 | Edward Young - 1750 - 350 páginas
...Fires, c From Urns un-number'd, down the Steep of Heaven, Streams to a Point, and centres in my Sight ! 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 Skies. Who fees it, unexalted, and unaw'd ? Who fees it, and... | |
 | Edward Young - 1750 - 416 páginas
...Fires, From Urns unnumber'd, down the Steep of Heaven, Streams to a Point, and centres in my Sight ! 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 Skies. Who fees it, unexalted, andunaw'd? Who fees it, and can:ilop... | |
 | Edward Young - 1756 - 430 páginas
...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 páginas
...boundlefs in magnificence and might ! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns un-number'd, down the fteep of heaven, Streams to a point, and...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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1775 - 408 páginas
...and might! O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns un-number'd, down the fteep of hea\'n, Streams to a point, and centres in my fight ! Nor...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... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 304 páginas
...Deity ; How boundlefs in magnificence and might ! 750 O what a confluence of ethereal fires, Form urns 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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1792 - 356 páginas
...might \ O what O what a confluence of ethereal fires, Form urns un-number'd, down the ileep of heav'n. Streams to a point, and centres in my fight ! Nor...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... | |
 | Edward Young - 1798 - 432 páginas
...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, at once, it humbles and exalts ; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. Who sees it unexalted ? Or unaw'd? 755 Who sees it, and... | |
 | Edward Young - 1799 - 312 páginas
...boundlefs in magnificence and might ! 750 O what a confluence of ethereal fires, From urns unnumber'd, down the fteep of heaven, Streams to a point, and...my heart : My heart at once it humbles and exalts ; 75$ Lays it in duft, and calls it to the fkies. Who fees it unexalted, or unaw'd ? Who fees it, and... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 542 páginas
...might! 750 O what i confluence of ethereal fires. Form urns unnumbered, down the fteep of hea ven, Streams to a point, and centres in my fight ! Nor tarries there \ I feel it at my heart, My heart, *t .'iice, it humbles, and evilts ; 755 Lay« it in duft, and calls it to the (kics. Who fees it unexalted... | |
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From urns unnumber'd, down the steep of heaven, Streams to a point, and centres in my sight ! Nor tarries there ; I feel it at my heart. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. 
