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Song: The Shape Alone Let Others Prize Song: The Shape Alone Let Others Prize

Song: The Shape Alone Let Others Prize
The shape alone let others prize, The features of the fair; I look for spirit in her eyes, And meaning in her air; A damask cheek, an ivory arm, Shall ne'er my wishes win: Give me an animated form, That speaks a mind within; A face where awful honour shines, Where sense and sweetness move, And angel innocence refines The tenderness... Poems - Post by : nospecs - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 2641

To Cordelia To Cordelia

To Cordelia
From pompous life's dull masquerade, From Pride's pursuits, and Passion's war, Far, my Cordelia, very far, To thee and me may Heaven assign The silent pleasures of the shade, The joys of peace, unenvied, though divine! Safe in the calm embowering grove, As thy own lovely brow serene; Behold the world's fantastic scene! What low pursuits employ the great, What tinsel things their wishes move, The forms... Poems - Post by : Chuck_Evans - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 2485

Love (an Elegy) Love (an Elegy)

Love (an Elegy)
Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known, Too long to Love hath reason left her throne; Too long my genius mourn'd his myrtle chain, And three rich years of youth consumed in vain. My wishes, lull'd with soft inglorious dreams, Forgot the patriot's and the sage's themes: Through each Elysian vale and fairy grove, Through all the enchanted paradise of love, Misled by sickly Hope's deceitful flame, Averse to action, and renouncing fame. At last the visionary scenes decay, My eyes, exulting, bless the new-born day,... Poems - Post by : DoubleD - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 2374

Hymn To Science Hymn To Science

Hymn To Science
'O vitas Philosophia dux! O virtutis indagatrix, expultrixque vitiorum. Tu urbes peperisti; tu inventrix legum, tu magistra morum et disciplinae fuisti: ad te confugimus, a te opem petimus.'---Cic. Tusc. Quaest. Science! thou fair effusive ray From the great source of mental day, Free, generous, and refined! Descend with all thy treasures fraught, Illumine each bewilder'd thought, And bless my labouring mind. But first with thy resistless light, Disperse those phantoms from my sight,... Poems - Post by : David_Smyth - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 1835

A British Philippic A British Philippic

A British Philippic
OCCASIONED BY THE INSULTS OF THE SPANIARDS, AND THE PRESENT PREPARATIONS FOR WAR. 1738. Whence this unwonted transport in my breast? Why glow my thoughts, and whither would the Muse Aspire with rapid wing? Her country's cause Demands her efforts: at that sacred call She summons all her ardour, throws aside The trembling lyre, and with the warrior's trump She means to thunder in each British ear; And if one spark of honour or of fame, Disdain of insult, dread of infamy, One thought of public virtue yet survive,... Poems - Post by : Jonathon_Mays - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 3190

The Poet. A Rhapsody The Poet. A Rhapsody

The Poet. A Rhapsody
Of all the various lots around the ball, Which fate to man distributes, absolute, Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's son, Cursed with dire poverty! poor hungry wretch! What shall he do for life? He cannot work With manual labour; shall those sacred hands, That brought the counsels of the gods to light; Shall that inspired tongue, which every Muse Has touch'd divine, to charm the sons of men; These hallow'd organs! these! be prostitute To the vile service of some fool in power, All his behests submissive... Poems - Post by : yunzhe - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 1178

Ambition And Content (a Fable) Ambition And Content (a Fable)

Ambition And Content (a Fable)
'Optat quietem.'--HOR. While yet the world was young, and men were few, Nor lurking fraud, nor tyrant rapine knew, In virtue rude, the gaudy arts they scorn'd, Which, virtue lost, degenerate times adorn'd: No sumptuous fabrics yet were seen to rise, Nor gushing fountains taught to invade the skies; With nature, art had not begun the strife, Nor swelling marble rose to mimic life; No pencil yet had learn'd to express the fair; The bounteous earth was all their homely care. Then did Content exert her genial sway,... Poems - Post by : bretf68 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 2941

The Virtuoso In Imitation Op Spenser's Style And Stanza The Virtuoso In Imitation Op Spenser's Style And Stanza

The Virtuoso In Imitation Op Spenser's Style And Stanza
'Videmus Nugari solitos.'--PERSIUS. Whilom by silver Thames's gentle stream, In London town there dwelt a subtile wight; A wight of mickle wealth, and mickle fame, Book-learn'd and quaint; a Virtuoso hight. Uncommon things, and rare, were his delight; From musings deep his brain ne'er gotten ease, Nor ceasen he from study, day or night; Until (advancing onward by degrees) He knew whatever breeds on earth, or air, or seas. He... Poems - Post by : daveclark - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 3208

An Epistle To Curio An Epistle To Curio

An Epistle To Curio
(1)Thrice has the spring beheld thy faded fame, And the fourth winter rises on thy shame, Since I exulting grasp'd the votive shell, In sounds of triumph all thy praise to tell; Bless'd could my skill through ages make thee shine, And proud to mix my memory with thine. But now the cause that waked my song before, With praise, with triumph, crowns the toil no more. If to the glorious man whose faithful cares, Nor quell'd by malice, nor relax'd by years, Had awed Ambition's wild audacious hate,... Poems - Post by : tshipp1970 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 1651

Me Though In Life's Sequester'd Vale Me Though In Life's Sequester'd Vale

Me Though In Life's Sequester'd Vale
Me though in life's sequester'd vale The Almighty Sire ordain'd to dwell, Remote from glory's toilsome ways, And the great scenes of public praise; Yet let me still with grateful pride Remember how my infant frame He temper'd with prophetic flame, And early music to my tongue supplied. 'Twas then my future fate he weigh'd, And, this be thy concern, he said, At once with Passion's keen alarms, And Beauty's pleasurable charms, And sacred Truth's eternal light, To move the various mind of Man; Till, under one... Poems - Post by : Honor_Hart - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 2099

Inscription: Ye Powers Unseen, To Whom, The Bards Of Greece Inscription: Ye Powers Unseen, To Whom, The Bards Of Greece

Inscription: Ye Powers Unseen, To Whom, The Bards Of Greece
Ye powers unseen, to whom, the bards of Greece Erected altars; ye who to the mind More lofty views unfold, and prompt the heart With more divine emotions; if erewhile Not quite uupleasing have my votive rites Of you been deem'd, when oft this lonely seat To you I consecrated; then vouchsafe Here with your instant energy to crown My happy solitude. It is the hour When most I love to invoke you, and have felt Most frequent your glad ministry divine. The air is calm: the sun's unveiled orb... Poems - Post by : asprilla - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 3444

Inscription For The Wood Nymph Inscription For The Wood Nymph

Inscription For The Wood Nymph
Approach in silence. 'Tis no vulgar tale Which I, the Dryad of this hoary oak, Pronounce to mortal ears. The second age Now hasteneth to its period, since I rose On this fair lawn. The groves of yonder vale Are all my offspring: and each Nymph who guards The copses and the furrow'd fields beyond, Obeys me. Many changes have I seen In human things, and many awful deeds Of justice, when the ruling hand of Jove Against the tyrants of the land, against The unhallow'd sons of luxury and... Poems - Post by : Lou_Roggio - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 2092

Inscription For A Column At Runnymede Inscription For A Column At Runnymede

Inscription For A Column At Runnymede
Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here, While Thames among his willows from thy view Retires; O stranger, stay thee, and the scene Around contemplate well. This is the place Where England's ancient barons, clad in arms And stern with conquest, from their tyrant king (Then render'd tame) did challenge and secure The charter of thy freedom. Pass not on Till thou hast bless'd their memory, and paid Those thanks which God appointed the reward Of public virtue. And if chance thy home Salute thee with a father's honour'd... Poems - Post by : jimzorn - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 3094

Inscription: O Youths And Virgins: O Declining Eld Inscription: O Youths And Virgins: O Declining Eld

Inscription: O Youths And Virgins: O Declining Eld
O youths and virgins: O declining eld: O pale misfortune's slaves: O ye who dwell Unknown with humble quiet; ye who wait In courts, or fill the golden seat of kings: O sons of sport and pleasure: O thou wretch That weep'st for jealous love, or the sore wounds Of conscious guilt, or death's rapacious hand Which left thee void of hope: O ye who roam In exile; ye who through the embattled field Seek bright renown; or who for nobler palms Contend, the leaders of a public cause; Approach:... Poems - Post by : telestar - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 1856

Inscription: Whoe'er Thou Art Whose Path In Summer Lies Inscription: Whoe'er Thou Art Whose Path In Summer Lies

Inscription: Whoe'er Thou Art Whose Path In Summer Lies
Whoe'er thou art whose path in summer lies Through yonder village, turn thee where the grove Of branching oaks a rural palace old Embosoms. There dwells Albert, generous lord Of all the harvest round. And onward thence A low plain chapel fronts the morning light Fast by a silent rivulet. Humbly walk, O stranger, o'er the consecrated ground; And on that verdant hillock, which thou seest Beset with osiers, let thy pious hand Sprinkle fresh water from the brook, and strew Sweet-smelling flowers. For there doth Edmund rest, The... Poems - Post by : Gandalf - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 2534

Inscription For A Statue Of Chaucer At Woodstock Inscription For A Statue Of Chaucer At Woodstock

Inscription For A Statue Of Chaucer At Woodstock
Such was old Chaucer; such the placid mien Of him who first with harmony inform'd The language of our fathers. Here he dwelt For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life; through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world With cunning hand portraying. Though perchance From Blenheim's towers, O stranger, thou art come Glowing with Churchill's trophies; yet in vain Dost thou applaud them if... Poems - Post by : happyfeelings - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 1561

Inscription For A Grotto Inscription For A Grotto

Inscription For A Grotto
To me, whom in their lays the shepherds call Actaea, daughter of the neighbouring stream, This cave belongs. The fig-tree and the vine, Which o'er the rocky entrance downward shoot, Were placed by Glycou. He with cowslips pale, Primrose, and purple lychnis, deck'd the green Before my threshold, and my shelving walls With honeysuckle cover'd. Here at noon, Lull'd by the murmur of my rising fount, I slumber; here my clustering fruits I tend; Or from the humid flowers, at break of day, Fresh garlands weave, and chase from all... Poems - Post by : tsolsemaj - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 3328

Hymn To The Naiads Hymn To The Naiads

Hymn To The Naiads
ARGUMENT. The Nymphs, who preside over springs and rivulets, are addressed at daybreak, in honour of their several functions, and of the relations which they bear to the natural and to the moral world. Their origin is deduced from the first allegorical deities, or powers of nature, according to the doctrine of the old mythological poets, concerning the generation of the gods and the rise of things. They are then successively considered, as giving motion to the air and exciting summer breezes; as nourishing and beautifying the vegetable creation; as contributing to the fulness of navigable rivers, and consequently to the... Poems - Post by : msbarbara - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 3482

On Domestic Manners On Domestic Manners

On Domestic Manners
(UNFINISHED.) Meek Honour, female shame, Oh! whither, sweetest offspring of the sky, From Albion dost thou fly, Of Albion's daughters once the favourite fame? O beauty's only friend, Who giv'st her pleasing reverence to inspire; Who selfish, bold desire Dost to esteem and dear affection turn; Alas, of thee forlorn What joy, what praise, what hope can life pretend? Behold, our youths in vain Concerning nuptial happiness inquire:... Poems - Post by : ssilver465 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 1270

The Complaint The Complaint

The Complaint
Away! away! Tempt me no more, insidious love: Thy soothing sway Long did my youthful bosom prove: At length thy treason is discern'd, At length some dear-bought caution earn'd: Away! nor hope my riper age to move. I know, I see Her merit. Needs it now be shown, Alas, to me? How often, to myself unknown, The graceful, gentle, virtuous maid... Poems - Post by : Roy_Claridge - Date : October 2011 - Author : Mark Akenside - Read : 1991