Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But as the world, harmoniously confus'd, Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.

Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain, Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, ha…

A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.

Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?