Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth, To rise from generation free: Then what have I to do with thee? The sexes sprang from shame and pride, Blown in the morn, in evening died; But mercy changed death into sleep; The sexes rose to work and weep. Thou, mother of my mortal part, With cruelty didst mould my heart, And with false self-deceiving tears Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and ears, Didst close my tongue in senseless clay, And me to mortal life betray. The death of Jesus set ...

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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.' He hears me not, but o'er the yawning deep Rides heavy; his storms are unchain'd, sheathd In ribbd steel; I dare not lift mine eyes, For he hath rear'd his sceptre o'er the world. Lo! now the direful monster, whose 1000 skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and in his ...

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The Argument I lovèd Theotormon, And I was not ashamèd; I trembled in my virgin fears And I hid in Leutha's vale! I pluckèd Leutha's flower, And I rose up from the vale; But the terrible thunders tore My virgin mantle in twain. Visions Enslav'd, the Daughters of Albion weep; a trembling lamentation Upon their mountains; in their valleys, sighs toward America. For the soft soul of America, Oothoon, wander'd in woe Along the vales of Leutha, seeking flowers to comfort her; And thus she spoke to the bright Marigold of Leutha's vale:- Art thou ...

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