![]() The Lion is often associated with the Tyger, for they both are forms of wrath: the Lion is spiritual wrath, inspired by pity … while the Tyger’s blind wrath is purely emotional.” – So the wrath of the Lion is imaginative wrath, spiritual (the) wrath of the Tyger is revolution, maybe, and emotional. “the Angel of Death, who carries little Lyca to his den, or palace, and then (appearing in his true form as ‘a Spirit arm’d in gold’) conveys her parents there, where they dwell together in happiness. In “The Little Girl Lost” and “The Little Girl Found,” the Lion himself is the Angel of Death.” That’s what Foster Damon concludes – That the lion. In the Songs of Innocence , “the Lion defends the flocks against the wolves and tygers but the innocents are actually killed: it is in Eternity that the Lion lies down with the Lamb. “Empire is no more! and now the lion & wolf shall cease.” – The “lion’s wrath is particularly directed against the wolves.” The wolves are the predators of the lambs. ![]() The “lion’s wrath is particularly directed against the wolves”. The compass point of the Lion is north – Urthona, the imagination. Ond of the four heads of each of the “living creatures” of Ezekiel has the face if a lion, whereas in Revelation, the first of the four beasts has a lion’s head.” (The lion of St. “The Lion is a “noble” beast, typifying Judah and Jesus. Has anybody looked up the lion ever here? Has anybody got a copy of this?ĪG: Well, let’s see. Because the lion I think … let’s see what he says about the lion. ![]() I always took it as a unification or that loss and then reunification of the body and soul, soul and its maker or soul and its home, soul going back home, guarded by all the wild forces of nature. It’s some kind of reunification of the spirit and matter, I guess, or the spirit and nature, or the children and the father. ![]() “All the night in woe/Lyca’s parents go:/Over vallies deep,/While the deserts weep./ Tired and woe-begone,/Hoarse with making moan:/Arm in arm seven days,/They trac’d the desart ways./ Seven nights they sleep,/Among shadows deep:/And dream they see their child/Starv’d in desert wild./ Pale thro pathless ways/The fancied image strays,/Famish’d, weeping, weak/With hollow piteous shriek./ Rising from unrest,/The trembling woman prest,/With feet of weary woe /She could no further go./In his arms he bore,/Her arm’d with sorrow sore /Till before their way,/A couching lion lay./Turning back was vain,/Soon his heavy mane,/Bore them to the ground /Then he stalk’d around,/Smelling to his prey./But their fears allay,/When he licks their hands /And silent by them stands./They look upon his eyes/Fill’d with deep surprise:/And wondering behold,/A spirit arm’d in gold./On his head a crown/ On his shoulders down,/Flow’d his golden hair./Gone was all their care./Follow me he said,/Weep not for the maid /In my palace deep,/Lyca lies asleep./Then they followed,/Where the vision led:/And saw their sleeping child,/Among tygers wild./To this day they dwell/In a lonely dell/Nor fear the wolvish howl,/Nor the lions growl.” Continuing from here, Allen recites William Blake’s “Little Girl Found” ![]()
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