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 ...
Mark Akenside Poems on Soul (13 Poems)
Ode IX: To Curio (Mark Akenside Poems)
I.Thrice hath the spring beheld thy faded fame Since I exulting grasp'd the tuneful shell: Eager through endless years to sound thy ...
A British PHILIPPIC (Mark Akenside Poems)
Occasion'd by the Insults of the Spaniards, and the present Preparations for War, 1738.Whence this unwonted Transport in my Breast?Why ...
The Poet (Mark Akenside Poems)
-A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's ...
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country (Mark Akenside Poems)
I. 1.How oft shall i surveyThis humble roof, the lawn, the greenwood shade,The vale with sheaves o'erspread,The glassy brook, the ...
Love: An Elegy (Mark Akenside Poems)
Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known,Too long to Love hath reason left her throne;Too long my genius ...
Ode I: The Remonstrance (Mark Akenside Poems)
If, yet regardful of your native land,Old Shakespeare's tongue you deign to understand,Lo, from the blissful bowers where heaven rewardsInstructive ...
Ode II: On The Winter-Solstice (Mark Akenside Poems)
IThe radiant ruler of the yearAt length his wintry goal attains;Soon to reverse the long career,And northward bend his steady ...
Ode VII: To The Right Reverend Benjamin Lord Bishop Of Winchester (Mark Akenside Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Ode X: To The Muse (Mark Akenside Poems)
I.Queen of my songs, harmonious maid,Ah why hast thou withdrawn thy aid?Ah why forsaken thus my breastWith inauspicious damps oppress'd?Where ...
A Song (Mark Akenside Poems)
The Shape alone let others prize,The Features of the Fair;I look for Spirit in her Eyes,And Meaning in her Air.A ...
Taste (Mark Akenside Poems)
What, then, is taste but those internal powers,Active and strong, and feeling aliveTo each fine impulse? a discerning senseOf decent ...