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ITAL spark of heav'nly flame:
Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
senses, shuts sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death?
REMARK s. • This ode was written in imitation of the famous sonnet of Hadrian to his departing foul ; but as much superior to his original in sense and sublimity, as the Christian Religion is to the Pagan,
opens on my eyes! my ears
O Death! where is thy Sting?
C Ο Ν Τ Ε Ν Τ S
ESSAY on CRITICISM.
Ntroduktion. That 'tis as great a fault to judge ill, as
nius, x 9 to 18.
Education, x 19 to 25.
Rules deriv'd from the Praćtice of the Ancient Poets,
id. 10 1 10.