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.47; E165| Sighing to melt his Giant beauty, on the moony river.J20.1; E165| But when they saw Albion fall'n upon mild Lambeths vale:J20.2; E165| Astonish'd! Terrified! they hover'd over his Giant limbs.J20.3; E165| Then thus Jerusalem spoke, while Vala wove the veil of tears:J20.4; E165| Weeping in pleadings of Love, in the web of despair.J20.5; E165| Wherefore hast thou shut me into the winter of human lifeJ20.6; E165| And clos'd up the sweet regions of youth and virgin innocence:J20.7; E165| Where we live, forgetting error, not pondering on evil:J20.8; E165| Among my lambs & brooks of water, among my warbling birds:J20.9; E165| Where we delight in innocence before the face of the Lamb:J20.10; E165| Going in and out before him in his love and sweet affection.J20.11; E165| Vala replied weeping & trembling, hiding in her veil.J20.12; E165| When winter rends the hungry family and the snow falls:J20.13; E165| Upon the ways of men hiding the paths of man and beast,J20.14; E165| Then mourns the wanderer: then he repents his wanderings & eyesJ20.15; E165| The distant forest; then the slave groans in the dungeon of stone.J20.16; E165| The captive in the mill of the stranger, sold for scanty hire.J20.17; E165| They view their former life: they number moments over and over;J20.18; E165| Stringing them on their remembrance as on a thread of sorrow.J20.19; E165| Thou art my sister and my daughter! thy shame is mine also! J20.20; E165| Ask me not of my griefs! thou knowest all my griefs.J20.21; E165| Jerusalem answer'd with soft tears over the valleys.J20.22; E165| O Vala what is Sin? that thou shudderest and weepestJ20.23; E165| At sight of thy once lov'd Jerusalem! What is Sin but a littleJ20.24; E165| Error & fault that is soon forgiven; but mercy is not a SinJ20.25; E165| Nor pity nor love nor kind forgiveness! O! if I have SinnedJ20.26; E165| Forgive & pity me! O! unfold thy Veil in mercy & love!J20.27; E165| Slay not my little ones, beloved Virgin daughter of BabylonJ20.28; E165| Slay not my infant loves & graces, beautiful daughter of MoabJ20.29; E165| I cannot put off the human form I strive but strive in vainJ20.30; E165| When Albion rent thy beautiful net of gold and silver twine;J20.31; E165| Thou hadst woven it with art, thou hadst caught me in the bandsJ20.32; E165| Of love; thou refusedst to let me go: Albion beheld thy beautyJ20.33; E165| Beautiful thro' our Love's comeliness, beautiful thro' pity.J20.34; E165| The Veil shone with thy brightness in the eyes of Albion,J20.35; E165| Because it inclosd pity & love; because we lov'd one-another!J20.36; E165| Albion lov'd thee! he rent thy Veil! he embrac'd thee! he lov'd thee!J20.37; E165| Astonish'd at his beauty & perfection, thou forgavest his furious love:J20.38; E165| I redounded from Albions bosom in my virgin loveliness.J20.39; E165| The Lamb of God reciev'd me in his arms he smil'd upon us:J20.40; E166| He made me his Bride & Wife: he gave thee to Albion.J20.41; E166| Then was a time of love: O why is it passed away!J20.42; E166| Then Albion broke silence and with groans reply'dJ21.1; E166| O Vala! O Jerusalem! do you delight in my groansJ21.2; E166| You O lovely forms, you have prepared my death-cup:J21.3; E166| The disease of Shame covers me from head to feet: I have no hopeJ21.4; E166| Every boil upon my body is a separate & deadly Sin.J21.5; E166| Doubt first assaild me, then Shame took possession of meJ21.6; E166| Shame divides Families.Shame hath divided Albion in sunder!J21.7; E166| First fled my Sons, & then my Daughters, then my Wild AnimationsJ21.8; E166| My Cattle next, last ev'n the Dog of my Gate.the Forests fledJ21.9; E166| The Corn-fields, & the breathing Gardens outside separatedJ21.10; E166| The Sea; the Stars: the Sun: the Moon: drivn forth by my diseaseJ21.11; E166| All is Eternal Death unless you can weave a chasteJ21.12; E166| Body over an unchaste Mind! Vala! O that thou wert pure!J21.13; E166| That the deep wound of Sin might be clos'd up with the Needle,J21.14; E166| And with the Loom: to cover Gwendolen & Ragan with costly Robes J21.15; E166| Of Natural Virtue, for their Spiritual forms without a VeilJ21.16; E166| Wither in Luvahs Sepulcher.I thrust him from my presenceJ21.17; E166| And all my Children followd his loud howlings into the Deep.J21.18; E166| Jerusalem! dissembler Jerusalem! I look into thy bosom:J21.19; E166| I discover thy secret places: Cordella! I beholdJ21.20; E166| Thee whom I thought pure as the heavens in innocence & fear:J21.21; E166| Thy Tabernacle taken down, thy secret Cherubim disclosedJ21.22; E166| Art thou broken? Ah me Sabrina, running by my side:J21.23; E166| In childhood what wert thou? unutterable anguish! ConwennaJ21.24; E166| Thy cradled infancy is most piteous.O hide, O hide!J21.25; E166| Their secret gardens were made paths to the traveller:J21.26; E166| I knew not of their secret loves with those I hated most,J21.27; E166| Nor that their every thought was Sin & secret appetiteJ21.28; E166| Hyle sees in fear, he howls in fury over them, Hand seesJ21.29; E166| In jealous fear: in stern accusation with cruel stripesJ21.30; E166| He drives them thro' the Streets of Babylon before my face:J21.31; E166| Because they taught Luvah to rise into my clouded heavensJ21.32; E166| Battersea and Chelsea mourn for Cambel & Gwendolen!J21.33; E166| Hackney and Holloway sicken for Estrild & Ignoge!J21.34; E166| Because the Peak, Malvern & Cheviot Reason in CrueltyJ21.35; E166| Penmaenmawr & Dhinas-bran Demonstrate in UnbeliefJ21.36; E166| Manchester & Liverpool are in tortures of Doubt & Despairt268J21.37; E166| Malden & Colchester Demonstrate: I hear my Childrens voicesJ21.38; E166| I see their piteous faces gleam out upon the cruel windsJ21.39; E166| From Lincoln & Norwich, from Edinburgh & Monmouth:J21.40; E166| I see them distant from my bosom scoured along the roadsJ21.41; E166| Then lost in clouds; I hear their tender voices! clouds divideJ21.42; E167| I see them die beneth the whips of the Captains! they are takenJ21
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