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Side 510 - Heaven, and One sat on the Throne : and He that sat was to look upon like a jasper, and a sardine stone. And before the Throne there was a sea of glass like unto crystal.
Side 59 - for God in him. His fair large front, and eye sublime, declared Absolute rule ; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad ; She as a veil, down to her slender waist, Her unadorned golden tresses
Side 201 - does not say much for the Most Reverend Prelate's Poetical talents. His version of the 1st verse of the 125th Psalm will suffice as a specimen of the entire Volume. The Prose translation is as follows:—" They that trust in the Lord shall be as Mount Zion, which cannot be removed, but abideth for ever:" which the Archbishop versifies thus :—
Side vi - completion, were the chief sources of that fearful malady which so speedily destroyed him. " 'Twas his own genius gave the final blow, And help'd to plant the wound that laid him low ; So the struck Eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Side 192 - up, without a sound ; Fountain-heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale Passion loves ; Moonlight walks, where all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ; A Midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon : Then stretch our limbs in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely Melancholy.
Side 81 - throughout all their history. The Poet's description of a Lover,— •' All made of passion, and all made of wishes ; All adoration, duty, and obedience ; All humbleness, all patience, and impatience ; All purity, all trial, all observance;
Side 510 - talking with me ; which said, " come up hither, and I will shew thee things which must be hereafter :" and immediately I was in the Spirit ; and behold, a Throne was set
Side 133 - meditated the production of an Epic Poem, but that the taste of the age afforded him no encouragement for such a task. " Dryden in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again, But that a ribald King and Court, Bade him toil on to make them sport : Demanding for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a
Side xx - happier days! Immortal heirs of universal praise ! Whose honours with increase of ages grow, As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow ; Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound, And Worlds applaud that must not yet be found. POPE.
Side 31 - do not think/' adds this distinguished Author, " that there is an able writer in verse of the present day, who would not be proud to acknowledge his obligations to the ' Reliques.' I know that it is so with my friends ; and for myself, I am happy to make a public avowal of my own.

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