The Powers of Genius: A Poem, in Three Parts (Google eBook)

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Albion Press: : Printed by J. Cundee, Ivy Lane, for T. Williams, Stationers' Court, and T. Hurst, Paternoster-Row, 1804 - American poetry - 155 pages
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Page 91 - 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
Page 16 - And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Bernardo... .Last night of all, When yon same star that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, The bell then beating one--- Marctllus... .Peace, break thee off,
Page 91 - Job xxviii. 20, 22, 23. Whence then cometh wisdom, and where is the place of understanding? 22, Destruction and Death say, we have heard the fame thereof with our ears. 23, God understandeth the way thereof, for he looketh to the ends of the earth, and seeth under the whole heaven."
Page 92 - out of Egypt; Ethiopia shall soon stretch out her hands unto God. Sing unto God ye kingdoms of the Earth: O sing praises unto the Lord : To him that rideth upon the heaven of heavens which were of old;
Page 114 - In our little journey up to the grand chartreuse, I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation, that there was no restraining : not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry. There are certain scenes
Page 103 - to my foe; Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle; Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from Winter's powerful wind.
Page 12 - care not Fortune what you me deny; You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace, You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Thro* which Aurora
Page 102 - So to night-wand'ring sailors pale with fears, Wide o'er the watry waste a light appears, Which on the far-seen mountain blazing high, Streams from some lonely watch-tower to the sky : With mournful eyes they gaze and gaze again: Loud howls the storm and drives them o'er the main. Next his high head the helmet
Page 13 - the ear was mistress of their powers No Bard could please me but whose lyre was tun'd To nature's Praises. Heroes and their feats Fatigu'd me, never weary of the pipe Of Tityrus, assembling as he
Page 90 - Heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning ! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the

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