Ode XVI: To Caleb Hardinge, M.D. (Mark Akenside Poems)
I.With sordid floods the wintry UrnHath stain'd fair Richmond's level green:Her naked hill the Dryads mourn,No longer a poetic scene.No ...
I.With sordid floods the wintry UrnHath stain'd fair Richmond's level green:Her naked hill the Dryads mourn,No longer a poetic scene.No ...
I cannot keep my purpose, but must give Sorrow and Verse their way; nor will I grieve Longer in silence; no, that ...
If in this Glass of Humours you do findThe Passions or diseases of your mind,Here without pain, you safely may ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
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