THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN

  AND HELL









  THE MARRIAGE OF

  HEAVEN AND HELL



  BY

  WILLIAM BLAKE





  [Illustration]





  BOSTON

  JOHN W. LUCE AND COMPANY

  1906









THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL









THE ARGUMENT





    Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burden'd air,

    Hungry clouds swag on the deep.



    Once meek, and in a perilous path

    The just man kept his course along

    The Vale of Death.

    Roses are planted where thorns grow,

    And on the barren heath

    Sing the honey bees.



    Then the perilous path was planted,

    And a river and a spring

    On every cliff and tomb;

    And on the bleached bones

    Red clay brought forth:

    Till the villain left the paths of ease

    To walk in perilous paths, and drive

    The just man into barren climes.



    Now the sneaking serpent walks

    In mild humility;

    And the just man rages in the wilds

    Where lions roam.



    Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burden'd air,

    Hungry clouds swag on the deep.





As a new heaven is begun, and it is now thirty-three years since its

advent, the Eternal Hell revives. And lo! Swedenborg is the angel

sitting at the tomb: his writings are the linen clothes folded up. Now

is the dominion of Edom, and the return of Adam into Paradise.--See

Isaiah xxxiv. and xxxv. chap.



Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason

and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.



From these contraries spring what the religious call Good and Evil.

Good is the passive that obeys reason; Evil is the active springing

from Energy.



Good is heaven. Evil is hell.









THE VOICE OF THE DEVIL





All Bibles or sacred codes have been the cause of the following

errors:--



1. That man has two real existing principles, viz., a Body and a Soul.



2. That Energy, called Evil, is alone from the Body; and that Reason,

called Good, is alone from the Soul.



3. That God will torment man in Eternity for following his Energies.



But the following contraries to these are true:--



1. Man has no Body distinct from his Soul. For that called Body is a

portion of Soul discerned by the five senses, the chief inlets of Soul

in this age.



2. Energy is the only life, and is from the Body; and Reason is the

bound or outward circumference of Energy.



3. Energy is Eternal Delight.



Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be

restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place and governs

the unwilling.



And being restrained, it by degrees becomes passive, till it is only

the shadow of desire.



The history of this is written in Paradise Lost, and the Governor or

Reason is called Messiah.



And the original Archangel or possessor of the command of the heavenly

host is called the Devil, or Satan, and his children are called Sin and

Death.



But in the book of Job, Milton's Messiah is called Satan.



For this history has been adopted by both parties.



It indeed appeared to Reason as if desire was cast out, but the

Devil's account is, that the Messiah fell, and formed a heaven of what

he stole from the abyss.



This is shown in the Gospel, where he prays to the Father to send the

Comforter or desire that Reason may have ideas to build on, the Jehovah

of the Bible being no other than he who dwells in flaming fire. Know

that after Christ's death he became Jehovah.



But in Milton, the Father is Destiny, the Son a ratio of the five

senses, and the Holy Ghost vacuum!





_Note._--The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and

God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true

poet, and of the Devil's party without knowing it.









A MEMORABLE FANCY





As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments

of Genius, which to Angels look like torment and insanity, I collected

some of their proverbs, thinking that as the sayings used in a nation

mark its character, so the proverbs of Hell show the nature of infernal

wisdom better than any description of buildings or garments.



When I came home, on the abyss of the five senses, where a flat-sided

steep frowns over the present world, I saw a mighty Devil folded in

black clouds hovering on the sides of the rock; with corroding fires

he wrote the following sentence now perceived by the minds of men, and

read by them on earth:--



    "How do you know but every bird

        that cuts the airy way

    Is an immense world of delight,

        closed by your senses five?"









PROVERBS OF HELL





In seed-time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.



Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead.



The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.



Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.



He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.



The cut worm forgives the plough.



Dip him in the river who loves water.



A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.



He whose face gives no light shall never become a star.



Eternity is in love with the productions of time.



The busy bee has no time for sorrow.



The hours of folly are measured by the clock, but of wisdom no clock

can measure.



All wholesome food is caught without a net or a trap.



Bring out number, weight, and measure in a year of dearth.



No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.



A dead body revenges not injuries.



The most sublime act is to set another before you.



If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.



Folly is the cloak of knavery.



Shame is Pride's cloak.



Prisons are built with stones of law, brothels with bricks of religion.



The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.



The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.



The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.



The nakedness of woman is the work of God.



Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.



The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy

sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of Eternity too great for

the eye of man.



The fox condemns the trap, not himself.



Joys impregnate, sorrows bring forth.



Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep.



The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.



The selfish smiling fool and the sullen frowning fool shall be both

thought wise that they may be a rod.



What is now proved was once only imagined.



The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbit watch the roots; the lion, the

tiger, the horse, the elephant watch the fruits.



The cistern contains, the fountain overflows.



One thought fills immensity.



Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you.



Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.



The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the

crow.



The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion.



Think in the morning, act in the noon, eat in the evening, sleep in the

night.



He who has suffered you to impose on him knows you.



As the plough follows words, so God rewards prayers.



The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.



Expect poison from the standing water.



You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.



Listen to the fool's reproach; it is a kingly title.



The eyes of fire, the nostrils of air, the mouth of water, the beard

of earth.



The weak in courage is strong in cunning.



The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion the

horse how he shall take his prey.



The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.



If others had not been foolish we should have been so.



The soul of sweet delight can never be defiled.



When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius. Lift up thy

head!



As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so

the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.



To create a little flower is the labour of ages.



Damn braces; bless relaxes.



The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.



Prayers plough not; praises reap not; joys laugh not; sorrows weep not.



The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands and

feet Proportion.



As the air to a bird, or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the

contemptible.



The crow wished everything was black; the owl that everything was white.



Exuberance is Beauty.



If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning.



Improvement makes straight roads, but the crooked roads without

Improvement are roads of Genius.



Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.



Where man is not, nature is barren.



Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not to be believed.



Enough! or Too much.



       *       *       *       *       *



The ancient poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses,

calling them by the names and adorning them with properties of woods,

rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged

and numerous senses could perceive. And particularly they studied the

Genius of each city and country, placing it under its mental deity.

Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of and enslaved the

vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from

their objects. Thus began Priesthood. Choosing forms of worship from

poetic tales. And at length they pronounced that the Gods had ordered

such things. Thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human

breast.









A MEMORABLE FANCY





The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how

they dared so roundly to assert that God spoke to them, and whether

they did not think at the time that they would be misunderstood, and so

be the cause of imposition.



Isaiah answered: "I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical

perception: but my senses discovered the infinite in everything; and as

I was then persuaded, and remained confirmed, that the voice of honest

indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences, but

wrote."



Then I asked: "Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?"



He replied: "All poets believe that it does, and in ages of imagination

this firm persuasion removed mountains; but many are not capable of a

firm persuasion of anything."



Then Ezekiel said: "The philosophy of the East taught the first

principles of human perception; some nations held one principle for

the origin, and some another. We of Israel taught that the Poetic

Genius (as you now call it) was the first principle, and all the others

merely derivative, which was the cause of our despising the Priests and

Philosophers of other countries, and prophesying that all Gods would

at last be proved to originate in ours, and to be the tributaries of

the Poetic Genius. It was this that our great poet King David desired

so fervently, and invokes so pathetically, saying by this he conquers

enemies and governs kingdoms; and we so loved our God that we cursed

in His name all the deities of surrounding nations, and asserted that

they had rebelled. From these opinions the vulgar came to think that

all nations would at last be subject to the Jews.



"This," said he, "like all firm persuasions, is come to pass, for all

nations believe the Jews' code, and worship the Jews' God; and what

greater subjection can be?"



I heard this with some wonder, and must confess my own conviction.

After dinner I asked Isaiah to favour the world with his lost works; he

said none of equal value was lost. Ezekiel said the same of his.



I also asked Isaiah what made him go naked and barefoot three years. He

answered: "The same that made our friend Diogenes the Grecian."



I then asked Ezekiel why he ate dung, and lay so long on his right

and left side. He answered: "The desire of raising other men into a

perception of the infinite. This the North American tribes practise.

And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience, only for the

sake of present ease or gratification?"



       *       *       *       *       *



The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the

end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell.



For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his

guard at [the] tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will

be consumed and appear infinite and holy, whereas it now appears finite

and corrupt.



This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment.



But first the notion that man has a body distinct from his soul is

to be expunged; this I shall do by printing in the infernal method by

corrosives, which in Hell are salutary and medicinal, melting apparent

surfaces away, and displaying the infinite which was hid.



If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man

as it is, infinite.



For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow

chinks of his cavern.









A MEMORABLE FANCY





I was in a printing-house in Hell, and saw the method in which

knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation.



In the first chamber was a dragon-man, clearing away the rubbish from a

cave's mouth; within, a number of dragons were hollowing the cave.



In the second chamber was a viper folding round the rock and the cave,

and others adorning it with gold, silver, and precious stones.



In the third chamber was an eagle with wings and feathers of air; he

caused the inside of the cave to be infinite; around were numbers of

eagle-like men, who built palaces in the immense cliffs.



In the fourth chamber were lions of flaming fire raging around and

melting the metals into living fluids.



In the fifth chamber were unnamed forms, which cast the metals into the

expanse.



There they were received by men who occupied the sixth chamber, and

took the forms of books, and were arranged in libraries.



       *       *       *       *       *



The Giants who formed this world into its sensual existence and now

seem to live in it in chains are in truth the causes of its life and

the sources of all activity, but the chains are the cunning of weak

and tame minds, which have power to resist energy, according to the

proverb, "The weak in courage is strong in cunning."



Thus one portion of being is the Prolific, the other the Devouring. To

the devourer it seems as if the producer was in his chains; but it is

not so, he only takes portions of existence, and fancies that the whole.



But the Prolific would cease to be prolific unless the Devourer as a

sea received the excess of his delights.



Some will say, "Is not God alone the Prolific?" I answer: "God only

acts and is in existing beings or men."



These two classes of men are always upon earth, and they should be

enemies: whoever tries to reconcile them seeks to destroy existence.



Religion is an endeavour to reconcile the two.





_Note._--Jesus Christ did not wish to unite but to separate them, as

in the parable of sheep and goats; and He says: "I came not to send

peace, but a sword."



Messiah, or Satan, or Tempter, was formerly thought to be one of the

antediluvians who are our Energies.









A MEMORABLE FANCY





An Angel came to me and said: "O pitiable foolish young man! O

horrible, O dreadful state! Consider the hot burning dungeon thou art

preparing for thyself to all Eternity, to which thou art going in such

career."



I said: "Perhaps you will be willing to show me my eternal lot, and we

will contemplate together upon it, and see whether your lot or mine is

most desirable."



So he took me through a stable, and through a church, and down into

the church vault, at the end of which was a mill; through the mill we

went, and came to a cave; down the winding cavern we groped our tedious

way, till a void boundless as a nether sky appeared beneath us, and we

held by the roots of trees, and hung over this immensity; but I said:

"If you please, we will commit ourselves to this void, and see whether

Providence is here also; if you will not, I will." But he answered: "Do

not presume, O young man; but as we here remain, behold thy lot, which

will soon appear when the darkness passes away."



So I remained with him sitting in the twisted root of an oak; he was

suspended in a fungus, which hung with the head downward into the deep.



By degrees we beheld the infinite abyss, fiery as the smoke of a

burning city; beneath us at an immense distance was the sun, black but

shining; round it were fiery tracks on which revolved vast spiders,

crawling after their prey, which flew, or rather swum, in the infinite

deep, in the most terrific shapes of animals sprung from corruption;

and the air was full of them, and seemed composed of them. These are

Devils, and are called powers of the air. I now asked my companion

which was my eternal lot. He said: "Between the black and white

spiders."



But now, from between the black and white spiders, a cloud and fire

burst and rolled through the deep, blackening all beneath so that the

nether deep grew black as a sea, and rolled with a terrible noise.

Beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, till looking

East between the clouds and the waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed

with fire, and not many stones' throw from us appeared and sunk again

the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent. At last to the East, distant

about three degrees, appeared a fiery crest above the waves; slowly

it reared like a ridge of golden rocks, till we discovered two globes

of crimson fire, from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke; and

now we saw it was the head of Leviathan. His forehead was divided into

streaks of green and purple, like those on a tiger's forehead; soon we

saw his mouth and red gills hang just above the raging foam, tinging

the black deeps with beams of blood, advancing toward us with all the

fury of a spiritual existence.



My friend the Angel climbed up from his station into the mill. I

remained alone, and then this appearance was no more; but I found

myself sitting on a pleasant bank beside a river by moonlight, hearing

a harper who sung to the harp; and his theme was: "The man who never

alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the

mind."



But I arose, and sought for the mill, and there I found my Angel, who,

surprised, asked me how I escaped.



I answered: "All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics; for when

you ran away, I found myself on a bank by moonlight, hearing a harper.

But now we have seen my eternal lot, shall I show you yours?" He

laughed at my proposal; but I by force suddenly caught him in my arms,

and flew Westerly through the night, till we were elevated above the

earth's shadow; then I flung myself with him directly into the body

of the sun; here I clothed myself in white, and taking in my hand

Swedenborg's volumes, sunk from the glorious clime, and passed all the

planets till we came to Saturn. Here I stayed to rest, and then leaped

into the void between Saturn and the fixed stars.



"Here," said I, "is your lot; in this space, if space it may be

called." Soon we saw the stable and the church, and I took him to the

altar and opened the Bible, and lo! it was a deep pit, into which I

descended, driving the Angel before me. Soon we saw seven houses of

brick. One we entered. In it were a number of monkeys, baboons, and

all of that species, chained by the middle, grinning and snatching at

one another, but withheld by the shortness of their chains. However, I

saw that they sometimes grew numerous, and then the weak were caught

by the strong, and with a grinning aspect, first coupled with and then

devoured by plucking off first one limb and then another till the body

was left a helpless trunk; this, after grinning and kissing it with

seeming fondness, they devoured too. And here and there I saw one

savourily picking the flesh off his own tail. As the stench terribly

annoyed us both, we went into the mill; and I in my hand brought the

skeleton of a body, which in the mill was Aristotle's Analytics.



So the Angel said: "Thy phantasy has imposed upon me, and thou oughtest

to be ashamed."



I answered: "We impose on one another, and it is but lost time to

converse with you whose works are only Analytics."



       *       *       *       *       *



"I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves

as the only wise; this they do with a confident insolence sprouting

from systematic reasoning.



"Thus Swedenborg boasts that what he writes is new; though it is only

the contents or index of already published books.



"A man carried a monkey about for a show, and because he was a little

wiser than the monkey, grew vain, and conceived himself as much

wiser than seven men. It is so with Swedenborg; he shows the folly

of churches, and exposes hypocrites, till he imagines that all are

religious, and himself the single one on earth that ever broke a net.



"Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new truth. Now

hear another: he has written all the old falsehoods.



"And now hear the reason: he conversed with Angels who are all

religious, and conversed not with Devils who all hate religion, for he

was incapable through his conceited notions.



"Thus Swedenborg's writings are a recapitulation of all superficial

opinions, and an analysis of the more sublime, but no further.



"Have now another plain fact: any man of mechanical talents may from

the writings of Paracelsus or Jacob Behmen produce ten thousand

volumes of equal value with Swedenborg's, and from those of Dante or

Shakespeare an infinite number.



"But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than

his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine."









A MEMORABLE FANCY





Once I saw a Devil in a flame of fire, who arose before an Angel that

sat on a cloud, and the Devil uttered these words: "The worship of God

is, honouring His gifts in other men each according to his genius, and

loving the greatest men best. Those who envy or calumniate great men

hate God, for there is no other God."



The Angel hearing this became almost blue, but mastering himself he

grew yellow, and at last white-pink and smiling, and then replied:

"Thou idolater, is not God One? and is not He visible in Jesus

Christ? and has not Jesus Christ given His sanction to the law of ten

commandments? and are not all other men fools, sinners, and nothings?"



The Devil answered: "Bray a fool in a mortar with wheat, yet shall not

his folly be beaten out of him. If Jesus Christ is the greatest man,

you ought to love Him in the greatest degree. Now hear how He has given

His sanction to the law of ten commandments. Did He not mock at the

Sabbath, and so mock the Sabbath's God? murder those who were murdered

because of Him? turn away the law from the woman taken in adultery,

steal the labour of others to support Him? bear false witness when

He omitted making a defence before Pilate? covet when He prayed for

His disciples, and when He bid them shake off the dust of their feet

against such as refused to lodge them? I tell you, no virtue can exist

without breaking these ten commandments. Jesus was all virtue, and

acted from impulse, not from rules."



When he had so spoken, I beheld the Angel, who stretched out his arms

embracing the flame of fire, and he was consumed, and arose as Elijah.





_Note._--This Angel, who is now become a Devil, is my particular

friend; we often read the Bible together in its infernal or diabolical

sense, which the world shall have if they behave well.



I have also the Bible of Hell, which the world shall have whether they

will or no.



One law for the lion and ox is Oppression.









A SONG OF LIBERTY





1. The Eternal Female groan'd; it was heard over all the earth:



2. Albion's coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint.



3. Shadows of prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers, and

mutter across the ocean. France, rend down thy dungeon!



4. Golden Spain, burst the barriers of old Rome!



5. Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep--down falling, even to eternity

down falling;



6. And weep!



7. In her trembling hands she took the new-born terror, howling.



8. On those infinite mountains of light now barr'd out by the Atlantic

sea, the new-born fire stood before the starry king.



9. Flagg'd with grey-brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the jealous

wings wav'd over the deep.



10. The speary hand burn'd aloft; unbuckled was the shield; forth went

the hand of jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl'd the new-born

wonder through the starry night.



11. The fire, the fire is falling!



12. Look up! look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance! O

Jew, leave counting gold; return to thy oil and wine! O African, black

African! (Go, winged thought, widen his forehead.)



13. The fiery limbs, the flaming hair shot like the sinking sun into

the Western sea.



14. Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled away.



15. Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous king, his

grey-brow'd councillors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among

helms and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants, banners, castles,

slings, and rocks.



16. Falling, rushing, ruining; buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens.



17. All night beneath the ruins; then their sullen flames, faded,

emerge round the gloomy king.



18. With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts through the waste

wilderness, he promulgates his ten commandments, glancing his beamy

eyelids over the deep in dark dismay.



19. Where the Son of Fire in his Eastern cloud, while the Morning

plumes her golden breast,



20. Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law

to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying:

"Empire is no more! and now the lion and wolf shall cease."









CHORUS





Let the Priests of the Raven of Dawn, no longer in deadly black, with

hoarse note curse the Sons of Joy. Nor his accepted brethren whom,

tyrant, he calls free, lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale

religious lechery call that virginity that wishes, but acts not!



For everything that lives is holy.











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