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 | The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes |  |
Think not this fiction. “There was war in heaven.”
From heaven's high crystal mountain, where it hung,
The' Almighty's out-stretch'd arm took down His bow,
And shot His indignation at the deep:
Re-thunder'd Hell, and darted all her fires.
And seems the stake of little moment still?
And slumbers man, who singly caused the storm?
He sleeps.—And art thou shock'd at mysteries?
The greatest, thou! How dreadful to reflect,
What ardour, care, and counsel mortals cause
In breasts Divine! how little in their own!
From heaven's high crystal mountain, where it hung,
The' Almighty's out-stretch'd arm took down His bow,
And shot His indignation at the deep:
Re-thunder'd Hell, and darted all her fires.
And seems the stake of little moment still?
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He sleeps.—And art thou shock'd at mysteries?
The greatest, thou! How dreadful to reflect,
What ardour, care, and counsel mortals cause
In breasts Divine! how little in their own!
| The complete works, poetry and prose, of the Rev. Edward Young prefixed, a life of the author, by John Doran ... With eight illustrations on steel, and a portrait. In two volumes | |