Orpheus could lead the savage race; But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher GRAND CHORUS. As from the power of sacred lays So when the last and dreadful hour UNDER THE PORTRAIT OF JOHN But guide us upward to a better day. MILTON. And as these nightly tapers disappear, When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere; So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight; So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light. No pains she suffered, nor expired | True priests, he said, and preachers with noise; of the word, [From Absalom and Achitophel.] A FIERY Soul, which, working out its A daring pilot in extremity; Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide. |