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Anger me not thou canst not drive the Harrow in pitys paths. Thy Work is Eternal Death, with Mills & Ovens & Cauldrons. Trouble me no more. thou canst not have Eternal Life So Los spoke Satan trembling obeyd weeping along the way. Mark well my words, they are of your eternal Salvation Between South Molton Street & Stratford Place Calvarys foot Where the Victims were preparing for Sacrifice their Cherubim Around their loins pourd forth their arrows & their bosoms beam With all...

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Brooding Abstract Philosophy. to destroy Imagination, the Divine-Humanity A Three-fold Wonder feminine most beautiful Three-fold Each within other. On her white marble & even Neck, her Heart Inorb'd and bonified with locks of shadowing modesty, shining Over her beautiful Female features, soft flourishing in beauty Beams mild, all love and all perfection, that when the lips Recieve a kiss from Gods or Men, a threefold kiss returns From the pressd loveliness so her whole immortal form...

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For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core And no Smile that ever was smild But only one Smile alone TheSmile13 E483 TheSmile14 E483 TheSmile15 E483 TheSmile16 E483 That betwixt the Cradle & Grave It only once Smild can be But when it once is Smild Theres an end to all Misery Three Virgins at the break of day < t1220 The one was Clothd in flames of fire t1222 The other Clothd in tears & sighs t1224 I traveld thro' a Land of Men A Land of Men & Women too And heard & saw such dreadful...

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FZ3-41.13 E328 FZ3-41.14 E328 FZ3-41.15 E328 FZ3-41.16 E328 O I am nothing & to nothing must return again If thou withdraw thy breath, behold I am oblivion He ceasd the shadowy voice was silent but the cloud hoverd over their heads --For the late insertion of the name Albion on this page, see textual notes.-- In olden wreathes, the sorrow of Man & the balmy drops fell down And Lo that Son of Man, that shadowy Spirit of the Fallen One t646 Luvah, descended from the cloud In terror Albion...

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Around the fiery flaming Harrow in labyrinthine forms. And brooks between to intersect the meadows in their course. The Harrow cast thick flames Jehovah thunderd above Chaos & ancient night fled from beneath the fiery Harrow The Harrow cast thick flames & orb'd us round in concave fires A Hell of our own making. see, its flames still gird me round. Jehovah thunder'd above Satan in pride of heart Drove the fierce Harrow among the constellations of Jehovah Drawing a third part in the fires...