Poems by Hartley Coleridge With a Memoir of his Life by his Brother. In Two Volumes |
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DEATH-BED REFLECTIONS OF MICHELANGELO. |
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DEATH-BED REFLECTIONS OF MICHELANGELO.
Not that my hand could make of stubborn stoneWhate'er of Gods the shaping thought conceives;
Not that my skill by pictured lines hath shown
All terrors that the guilty soul believes;
Not that my art, by blended light and shade,
Express'd the world as it was newly made;
Not that my verse profoundest truth could teach,
In the soft accents of the lover's speech;
Not that I rear'd a temple for mankind,
To meet and pray in, borne by every wind—
Affords me peace—I count my gain but loss,
For that vast love, that hangs upon the Cross.
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