Quote#Nature
There, where the cross in hoary ruin nods
Quote byWilliam Julius Mickle · 1734–1788
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Pollio: an Elegy (written 1762; published 1765).
English (original)
There, where the cross in hoary ruin nods, And weeping yews o'ershade the lettered stones, While midnight silence wraps these dark abodes, And soothes me wand'ring o'er my kindred bones, Let kindled fancy view the glorious morn, When from the bursting graves the dust shall rise, All nature smiling, and, by angels borne, Messiah's cross, far blazing o'er the skies.
— William Julius Mickle
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