 | Edward Young - 1750 - 416 pagine
...and Might ? O what a Confluence of ethereal Fires, From Urns unnumber'd, down the Steep of Heaven, Streams to a Point, and centres in my Sight ! Nor...Heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts } Lays it in Duft, and calls it to the Skies. Who fees it, unexalted, andunaw'd? Who fees it, and can:ilop at what... | |
 | Edward Young - 1750 - 350 pagine
...and Might ? O what a Confluence of ethereal Fires, c From Urns un-number'd, down the Steep of Heaven, Streams to a Point, and centres in my Sight ! Nor...Heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in Duft, and calls it to the Skies. Who fees it, unexalted, and unaw'd ? Who fees it, and can flop at... | |
 | Edward Young - 1756 - 430 pagine
...of ethereal Fires, From Urns un-number'd, down the Steep of Heaven, Streams to a Point, and centers in my Sight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my Heart. My Heart, at qnee, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in Duft, and calls it to the Skies. Whp fee s it, and can ftop... | |
 | Edward Young - 1762 - 298 pagine
...fires, From urns un-number'd, down the fteep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my fight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my Heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in duft, and calls it to the Ikies, Who fees it unexalted ? or unaw'd ? Who fees it, and can flop at what... | |
 | Edward Young - 1775 - 408 pagine
...fires, From urns un-number'd, down the fteep of hea\'n, Streams to a point, and centres in my fight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in duft, and calls it to the fkies. Who fees it unexalted ? or unaw'd? Who fees it, and can flop at what... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 312 pagine
...fires, Form urns un-numbered, down the fteep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my fight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts; 755 Lays it in duft, and calls it to the ikies. Who fees it unexalted ? or unaw'd ? Who fees it, and... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 304 pagine
...unnumbered, down the fteep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my fight ! Nor tarries there ; 1 feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; 755 Lays it in duft, and calls it to the Ikies. Who fees it unexalted i or unaw'd ? Who fees it,... | |
 | Edward Young - 1792 - 356 pagine
...fires, Form urns un-number'd, down the ileep of heav'n. Streams to a point, and centres in my fight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my Heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in duft, and calls it to the fkies. Who fees it unexalted ? or unaw'd ? Who fees it, and can flop at what... | |
 | John Bell - 1796 - 470 pagine
...and might! 750 O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heav'n, Streams to a point and centres in my sight ! Nor tarries...my heart : My heart at once it humbles and exalts ; 755 Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. Who sees it unexalted or unaw'd ? Who sees it, and... | |
 | Edward Young - 1798 - 432 pagine
...fires, From urns unnumber'd down the steep of Heav'n, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight! 751 Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart,...it to the skies. Who sees it unexalted ? Or unaw'd? 755 Who sees it, and can stop at what is seen ? Material offspring of Omnipotence! Inanimate, all-animating... | |
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One sun by day, by night ten thousand shine ; And light us deep into the Deity ; How boundless in magnificence and might! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight... 
