The nature of Infinity is this： That every thing has its Own Vortex； and when once a traveller thro' Eternity Has pass'd that Vortex， he perce...
O Rose， thou art sick！ The invisible worm， That flies in the night， In the howling storm， Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy； And his dark secret lo...
First Milton saw Albion upon the Rock of Ages， Deadly pale， outstretch'd， and snowy cold， storm-cover'd —— A Giant form of perfect...
Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumèd with the earth， To rise from generation free： Then what have I to do with thee？ The sexes...
The Mundane Shell is a vast Concave Earth， an immense Harden'd Shadow of all things upon our Vegetated Earth， Enlarg'd into Dimension and defo...
Youth of delight， come hither， And see the opening morn， Image of truth new-born. Doubt is fled， and clouds of reason， Dark disputes and artful teasin...
There is in Eden a sweet River of milk and liquid pearl Nam'd Ololon， on whose mild banks dwelt those who Milton drove Down into Ulro； and they we...
A flower was offer'd to me， Such a flower as May never bore； But I said `I've a pretty Rose-tree，' And I passèd the sweet flower o&...
I am that Shadowy Prophet， who， six thousand years ago， Fell from my station in the Eternal bosom. Six thousand years Are finish'd. I return！ Both...
Ah， Sun-flower！ weary of time， Who countest the steps of the sun； Seeking after that sweet golden clime， Where the traveller's journey is done； Wh...