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    The Complete Poems

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      And Pearl & Crystal shining bright

      And within it opens into a World

      And a little lovely Moony Night

      Another England there I saw

      10 Another London with its Tower

      Another Thames & other Hills

      And another pleasant Surrey Bower

      Another Maiden like herself

      Translucent lovely shining clear

      Threefold each in the other closd

      O what a pleasant trembling fear

      O what a smile a threefold Smile

      Filld me that like a flame I burnd

      I bent to Kiss the lovely Maid

      20 And found a Threefold Kiss returnd

      I strove to sieze the inmost Form

      With ardor fierce & hands of flame

      But burst the Crystal Cabinet

      And like a Weeping Babe became

      A weeping Babe upon the wild

      And Weeping Woman pale reclind

      And in the outward air again

      I filld with woes the passing Wind

      THE GREY MONK

      I die I die the Mother said

      My Children die for lack of Bread

      What more has the merciless Tyrant said

      The Monk sat down on the Stony Bed

      The blood red ran from the Grey Monks side

      His hands & feet were wounded wide

      His Body bent his arms & knees

      Like to the roots of ancient trees

      His eye was dry no tear could flow

      10 A hollow groan first spoke his woe

      He trembled & shudderd upon the Bed

      At length with a feeble cry he said

      When God commanded this hand to write

      In the studious hours of deep midnight

      He told me the writing I wrote should prove

      The Bane of all that on Earth I lovd

      My Brother starvd between two Walls

      His Childrens Cry my Soul appalls

      I mockd at the wrack & griding chain

      20 My bent body mocks their torturing pain

      Thy Father drew his sword in the North

      With his thousands strong he marched forth

      Thy Brother has armd himself in Steel

      To avenge the wrongs thy Children feel

      But vain the Sword & vain the Bow

      They never can work Wars overthrow

      The Hermits Prayer & the Widows tear

      Alone can free the World from fear

      For a Tear is an Intellectual Thing

      30 And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King

      And the bitter groan of the Martyrs woe

      Is an Arrow from the Almighties Bow

      The hand of Vengeance found the Bed

      To which the Purple Tyrant fled

      The iron hand crushd the Tyrants head

      And became a Tyrant in his stead

      AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE

      To see a World in a Grain of Sand

      And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

      Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

      And Eternity in an hour

      A Robin Red breast in a Cage

      Puts all Heaven in a Rage

      A dove house filld with doves & Pigeons

      Shudders Hell thro all its regions

      A dog starvd at his Masters Gate

      10 Predicts the ruin of the State

      A Horse misusd upon the Road

      Calls to Heaven for Human blood

      Each outcry of the hunted Hare

      A fibre from the Brain does tear

      A Skylark wounded in the wing

      A Cherubim does cease to sing

      The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight

      Does the Rising Sun affright

      Every Wolfs & Lions howl

      20 Raises from Hell a Human Soul

      The wild deer wandring here & there

      Keeps the Human Soul from Care

      The Lamb misusd breeds Public strife

      And yet forgives the Butchers Knife

      The Bat that flits at close of Eve

      Has left the Brain that wont Believe

      The Owl that calls upon the Night

      Speaks the Unbelievers fright

      He who shall hurt the little Wren

      30 Shall never be belovd by Men

      He who the Ox to wrath has movd

      Shall never be by Woman lovd

      The wanton Boy that kills the Fly

      Shall feel the Spiders enmity

      He who torments the Chafers sprite

      Weaves a Bower in endless Night

      The Catterpiller on the Leaf

      Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief

      Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly

      40 For the Last Judgment draweth nigh

      He who shall train the Horse to War

      Shall never pass the Polar Bar

      The Beggers Dog & Widows Cat

      Feed them & thou wilt grow fat

      The Gnat that sings his Summers song

      Poison gets from Slanders tongue

      The poison of the Snake & Newt

      Is the sweat of Envys Foot

      The Poison of the Honey Bee

      50 Is the Artists Jealousy

      The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags

      Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags

      A truth thats told with bad intent

      Beats all the Lies you can invent

      It is right it should be so

      Man was made for Joy & Woe

      And when this we rightly know

      Thro the World we safely go

      Joy & Woe are woven fine

      60 A Clothing for the Soul divine

      Under every grief & pine

      Runs a joy with silken twine

      The Babe is more than swadling Bands

      Throughout all these Human Lands

      Tools were made & Born were hands

      Every Farmer Understands

      Every Tear from Every Eye

      Becomes a Babe in Eternity

      This is caught by Females bright

      70 And returnd to its own delight

      The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar

      Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore

      The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath

      Writes Revenge in realms of death

      The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air

      Does to Rags the Heavens tear

      The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun

      Palsied strikes the Summers Sun

      The poor Mans Farthing is worth more

      80 Than all the Gold on Africs Shore

      One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands

      Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands

      Or if protected from on high

      Does that whole Nation sell & buy

      He who mocks the Infants Faith

      Shall be mock’d in Age & Death

      He who shall teach the Child to Doubt

      The rotting Grave shall neer get out

      He who respects the Infants faith

      90 Triumphs over Hell & Death

      The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons

      Are the Fruits of the Two seasons

      The Questioner who sits so sly

      Shall never know how to Reply

      He who replies to words of Doubt

      Doth put the Light of Knowledge out

      The Strongest Poison ever known

      Came from Caesars Laurel Crown

      Nought can deform the Human Race

      100 Like to the Armours iron brace

      When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow

      To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow

      A Riddle or the Crickets Cry

      Is to Doubt a fit Reply

      The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile

      Make Lame Philosophy to smile

      He who Doubts from what he sees

      Will neer Believe do what you Please

      If the Sun & Moon should doubt

      110 Theyd immediately Go out

      To be in a Passion you Good may do

      But no Good if a Passion
    is in you

      The Whore & Gambler by the State

      Licencd build that Nations Fate

      The Harlots cry from Street to Street

      Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet

      The Winners Shout the Losers Curse

      Dance before dead Englands Hearse

      Every Night & every Morn

      120 Some to Misery are Born

      Every Morn & every Night

      Some are Born to sweet delight

      Some are Born to sweet delight

      Some are Born to Endless Night

      We are led to Believe a Lie

      When we see [with] not Thro the Eye

      Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night

      When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light

      God Appears & God is Light

      130 To those poor Souls who dwell in Night

      But does a Human Form Display

      To those who Dwell in Realms of day

      LONG JOHN BROWN & LITTLE MARY BELL

      [Pretty] Little Mary Bell had a Fairy in a Nut

      [Young] Long John Brown had the Devil in his Gut

      [Young] Long John Brown lovd [Pretty] Little Mary Bell

      And the Fairy drew the Devil into the Nut-shell

      Her Fairy skipd out & her Fairy skipd in

      He laughd at the devil saying Love is a Sin

      The devil he raged & the devil he was wroth

      And the devil enterd into the Young Mans broth

      He was soon in the Gut of the loving Young Swain

      10 For John eat & drank to drive away Loves pain

      But all he could do he grew thinner & thinner

      Tho he eat & drank as much as ten Men for his dinner

      Some said he had a Wolf in his stomach day & night

      Some said he had the devil & they guessd right

      The fairy skipd about in his glory Joy & Pride

      And he laughd at the devil till poor John Brown died

      Then the Fairy skipd out of the old Nut shell

      And woe & alack for Pretty Mary Bell

      For the Devil crept in when the Fairy skipd out

      20 And there goes Miss Bell with her fusty old Nut

      WILLIAM BOND

      I wonder whether the Girls are mad

      And I wonder whether they mean to kill

      And I wonder if William Bond will die

      For assuredly he is very ill

      He went to Church in a May morning

      Attended by Fairies one two & three

      But the Angels of Providence drove them away

      And he returnd home in Misery

      He went not out to the Field nor Fold

      10 He went not out to the Village nor Town

      But he came home in a black black Cloud

      And took to his Bed & there lay down

      And an Angel of Providence at his Feet

      And an Angel of Providence at his Head

      And in the midst a Black Black Cloud

      And in the midst the Sick Man on his Bed

      And on his Right hand was Mary Green

      And on his Left hand was his Sister Jane

      And their tears fell thro the black black Cloud

      20 To drive away the sick mans pain

      O William if thou dost another Love

      Dost another Love better than poor Mary

      Go & take that other to be thy Wife

      And Mary Green shall her Servant be

      Yes Mary I do another Love

      Another I Love far better than thee

      And Another I will have for my Wife

      Then what have I to do with thee

      For thou art Melancholy Pale

      30 And on thy Head is the cold Moons shine

      But she is ruddy & bright as day

      And the sun beams dazzle from her eyne

      Mary trembled & Mary chilld

      And Mary fell down on the right hand floor

      That William Bond & his Sister Jane

      Scarce could recover Mary more

      When Mary woke & found her Laid

      On the Right hand of her William dear

      On the Right hand of his loved Bed

      40 And saw her William Bond so near

      The Fairies that fled from William Bond

      Danced around her Shining Head

      They danced over the Pillow white

      And the Angels of Providence left the Bed

      I thought Love livd in the hot sun shine

      But O he lives in the Moony light

      I thought to find Love in the heat of day

      But sweet Love is the Comforter of Night

      Seek Love in the Pity of others Woe

      50 In the gentle relief of anothers care

      In the darkness of night & the winters snow

      In the naked & outcast Seek Love there

      MILTON

      a Poem in 2 Books

      To Justify the Ways of God to Men

      PLATE 1

      PREFACE

      The Stolen and Perverted Writings of Homer & Ovid: of Plato & Cicero. which all Men ought to contemn: 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: & those Grand Works of the more ancient & consciously & professedly Inspired Men, will hold their proper rank, & the Daughters of Memory shall become the Daughters of Inspiration. Shakspeare & Milton were both curbd by the general malady & infection from the

      10 silly Greek & Latin slaves of the Sword.

      Rouze up O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the Camp, the Court & the University: who would if they could, for ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War. Painters! on you I call! Sculptors! Architects! Suffer not the fash[i]onable Fools to depress your powers by the prices they pretend to give for contemptible works or the expensive advertizing boasts that they make of such works; believe Christ & his Apostles that there is a Class of Men whose whole delight is in Destroying.

      20 We do not want either Greek or Roman Models if we are but just & true

      to our own Imaginations, those Worlds of Eternity in which we shall live for ever; in Jesus our Lord.

      And did those feet in ancient time.

      Walk upon Englands mountains green:

      And was the holy Lamb of God,

      On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

      And did the Countenance Divine,

      Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

      And was Jerusalem builded here,

      Among these dark Satanic Mills?

      Bring me my Bow of burning gold:

      10 Bring me my Arrows of desire:

      Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!

      Bring me my Chariot of fire!

      I will not cease from Mental Fight,

      Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:

      Till we have built Jerusalem,

      In Englands green & pleasant Land.

      Would to God that all the Lords people were Prophets.

      Numbers XI. ch 29 v.

      PLATE 2

      MILTON

      BOOK THE FIRST

      Daughters of Beulah! Muses who inspire the Poets Song

      Record the journey of immortal Milton thro’ your Realms

      Of terror & mild moony lustre, in soft sexual delusions

      Of varied beauty, to delight the wanderer and repose

      His burning thirst & 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, where by your ministry

      The Eternal Great Humanity Divine, planted his Paradise,

      And in it caus’d the Spectres of the Dead to take sweet forms

      10 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 Et
    ernal in the heavens of Albion, & before the Gates

      Of Jerusalem his Emanation, in the heavens beneath Beulah

      Say first! what mov’d Milton, who walkd about in Eternity

      One hundred years, pondring the intricate mazes of Providence

      Unhappy tho in heav’n, he obey’d, he murmur’d not. he was silent

      Viewing his Sixfold Emanation scatter’d thro’ the deep

      20 In torment! To go into the deep her to redeem & himself perish?

      What cause at length mov’d Milton to this unexampled deed?

      A Bards prophetic Song! for sitting at eternal tables, Terrific among the Sons of Albion in chorus solemn & 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 Los, & Woven

      PLATE 3

      By Enitharmons Looms when Albion was slain upon his Mountains

      And in his Tent, thro envy of Living Form, even of the Divine Vision

      And of the sports of Wisdom in the Human Imagination

      Which is the Divine Body of the Lord Jesus. blessed for ever.

      Mark well my words. they are of your eternal salvation:

      Urizen lay in darkness & solitude, in chains of the mind lock’d up

      Los siezd his Hammer & Tongs; he labourd at his resolute Anvil

      Among indefinite Druid rocks & snows of doubt & reasoning.

      Refusing all Definite Form, the Abstract Horror roofd. stony hard

      10 And a first Age passed over & 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 & a State of dismal woe.

      Rolling round into two little Orbs & closed in two little Caves

      The Eyes beheld the Abyss: lest bones of solidness freeze over all

      And a third Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.

      From beneath his Orbs of Vision, Two Ears in close volutions

      Shot spiring out in the deep darkness & petrified as they grew

      And a fourth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.

      20 Hanging upon the wind, Two Nostrils bent down into the Deep

      And a fifth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.

      In ghastly torment sick, a Tongue of hunger & thirst flamed out

      And a sixth Age passed over & a State of dismal woe.

      Enraged & stifled without & within: in terror & woe, he threw his

      Right Arm to the north, his left Arm to the south, & his Feet

      Stampd the nether Abyss in trembling & howling & dismay

      And a seventh Age passed over & a State of dismal woe

     
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