This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 edition. Excerpt: ...sting! demolished throne! heaven, Last gasp of vanquish'd Death! Shout, earth and This sum of good to man! whose nature then Took wing, and mounted with him from the tomb. Then, then, I rose; then first Humanity Triumphant pass'd the crystal ports of light, (Stupendous guest!) and seized eternal youth, Seized ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 edition. Excerpt: ...sting! demolished throne! heaven, Last gasp of vanquish'd Death! Shout, earth and This sum of good to man! whose nature then Took wing, and mounted with him from the tomb. Then, then, I rose; then first Humanity Triumphant pass'd the crystal ports of light, (Stupendous guest!) and seized eternal youth, Seized in our name. E'er since 'tis blasphemous To call man mortal. Man's mortality Was then transferr'd to death; and Heaven's duration Unalienably seal'd to this frail frame, This child of dust.--Man, all-immortal! hail; Hail, Heaven! All lavish of strange gifts to man! Thine all the glory, man's the boundless bliss? Where am I rapp'd by this triumphant theme, On Christian joy's exulting wing, above The' Aonian mount!--Alas! small cause for joy! What, if to pain immortal? if extent Of being, to preclude a close of woe? Where, then, my boast of immortality? I boast it still, though cover'd o'er with guilt: For guilt, not innocence, his life he pour'd; 'Tis guilt alone can justify his death; Nor that, unless his death can justify Relenting guilt in Heaven's indulgent sight. If, sick of folly, I relent; he writes My name in Heaven with that inverted spear (A spear deep-dipp'd in blood) which pierced his side, And open'd there a font for all mankind, Who strive, who combat crimes, to drink and live: This, only this, subdues the fear of death! And what is this?--Survey the wondrous cure, And at each step let higher wonder rise! 'Pardon for infinite oftence! and pardon Through means that speak its value infinite! A pardon bought with blood! with blood divine! With blood divine of him I made my foe; Persisted to provoke! though wooed, and awed; Bless'd, and chastised; a flagrant rebel still! A rebel midst the thunders of his throne! Nor I alone! a rebel...
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Add this copy of The Poems of Edward Young, Volume 1... to cart. $49.49, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Santa Clarita, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2012 by Nabu Press.
