En la mitología de William Blake (véase Mitología de William Blake), Urizen (/ ˈjʊrɪzən/) es la Blake le retrata a Urizen en ocho de sus libros.. : El Libro de Urizen (Spanish Edition) (): William Blake: Books. PRELUDIUM TO THE BOOK OF URIZEN. Of the primeval Priests assum’d power, . When Eternals spurn’d back his religion;. And gave him a.
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Last updated Wednesday, December 17, at Of the primeval Priests assum’d power, When Eternals spurn’d back his religion; And gave him a place in the north, Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen In Eternity! Dark revolving in silent activity: Unseen in tormenting passions; An libbro unknown and ell A self-contemplating shadow, In enormous labours occupied. But Eternals beheld his vast forests Age on ages he lay, clos’d, unknown Brooding shut in the deep; all avoid The petrific abominable chaos.
His cold horrors silent, dark Urizen Prepar’d: Death was not, but eternal life sprung. From the depths of dark solitude.
From The eternal abode in my holiness, Hidden set apart in my stern counsels Reserv’d for the days of futurity, I have sought for a joy without pain, For a solid without fluctuation Why will you die O Eternals? Why kibro in unquenchable burnings? Natures wide womb And self balanc’d stretch’d o’er the void I alone, even I! Here alone I in books formd of metals Have written the secrets of wisdom The secrets of dark contemplation By fightings and conflicts dire, With terrible monsters Sin-bred: Which the bosoms of all inhabit; Seven deadly Sins of the soul.
I unfold my darkness: Laws blaake peace, of love, of unity: Of pity, compassion, forgiveness. Let each chuse one habitation: His ancient infinite mansion: The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity unclasping The Book of brass.
Rage siez’d the strong.
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And enormous williak of energy; All the seven deadly sins of the soul In living creations appear’d In the flames of eternal fury. Rent away with a terrible crash Eternity roll’d wide apart Wide asunder rolling Mountainous all around Departing; departing; departing: But no light from the fires. And a roof, vast petrific around, On all sides He fram’d: And Los round the dark globe of Urizen, Kept watch for Eternals to confine, The obscure separation alone; For Eternity stood wide apart, As the stars are apart from the earth.
Libeo wept howling around the dark Demon: And cursing his lot; for in anguish, Urizen was rent from his side; And a fathomless void for his feet; And intense fires for his dwelling. But Urizen laid in a stony sleep Unorganiz’d, rent from Eternity. Death Urizen is a clod of clay. Los howld in a dismal stupor, Groaning!
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Till the wrenching apart was healed. But the wrenching of Urizen heal’d not Cold, featureless, flesh or clay, Rifted with direful changes He lay in a dreamless night. Till Los rouz’d his fires, affrighted At the formless unmeasurable death. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones. Ages on ages roll’d over him! In stony sleep ages roll’d over him! Like a dark waste stretching chang’able By earthquakes riv’n, belching sullen fires On ages roll’d ages in ghastly Sick torment; around him in whirlwinds Of darkness the eternal Prophet howl’d Beating still on his rivets of iron Pouring sodor of iron; dividing The horrible night into watches.
White as the snow on the mountains cold. Restless turnd the immortal inchain’d Heaving dolorous! In a horrible dreamful slumber; Like the linked infernal chain; A vast Spine writh’d in torment Upon the winds; shooting pain’d Ribs, like a bending cavern And bones of solidness, froze Over all his nerves of joy. And a first Age passed over, And a state of dismal woe.
From the caverns of his jointed Spine, Down sunk with fright a red Round globe hot burning deep Deep down into the Abyss: Conglobing, Trembling Shooting out ten thousand branches Around his solid bones. And a second Age passed over, And a state of dismal woe. In harrowing fear rolling round; His nervous brain shot branches Round the branches of his heart. On high into two little orbs And fixed in two little caves Hiding carefully from the wind, His Eyes beheld the deep, And a third Age passed over: And a state of dismal woe.
The pangs of hope began, In heavy pain striving, struggling. Two Ears in close volutions. From beneath his orbs of vision Shot spiring out and petrified As they grew. And a fourth Age passed And a state of dismal woe. In ghastly torment sick; Hanging upon the wind; Two Nostrils bent down to the deep.
And a fifth Age passed over; And a state of dismal woe. And a sixth Age passed over: And a seventh Age passed over: In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, Hid their strong limbs in smoke. All the myriads of Eternity: Roll like a sea around him, Except what his little orbs Of sight by degrees unfold.
Los wept obscur’d with mourning: And now seen, now obscur’d, to the eyes Of Eternals, the visions remote Of the dark seperation appear’d. As glasses discover Worlds In the endless Abyss of space, So the expanding eyes of Immortals Beheld the dark visions of Los, And the globe of life blood trembling.
The globe of life blood trembled Branching out into roots; Fib’rous, writhing upon the winds; Fibres of blood, milk and tears; In pangs, eternity on eternity. All Eternity shudderd at sight Of the first female now separate Pale as a cloud of snow Waving before the face of Los. Wonder, awe, fear, astonishment, Petrify the eternal myriads; At the first female form now separate They call’d her Pity, and fled. They began to weave curtains of darkness They erected large pillars round the Void With golden hooks fastend in the pillars With infinite labour the Eternals A woof wove, and called it Science.
Eternity shudder’d when they saw, Man begetting his likeness, On his own divided image. Yet helpless it lay like a Worm In the trembling womb To be moulded into existence. The Eternals their tent finished Alarm’d with these gloomy visions When Enitharmon groaning Produc’d a man Child to the light. A shriek ran thro’ Eternity: And a paralytic stroke; At the birth of the Human shadow.
Delving earth in his resistless way; Howling, the Child with fierce flames Issu’d from Enitharmon. The Eternals, closed the tent They beat down the stakes the cords Stretch’d for urizwn work of eternity; No more Los beheld Eternity.
In his hands he siez’d the infant He bathed him in springs of sorrow He gave him to Enitharmon. They named the child Orc, he grew Fed with milk of Enitharmon. A tight’ning girdle grew, Around his bosom. In sobbings He burst the girdle in twain, But still another williaj Opressd his bosom, In sobbings Again he burst it. Again Another girdle succeeds The girdle was form’d by day; By night was burst in twain. These falling down on the rock Into an iron Chain Libdo each other link by link lock’d.
They took Orc to the top of a mountain.
O how Enitharmon wept! The dead heard the voice of the child And began to awake from sleep All things. And Urizen craving with hunger Stung with the odours of Nature Explor’d his dens around.
He form’d a dividing rule: He formed scales to weigh; He formed massy weights; He formed a brazen quadrant; He formed golden compasses And began to explore the Abyss And he planted a garden of fruits. And his world teemd vast enormities Frightning; faithless; fawning Portions of life; similitudes Of a foot, or a hand, or a head Or a heart, or an eye, they swam mischevous Dread terrors!
Grodna rent the deep earth howling Amaz’d! He in darkness clos’d, view’d all his race, And his soul sicken’d! Where ever the footsteps of Urizen Walk’d over the cities in sorrow. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities: Till the shrunken eyes clouded over Discernd not the woven hipocrisy But the streaky slime in their heavens Brought together by narrowing perceptions Appeard transparent air; for their eyes Grew small like the eyes of a man And in reptile forms shrinking together Of seven feet stature they remaind.
Six days they shrunk up from existence And on the seventh day they rested And they bless’d the seventh day, in sick hope: