May Carols
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The opening
PROLOGUE.
That sun-eyed Power which stands sublime Upon the rock that crowns our globe, Her feet on all the spoils of time, With light eternal on her robe,
She, sovereign of the orb she guides, On Truth’s broad sun may root a gaze That deepens, onward as she rides, And shrinks not from the fontal blaze:
But they—her daughter Arts—must hide Within the cleft, content to see Dim skirts of glory waving wide, And steps of parting Deity.
’Tis theirs to watch Religion break In types from Nature’s frown or smile, The legend rise from out the lake, The relic consecrate the isle.
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About this edition
- The words
- The author's text, copied word for word.
- Copied from
- Left out
- The source library's header, footer and license, in 2 places
- Notes and pages added by translators, editors or publishers
- The title page and opening pages before chapter 1, in 2 places
- The printed table of contents (the app makes its own)
- Page numbers and running heads from the printed pages, in 91 places
- Other material that isn't the author's, in 2 places
- The printer's colophon (Spottiswoode & Co., New-street Square)