The dying Chriftian to his SOUL. O DE'. VIT I. ITAL fpark of heav'nly flame: Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! II. Hark! they whisper; Angels fay, Sifter Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my fenfes, fhuts my fight, Drowns my fpirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my Soul, can this be Death ? REMARK S. 5 This ode was written in imitation of the famous fonnet of Hadrian to his departing foul; but as much fuperior to his original in fenfe and fublimity, as the Chriftian Religion is to the III. The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Death! where is thy Sting? CONTENTS OF THE ESSAY on CRITICISM. PART his as I. Ntroduction. That 'tis as great a fault to judge ill, as ✯ I. That a true Tafte is as rare to be found, as a true Ge- That most men are born with some Taste, but spoil'd by false The Multitude of Critics, and causes of them, & 26 to 45. That we are to study our own Tafte, and know the Li- Nature the best guide of Judgment, & 68 to 87. Improv'd by Art and Rules, which are but methodis'd Rules deriv'd from the Practice of the Ancient Poets, That therefore the Ancients are necessary to be study'd by Reverence due to the Ancients, and praise of them, |