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Milton: A Poem (The Illuminated Books of William Blake, Vol 5) QUOTES

Milton: A Poem (The Illuminated Books of William Blake, Vol 5) QUOTES

1 " Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness/ Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment. "

― William Blake , Milton: A Poem (The Illuminated Books of William Blake, Vol 5)

2 " There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true. This place is called Beulah. it is a pleasant lovely Shadow, where no dispute can come, because of those who sleep. "

― William Blake , Milton: A Poem (The Illuminated Books of William Blake, Vol 5)

3 " And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

Bring me my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green & pleasant Land. "

― William Blake , Milton: A Poem (The Illuminated Books of William Blake, Vol 5)

4 " Satan & Adam are States Created into Twenty-seven Churches
And thou O Milton art a state about to be created
Called Eternal Annihilation that none but the Living shall
Dare to enter: & they shall enter triumphant over Death
And Hell & the Grave: States that are not, but ah! Seem to be.

Judge then of thy Own Self: thy Eternal Lineaments explore
What is Eternal & what Changeable & what Annihilable:
The Imagination is not a State: it is the Human Existence itself
Affection or Love becomes a State, when divided from Imagination
The Memory is a State always, & the Reason is a State
Created to be Annihilated & a new Ratio Created
Whatever can be Created can be Annihilated Forms cannot
The Oak is cut down by the Ax, the Lamb falls by the knife
But their Forms Eternal Exist, For-ever.
Amen Hallelujah "

― William Blake , Milton: A Poem (The Illuminated Books of William Blake, Vol 5)