...seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of the abyss to spy ; He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: — The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels...excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.' " E. — " There is something Miltonic in that noble motet — pity that so grand a swell should so...

...fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time. The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, Nor second he,t that rode sublime Upon the seraph wings of ecstacy: The secrets of the abyss to spy,...

...doubtless, the subject of his untiring research. Milton — " passed the flaming bounds of Place and Time, The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze. " Doubtless the same ardent imagination still gives his spirit a higher flight, a wider range, a clearer...

...his lofty flight in the etherial regions. It reminds us of Gray the poet in describing Milton : — " He passed the flaming bounds of time and space, The...excess of light Closed his eyes in endless night." We hope, however, that Jethro, more fortunate than the great poet, will only have transcient dimness...

...seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of the abyss to spy ; He passed the flaming bounds of place and time: — The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels...excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night." E. — There is something Miltonic in that noble motet — pity that so grand a swell should so soon...

...abyss, to spy. He pass'd the flaming bounds of space and tin* I The living-throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble, while they gaze, He saw ; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endlesn night. * Sfatktpeare. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields of glory...

...abyss to spy. Tie passed the flaming bounds of space and time : Tbe living throne, the sapphire-blaze, has thus eulogised him in one of his most eloquent sentences : — ' Cl'.-sed his eyea in endless night. Behold where Dryden's less presumptuous car Wide o'er the fields...

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...formation of his poem— a supposition surely allowable— is poetically truc, and happily imagined." The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels...excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. Behold, where Dryden's less presumptuous car, Wide o'er the fields of glory bear Two coursers1 of ethereal...

...to Milton, may be very beautiful as poetry : — " He passed the flaming bounds of space and time : The living throne ; the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; " — As literal fact, however, this privilege is not permitted to those who are still in the flesh....