Th' unconquerable mind,[382:3] and freedom's holy flame.
The Progress of Poesy. II. 2, Line 10.
Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
The Progress of Poesy. III. 1, Line 12.
He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time:
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
Where angels tremble while they gaze,
He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
Closed his eyes in endless night.
The Progress of Poesy. III. 2, Line 4.