal light but thou darkenest every internal light with the arrows of thy quiver bound up in the horns of jealousy to a deadly fading moon and Ocala Thron binds the sun into a jealous globe that everything is fixed opaque without internal light so Lose lamented over Satan who triumphant divided the nations he set his face against Jerusalem to destroy the eon of Albion but Lose hid on a Thamon from the sight of all these things upon the Thames whose lulling harmony reposed her soul where Bula lovely terminates in rocky Albion terminating in High Park on Tyrone's awful brook and the mills of Satan were separated into a moony space among the rocks of Albion's temples and Satan's druid sons offer the human victims throughout all the earth and Albion's dread tomb immortal on his rock overshadowed the whole earth where Satan making to himself Lose from his own identity compelled others to serve him in moral gratitude and submission being called God setting himself above all that is called God and all the specters of the dead calling themselves sons of God in his synagogues worship Satan under the unutterable name and it was inquired why in a great solemn assembly the innocent should be condemned for the guilty then an eternal rose saying if the guilty should be condemned he must be an eternal death and one must die for another throughout all eternity Satan has fallen from his station and never can be redeemed but must be new created continually moment by moment and therefore the class of Satan shall be called the elect and those of Rintra the reprobate and those of Palomabron the redeemed for he is redeemed from Satan's law the wrath falling on Rintra and therefore Palomabron dared not to call a solemn assembly till Satan had assumed Rintra's wrath in the day of mourning in a feminine delusion of false pride self-deceived so speak the eternal and confirmed it with a thunderous oath but when Luetta a daughter of Bueller beheld Satan's condemnation she down descended into the midst of the great solemn assembly offering herself a ransom for Satan taking on her his sin mark well my words they're of your eternal salvation and Luetta stood glowing with varying colors immortal heart piercing and lovely and her moth like elegance shone over the assembly at length standing upon the golden floor of Palomabron she spoke I am the author of this sin by my suggestion my parent power Satan has committed this transgression I loved Palomabron and I sought to approach his tent but beautiful Elinitria with her silver arrows repelled me for her light is terrible to me I fade before her immortal beauty aware forward of the dragon form fourth issue from my limbs to seize her newborn son army the wretched Luetta this to prevent entering the doors of Satan's brain night after night like sweet perfumes I stupefied the masculine perceptions and kept only the feminine awake hence rose his soft delusory love to Palomabron admiration joined with envy cupidity unconquerable my fault when at noon of day the horses of Palomabron called for rest and pleasant death I sprang out of the breast of Satan over the harrow beaming in all my beauty but I might unloose the flaming steeds as Elinitria used to do but too well those living creatures knew this I was not Elinitria and they break the traces but me the servants of the harrow saw not but as a bow of varying colors on the hills terribly rage the horses Satan astonished and with power above his control compelled the gnomes to curb the horses and to throw banks of sand around the fiery flaming harrow in labyrinthine forms and brooks between to intersect the meadows in their course the harrow cast thick flames Jehovah thundered above chaos an ancient night fled from beneath the fiery harrow the harrow cast thick flames and orb does round in concave fires a hell of our own making see its flames still gird me round Jehovah thundered above Satan in pride of heart drove the fierce harrow among the constellations of Jehovah drawing a third part in the fires a stubble north and south to devour Albion and Jerusalem the emanation of Albion driving the harrow in pity's paths to us then with our dark fires which now gird round us a eternal torment i formed the serpent of pressure stones and gold turned poisons on the sultry wastes the gnomes in all that day spared not they cursed satan bitterly to do unkind things in kindness with power armed to say the most irritating things in the midst of tears and love these are the stings of the serpent thus did we by them till thus they in return retaliated and the living creatures maddened the gnomes labored i weeping hidden satans in most brain but when the gnomes refused to labor more with blandishments i came forth from the head of satan back the gnomes recoiled and called me sin and for a sign potentious held me soon day sunk and palomabron returned trembling ahead myself and satan's in most palace of his nervous fine wrought brain for illinitry i met satan with all her singing woman terrific in their joy and pouring wine of wildest power they gave satan their wine indignant at the burning wrath wild with prophetic fury his former life became like a dream clothed in the serpent's folds in selfish holiness demanding purity being most impure self-condemned to eternal tears he drove me from his inmost brain and the doors closed with thunder's sound our divine vision who did create the female to repose the sleepers of beuler pity the repentant louetha my sick couch bears the dark shades of eternal death enfolding the specter of satan he furious refuses to repose and sleep i humbly bow and all my sin before the throne divine not so the sick one alas what shall be done him to restore who calls the individual law holy and despises the saviour glorying to involve albion's body and fires of eternal war now leotha ceased tears flowed but the divine pity supported her all is my fault we are the specter of louver the murderer of albion oh vala oh louver oh albion oh lovely jerusalem the sin was begun in eternity and will not rest to eternity till two eternities meet together ah lost lost lost forever so leotha spoke but when she saw that anatharmon had created a new space to protect satan from punishment she fled to anatharmon's tent and hid herself loud raging thundered the assembly dark and clouded and they ratified the kind decision of anatharmon and gave a time to the space even six thousand years and sent lucifer for its guard but lucifer refused to die and in priority for sukkah's charge and the elected molek and when molek was impatient the divine hand found the two limits first of opacity then of contraction opacity was named satan contraction was named adam triple elahem came elahem wearied fainted the elected shaddai shaddai angry peyhad descended peyhad terrified they sent johova and johova was leprous loud he called stretching his hand to eternity for then the body of death was perfected in hypocritic holiness around the lamb a female tabernacle woven in cathedron's looms he died as a reprobate he was punished as a transgressor glory glory glory to the holy lamb of god i touched the heavens as an instrument to glorify the lord the elect shall meet the redeemed on albion's rocks they shall meet astonished at the transgressor in him beholding the saviour and the elect shall say to the redeemed we behold it is of divine mercy alone of free gift and election that we live our virtues and cruel goodnesses have deserved eternal death thus they weep upon the fatal brook of albion's river but elanitria met louetha in the place where she was hidden and threw aside her arrows and laid down her sounding bow she soothed her with soft words and brought her to palomabron's bed in moments new created for delusion interwoven round about in dreams she bore the shadowy specter of sleep and named him death in dreams she bore rahab the mother of teaser and her sisters in lambeth's veils in cambridge and in oxford places of thought intricate labyrinths of times and spaces unknown that louetha lived in palomabron's tent and uthun was her charming guard the bard ceased all considered and a loud resounding murmur continued round the halls and much they questioned the immortal loud voiced bard and many condemned the high tone song saying pity and love are too venerable for the imputation of guilt others said if it is true if the acts have been performed let the bard himself witness where had styled this terrible song the bard replied i am inspired i notice truth for i sing according to the inspiration of the poetic genius who is the eternal all-protecting divine humanity to whom be glory and power and dominion evermore amen end of section 2 section 3 of milton this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by brian russell graham milton by william blake section 3 then there was murmuring in the heavens of albion concerning generation and the vegetative power and concerning the lamb the savior albion trembled to italy greece and egypt to tartary in hindustan and china and to great america shaking the roots and fast foundations of the earth in doubtfulness the loud voice barred terrified took refuge in milton's bosom then milton rose up from the heavens of albion arduous the whole assembly wept prophetic seeing in milton's face and in his lineaments divine the shades of death and all row he took off the robe of the promise and unguarded himself from the oath of god and milton said i go to eternal death the nation still follow after the detestable gods of priam in pomp of warlike selfhood contradicting and blaspheming when will the resurrection come to deliver the sleeping body from corruptibility oh when lord jesus wilt thou come tarry no longer for my soul lies at the gates of death i will arise and look forth for the morning of the grave i will go down to the sepulchre to see if morning breaks i will go down to self-annihilation and eternal death lest the last judgment come and find me unannihilate and i be seized and given into the hands of my own selfhood the lamb of god is seen through mists and shadows hovering over the sepulchres in clouds of johova and winds of ilahim a disc of blood distant and heavens and earth's roll dark between what do i hear before the judgment without my emanation with the daughters of memory and not with the daughters of inspiration i am my selfhood am that satan i am that evil one he is my specter in my obedience to loose him from my hells to claim the hells my furnaces i go to eternal death and milton said i go to eternal death eternity shuddered for he took the outside course among the graves of the dead a mournful shade eternity shuddered at the image of eternal death then on the verge of bulla he beheld his own shadow a mournful form double hemaphroditic male and female in one wonderful body and he entered into it in direful pain for the dread shadow twenty-seven fold reached to the depths of direst hell and thence to albion's land which is the earth of vegetation on which now i write the seven angels of the presence wept over milton's shadow as when a man dreams he reflects not that his body sleeps else he would wake so seemed he entering his shadow but with him the spirits of the seven angels of the presence entering they gave him still perceptions of his sleeping body which now arose and walked with them in eden as an eighth image divine though darkened and though walking as one walks in sleep and the seven comforted and supported him like as a polypus that vegetates beneath the deep they saw his shadow vegetated underneath the couch of death for when he entered into his shadow himself his real and immortal self was as appear to those who dwell in immortality as one sleeping on a couch of gold and those in immortality gave forth their emanations like females of sweet beauty to guard round him and to feed his lips with food of eden in his cold and dim repose but to himself he seemed a wanderer lost in dreary night onwards his shadow kept its course among the spectres called satan but swift as lightning passing them startled the shades of hell beheld him in a trail of light as of a comet that travels into chaos so milton went guarded within the nature of infinity is this that everything has its own vortex and when one to travel a through eternity has passed that vortex he perceives it row backward behind his path into a globe itself enfolding like a sun or like a moon or like a universe of starry majesty while he keeps onwards in his wondrous journey on the earth or like a human form a friend with whom he lived benevolent as the eye of man views both east and west encompassing its vortex and the north and south with all their starry hosts also the rising sun and setting moon he views surrounding his cornfields and his valleys of 500 acres square thus is the earth one infinite plane and not as apparent to the weak traveler confined beneath the moony shade thus is the heaven of vortex passed already and the earth of vortex not yet passed by the traveler through eternity first milton saw albion upon the rock of ages deadly pale outstretched and snowy cold storm covered a giant form of perfect beauty outstretched on the rock in solemn death the sea of time and space thundered aloud against the rock which was enwrapped with the weeds of death hovering over the cold bosom in its vortex milton bent down to the bosom of death what was underneath soon seemed above a cloudy heaven mangled with stormy seas and loudest ruin but as a wintry globe descends precipitant through beuler bursting with thunders loud and terrible so milton's shadow fell precipitant loud thundering into the sea of time and space then first i saw him in the zenith as a falling star descending perpendicular swift as a swallow or swift and on my left foot falling on the tarsus entered there but from my left foot a black cloud-redounding spread over europe then milton knew that the three heavens of beuler were beheld by him on earth in his bright pilgrimage of sixty years to annihilate the selfhood of deceit and force forgiveness in those three females whom his wives and those three whom his daughters had represented and contained that they might be resumed by giving up of selfhood and they distant viewed his journey in the eternal spheres now human though their bodies remained closed in the dark all row till the judgment also milton knew they and himself was human though now wandering through death's veil in conflict with those female forms which in blood and jealousy surrounded him dividing and uniting without end or number he saw the cruelties of all row and he wrote them down in iron tablets and his wives and daughters names were these reyhab and tierza and milka and mallor and noah and hogler they sat ranged round him as the rocks of horror brown the land of canaan and there rose in thunder smoke and fire his dictate and his body was the rock cyanide that body which was on earth born to corruption and the six females are hall and piol and beishan and abarim and lebanon and herman seven rocky masses terrible in the deserts of midian but milton's human shadow continued journeying above the rocky masses of the mundane shell and the lands of edum and arum and moab and midian and amalek the mundane shell is a vast concave earth an immense hardened shadow of all things upon our vegetated earth enlarged into dimension and deformed into indefinite space in 27 heavens and all their hells with chaos and ancient night and purgatory it is a cavernous earth of labyrinthine intricacy 27 folds of opaqueness and finishes where the lark mounts here milton journeyed in that region called midian among the rocks of horrib for travellers from eternity pass outward to satan's seat but travellers to eternity pass inward to golganuza los the vehicular terror beheld him and divine anathamon called all her daughters saying surely to unloose my bond as this man come satan shall be unloosed upon albion los heard in terror in a thamon's words in fibrous strength his limbs shot forth like roots of trees against the forward path of milton's journey you rise and beheld the immortal man and thama steamer of the waters and orc who is louver the shadowy female seeing milton howled in her lamentation over the deeps outstretching her 27 heavens over albion and thus the shadowy female howls in articulate howlings i will lament over milton in the lamentations of the afflicted my garments shall be woven of sighs and heartbroken lamentations the misery of unhappy families shall be drawn out into its border wrought with the needle with dire sufferings poverty pain and woe along the rocky island and thence throughout the whole earth there shall be the sick father and his starving family there the prisoner in his stone dungeon and the slave at the mill i will have writings written all over it in human words that every infant that is born upon the earth shall read and get by rote as a hard task of a life of 60 years i will have kings in woven upon it and counselors and mighty men the famine shall clasp it together with buckles and clasps and the pestilence shall be its fringe and the war its girdle to divide into rahab and teaser but milton may come to our tents for i will put on the human form and take the image of god even pity and humanity but my clothing shall be cruelty and i will put on holiness as a breastplate and as a helmet and all my ornaments shall be of the gold of broken hearts and the precious stones of anxiety and care and desperation and death and repentance for sin and sorrow and punishment and fear all my ornaments shall be of the gold of broken hearts and the precious stones of anxiety and care and desperation and death and repentance for sin and sorrow and punishment and fear to defend me from thy terrors oh oak my only beloved oak answered take not the human form oh loveliest take not terror upon thee behold how i am and tremble lest thou also consume in my consummation but thou mayst take a form female and lovely that cannot consume in man's consummation wherefore dost thou create and weave this satan for recovering when thou attempt us to put on the human form my wrath burns to the top of heaven against thee in jealousy and fear then i rend the asunder then i howl over thy clay and ashes when wilt thou put on the female form as in times of old with a garment of pity and compassion like the garment of god his garments are long sufferings for the children of men Jerusalem is his garment and not thy covering cherub oh lovely shadow of my delight who wondrous seeking for the pray so spoke oak when uthun and luether hovered over his couch of fire in interchange of beauty and perfection in the darkness opening interiorly into Jerusalem and Babylon shining glorious in the shadowy female's bosom jealous her darkness grew howlings filled all the desolate places in accusations of sin in female beauty shining in the unformed void and oak in vain stretched out his hands of fire and wood their triumph in his pain thus darkened the shadowy female tenfold and oak tenfold glowed on his rocky couch against the darkness loud thunders told of the enormous conflict earthquake beneath around rent the immortal female's limb from limb and joint from joint and moved the fast foundations of the earth to wake the dead you rise and emerge from his rocky form and from his snows and he also darkened his brows freezing dark rocks between the footsteps and in fixing deep the feet in marble beds let milton laboured with his journey and his feet bled sore upon the clay now changed to marble also you rise and rose and met him on the shores of arnon and by the streams of the brooks silent they met and silent strove among the streams of arnon even to mehanium when with cold hand you rise and stoop down and took up water from the river jordan pouring onto milton's brain the icy fluid from his broad cold palm but milton took of the red clay of succoth molding it with care between his palms and filling up the furrows of many years beginning at the feet of urizen and on the bones creating new flesh on the demon cold and building him as with new clay a human form in the valley of beth peore four universes round the mundane egg remain chaotic one to the north named your thona one to the south named urizen one to the east named louver one to the west named thamas they're the four zoas that stood around the throne divine but when louver assumed the world of urizen to the south and albion was slain upon his mountains and in his tent all fell towards the center in dire ruin sinking down and in the south remains a burning fire in the east avoid in the west a world of raging waters in the north a solid unfathomable without end but in the midst of these is built eternally the universe of loess and enethamon towards which milton went but urizen opposed his path the man and demon strove many periods rehab beheld standing on carmel rehab and tears are trembled to behold the enormous strife one giving life the other giving death to his adversary and they sent forth all their sons and daughters in all their beauty to entice milton across the river the twofold form hermaphroditic and the double sexed the female male and the male female self-dividing stood before him in their beauty and in cruelties of holiness shining in darkness glorious upon the deep soventuton saying come thou to e-frame behold the kings of kanan the beautiful amelokites behold the fires of youth bound with a chain of jealousy by loess and enethamon the banks of kam cold learning streams london's dark frowning towers lament upon the winds of europe in refame's veil because a hannier rent apart into a distal at night laments and enion wanders like a weeping in articulate voice and valolabies for her bread and water among the furnaces therefore bright tears of triumphs putting on all beauty and all perfection in her cruel sports among the victims come bring with thee jerusalem with songs on the greece and lyre in natural religion in experiments on men let her be offered up to holiness tears and numbers her she numbers with her fingers every fiber air it grow where is the lamb of god where is the promise of his coming her shadowy sisters form the bones even the bones of whoreb around the marrow and the albed skull around the brain his images are born for war for sacrifice to teaser to natural religion to teaser the daughter of rahab the holy she ties the knot of nervous fibers into a white brain she ties the knot of bloody veins into a red hot heart within her bosom albion lies and barmed never to awake hand has become a rock sinai and horreb is highland coban scofield is bound in iron armor before rubens gate she ties the knot of milky seed into two lovely heavens two yet but one each in the other sweet reflected these are our three heavens beneath the shades of bulla land of rest come then to e-frame and menesi oh beloved one come to my ivory palaces oh beloved of thy mother and let us bind thee in the bands of war and be thou king of canaan and reign in hazel where the twelve tribes meet so spoke they as in one voice silent milton stood before the darkened horizon as the sculptor silent stands before his forming image he walked round at patient laboring thus milton stood forming bright horizon while his mortal part set frozen in the rock of horreb and his redeemed portion thus formed a clay of horizon but within that portion his real human walked above in power and majesty though darkened and the seven angels of the presence attended him or how can i with my gross tongue that cleaveth to the dust tell of the fourfold man and starry numbers fitly ordered or how can i with my cold hand of clay but thou oh lord do with me as thou wilt for i am nothing in vanity if thou choose to elect a worm it shall remove the mountains for that portion named the elect the spectrous body of milton redounding for my left foot into loce's mundane space brooded over his body in horreb against the resurrection preparing it for the great consummation read the cherub on cyanide load but in terrors folded round his clouds of blood now i'll be in sleeping humanity began to turn upon his couch feeling the electric flame of milton's awful precipitate descent ceased out a little winged fly smaller than a grain of sand it has a heart like thee a brain open to heaven and hell with inside wondrous and expansive its gates are not closed i hope thine are not hence it clothes itself in rich array hence thou art clothed with human beauty oh thou mortal man seek not thy heavenly father then beyond the skies their chaos dwells in ancient night and aug and danak old for every human heart has gates of brass and bars of adamant which few dare unbar because dread aug and danak guard the gates terrific and each mortal brain is walled and moted round within and aug and danak watch here here is the seat of satan in its webs for in brain and heart and loins gates open behind satan's seat to the city of golganusa which is a spiritual fourfold london in the loins of albion thus milton fell through albion's heart traveling outside of humanity beyond the stars and chaos in caverns of the mundane shell but many of the eternals rose up from eternal tables drunk with the spirit burning round the couch of death they stood looking down into beuler wrathful filled with rage they rend the heavens round the watchers in a fiery circle and round the shadowy eighth the eight close up the couch into a tabernacle and flee with cries down to the deeps where loess opens his three wide gates surrounded by raging fires they soon find their own place and join the watchers of the uro loess saw them and a cold pale horror covered over his limbs pondering he knew that rintra and palamabron might depart even as ruben and as gad gave himself up to tears he sat down on his anvil stock and leaned upon the trough looking into the black water mingling it with tears it lasts when desperation almost tore his heart in twain he recollected an old prophecy and even recorded and often sung to the loud harp at immortal feasts that milton of the land of albion should uppersend forwards from uro from the veil of felpam and set free orc from his chain of jealousy he started at the thought and down descended into eudon adon it was night and satan sat sleeping upon his couch in eudon adon his spectre slept his shadow woke when one sleeps the other wakes but milton entering my foot i saw in the nether regions of the imagination also all men on earth and all in heaven saw in the nether regions of the imagination in uro beneath bulla the vast breach of milton's descent but i knew not that it was milton for man cannot know what passes in his members till periods of space and time reveal the secrets of eternity for more extensive than any earthly things are man's earthly lineaments and all this vegetable world appeared on my left foot as a bright sandal formed immortal of precious stones in gold i stooped down and bound it on to walk forward through eternity there is an eden a sweet river of milk and liquid pearl named olalon on whose mild banks dwelt those who milton drove down into uro and they wept in long resounding song for seven days of eternity and the river's living banks the mountains wailed and every living plant that grew in solemn size lamented when louver's bulls each morning drag the self-asun out of the deep harnessed with starry harness black and shining kept by slaves that work all night at the starry harness strong and vigorous they dragged the unwilling orb at this time all the family of eden heard the lamentation and providence began but when the clarions of day sounded they drowned the lamentations and when night came all was silent in olalon and all refused to lament in the still night fearing lest they should others molest seven mornings los heard them as the poor bird within the shell hears its impatient parent bird and in a farm one heard them but saw them not for the blue mundane shell enclosed them in and they lamented that they had an wrath and a fury and fire driven milton into the uro for now they knew too late that it was milton the awakener they had not heard the bard whose song called milton to the attempt and los heard these laments he heard them call them prayer all the divine family and he beheld the cloud of milton stretching over europe but all the family divine collected as four sons and the four points of heaven east west and north and south enlarging and enlarging till their discs approached each other and when they touched close together southward in one son over olalon and as one man who weeps over his brother in a dark tomb so all the family divine wept over olalon saying milton goes to eternal death so saying they groaned in spirit and were troubled and again the divine family groaned in spirit and olalon said let us descend also and let us give ourselves to death in uro among the transgressors is virtue a punisher oh no how is this wondrous thing this world beneath unseen before this refuge from the wars of great eternity unnatural refuge unknown by us till now or are these the pangs of repentance let us enter into them then the divine family said six thousand years are now accomplished in this world of sorrow milton's angel knew the universal dictate and you also feel this dictate and now you know this world of sorrow and feel pity obey the dictate watch over this world and with your brooding wings renew it to eternal life lo i am with you all way but you cannot renew milton he goes to eternal death so spake the family divine as one man even jesus uniting in one with olalon and the appearance of one man jesus the saviour appeared coming in the clouds of olalon lo driven away with the seven starry ones into the uro yet the divine vision remains everywhere forever amen and olalon lamented for milton with a great lamentation while los heard indistinct in fear what time i bound my sandals on to walk forward through eternity los descended to me and los behind me stood a terrible flaming sun just close behind my back i turned round and terror and behold los stood in that fierce glowing fire and he also stooped down and bound my sandals on and ewed and aiden trembling i stood exceedingly with fear and terror standing in the veil of lambeth but he kissed me and wished me health and i became one man with him arising in my strength it was too late now to recede los had entered into my soul his terrors now possessed me whole i arose in fury and strength i am that shadowy prophet who six thousand years ago fell from my station in the eternal bosom six thousand years are finished i return both time and space obey my will i and six thousand years walk up and down for not one moment of time is lost nor one event of space unpermanent but all remain every fabric of six thousand years remains permanent though on earth where satan fell and was cut off all things vanish and are seen no more they vanish not from me and mine we guard them first and last the generations of men run on in the tide of time but they leave their destined lineaments permanent forever and ever so spoke los as we went along to his supreme abode rintra and palamabron met us at the gate of golganusa clouded with discontent and brooding in their minds terrible things they said oh father most beloved oh merciful parent pitying and permitting evil though strong and mighty to destroy whence is the shadow terrible wherefore does thou refuse to throw him into the furnaces knowest thou not that he will unchain orc and let loose satan og syon and anac upon the body of albion for this he has come behold it written upon his fibrous left foot black most dismal to our eyes the shadowy female shudders through heaven in torment inexpressible and all the daughters of los prophetic whale yet in deceit they weave a new religion from new jealousy of theatomon milton's religion is the cause there is no end to destruction seeing the churches at their period in terror and despair rahab created voltair teaser created russo asserting the self-righteousness against the universal saviour mocking the confessions and martyrs claiming self-righteousness with cruel virtue making war upon the lambs redeemed to perpetuate war and glory to perpetuate the laws of sin they perverted sweden boggs visions in bulla and in uro to destroy Jerusalem as a harlot and her sons as reprobates to raise up mystery the virgin harlot mother of war babel on the great the abomination of desolation oh sweden bogg strongest of men the samson shone by the churches showing the transgressors in hell the proud warriors in heaven heaven as a punisher and hell as one under punishment with laws from plato and his greeks to renew the trojan gods in albion and to deny the value of the saviour's blood but then i raised up whitefield palomabron raised up westley and these are the cries of the churches before the two witnesses faith in god the dear saviour who took on the likeness of men becoming obedient to death even the death of the cross the witnesses lie dead in the street of the great city no faith is in all the earth the book of god is trodden underfoot he sent his two servants whitefield and westley were they prophets or were they idiots or madmen show us miracles can you have greater miracles than these men who devote their lives whole comfort to entire scorn and injury and death awake thou sleeper on the rock of eternity i'll be in awake the trumpet of judgment has twice sounded all nations are awake but thou art still heavy and dull awake i'll be in awake low orc arises on the atlantic low his blood and fire low on america's shore albion turns upon his couch he listens to the sounds of war astonished and confounded he weeps into the atlantic deep yet still in dismal dreams unwakened and the covering cherub advances from the east how long shall we lay dead in the streets of the great city how long beneath the covering cherub give our emanations milton will utterly consume us and the our beloved father he have entered into the covering cherub becoming one with albion's dreadsons hand high and coben surround us as a girdle gwendolin and konwena as a garment woven of war and religion let us descend and bring him chained to bolahula oh father most beloved oh mild parent cruel in their mildness pitying and permitting evil though strong and mighty to destroy oh loss our beloved father like the black storm coming out of chaos beyond the stars it issues through the dark and intricate caves of the mundane shell passing the planetary visions and the well-adorned firmament the sun rolls into chaos and the stars into the deserts and then the storms become visible audible and terrible covering the light of day and rolling down upon the mountains deluge all the country round such as a vision of los when rintra and palama brawn spake and such his stormy face appeared as does the face of heaven when covered with thick storms pitying and loving the when frowns of terrible perturbation end of section three recorded by brian russell graham section four of milton this is a libre vox recording all libre vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit libre vox.org recording by brian russell graham milton by william blake section four but los disperse the clouds even as the strong winds of johova and los thus spoke oh noble sons be patient yet a little while i have embraced the falling death he has become one with me oh sons we live not by wrath by mercy alone we live i recollect an old prophecy in eden recorded in gold and oft sung to the harp that milton of the land of albion should uppersend forward from felpum's veil and break the chain of jealousy from all its roots be patient therefore oh my sons these lovely females form sweet knight and silence and secret obscurities to hide from satan's watch fiends human loves and graces lest they write them in their books and in the scroll of mortal life to condemn the accused who at satan's bar tremble in spectra's bodies continually day and night while on the earth they live in sorrowful vegetations a when shall we tread our wine presses in heaven and weep our wheat with shoutings of joy and leave the earth in peace remember how calvin and luther in fury premature sowed war and stern division between papists and protestants let it not be so now or go not forth in martyrdoms and wars we were placed here by the universal brotherhood and mercy with powers fitted to circumscribe this dark satanic death and that the seven eyes of god may have space for redemption but how this is as yet we know not and we cannot know till albion is arisen then patient wait a little while six thousand years are passed away the end approach is fast this mighty one has come from eden he is of the elect he is of the elect who died from earth and he is returned before the judgment this thing was never known that one of the holy dead should willing return then patient wait a little while till the last vintage is over till we have quenched the son of sailor and the lake of euden eden oh my dear sons leave not your father as your brethren left me twelve sons successive fled away in that thousand years of sorrow of palomar bronze harrow and rintra's wrath and fury ruben and manazoth and gad and simian and levi and e frame and juda were generated because they left me wandering with teaser enethamon wept one thousand years and all the earth was in a waltry deluge we called him manasi because of the generations of teaser because of satan and the seven eyes of god continually guard round them but i the fourth sower i'm also set the watchman of eternity the three are not and i am preserved still my four mighty ones are left to me in golganuza still rintra fierce and palomabron mild and piteous theatomon filled with care bromian loving science you are my sons still guard round los oh wonder not and leave me rintra thou well remembered when amalek and canan fled with their sister moab into that abode void they became nations in our sight beneath the hands of teaser and palomabron thou remembered when joseph an infant stolen from his nurse's cradle wrapped in needlework of emblematic texture was sold to the amelokite who carried him down into egypt where e frame and manasi gathered my sons together in the sands of midian and if you also flee away and leave your father's side following milton into uro although your power is great surely you also shall become poor mortal vegetations beneath the moon of uro pity then your father's tears when jesus raised lazarus from the grave i stood and saw lazarus who is the vehicular body of albion the redeemed arise into the covering cherub who is the specter of albion by martyrdoms to suffer to watch over the sleeping body upon his rock beneath his tomb i saw the covering cherub divide fourfold into four churches when lazarus arose paul constantine charlemagne luther behold they stand before us stretched over europe and asia come oh sons come come away arise oh sons give all your strength against eternal death lest we are vegetated for cathedrons looms weave only death a web of death and were it not for bolahula and alamanda no human form but only a fibrous vegetation a polypus of soft affections without thought or vision must tremble in the heavens and earths through all the uro space throw all the vegetated mortals into bolahula but as to the selected form who's returned again he is the signal that the last vintage now approaches nor vegetation may go on till all the earth is reaped solo spoke furiously descended to bolahula and alamanda indignant unconvinced by losa's arguments and thunder's rolling they saw that wrath now swayed and now pity absorbed him as it was so it remained and no hope of an end bolahula is named law by mortals thamas founded it because of satan before lube in the city of golganusa but golganusa is named art and manufacture by mortal man in bolahula losa's anvil stand and his furnaces rage thundering the hammers beat and the bellows blow loud living self-moving mourning lamenting and howling incessantly bolahula threw all its porches feels though too fast founded its pillars and porticoes to tremble at the force of mortal or immortal arm and softly living flutes are cordoned with the horrid labors make sweet melody the bellows are the animal lungs the hammers the animal heart the furnaces the stomach for digestion terrible their fury thousands and thousands labor thousands play on instruments stringed off fluted to ameliorate the sorrows of slavery loud sport the dancers and the dance of death rejoicing in carnage the hard dentin hammers are lulled by the flutes lula lula the bellowing furnaces blare by the long sounding clarion the double drum drowns howls and groans the shrewl five shrieks and cries the crooked horn mellows the horse raving serpent terrible but harmonious bolahula is the stomach in every individual man los is by mortals named time enthamon is named space but they depict him bald and aged who is an eternal youth all powerful and his locks flourish like the brows of mourning he is the spirit of prophecy the ever apparent alias time is the mercy of eternity without time's swiftness which is the swiftness of all things all were eternal torment all the gods of the kingdoms of earth labor and los's halls everyone is a fallen son of the spirit of prophecy he is the fourth sewer that stood around the throne divine loud shout the sons of louver at the wine presses as los descended with rintra and palomabron in his fires of resistless fury the wine press on the rye groans loud but all its central beams act more terrific in the central cities of the nations where human thought is crushed beneath the iron hand of power their los puts all into the press the oppressor and the oppress together ripe for the harvest and vintage and ready for the loom they sang at the vintage this is the last vintage and siege shall no more be sown upon earth till all the vintage is over and all gathered in till the plow has passed over the nations and the harrow and heavy thundering roller upon the mountains and loud the souls howl round the porches of golganusa crying oh god deliver us to the heavens or to the earth's that we may preach righteousness and punish the sinner with death but los refused till all the vintage of earth was gathered in and los stood and cried to the laborers of the vintage in voice of all fellow laborers the great vintage and harvest is now upon the earth the whole extent of the globe is explored every scattered atom of human intellect now is flocking to the sound of the trumpet all the wisdom which was hidden in caves and dens from ancient time is now sought out from animal and vegetable and mineral every scattered atom of human intellect is now flocking to the sound of the trumpet all the wisdom which was hidden in caves and dens from ancient time is now sought out from animal and vegetable and mineral the awakener is come out stretched over europe the vision of god is fulfilled the ancient man upon the rock of albie inawakes he listens to the sounds of war astonished and ashamed he sees his children mock at faith and deny providence therefore you must bind the sheaves not by nations or families you shall bind them in three classes according to their classes so shall you bind them separating what has been mixed since men began to be wove into nations by rahab and teaser since albion's death and satans cutting off from our awful fields when under pretence to benevolence the elect subdued all from the foundation of the world the elect is one class you shall bind them separate they cannot believe in eternal life except by miracle and a new birth the other two classes the reprobate who never cease to believe and the redeemed who live in doubts and fears perpetually tormented by the elect these you shall bind into a twin bundle for the consummation but the elect must be saved from fires of eternal death to be formed into the churches of bulla that they destroy not the earth for in every nation and every family the three classes are born and in every species of earth metal tree fish bird and beast we form the mondane egg the specters coming by fury or amity all is the same and everyone remains in his own energy go forth reapers with rejoicing you sowed in tears at the time of your refreshing cometh only a little moment still abstain from pleasure and rest in the labors of eternity and you shall reap the whole earth from pole to pole from sea to sea beginning at Jerusalem's inner court lambeth ruined and given to the detestable gods of priam to apollo and at the asylum given to hercules who labor and tears as looms for bread who set pleasure against duty who create olympic crowns to make learning a burden and the work of the holy spirit strife the thaw and cruel odin who first rear the polar caves lambeth mourns calling Jerusalem she weeps and looks abroad for the lord's coming that Jerusalem may overspread all the nations crave not for the mortal and perishing delights but leave them to the weak and pity the weak as your infant care break not forth in your wrath lest you also are vegetated by tearser wait till the last judgment has passed till the creation is consumed and then rush forward with me into the glorious spiritual vegetation the supper of the lamb and his bride and the awakening of albion our friend and ancient companion so low spoke but lightnings of discontent broken all sides round and murmurs of thunder rolling heavy long and loud over the mountains while los called his sons around him to the harvest and the vintage thou cease the constellations in the deep and wondrous night they rise in order and continue their immortal courses upon the mountains and unveils with harp and heavenly song with flute and clarion with cups and measures filled with foaming wine glittering the streams reflect the vision of beatitude and the calm ocean joys beneath and smooths his awful waves these are the sons of los and these the laborers of the vintage thou cease the gorgeous clothed flies that dance and sport and summer upon the sunny brooks and meadows everyone the dance knows in its intricate mazes of delight artful to weave each one to sound his instruments of music in the dance to touch each other and recede to cross and change in return these are the children of los thou cease the trees on mountains the wind blows heavy loud they thunder through the dark some sky uttering prophecies and speaking instructive words to the sons of men these are the sons of los these the visions of eternity but we see only as it were the hem of their garments when with our vegetable eyes we view these wondrous visions there are two gates through which all souls descend one southward from derver cliff to lizard point the other toward the north caithness and rocky dernes pentland and john groats house the souls descending to the body wail on the right hand of los and those delivered from the body on the left hand for los against the east his force continually bends along the valleys of middle sex from houndslow to blackheath lest those three heavens of bueller should the creation destroy and lest they should descend before the north and south gates groaning with pity he among the wailing souls laments and these the labors of the sons of los in alamanda and in the city of golganusa and in luban around the lake of eudon adon in the forests of entiothon benethon were souls incessant wail being pity as passions and desires with neither liniment nor form but like to watery clouds the passions and desires descend upon the hungry winds for such alone sleepers remain mere passion and appetite the sons of los clothe them and feed and provide houses and fields and every generated body in its inward form is a garden of delight and a building of magnificence built by the sons of los in bolahula and alamanda and the herbs and flowers and furniture and beds and chambers continually woven in the looms of entiothon's daughters in bright cathodrons golden dome with care and love and tears for the various classes of men are all marked out determinants in bolahula and as the specters choose their affinities so they are born on earth and every class is determinant but not by natural but by spiritual power alone because the natural power continually seeks and tends to destruction ending in death which would of itself be eternal death and all are classed by spiritual and not by natural power and every natural effect has a spiritual cause and not a natural for a natural cause only seems it is a delusion of uro and a ratio of the perishing vegetable memory but the wine press of los is eastward of golganusa before the seat of satan louver laid the foundation and ureizen finished it in howling woe how read the sons and daughters of louver here they tread the grapes laughing and shouting drunk with odours many fall o'erweared drowned in the wine as many a youth and maiden those around lay them on skins of tigers and of the spotted leopard and the wild ass till they revive or bury them in cool grots making lamentation this wine press is called war on earth it is the printing press of los and here he lays his words in order above the mortal brain as cogs are formed in a wheel to turn the cogs of the adverse wheel timbrels and violins sport round the wine presses the little seed the sport of root the earthworm the gold beetle the wise emet dance round the wine presses of louver the centipede is there the ground spider with many eyes the mole clothed and velvet the ambitious spider in his sullen web the lucky golden spinner the earwig armed the tender maggot emblem of immortality the flea louse bug the tapeworm all the armies of disease visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating man the slow slug the grasshopper that sings and laughs and drinks winter comes he folds his slender bones without a murmur the cruel scorpion is there the nat wasp hornet and the honeybee the toad and venomous newt the serpent clothed in gems and gold they throw off their gorgeous rain they rejoice with loud jubilee around the wine presses of louver naked and drunk with wine there is the nettle that stings with soft down and they're the indignant thistle whose bitterness is bread and his milk who feeds on contempt of his neighbor there all the idle weeds that creep around the obscure places show their various limbs naked in all their beauty dancing around the wine presses but in the wine presses the human grapes sing not nor dance they howl and ride and shoals of torment in fierce flames consuming in chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires in pits and dens in shades of death in shapes of torment and woe the plates and screws and racks and sores and cords and fires and systems the cruel joys of louver's daughters lacerating with knives and whips their victims and the deadly sport of louver's sons they dance around the dying and they drink the howl and groan they catch the shrieks and cups of gold they hand them one to another these are the sports of love and these the sweet delights of amorous play tears of the grape the death sweat of the cluster the last sigh of the mild youth who listens to the luring songs of louver but alamander called on earth commerce is the cultivated land around the city of golganusa and the forests of enchathon hear the sons of los labor against death eternal through all the 27 heavens of bula in uro seat of satan which is the false tongue beneath bula it is the sense of touch the plow goes forth in tempests and lightnings and the harrow cruel and blights of the east the heavy roller follows in howlings of woe you rise and suns hear labor also and here are seen the mills of theia torment on the verge of the lake of eudenaden these are the starry voids of night and the depths and caverns of earth these mills are oceans clouds and waters ungovernable in their fury here are the stars created and the seeds of all things planted and here the sun and moon receive their fixed destinations but in eternity the four arts poetry painting music and architecture which is science are the four faces of man not so in time and space there three are shut out and only science remains through mercy and by means of science the three become apparent in time and space in the three professions poetry and religion music law painting and physical surgery that man may live upon earth till the time of his awakening and from these three science derives every occupation of men and science is divided into bola hula and alamanda some sons of los surround the passions with porches of iron and silver creating form and beauty around the dark regions of sorrow giving to airy nothing a name and a habitation delightful with bounds to the infinite putting off the indefinite into most holy forms of thought such as the power of inspiration they labor incessant with many tears and afflictions creating the beautiful house full of piteous sufferer others cabinets richly fabricate of gold and ivory for doubts and fears unformed and wretched and melancholy the little weeping specter stands on the threshold of death eternal and sometimes two specters like lamps quivering and often malignant they combat heartbreaking sorrowful and piteous antimon takes them into his beautiful flexible hands as the sewer takes the seed or as the artist's clay or fine wax to mold out for the model for golden ornaments the soft hands of antimon draw the indelible line form immortal with golden pen such as the specter admiring puts on the sweet form then smiles antimon bright through his windows the daughters of beauty look up from their loom and prepare the integument soft for its clothing with joy and delight but Theotomon and Sotha stand in the gate of Lubin anxious their numbers are seven million and seven thousand and seven hundred they contend with the weak specters they fabricate soothing forms the specter refuses he seeks cruelty they create the crested cock terrify the specter screams and rushes in fear into their net of kindness and compassion and has borne a weeping terror all they create the lion and tiger in compassionate thunderings howling the specters flee they take refuge in human lineaments the sons of Ozoth within the optic nerve stand fiery glowing and the number of his sons is eight millions and eight they give delights to the man unknown artificial riches they give to scorn and the possessors to trouble and sorrow and care shutting the sun and moon and stars and trees and clouds and waters and hills out from the optic nerve and hardening it into a bone opaque and like the black pebble on the enraged beach while the poor indigent is like the diamond which though clothed in rugged covering in the mine is open all within and in his hallowed center holds the heavens of bright eternity Ozoth here builds walls of rocks against the surging sea and timbers cramp with iron cramps barren the joys of life from fell destruction and the spectrous cunning or age he creates the speckled newt the spider and beetle the rat and mouse the badger and fox they worship before his feet in trembling fear but others of the sons of los build moments and minutes and hours and days and months and years and ages and periods wondrous buildings and every moment has a couch of gold for soft repose a moment equals a pulsation of the artery and between every two moments stands a daughter of beuler to feed the sleepers on their couches with maternal care and every minute has an azure tent with silken veils and every hour has a bright golden gate carved with skill and every day and night has walls of brass and gates of adamant shining like precious stones and ornamented with appropriate signs and every month has a silver paved terrace building high and every year invulnerable barriers with high towers and every age is motor deep with bridges of silver and gold and every seven ages is encircled with a flaming fire now seven ages is amounting to 200 years each has its guard each moment minute hour day month and year all are the work of fairy hands of the four elements the guard are angels of providence on duty evermore every time less than a pulsation of the artery is equal in its period and value to 6000 years for in this period the poet's work is done and all the great events of time start forth and are conceived in such a period within a moment a pulsation of the artery the sky is an immortal tent built by the sons of los and every space that a man views around his dwelling place standing on his own roof or in his garden on amount of 25 cubits in height such space is his universe and on its verge the sun rises and sets the clouds bow to meet the flat earth and sea in such an ordered space the starry heavens reach no further but here bend and set on all sides and the two poles turn on the valves of gold and if he move his dwelling place his heavens also move where he goes and all his neighborhood bewail his loss such are the spaces called earth and such its dimension as to that false appearance which appears to the reasoner as of a globe rolling through voidness it is a delusion of uro the microscope knows not of this nor the telescope they alter the ratio of the spectators organs but leave objects untouched for every space larger than a red globule of man's blood is visionary and is created by the hammer of los and every space smaller than a globule of man's blood opens into eternity of which this vegetable earth is but a shadow the red globule is the unwearied sun by los created to measure time and space to mortal men every morning bola hula and alamanda are placed on each side of that pulsation and that globule terrible their power but rintra and palomabron govern over day and night in alamanda and an enchathon benethon where souls wail where all consistent howls burning in fires of eternal youth within the vegetated mortal nerves for every man born is joined within into one mighty polypus and this polypus is orc but in the optic vegetative nerves sleep was transformed to death in old time by satan the father of sin and death and satan is the specter of orc and orc is the generate louver but in the nerves of the nostrils accident being formed into substance and principle by the cruelties of demonstration it became opaque and indefinite but the divine savior formed it into a solid by los's mathematic power he named the opaque satan he named the solid adam and in the nerves of the ear for the nerves of the tongue are closed on albion's rock los stands creating the glorious sun each morning and when unwirried in the evening he creates the moon death to delude who all in terror at their splendor leaves his prey while los appoints rintra and palomabron to guide the souls clear from the rock of death that death himself may wake in his appointed season when the ends of heaven meet then los conducts the spirits to be vegetated into great gulganusa free from the four iron pillars of satan's throne temperance prudence justice fortitude the four pillars of tyranny that satan's watch fiends touch them not before they vegetate but anatharmon and her daughters take the pleasant charge to give them to their lovely heavens till the great judgment day such as their lovely charge but reyhab in teaser pervert their mild influences therefore the seven eyes of god walk round the three heavens of all row where tears and her sisters weave the black woof of death upon enchuth on benethon in the veil of surrey where horrib terminates in rufaeum the stamping feet of zilofahad's daughters are covered with human gore upon the treadles of the loom they sing to the winged shuttle the river rides as above his banks to wash the woof he takes it in his arms he passes it in strength through his current the veil of human miseries is woven over the ocean from the atlantic to the great south sea the erythraion such as the world of los the labor of six thousand years thus nature is a vision of the science of the iluhim end of the first book end of section four section five of milton this is a libre vox recording all libre vox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit libre vox.org recording by brian russell graham milton by william blake section five there is a place where contrarities are equally true this place is called bulla it is a pleasant lovely shadow where no dispute can come because of those who sleep into this place the sons and daughters of ololon descended with solemn mourning into bulla's moony shades and hills weeping for milton mute wonder held the daughters of bulla enraptured with affection sweet and mild benevolence bulla is ever more created around eternity appearing to the inhabitants of eden around them and all sides but bulla to its inhabitants appears within each district as the beloved infant and his mother's bosom round and circled with arms of love and pity and sweet compassion but to the sons of eden the moony habitations of bulla are from great eternity a mild and pleasant rest and it is thus created low the eternal great humanity to whom be glory and dominion evermore our men walks among all his awful family seen in every face as the breath of the almighty such are the words of man to man in the great wars of eternity in fury of poetic inspiration to build the universe stupendous mental forms creating but the emanations trembled exceedingly nor could they live because the life of man was too exceeding unbounded his joy became terrible to them they trembled and wept crying with one voice give us a habitation and a place in which we may be hidden under the shadow of wings for if we who are but for a time and to pass away in winter behold these wonders of eternity we shall consume but you our fathers and brothers remain in eternity but grant us a temporal habitation do you speak to us we will obey your words as you obey Jesus the eternal who was blessed for ever and ever amen so speak the lovely emanations and there appeared a pleasant mild shadow above beneath and an all-size round into this pleasant shadow all the weak and weary like women and children were taken away as on wings of dove-like softness and shadowy habitations prepared for them but every man returned and went still going forward through the bosom of the father in eternity on eternity neither did any lack or fall into error without a shadow to repose in all the days of happy eternity into this pleasant shadow Bueller all all along descended and when the daughters of Bueller heard the lamentation all Bueller wept for they saw the Lord coming in the clouds and the shadows of Bueller terminate in rocky Albion and all nations wept in affliction family by family Germany wept towards France and Italy England wept and trembled towards America India rose up from his golden bed as one awakened in the night they saw the Lord coming in the clouds of Olalon with power and great glory and all the living creatures of the four elements wailed with bitter wailing these in the aggregate are named Satan and Rahab they know not of regeneration but only of generation the fairies nymphs gnomes and geni of the four elements unforgiving and unalterable these cannot be regenerated but must be created for they know only of generation these are the gods of the kingdoms of the earth in contrarious and cruel opposition element against element opposed in war not mental as the wars of eternity but a corporeal strife in loce's halls continual laboring and the furnaces of golganusa orc hows on the atlantic anatharmon trembles all Bueller weeps though here is the nightingale begin the song of spring the lark sitting upon his earthy bed just as the morn appears listen silent then springing from the waving cornfield loud he leads the choir of the day trill trill trill trill mounting upon the wings of light into the great expanse re-echoing against the lovely blue and shining heavenly shell his little throat labours with inspiration every feather on throat and breast and wings vibrates with the effluence divine all nature listens silent to him and the awful sun stands still upon the mountain looking on this little bird with eyes of soft humility and wonder love and awe then loud from their green covert all the birds begin their song the thrush the linnet and the goldfinch robin and the ren awake the sun from his sweet reverie upon the mountain the nightingale again assays his song and through the day and through the night warbles luxuriant every bird of song attending his loud harmony with admiration and love this is a vision of the lamentation of bulla over all along thou perceives the flowers put forth their precious odours and none can tell how from so small a center comes such sweets forgetting that within that center eternity expands its ever-during doors that og and aenac fiercely guard first air the morning breaks joy opens in the flowery bosoms joy even to tears which the sun rising dries first the wild time and meadow sweet downy and soft waving among the reeds light springing on the air lead the sweet dance they wake the honeysuckle sleeping on the oak the flaunting beauty revels along upon the wind the white thorn lovely may opens her many lovely eyes listening the rose still sleeps none dare to wake her soon she bursts her crimson curtain bed and comes forth in the majesty of beauty every flower the pink the jesemine the wallflower the carnation the jonquil the mild lily opes her heavens every tree and flower and herb soon fill the air with an innumerable dance yet all in order sweet and lovely men are sick with love such as a vision of the lamentation of beuler over all alone and milton oft sat upon the couch of death and oft conversed in vision and dream beatific with the seven angels of the presence i have turned my back upon these heavens building on cruelty my specter still wandering through them follows my emanation he hunts her footsteps through the snow and the wintry hail and rain the idiot reasoner laughs at the man of imagination and from laughter proceeds to murder by undervaluing calamity then hillel who is lucifer replied over the couch of death and thus the seven angels instructed him and thus they converse we are not individuals but states combinations of individuals we were angels of the divine presence and were druids in anondale compelled to combine into form by satan the specter of albion who made himself a god and destroyed the human form divine but the divine humanity and majesty gave us a human form because we were combined in freedom and holy brotherhood while those combined by satan's tyranny first in the blood of war and sacrifice and next in chains of imprisonment are shapeless rocks retaining only satan's mathematic holiness length breadth and height calling the human imagination which is the divine vision and fruition in which man liveth eternally madness and blasphemy against its own qualities which are servants of humanity not gods or lords distinguish therefore states from individuals in those states states change but individual identities never change nor cease you cannot go to eternal death in that which can never die satan and adam are states created into 27 churches and thou o' milton are to state about to be created called eternal annihilation but none but the living shall dare to enter and they shall enter triumphant over death and hell and the grave states that are not but ah seem to be judged then of our own self by eternal lineaments explore what is eternal and what is changeable and what annihilable the imagination is not a state it is the human existence itself affection or love becomes a state when divided from imagination the memory is a state always and the reason is a state created to be annihilated and a new ratio created whatever can be created can be annihilated forms cannot the oak is cut down by the axe the lamb falls by the knife but their forms eternal exist forever amen hallelujah thus they converse with the dead watching round the couch of death for god himself enters death's door always with those that enter and lays down in the grave with them in visions of eternity till they awake and see jesus and the linen clothes lying that the females had woven for them and the gates of their father's house and the divine voice was heard in the songs of bulla saying when first i married you i gave you all my whole soul i thought that you would love my loves and joy my delights seeking for pleasures and my pleasures oh daughter of babelon then that was lovely mild and gentle now they're at terrible in jealousy and unlovely in my sight because thou has cruelly cut off my loves in fury till i have no love left for thee thy love depends on him thou lovest and on his dear loves depend thy pleasures which thou has cut off by jealousy therefore i show my jealousy and set before you death behold milton descended to redeem the female shade from death eternal such your lot to be continually redeemed by death and misery of those you love and by annihilation when the six-fold female perceives that milton annihilates himself but seeing all his loves by her cut off he leaves her also entirely abstracting himself from female loves she shall relent in fear of death she shall begin to give her maidens to her husband delighting in his delight and then and then alone begins the happy female joy as it is done in bulla and thou o virgin babelon mother of hordens shall bring jerusalem in thine arms in the night watches and no longer turning her a wandering harlot in the streets shall give her into the arms of god your lord and husband such are the songs of bulla in the lamentation of all alone and all the songs of bulla sounded comfortable notes to comfort all alone's lamentation for they said are you the fiery circle that late drove in fury and fire the eight immortal starry ones down into uro dark rending the heavens of bulla with your thunderings and lightnings and can you thus lament and can you pity and forgive is terror changed to pity a wonder of eternity and the four states of humanity in its repose were showed them first of bulla a most pleasant sleep on soft couches soft with mild music tended by flowers of bulla sweet female forms winged or floating in the air spontaneous the second state is alla and the third state al uro but the fourth state is dreadful it is named or uro the first state is in the head the second is in the heart the third in the loins and seminal vessels and the fourth in the stomach and intestines terrible deadly unutterable and he whose gates are open in those regions of his body can from those gates view all these wondrous imaginations but all along sought the all uro and its fiery gates and the couches of the martyrs and many daughters of bulla and many daughters of bulla accompanied them down to uro with soft melodious tears a long journey and dark through chaos in the track of milton's course to where the contraries of bulla wall beneath negation's banner then viewed from milton's track they see the uro a vast polypus of living fibers down into the sea of time and space growing a self-devouring monstrous human death 27 fold within it sit five females and the nameless shadowy mother spinning it from their bowels with songs of amorous delight and melting cadences that lure the sleepers of bulla down the river storge which is arnon into the dead sea around this polypus loce continual builds the mundane shell four universes round the universe of loce remain chaotic four intersecting globes and the egg formed world of loce in midst stretching from zenith to nadia in midst of chaos one of these ruined universes is to the north named your thona one to the south this was the glorious world of your horizon one to the east of louis one to the west of thamas but when louis assumed the world of your horizon in the south all fell towards the center sinking downward in dire ruin here in these chaos is the sons of odolon took the rebode in chasms of the mundane shell which open and all sides round southward and by the east within the breach of milton's descent to watch the time pitting and gentle to awaken your horizon they stood in a dark land of death of fiery corroding waters where lie in evil death the four immortals pale and cold and the eternal man even albion upon the rock of ages seeing milton's shadow some daughters of bulla trembling returned but all along remained before the gates of the dead and all along looked down into the heavens of warown fear they said how are the wars of man which in great eternity appear around in the external spheres of visionary life here rendered deadly within the life and interior vision how are the beasts and birds and fishes and plants and minerals here fixed into a frozen bulk subject to death and decay those visions of human life and shadows of wisdom and knowledge are here frozen to an expansive deadly destroying terrors and war and hunting the two fountains of the river of life are become fountains of bitter death and of corroding hell till brotherhood is changed into a curse and a flattery by differences between ideas that ideas themselves which are the divine members may be slain in offerings for sin or dreadful loom of death or piteous female forms compelled to weave the wolf of death on camberwell tears as coats mallors on blackheath ray haban Noah dwell on windsor's heights where once the cherubs of Jerusalem spread to lambeth's veil milkers pillars shine from harrow to hamstead where hogler on high gate's heights magnificent weaves over trembling Thames to shoot as hill and fence to blackheath the dark wolf loud loud roll the weights and spindles over the whole earth let down an all-size round to the four quarters of the world eastward on europe to euphrates and hindu denial and back in clouds of death across the atlantic to america north and south end of section five