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The Two Angels, Or, Love-Led; A Story of Either Paradise in Six Cantos

The Two Angels, Or, Love-Led; A Story of Either Paradise in Six Cantos

Clarke, Thomas

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ISBN10: 1151639095
ISBN13: 9781151639097
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 28
Weight: 0.15
Height: 0.06 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867. Excerpt: ... - And art thou base enough to yield Thy better judgment in this field? Let argument convince thy mind, And be not to thy interest blind; Nor from thy duty meanly shrink, But vindicate thy right to think!, Shall we, the Godlike sons of light, Be held in check by brutal might? Restrained from soaring, free as air, Through all creation vast and fair? Withheld from wearing pleasure's crown, Because the potentate might frown? Be cribbed, and cabined, and confined, Forbid to use our Godlike mind, When Nature's law would urge us still To wield unlimited free will? Shall we be bound by slavery's chain, Like brutes which browse yon flowery plain? Nor be permitted to aspire To thoughts that burn and deeds that fire? Shall we be ever mocked and fooled, And, like to neophites, be schooled To suit the ends of one, forsooth, Who would monopolize all truth? No! Arophel, I know thy soul Revolts agains unjust control. Him Arophel rebuked in turn; Blasphemer, filled with pride and scorn! Thy wretched sophistries may make Impression on the vain and weak; And what thou argument dost deem To such may reasonable seem; But know, to me 'twill be in vain To preach such phantoms of the brain; And if to speak I condescend, 'Tis, that I deemed thee once a friend; And though thy motives were impure, God made them to my good inure. I know my words may not avail To turn thy heart or make it quail; I speak to vindicate the right; May Heaven flood all my words with light! Thy monstrous inconsistencies Proclaim thy spirit ill at ease; And that thy reason is unhinged, Because God's laws thou hast infringed. Dost thou forget thy dictum stern? 'Our fate is none of our concern; Our duty must our fate decide, ' A dictum meant to be my guide. To this thy recent query aid, To palliate thy ...

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