Date: 1804
"Her Brain enlabyrinths the whole heaven of her bosom & loins / To put in act what her Heart wills"
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Date: c. 1804-1811, 1818
"For every human heart has gates of brass & bars of adamant, / Which few dare unbar because dread Og & Anak guard the gates"
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Date: c. 1804-1811, 1818
"Terrific! and each mortal brain is walld and moated round / Within"
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Date: c. 1804-1811, 1818
Og & Anak watch in the brain which "is the Seat / Of Satan in its Webs; for in brain and heart and loins / Gates open behind Satans Seat to the City of Golgonooza / Which is the spiritual fourfold London, in the loins of Albion"
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Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893
"Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain / And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light"
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Date: w. 1797-1807, published 1893
"he stores his thoughts / As in a store house in his memory he regulates the forms / Of all beneath & all above."
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Date: 1818?
"This Lifes dim Windows of the Soul / Distorts the Heavens from Pole to Pole / And leads you to Believe a Lie / When you see with not thro the Eye / That was born in a night to perish in a night / When the Soul slept in the beams of Light."
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Date: 1820
"Clothe it in words, and bid it clasp his throne / In intercession; bend thy soul in prayer, / And like a suppliant in some gorgeous fane, / Let the will kneel within thy haughty heart."
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Date: 1820
"Hypocrisy and custom make their minds / The fanes of many a worship, now outworn."
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Date: 1820
"Only a sense / Remains of them, like the omnipotence / Of music, when the inspired voice and lute / Languish, ere yet the responses are mute, / Which through the deep and labyrinthine soul, / Like echoes through long caverns, wind and roll."
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