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Edwin Ellis The works of William Blake, poetic… (1893)

And Los has Other sons than those that wear the look of stars, flies, or flowers. — These are the spiritual forces themselves. They form the corporeal, and they divide Time into its divisions and unite it again like a healed wound till six thousand years are seen to be less than a moment, notwithstanding the tent of its minutes, the golden entrance to its hours, the adamantine gates of each of its days and nights, the pure terrace of the months, the high towers of the years, the deep moats around the ages, the all other work of Fairy hands, that do the bidding of the Spirit of Prophesy.
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Edwin Ellis The works of William Blake, poetic… (1893)

But Blake's use of this image is his own. The maiden queen, the body, a portion of mind that is female as distinct from the intellect, whether in man or woman, hides its heart's delight from, its own simplicity till childhood is over. So the simplicity flies. Morn, the young imagination, blushes. But jealous fears take the weapons of Urizen, and in return find that they have deceived the poor mortal, who is a prisoner in his own armour, till innocence that should have saved him from the folly of modesty only returns to find him in the helpless purity of senility.
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Edwin Ellis The works of William Blake, poetic… (1893)

The ox is natural strength, the dog is natural craving. So Urizen wept, and called it Pity, and his tears flowed down on the winds; and the air being the region of the heart, tears became to him the Eve within his ribs, as the drop of blood to Los.
6. And his tears fructified the region of air in their way, for they were breathed in by his nostrils that lead to error, the world when everything that enters becomes a self-hood. And the cold shadow so born followed him wherever he went over the three-fold infinite number, or thrice ten abodes, or cities, of his numerous divided offspring.
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