But others of the Sons of Los build Moments and Minutes and Hours， And Days and Months and Years， and Ages and Periods： wondrous buildings！ And every ...
Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody poor； And Mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we. And mutual fear brings peace， Till the ...
The Sky is an immortal Tent built by the Sons of Los； And every Space that a Man views around his dwelling-place， Standing on his own roof， or in his ...
Thou hearest the Nightingale begin the Song of Spring： The Lark， sitting upon his earthy bed， just as the morn Appears， listens silent； then， springin...
And the Divine Voice was heard in the Songs of Beulah， saying： `When I first married you， I gave you all my whole soul； I thought that you would love ...
I Will sing you a song of Los， the Eternal Prophet： He sung it to four harps， at the tables of Eternity， In heart-formèd Africa. Urizen faded！ ...
The Negation is the Spectre， the Reasoning Power in Man： This is a false Body， an Incrustation over my Immortal Spirit， a Selfhood which must be put o...
My Garments shall be woven of sighs and heart-broken lamentations： The misery of unhappy Families shall be drawn out into its border， Wrought with the...
The Kings of Asia heard The howl rise up from Europe， And each ran out from his Web， From his ancient woven Den； For the darkness of Asia was startled...
Never seek to tell thy love， Love that never told can be； For the gentle wind does move Silently， invisibly. I told my love， I told my love， I told he...