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 Engend'reth what is named by men, sublime. Thus when, our wonted valley left, we gain The mountain's horrent brow, and mark from thence The sweep of lands extending with the sky; Or view the spanless plain; or turn our sight Upon yon deep's immensity;—we breathe As if our breath were marble: to and fro Do reel our pulses, and our words are mute. We cannot mete by parts, but grapple all: We cannot measure with our eye, but soul; And fear is on us. The extent unused, Our spirit, sends, to spirit's element, To seize upon abstractions: first on space, The which eternity in place I deem; And then upon eternity; till thought Hath form'd a mirror from their secret sense, Wherein we view ourselves, and back recoil At our own awful likeness; ne'ertheless, Cling to that likeness with a wonder wild,