The Poetical Works of Mark Akenside: With the Life of the Author, المجلد 2
B. Johnson, 31, J. Johnson, 147, High Street, & R. Johnson, 2, North Third Street, 1804
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Amid ancient appears arms arts attend awful band Beauty behold blooming BOOK bosom breast breath bright brow charms cloud colours deeds deep delight diff'rent divine dwell earth eternal ev'ry evil fair faithful Fancy Fate field fire fix'd flame forms frame glad groves hand happy harmonious hath heart heav'n Hence honours hope hour human Imagination immortal kind laws length light living looks measure mind morn mortal move Muse Nature Nature's o'er objects once pain passions paths pleasing Pleasure pomp pow'r praise radiant rise round sacred scene secret sense shade shapes smiles song soul sound springs steps strain streams sublime sweet taught tears tender thee things thou thought thro throne toil tongue truth turn various virtue voice walk whence wide wild wisdom youth
الصفحة 91 - Fresh pleasure only: for the attentive mind By this harmonious action on her powers Becomes herself harmonious: wont so oft In outward things to meditate the charm Of sacred order, soon she seeks at home To find a kindred order, to exert Within herself this elegance of love, This fair inspir'd delight: her temper'd powers Refine at length, and every passion wears A chaster, milder, more attractive mien.
الصفحة 153 - So often fills his arms ; so often draws His lonely footsteps, at the silent hour, To pay the mournful tribute of his tears ? Oh ! he will tell thee, that the wealth of worlds Should ne'er seduce his bosom to forego That sacred hour, when, stealing from the noise Of care and envy, sweet remembrance soothes With Virtue's kindest looks his aching breast, And turns his tears to rapture.
الصفحة 13 - From Heaven my strains begin: from Heaven descends The flame of genius to the human breast, And love and beauty, and poetic joy And inspiration. Ere the radiant sun Sprang from the east, or 'mid the vault of night The moon suspended her serener lamp; Ere mountains, woods, or streams adorn'd the...
الصفحة 90 - Of envied life ; though only few possess Patrician treasures or imperial state ; Yet Nature's care, to all her children just, With richer treasures and an ampler state, Endows at large whatever happy man Will deign to use them. His the city's pomp, The rural honours his. Whate'er adorns The princely dome, the column and the arch, The breathing marbles and the sculptur'd gold, Beyond the proud possessor's narrow claim, His tuneful breast enjoys.
الصفحة 18 - Through fields of air; pursues the flying storm; Rides on the vollied lightning through the heavens; Or, yoked with whirlwinds and the northern blast, Sweeps the long tract of day. Then high she soars The blue profound, and hovering round the sun Beholds him pouring the redundant stream Of light; beholds his unrelenting sway Bend the reluctant planets to absolve The fated rounds of Time.
الصفحة 91 - Refine at length, and every passion wears A chaster, milder, more attractive mien. But if to ampler prospects, if to gaze On Nature's form, where, negligent of all These lesser graces, she assumes the port Of that eternal majesty that weigh'd . The world's foundations, if to these the mind Exalts her daring eye ; then mightier far Will be the change, and nobler, Would the forms Of servile custom cramp her generous powers?
الصفحة 144 - Wheeling unshaken through the void immense ; And speak, O man ! does this capacious scene With half that kindling majesty dilate Thy strong conception, as when Brutus rose Refulgent from the stroke of Caesar's fate, Amid the crowd of patriots ; and his arm Aloft extending, like eternal Jove When guilt brings down the thunder, call'd aloud On Tully's name, and shook his crimson steel, And bade the father of his country hail ? For lo ! the tyrant prostrate on the dust, And Rome again is free...
الصفحة 85 - O'er all creation. From the wise be far Such gross unhallow'd pride ; nor needs my song Descend so low ; but rather now unfold, If human thought could reach, or words unfold, By what mysterious fabric of the mind, The deep-felt joys and harmony of sound Result from airy motion ; and from shape 460 The lovely phantoms of sublime and fair. By what fine ties hath God connected things When present in the mind, which in themselves Have no connection...
الصفحة 13 - Then liv'd the almighty One : then, deep retir'd In his unfathom'd essence, view'd the forms, The forms eternal of created things ; The radiant sun, the/ moon's nocturnal lamp, The mountains, woods, and streams, the rolling globe, And wisdom's mien celestial. From the first Of days, on them his love divine he fix'd, His admiration : till in time complete, What he admir'd and lov'd, his vital smile Unfolded into being.
الصفحة 90 - For him, the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him, the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn.