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.J55.54; E205| They Plow'd in tears, the trumpets sounded before the golden PlowJ55.55; E205| And the voices of the Living Creatures were heard in the clouds of heavenJ55.56; E205| Crying: Compell the Reasoner to Demonstrate with unhewn DemonstrationsJ55.57; E205| Let the Indefinite be explored.and let every Man be judgedJ55.58; E205| By his own Works, Let all Indefinites be thrown into DemonstrationsJ55.59; E205| To be pounded to dust & melted in the Furnaces of Affliction:J55.60; E205| He who would do good to another, must do it in Minute ParticularsJ55.61; E205| General Good is the plea of the scoundrel hypocrite flatterer:J55.62; E205| For Art & Science cannot exist but in minutely organized ParticularsJ55.63; E205| And not in generalizing Demonstrations of the Rational Power.J55.64; E205| The Infinite alone resides in Definite & Determinate IdentityJ55.65; E205| Establishment of Truth depends on destruction of Falshood continuallyJ55.66; E205| On Circumcision: not on Virginity, O Reasoners of AlbionJ55.67; E205| So cried they at the Plow.Albions Rock frowned aboveJ55.68; E205| And the Great Voice of Eternity rolled above terrible in cloudsJ55.69; E205| Saying Who will go forth for us! & Who shall we send before our face?J56.1; E206| Then Los heaved his thund'ring Bellows on the Valley of MiddlesexJ56.2; E206| And thus he chaunted his Song: the Daughters of Albion reply.J56.3; E206| What may Man be? who can tell! But what may Woman be?J56.4; E206| To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave.J56.5; E206| He who is an Infant, and whose Cradle is a MangerJ56.6; E206| Knoweth the Infant sorrow: whence it came, and where it goeth:J56.7; E206| And who weave it a Cradle of the grass that withereth away.J56.8; E206| This World is all a Cradle for the erred wandering Phantom:J56.9; E206| Rock'd by Year, Month, Day & Hour; and every two MomentsJ56.10; E206| Between, dwells a Daughter of Beulah, to feed the Human VegetableJ56.11; E206| Entune: Daughters of Albion.your hymning Chorus mildly!J56.12; E206| Cord of affection thrilling extatic on the iron Reel:J56.13; E206| To the golden Loom of Love! to the moth-labourd WoofJ56.14; E206| A Garment and Cradle weaving for the infantine Terror:J56.15; E206| For fear; at entering the gate into our World of cruelJ56.16; E206| Lamentation: it flee back & hide in Non-Entitys dark wildJ56.17; E206| Where dwells the Spectre of Albion: destroyer of Definite Form.J56.18; E206| The Sun shall be a Scythed Chariot of Britain: the Moon; a ShipJ56.19; E206| In the British Ocean! Created by Los's Hammer; measured outJ56.20; E206| Into Days & Nights & Years & Months.to travel with my feetJ56.21; E206| Over these desolate rocks of Albion: O daughters of despair!J56.22; E206| Rock the Cradle, and in mild melodies tell me where foundJ56.23; E206| What you have enwoven with so much tears & care? so muchJ56.24; E206| Tender artifice: to laugh: to weep: to learn: to know;J56.25; E206| Remember! recollect! what dark befel in wintry daysJ56.26; E206| O it was lost for ever! and we found it not: it cameJ56.27; E206| And wept at our wintry Door: Look! look! behold! GwendolenJ56.28; E206| Is become a Clod of Clay! Merlin is a Worm of the Valley!J56.29; E206| Then Los uttered with Hammer & Anvil: Chaunt! revoice!J56.30; E206| I mind not your laugh: and your frown I not fear! andJ56.31; E206| You must my dictate obey from your gold-beam'd Looms; trillJ56.32; E206| Gentle to Albions Watchman, on Albions mountains; reecchoJ56.33; E206| And rock the Cradle while! Ah me! Of that Eternal ManJ56.34; E206| And of the cradled Infancy in his bowels of compassion:J56.35; E206| Who fell beneath his instruments of husbandry & becameJ56.36; E206| Subservient to the clods of the furrow! the cattle and event308J56.37; E206| The emmet and earth-Worm are his superiors & his lords.J56.38; E206| Then the response came warbling from trilling Looms in AlbionJ56.39; E206| We Women tremble at the light therefore: hiding fearfulJ56.40; E206| The Divine Vision with Curtain & Veil & fleshly TabernacleJ56.41; E206| Los utter'd: swift as the rattling thunder upon the mountains[:]J56.42; E206| Look back into the Church Paul! Look! Three Women aroundJ56.43; E206| The Cross! O Albion why didst thou a Female Will Create?J57.1; E207| And the voices of Bath & Canterbury & York & Edinburgh.CryJ57.2; E207| Over the Plow of Nations in the strong hand of Albion thundering alongJ57 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]