William Blake: A Critical Essay by Algernon Charles Swinburne

15. Down rushed, beating his wings in vain, the jealous King; his

grey-browed councillors, thunderous warriors, curled veterans, among helms and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants; banners, castles, slings and rocks;

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Chapter 1 Ch.1
16. TIRIEL. (MS.) Ch.2
3. Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers, and Ch.3
5. Cast thy keys, O Rome, into the deep down falling, even to Ch.4
8. On those infinite mountains of light now barred out by the Ch.5
9. Flag'd with grey-browed snows and thunderous visages the jealous Ch.6
10. The speary hand burned aloft, unbuckled was the shield, forth Ch.7
12. Look up! look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance: O Ch.8
13. The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun into Ch.9
14. Waked from his eternal sleep, the hoary element roaring fled Ch.10
15. Down rushed, beating his wings in vain, the jealous King; his Ch.11
16. Falling, rushing, ruining! buried in the ruins, on Urthona's Ch.12
17. All night beneath the ruins, then their sullen flames faded Ch.13
18. With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts thro' the waste Ch.14
19. Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the morning Ch.15
20. Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to Ch.16