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91. oldal - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
116. oldal - And shed a sweet perfume. Here I put off the chains of death My soul too long has worn : Friends, I forbid one groaning breath, Or tear to wet my urn ; Raphael, behold me all...
97. oldal - Now let me mount and join their song, And be an angel too ; My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue — Here's joyful work for you.
xxi. oldal - The best of them sinks below the idea which I form of a divine or moral ode. He that deals in the mysteries of Heaven, or of the Muses, should be a genius of no vulgar mould...
84. oldal - And thine, my Mitio, (the fair saint replies.) Life, death, the world below, and worlds on high, And place, and time, are ours; and things to come, And past, and present, for our interest stands Firm in our mystic head, the title sure.
xvii. oldal - Poland, would need no excuse, did they but rise to the beauty of the original. I have often taken the freedom to add ten or twenty lines, or to leave out as many, that I might suit my song more to my own design, or because I saw it impossible to present the force, the fineness, and the fire of his expression in our language.
94. oldal - Thoughts like old vultures, prey upon their heart-strings, And the smart twinges, when the eye beholds the Lofty Judge frowning, and a flood of vengeance Rolling afore Him.
xix. oldal - I ever affect archaisms, exoticisms, and a quaint uncouthness of speech, in order to become perfectly Miltonian. It is my opinion that blank verse may be written with all due elevation of thought in a modern...
41. oldal - Chained to His throne a volume lies, With all the fates of men; With every angel's form and size, Drawn by th
vii. oldal - Boileau's objection, from other poets of his own country. What a noble use have Racine and Corneille made of Christian subjects, in some of their best tragedies ! What a variety of divine scenes are displayed, and pious passions awakened in those poems. The martyrdom of Polyeucte, how doth it reign over our love and pity, and at the same time animate our zeal and devotion...