The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power : Or rather he emancipates his eyes From the black shapeless accidents of size— In unctuous cones of kindling coal, Or smoke upwreathing from the pipe`s trim bole, His gifted ken can see Phantoms of sublimity. August 28, 1800.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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