Ode XVIII: To The Right Honourable Francis Earl Of Huntington (Mark Akenside Poems)
I. 1.The wise and great of every clime,Through all the spacious walks of Time,Where'er the Muse her power display'd,With joy ...
I. 1.The wise and great of every clime,Through all the spacious walks of Time,Where'er the Muse her power display'd,With joy ...
I.Thrice hath the spring beheld thy faded fame Since I exulting grasp'd the tuneful shell: Eager through endless years to sound thy ...
Occasion'd by the Insults of the Spaniards, and the present Preparations for War, 1738.Whence this unwonted Transport in my Breast?Why ...
Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known,Too long to Love hath reason left her throne;Too long my genius ...
If, yet regardful of your native land,Old Shakespeare's tongue you deign to understand,Lo, from the blissful bowers where heaven rewardsInstructive ...
"——— Videmus Nugari solitos." -PersiusWhilom by silver Thames's gentle stream,In London town there dwelt a subtile wight;A wight of mickle wealth, and ...
I. 1.For toils which patriots have endur'd,For treason quell'd and laws secur'd,In every nation Time displaysThe palm of honourable praise.Envy ...
I 1.Farewell to Leyden's lonely bound,The Belgian Muse's sober seat;Where dealing frugal gifts aroundTo all the favorites at her feet,She ...
A DIALOGUE: Addressed to a young Lady.Friendship:In vain thy lawless Fires contend with mine,Tho' Crouds unnumber'd fall before thy Shrine;Let ...
I.Believe me, Edwards, to restrainThe licence of a railer's tongueIs what but seldom men obtainBy sense or wit, by prose ...
I.Meek honor, female shame, O! whither, sweetest offspring of the sky, From Albion dost thou fly;Of Albion's daughters once the favorite fame? O ...
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.Attend to Chaulieu's wanton lyre;While, fluent as the sky-lark singsWhen first the morn allures it's wings,The epicure his theme pursues:And ...
I.Whither did my fancy stray?By what magic drawn awayHave I left my studious theme?From this philosophic page,From the problems of ...
I.Of all the springs within the mindWhich prompt her steps in fortune's maze,From none more pleasing aid we findThan from ...
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