J3; E145| To the Public
J3prose; E145| After my three years slumber on the banks of the Ocean, I
J3prose; E145| again display my Giant forms to the Public: My former Giants &
J3prose; E145| Fairies having reciev'd the highest reward possible: the
J3prose; E145| [love] and [friendship] of those with whom to
J3prose; E145| be connected, is to be [blessed]: I cannot doubt that
J3prose; E145| this more consolidated & extended Work, will be as kindly
J3prose; E145| recieved
J3prose; E145| The Enthusiasm of the following Poem, the Author hopes t25
J3prose; E145| [no Reader will think presumptuousness or arroganc[e] when he
J3prose; E145| is reminded that the Ancients acknowledge their love to their
J3prose; E145| Deities, to the full as Enthusiastically as I have who
J3prose; E145| Acknowledge mine for my Saviour and Lord, for they were wholly
J3prose; E145| absorb'd in their Gods.] I also hope the Reader will
J3prose; E145| be with me, wholly One in Jesus our Lord, who is the God [of
J3prose; E145| Fire] and Lord [of Love] to whom the Ancients
J3prose; E145| look'd and saw his day afar off, with trembling & amazement.
J3prose; E145| The Spirit of Jesus is continual forgiveness of Sin: he who
J3prose; E145| waits to be righteous before he enters into the Saviours kingdom,
J3prose; E145| the Divine Body; will never enter there. I am perhaps the most
J3prose; E145| sinful of men! I pretend not to holiness! yet I pretend to love,
J3prose; E145| to see, to converse with daily, as man with man, & the more to
J3prose; E145| have an interest in the Friend of Sinners. Therefore
J3prose; E145| [Dear] Reader, [forgive] what you do not
J3prose; E145| approve, & [love] me for this energetic exertion of my
J3prose; E145| talent.
J3.1; E145| Reader! [lover] of books! [lover] of heaven,
J3.2; E145| And of that God from whom [all books are given,]
J3.3; E145| Who in mysterious Sinais awful cave
J3.4; E145| To Man the wond'rous art of writing gave,
J3.5; E145| Again he speaks in thunder and in fire!
J3.6; E145| Thunder of Thought, & flames of fierce desire:
J3.7; E145| Even from the depths of Hell his voice I hear,
J3.8; E145| Within the unfathomd caverns of my Ear.
J3.9; E145| Therefore I print; nor vain my types shall be:
J3.10; E145| Heaven, Earth & Hell, henceforth shall live in harmony
J3prose; E145| We who dwell on Earth can do nothing of ourselves, every
J3prose; E145| thing is conducted by Spirits, no less than Digestion or Sleep.
J3prose; E145| [to Note the last words of Jesus,
J3prose; E145| <Greek>Edotha moi pasa exousia en ouranon kai epi ges</Greek>]
J3prose; E145| When this Verse was first dictated to me I consider'd a
J3prose; E145| Monotonous Cadence like that used by Milton & Shakspeare & all
J3prose; E145| writers of English Blank Verse, derived from the modern bondage
J3prose; E145| of Rhyming; to be a necessary and indispensible part of Verse.
J3prose; E145| But I soon found that
J3prose; E146| in the mouth of a true Orator such monotony was not only awkward,
J3prose; E146| but as much a bondage as rhyme itself. I therefore have produced
J3prose; E146| a variety in every line, both of cadences & number of syllables.
J3prose; E146| Every word and every letter is studied and put into its fit
J3prose; E146| place: the terrific numbers are reserved for the terrific
J3prose; E146| parts--the mild & gentle, for the mild & gentle parts, and the
J3prose; E146| prosaic, for inferior parts: all are necessary to each other.
J3prose; E146| Poetry Fetter'd, Fetters the Human Race! Nations are Destroy'd,
J3prose; E146| or Flourish, in proportion as Their Poetry Painting and Music,
J3prose; E146| are Destroy'd or Flourish! The Primeval State of Man, was Wisdom,
J3prose; E146| Art, and Science.
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