The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

For So I Created Them Free And Free They Must Remain.

I See Thou Art Implacable, More Deaf To Pray'rs Than Winds And Seas. Yet Winds To Seas Are Reconcil'd At Length, And Sea To Shore: Thy Anger, Unappeasable, Still Rages Eternal Tempest Never To Be Calm'd.

To Live A Life Half Dead, A Living Death.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements.

The Strongest And The Fiercest Spirit That Fought In Heaven, Now Fiercer By Despair.