Of the primeval Priest's assum'd power,
When Eternals spurn'd back his religion
And gave him a place in the north,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.
Eternals! I hear your call gladly.
Dictate swift winged words & fear not
To unfold your dark visions of torment.
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Preludium
in The first book of Urizen
1794
[Primeiro livro de Urizen | 1993 |
bilingual | ed: Assírio & Alvim|
transl: João Almeida Flor]
William Blake
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