text:  We may suppose that the sweet and melting or the solemn the prolonged the proud swell or flow or fall of his own numbers may surprise his own ear and seize his own soul with unexpected emotions; and that off his guard and unawares and as grave ancient writers have said in a sort of sacred madness he may be hurried into inventions of greatness of wonder and beauty which would have remained for ever locked up and forbidden to the colder and more reserved temper which seems fittingly to accompany prose the accustomed language of Reason