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Where Was a Worm Before
03:23
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Year of Dearth
06:21
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Pharaohs, Maris, and Sesostris did
to task their subjects to build
unnecessary pyramids, obelisks,
labyrinths, channels and lakes,
gigantic works all, to divert
them from rebellion and riot
Today new lords and officers created
tomorrow of some great men deposed
and then again of fresh honours conferred
one is let loose, another imprisoned
one purchaseth, another breaketh
he thrives, his neighbour turns bankrupt
Now plenty, then again lack and famine
one runs, another rides, wrangles, laughs, weeps
Fire, and hail, and famine, and dearth,
all these are created for vengeance
Are you shaken with wars?
Are you molested with dearth and famine?
Is your health crushed with raging diseases?
Are you tormented with epidemical maladies?
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Raged with curses and sparkles of fury
Round the flames roll
As Los hurls his chains
Mounting up from his fury
Rolling round and round
Mounting on high into vacuum
Into non-entity where nothing was
Dashed wide apart his feet
Stamp the eternal fierce-raging
Rivers of wide flame
In trembling and horror they beheld him
Stood wide apart, driven by his hands
And his feet, which the nether abyss
Stamped in fury and indignation
Into fiery spheres from his fury
The gigantic flames trembled and hid
Coldness, darkness, obstruction, a solid
Without fluctuation, hard as adamant
Black as marble of Egypt, impenetrable
Bound in the fierce raging Immortal
And the separated fires froze in
A vast solid without fluctuation,
Bound in his expanding clear senses
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Mother of Maladies
03:47
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Whom fire spares, sea doth drown; whom sea,
Pestilent air doth send to clay;
Whom war 'scapes, sickness takes away
And yet with crimes to us unknown,
Our sons shall mark the coming age their own
And yet with crimes to us unknown,
Our sons shall mark the coming age their own
The coming age their own
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Woe and Wailing
02:32
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Oberon's Forests
04:38
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They run earnestly in this labyrinth
of anxious, melancholy meditations
And cannot well or willingly refrain
winding and unwinding themselves
As so many clocks
and still pleasing their humours
they being now habituated
to such vain meditations and solitary places
But see the madman rage downright
With furious looks, a ghastly sight
Naked in chains bound doth he lie,
And roars amain he knows not why!
Observe him; for as in a glass,
Thine angry portraiture it was
His picture keeps still in thy presence;
'Twixt him and thee, there's no difference
Deeper labyrinths of the mind
Deeper labyrinths of the mind
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