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These are Beauty's sweetest dress.
Where thy little heart does rest.
Whose heart is wintry cold?
Where all love's pilgrims come.
Then down I'll lie as cold as clay.
True love doth pass away!
Brooding, secret, the dark power hid.
By the black winds of perturbation.
Combustion, blast, vapour and cloud.
Brooding secret, the dark power hid.
Why will you die O Eternals?
Why live in unquenchable burnings?
Seven deadly Sins of the soul.
The vast world of Urizen appear'd.
And intense fires for his dwelling.
Urizen is a clod of clay.
At the formless unmeasurable death.
6. And these were the changes of Urizen.
1. Ages on ages roll'd over him!
In stony sleep ages roll'd over him!
The horrible night into watches.
White as the snow on the mountains cold.
In an orb, his fountain of thought.
Over all his nerves of joy.
And a state of dismal woe.
Round the branches of his heart.
In heavy pain striving, struggling.
Two Ears in close volutions.
Two Nostrils bent down to the deep.
Of thirst & of hunger appeard.
In trembling & howling & dismay.
Hid their strong limbs in smoke.
Tho' bound in a deadly sleep.
Of sight by degrees unfold.
Struck horror into his soul.
Of the dark seperation appear'd.
In pangs, eternity on eternity.
That Eternals may no more behold them"
Felt a Worm within her womb.
Where was a worm before.
Produc'd a man Child to the light.
At the birth of the Human shadow.
No more Los beheld Eternity.
He gave him to Enitharmon.
2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain!
By night was burst in twain.
4. They took Orc to the top of a mountain.
And began to awake to life.
To divide the Abyss beneath.
From the sight of Urizen & Orc.
From the waters emerging, laments!
Flam'd out! first begotten, last born.
From monsters, & worms of the pit.
In weeping & pain & woe!
Walk'd over the cities in sorrow.
None could break the Web, no wings of fire.
Crying 'weep! weep!' in notes of woe!
And lock'd me up with a golden key.
And another pleasant Surrey bower.
And found a threefold kiss return'd.
I fill'd with woes the passing wind.
To be worshipp’d by the Church of Rome.
'What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song?
And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain.
When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs.
'Compel the poor to live upon a crust of bread, by soft mild arts.
And Man walks forth from midst of the fires: the evil is all consum'd.
The expanding eyes of Man behold the depths of wondrous worlds!
Calling the Plowman to his labour and the Shepherd to his rest.
Around the Furnaces and in evening sport upon the plains.
'How is it we have walk'd through fires and yet are not consum'd?
2 'My children die for lack of bread.
4 The Monk sat down on the stony bed.
8 Like to the roots of ancient trees.
10 A hollow groan first spoke his woe.
16 The bane of all that on Earth I lov'd.
20 My bent body mocks their torturing pain.
24 To avenge the wrongs thy Children feel.
26 They never can work War's overthrow.
28 Alone can free the World from fear.
32 Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow.
Of Jerusalem his Emanation, in the Heavens beneath Beulah!
Awake, awake, my little boy!
'O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
She walk'd with her Thomas in sweet delight.
Father, father, where are you going?
They trac'd the desert ways.
That the earth from sleep.
If her heart does ake.
Where'er he goes, and all his neighbourhood bewail his loss.
The ratio of the spectator's organs, but leave objects untouch'd.
That the remnant may learn to obey.
And milk and blood and glandous wine.
And the haycocks looked brown.
Are mercy, pity, and peace."
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.
The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day.
Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills.
And the lion glares through the dun forest.
Thy sacred dew; protect with them with thine influence.
For he hath rear'd his sceptre o'er the world.
Is driv'n yelling to his caves beneath mount Hecla.
And call'd aloud to English Blake.
At Lambeth beneath the poplar trees.
And turn'd him round three times three.
Answered with a ninefold yell.
And lock'd in his soul with a ninefold key; . . . Based on the passage above, Can you summarize the main themes or messages conveyed in William Blake's poetry?
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