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The Works of the Late Aaron Hill

... In Four Volumes. Consisting of Letters on Various Subjects, And of Original Poems, Moral and Facetious. With An Essay on the Art of Acting

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The Transport.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The Transport.

I.

Mount my freed soul! forsake thy loos'ning clay,
Broadly, at once, expand thy wingy zeal,
Rapture, involv'd in raptures, feel,
And, thro' yon dazzling regions, cut thy way!
See! see! as 'twixt the op'ning worlds, I soar,
Millions of beck'ning joys, at once, in view,
Draw me, still, onward, thro' th' unfathom'd sky!
Ravish'd! o'erwhelm'd! amaz'd! I fly,
'Midst pleasures, which, before,
My boldest flights of fancy never knew!
Oh! thou dim speck! thou dusky earth! farewel,
From height, like this, I see thee, plainly, now!
Thou art, at best, a kind of hope-cool'd hell!
I see, and I detest thy painted pride!
What sun-guilt bubbles all thy grandeurs are!
What gugaws all thy tinsel'd ware!
Oh! who that saw thee, hence, could swell, with pride!

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II.

Hark! how the starry vaults of heav'n resound!
With shouts, that shake the rolling orbs around!
Kindly, with earth-assisting care,
Descending angels aid th' o'erloaded air!
And my too weighty burthen, upward, bear!
High-flooding tides of rapture sense confound!
Where am I, now? oh, fiercely glorious view!
The liquid pavement, sparkling, shines,
With star-mix'd adamant, and flaming gold!
Now exstacies, past exstacies, pursue!
Glory, refulgent, aking sight confines!
My mem'ry lost, my trembling tongue controul'd!
O! who, with mortal eyes, can heav'n's bright king behold!