Lucifer a Theological Tragedy e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Thou who callest me by name, Large spectre plumed for-the eagle's flight, Let me be thy guest this night If kindness move thy breast, or any flame Leap on thy hearth, that henceforth, ever bright, On this hoarse and angry coast, May gleam the beacon of its sacred light Where a god, by fortune hurled, Found an altar and a host High on the utmost headland of the world.