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For then he was inspired, and from him came,
Till by the voice of him and his compeers
They made themselves a fearful monument!
Dungeons and throncs, which the same hour re-fillid,
it cometh, and will comc,
passionate, yet not impure, description and expression of love that ever kindled into words; which, after all, inust be felt, from their very force, to be inadequate to the dol. Realion - a painting can give no sufficient idea of tho ocean.
Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake,
Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved,
It is the hush of night, and all between
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar,
IIe is an evening reveller, who makes
Weeping themselves away, till they infuse
Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven!
In us such love and reverence from afar,
But hath a part of being, and a sense
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
Binding all things with beauty; - 'twould disarm
Not vainly did the early Persian make
With Nature's realms of worship, earth and air,
(1) It is to be recollected, that the most beautiful and impressive doctrines of the divine Founder of Christianity were delivered, not in the Temple, but on the Mount.
To wave the question of devotion, and turn to human eloquence, the most effectual and splendid specimens were not pronounced within walls. Demosthenos addressed the public and popular assemblies. Cicero spoke in the forum. That this added to their effect on the mind of both orator and hearers, may be conceived from the difference between what we read of the emotions then and there produced, and those we ourselves experience in the perusal in the closet. It is one thing to read the Iliad at Sigæum and on the tumuli, or by the springs with Mount Ida above, and the plain and rivers and Archipelago around you; and another to trim your taper over it in a snug library - this I know.
Wero the early and rapid progress of what is called Methodism to be attributed to any cause beyond the enthusiasm
excited by its vehement faith and doctrines (the truth or error of which I presume neither to canvass nor to question) I should venture to asscribe it to the practico of prcaching in tho fields, and the unstudiсd and extemporanoous offusions of its lcachers.
Thy sky is changed !--and such a change! Oh night, (')
And Jura answers, through her misty shroud,
And this is in the night: – Most glorious night!
Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth,
Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his
Itself expired, but leaving them an age
war within theinselves to wage.
The Mussulmans, whose erroncous devotion (at least in the lower orders) is most sincero, and therefore inpressivo, arc accustomed to repeat their prescribed orisons and prayers wherever they may be, at the staled hours—of course frequently in the openi air, kneeling upon a light mat, (which they carry for the purpose of a bed or cushion as repaired :) ihe ceremony lasts some minutes, during which thiey are totally absorbed, and only living in their supplication : nothing can disturb them. On me the simple and ontiro sincurity of these men, and the spirit which appearod to be within and upon them, made a far greater impression than any general rito which was ever perforined in places of worship, of which I have seen those of almost every persuasion under the sun; including most of own sectaries, and the Greek, the Catholic, the Armenian, the LutheTan, the Jewish, and the Mahometan. Many of the negroes, of whom there are numbers in the Turkish ompire, are idolaters, and have free exercise of their belief and its rites ; some of these I had a distant view of at Patras, and from what I could make out of them, they appeared to be of a truly Pagan description, and not very agreeable to a spectator.
(1)The thunder-storm to which these lines refer occurred on the 13th of June, 1816 at midnight. I have seen, among the Acroceraunian mountains of Chimari, several more terrible, but none more beautiful.
Now, where the quick Rhone thus hath cleft his way The mightiest of the storms hath ta'en his stand : For here, not one, but many, make their play, And fling their thunder-bolts from hand to hand, Flashing and cast around: of all the band, The brightest through these parted hills hath fork'd His lightnings, — as if he did understand, That in such gaps as desolation work’d, There the hot shalt should blast whatever therein lurk'd.
XCVI. Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye! With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, oh tempests! is the goal ? Are ye
like those within the human breast ? Or do ye find, at length, like eagles, some high nest ?
XCVIJ. Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, - could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe – into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ;
But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
The morn is up again, the dewy morn,