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Akenside Amalthea amid ancient arms arts Athens awful bards beauty Beauty's behold bless'd bloom bosom breast breath bright brow Callimachus celestial charms Clisthenes Cnossus colours deeds delight divine doth dwell E'en e'er earth eternal fair faithful fame Fancy Fate fix'd flame flowery forms frame gates of morn genius gloomy glory gods groves hand haply harmonious hath heart Heaven Hesiod honour'd honours hour human immortal Jove labour lyre MARK AKENSIDE Megacles mind mortal Muse Naiads Nature Nature's Newcastle upon Tyne Nymphs o'er objects passions paths patriot Pisistratus Plato pleasing PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION poem poetry poets pomp powers praise radiant ridiculous rill round sacred scene scorn sense shade shame Sire smiles smiling band Socrates song sons soul springs steps stream sublime sweet taught Tethys thee things thou thought throne toil tongue truth virtue voice walk whate'er whence Wisdom youth
الصفحة 102 - day's Long labour, why, forgetful of his toils And due repose, he loiters to behold The sunshine gleaming, as through amber clouds, O'er all the western sky : full soon, I ween, His rude expression and untutor'd airs, Beyond the power of language, will unfold The form of beauty smiling at his heart; How lovely
الصفحة 32 - the profound six thousand years, Nor yet arrives in sight of mortal things. E'en on the barriers of the world, untired She meditates the' eternal depth below ; Till half recoiling, down the headlong steep She plunges; soon o'erwhelm'd and swallow'd up In that immense of being. There her hopes Rest at the fated goal.
الصفحة 245 - 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 name, Go, call thy sons ; instruct them what a debt They owe their ancestors; and make them swear To pay it, by transmitting down entire Those sacred rights to which themselves were born.
الصفحة 34 - to urge us on With unremitted labour to pursue Those sacred stores that wait the ripening soul, In Truth's exhaustless bosom. What need words To paint its power? For this the daring youth Breaks from his weeping mother's anxious arms, In foreign climes to rove : the pensive sage, Heedless of sleep, or midnight's harmful damp,
الصفحة 44 - For lo! the tyrant prostrate on the dust, And Rome again is free! Is aught so fair In all the dewy landscapes of the Spring, In the bright eye of Hesper or the Morn, In Nature's fairest forms, is aught so
الصفحة 105 - And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh
الصفحة 30 - from the east, or mid the vault of night The Moon suspended her serener lamp; Ere mountains, woods, or streams adorn'd the globe, Or Wisdom taught the sons of men her lore; Then lived the' Almighty One; then, deep-retired In his unfathom'd essence, view'd the forms, The forms eternal of created things
الصفحة 30 - Say, why was man so eminently raised Amid the vast Creation *; why ordain'd Through life and death to dart his piercing eye, With thoughts beyond the limit of his frame; But that the' Omnipotent might send him forth In sight of mortal
الصفحة 4 - rarely from the mind which it possesses, an envious desire of plundering wealth or degrading greatness; and of which the immediate tendency is innovation and anarchy, an impetuous eagerness to subvert and confound, with very little care what shall be established. Akenside was one of those poets who have felt
الصفحة 102 - species? This, nor gems, nor stores of gold, Nor purple state, nor culture can bestow; But God alone, when first his active hand Imprints the secret bias of the soul. He, mighty Parent! wise and just in all, Free as the vital breeze or light of heaven, Reveals the charms of Nature. Ask the swain Who journeys homeward from a