The Powers of Genius: A Poem, in Three PartsJohn Conrad & Company, 1802 - 191 pages |
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... vale , Forever fan'd by Spring's ambrosial gale , Where over pebbles runs the limpid rill And woods o'er - shade the wildly - sloping hill : There roves the swain , all - gentle and serene , And guards his sheep while browsing on the ...
... vale , Forever fan'd by Spring's ambrosial gale , Where over pebbles runs the limpid rill And woods o'er - shade the wildly - sloping hill : There roves the swain , all - gentle and serene , And guards his sheep while browsing on the ...
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... vale , Wept with the dews , and murmur'd with the gale ! With all the learning of his favour'd isie , 131 With Genius , basking in the Muse's smile , See pensive Gray * awake the Theban lyre , And soar to heights where Pindar would ...
... vale , Wept with the dews , and murmur'd with the gale ! With all the learning of his favour'd isie , 131 With Genius , basking in the Muse's smile , See pensive Gray * awake the Theban lyre , And soar to heights where Pindar would ...
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... vale , And ghostly music comes upon the gale ! A light appears .... some hollow voice is near .... Chill terror starts .... and every pulse is fear ! To man not only has kind Nature given Genius , which rolls her piercing eye on Heaven ...
... vale , And ghostly music comes upon the gale ! A light appears .... some hollow voice is near .... Chill terror starts .... and every pulse is fear ! To man not only has kind Nature given Genius , which rolls her piercing eye on Heaven ...
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... vale was still , His strain came sweeten'd from the shady hill ; Nature he lov'd in all her various forms , 90 Her sleeping green , her mountain beat by storms , Her winding stream , her ever rolling waves , Her cooling shades , her ...
... vale was still , His strain came sweeten'd from the shady hill ; Nature he lov'd in all her various forms , 90 Her sleeping green , her mountain beat by storms , Her winding stream , her ever rolling waves , Her cooling shades , her ...
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... vale , And bares his bosom to the chilling gale ; Among the rocks he leans , to hear the roar Of billows chafing on the sounding shore . 120 Each sound which strikes the village boor with fear , Is all the strain Orlando loves to hear ...
... vale , And bares his bosom to the chilling gale ; Among the rocks he leans , to hear the roar Of billows chafing on the sounding shore . 120 Each sound which strikes the village boor with fear , Is all the strain Orlando loves to hear ...
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Page 126 - Nor think, though men were none, That Heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the Earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep: All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket, have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator!
Page 123 - The enemy said, I will pursue, I will overtake, I will divide the spoil; my lust shall be satisfied upon them; I will draw my sword, my hand shall destroy them.
Page 145 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
Page 118 - I will also make it a possession for the bittern, and pools of water: and I will sweep it with the besom of destruction, saith the Lord of hosts.
Page 125 - The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean, without bound, Without dimension, where length, breadth, and height, And time, and place, are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
Page 120 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
Page 121 - O God, thou art terrible out of thy holy places: the God of Israel is he that giveth strength and power unto his people. Blessed be God.
Page 119 - Doth the eagle mount up at thy command, and make her nest on high ? She dwelleth and abideth on the rock, upon the crag of the rock, and the strong place. From thence she seeketh the prey, and her eyes behold afar off. Her young ones also suck up blood : and where the slain are, there is she.
Page 128 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tend From off the tossing of these fiery waves ; There rest, if any rest can harbour there...
Page 144 - ... winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris, went up and down gathering up limb by limb still as they could find them. We have not yet found them all, Lords and Commons, nor ever shall do, till her master's second coming; he shall bring together every joint and member, and shall mould them into an immortal feature of loveliness and perfection.