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plates 25-27
1.</i> The eternal female groan'd! It was heard all over the earth.
2.</i> Albion's coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint!
3.</i> Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers
and mutter across the ocean: France, rend down thy dungeon;
4.</i> Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome;
5.</i> Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep falling, even to eternity down falling,
6.</i> And weep and bow thy reverend locks.
7.</i> In her trembling hands she took the new born terror, howling;
8.</i> On those infinite mountains of light, now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea,
the new born fire stood before the starry king!
9.</i> Flag'd with grey brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
10.</i> The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield;
forth went the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair,
and hurl'd the new born wonder thro' the starry night.
11.</i> The fire, the fire is falling!
12.</i> Look up! Look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance:
O Jew. Leave counting gold! Return to thy oil and wine. O African!
Black African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead)
13.</i> The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun into the western sea.
14.</i> Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the h*ary element roaring fled away;
15.</i> Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king; his grey brow'd councellors,
thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields,
and chariots, horses, elephants: banners, castles, slings, and rocks.
16.</i> Falling, rushing, ruining! Buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens;
17.</i> All night beneath the ruins, then, their sullen flames faded,
emerge round the gloomy king.
18.</i> With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts thro' the waste
wilderness, he promulgates his ten commands, glancing his beamy eyelids
over the deep in dark dismay,
19.</i> where the son of fire in his eastern cloud,
while the morning plumes her golden breast,
20.</i> spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust,
loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying: empire is no more!
And now the lion & wolf shall cease.
Let the priests of the raven of dawn, no longer
in deadly black with h*arse note curse the sons of joy.
Nor his accepted brethren, whom, tyrant,
he calls free: lay the bound or build the roof.
Nor pale religious letchery call the virginity that wishes but acts not!
For every thing that lives is holy