VIT

ITAL spark of heav'nly flame:

Quit, oh quit this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying,

Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.

II.
Hark! they whisper; Angels say,
Sister Spirit, come away.
What is this absorbs me quite ?
Steals

my

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,

III.
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav'n

opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring:
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O Grave! where is thy Victory?

O Death! where is thy Sting?

C Ο Ν Τ Ε Ν Τ S

OF THE

ESSAY on CRITICISM.

PART I.

Ntroduktion. That 'tis as great a fault to judge ill, as
to write ill, and a more dangerous one to the public,

1.
That a true Taste is as rare to be found, as a true Ge-

nius, x 9 to 18.
That most men are born with fome Taste, but spoild by false

Education, x 19 to 25.

The Multitude of Critics, and causes of them, 26 to 45.

That we are to study our own Taste, and know the Li-

mits of it, ¥. 46 to 67.

Nature the best guide of Judgment, y 68 to 87.

Improv’d by Art and Rules, which are but methodis'd

Nature, x 88.

Rules deriv'd from the Praćtice of the Ancient Poets,

id. 10 1 10.

That therefore the Ancients are necessary to be study'd by

a Critic, particularly Homer and Virgil, x 120 to

138.

Of Licenses, and the use of them by the Ancients, x 140

to i8o.

Reverence due to the Ancients, and praise of tben,

W 181, etc.