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    The Poetry Of Hell
    The Poetry Of Hell
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    The Poetry Of Hell

    By William Blake

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    It is often said that two things are unavoidable; Death and Taxes. Certainly the latter is a common thorn in adult life but as to the former it seems that for many people it is merely a hiccup in Life’s eternal journey. A journey they wish, if being of good deed and character, to share at the eternity of Heaven’s largesse, a reward for Faith and the obligations of Religion. Of course for those not so fortunate an altogether different experience was prepared for them; Hell. Its nightmare visions so terrifying conjured up by Dante and Milton. Here we have gathered together verse by such luminaries as William Blake, Gerald Manley Hopkins, John Milton, Ben Jonson, Rupert Brooke and of course many others to share their thoughts and vision.

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    Release dateJan 21, 2014
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    William Blake

    William Blake was born in London in 1757. He was apprenticed to a master engraver and then studied at the Royal Academy under the guidance of Joshua Reynolds. In 1789 he engraved and published Songs of Innocence and the contrasting Songs of Experience came later in 1794. A poet, painter and printmaker of great originality and imagination, his work was largely unrecognized during his lifetime and he struggled to make a living. Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of both the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. He died in 1827.

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      The Poetry Of Hell - William Blake

      The Poetry Of Hell

      An Introduction.

      It is often said that two things are unavoidable; Death and Taxes. Certainly the latter is a common thorn in adult life but as to the former it seems that for many people it is merely a hiccup in Life’s eternal journey. A journey they wish, if being of good deed and character, to share at the eternity of Heaven’s largesse, a reward for Faith and the obligations of Religion. Of course for those not so fortunate an altogether different experience was prepared for them; Hell. Its nightmare visions so terrifying conjured up by Dante and Milton. Here we have gathered together verse by such luminaries as William Blake, Charles Baudelaire, John Milton, Dante and, of course, many others to share their thoughts and vision.

      Index Of Poems

      Hades by Robert C O Benjamon

      In Purgatory by John Bannister Tabb

      Poe’s Purgatory by John Bannister Tabb

      Christ’s Descent Into Purgatory, By Giorgione, At Venice by Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton

      Love In Hades by Robert Crawford

      Dance Of The Hanged Men by Arthur Rimbaud

      The Day Of The Daughter Of Hades by George Meredith

      The Caverns Of The Grave I've Seen by William Blake

      The Devil's Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody by Byron

      A poem from Book Of Hours by Rainer Maria Rilke

      A Convicts Tour to Hell by Francis McNamara

      The Litanies Of Satan by Charles Baudelaire

      Paradise Lost by John Milton (Extract)

      Inferno – Canto III by Dante

      The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell by William Blake

      Hades by Robert C O Benjamon

      Darkest clouds of blackest Hades,

      Whirling onward into space;

      Full of forms of ghostly horrors,

      Madly join the phantom chase.

      Earth below is lost in darkness,

      Waves like mountains strike the sky,

      Whilst the lurid lightning flashes,

      And lost spirits shriek and cry.

      Ne'er on earth was such dread darkness,

      Ne'er such horrors, ghostly forms;

      Ne'er such strokes of sulphurous lightning,

      Ne'er such hellish terror storms.

      And each vaporous home of thunder

      Changed to aspect yet more dark;

      And their crashing loud artillery

      Followed close the 'lectric spark.

      And each cloud with spirits damning,

      Teemed till mountains filled their spheres,

      And their hideous, ghostly laughter

      Seemed devoid of hope and fears.

      And their aspect seemed unnatural,

      Devilish was their face and form;

      Peals of shrieking, ghostly laughter

      Quick increased, as did the storm.

      Then that ghostly throng of spirits,

      Each with death's marks on its brow,

      Danced and kept tune to the thunders,

      To the lightning's lurid glow.

      Hark! the thunder crashes louder,

      'Tis the ghostly spirits' band;

      But above the deafening echoes

      Are the curses of the damned.

      Shuddering I, the scene beholding,

      Felt my breast with horror swell;

      For along the clouds in fire,

      It was written - 'This is Hell!'

      In Purgatory by John Bannister Tabb

      'His sins were long ago forgiven;

      So let him pass

      at once

      to heaven.'

      Poe’s Purgatory by John Bannister Tabb

      All others rest; but I

      Dream-haunted lie-

      A distant roar,

      As of tumultuous waters, evermore

      About my brain.

      E'en Sleep, tho' fain

      To soothe me, flies affrighted, and alone

      I bear the incumbent stone

      Of Death

      That stifles breath,

      But not the hideous chorus crying 'Shame!'

      Upon my name.

      Had I not Song?

      Yea; and it lingers yet

      The souls to fret

      Of an ignoble throng,

      Aflame with hate

      Of the exulting Fate

      That hurls their idols from her temple fair,

      And shrines me there.

      Christ’s Descent Into Purgatory, By Giorgione, At Venice by Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton

      The saving work for man is finishèd,

      The kingdoms of the Earth and Air o'erthrown;

      So now hath Christ come down among the dead,

      Spoiling the Spoiler, to redeem his own.

      What blessèd glory plays about that head

      For those who here in fiery bondage groan,

      Conscious their suffering never could atone

      For Sin, till He that once had sufferèd.

      And, lo! in patient melancholy state

      The synod of the Patriarchs rests apart

      Condemned, tho' sons of God by faith, to wait

      In this dark place and solitude of heart,

      Joyless and tearless, till this Christ should come

      To bear them to their Father and their Home.

      Love In Hades by Robert Crawford

      I saw Love pass with Charon down

      The pale infernal tide,

      To visit in the starless town

      All who for him had died.

      The gay God and the old Ghost came

      Slow to that sleepy shore,

      And a dead passion burned like flame

      Before each true-love's door!

      Into

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