AND who is He that sculptured in huge stone, Sitteth a giant, where no works arrive Of straining Art, and hath so prompt and live The lips, I hasten to their very tone? Moses is He—Ay, that makes clearly known The chin's thick boast, and brow's prerogative Of double ray; so did the mountain give Back to the world that visage, God was grown Great part of! Such was he when he suspended Round him the sounding and vast waters; such When he shut sea on sea o'er Mizraim. And ye, his hordes, a vile calf raised, and bended The knee? This Image had ye raised, not much Had been your error in adoring Him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE FRIENDSHIP; A SONNET by ALFRED TENNYSON TO TWO BEREAVED by THOMAS ASHE THE HARES; A FABLE by JAMES BEATTIE SEA RHAPSODY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE PRAISE OF DUST by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON |