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DEATH-BED REFLECTIONS OF MICHAEL-ANGELO, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Not that my hand could make of stubborn stone
Last Line: For that vast love, that hangs upon the cross.
Alternate Author Name(s): Coleridge, Hartley
Subject(s): Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)


Not that my hand could make of stubborn stone
Whate'er of Gods the shaping thought conceives;
Not that my skill by pictured lines hath shown
All terrors that the guilty soul believes;
Not that my art, by blended light and shade,
Express'd the world as it was newly made;
Not that my verse profoundest truth could teach,
In the soft accents of the lover's speech;
Not that I rear'd a temple for mankind,
To meet and pray in, borne by every wind --
Affords me peace -- I count my gain but loss,
For that vast love, that hangs upon the Cross.





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