The Poetical Works of Mark AkensideLittle, Brown & Company, 1863 - Počet stran: 452 |
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Akenside Akenside's Amalthea Amid ancient appears arms arts awful bards Beauty behold bloom Bloomsbury Square bosom breast breath brow Bucke Callimachus Charles Townshend charms Clisthenes Daniel Wray delight divine doth dread dwell Dyson e'er Earl of Huntingdon earth edition eternal fair faithful fame Fancy fate fix'd flame forms freedom friendship genius gloom glory grove hand haply Hardinge hath heart heaven Hesiod honour honour'd hope hour human Hymn immortal labours laws lyre Lyric Poetry maid MARK AKENSIDE Megacles mind mortal Muse Muse's Naiads Nature Nature's Newcastle-upon-Tyne nobler Nymphs o'er objects passions Physicians Pindar Plato Pleasures of Imagination poem poet poetry pomp praise radiant ridiculous sacred says scene scorn shade shame shine Sire smiles smiling band song sons soul springs strain stream sublime sway taught thee things thou thought thro throne toil tongue Truth virtue Virtue's voice whate'er youth
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Strana 186 - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, 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 pleasure, unreproved.
Strana 123 - Imagination's tender frame, From nerve to nerve; all naked and alive They catch the spreading rays; till now the soul At length discloses every tuneful spring, To that harmonious movement from without Responsive. Then the inexpressive strain Diffuses its enchantment: Fancy dreams Of sacred fountains and Elysian groves, And vales of bliss...
Strana 185 - Hence when lightning fires The arch of Heaven, and thunders rock the ground, When furious whirlwinds rend the howling air, And Ocean, groaning from his lowest bed, Heaves his tempestuous billows to the sky ; Amid the mighty uproar, while below The nations tremble, SHAKSPEARE looks abroad From some high cliff, superior, and enjoys The elemental war.
Strana 135 - Mind, mind alone, (bear witness, Earth and Heaven !) The living fountains in itself contains Of beauteous and sublime : here, hand in hand, Sit paramount the Graces ; here enthroned, Celestial Venus, with divinest airs, Invites the soul to never-fading joy.
Strana 125 - The applauding smile of heaven? Else wherefore burns In mortal bosoms this unquenched hope, That breathes from day to day sublimer things, And mocks possession ? wherefore darts the mind With such resistless ardour to embrace Majestic forms ; impatient to be free, Spurning the gross control of wilful might ; Proud of the strong contention of her toils ; Proud to be daring...
Strana 124 - Omnipotent might send him forth In sight of mortal and immortal powers, As on a boundless theatre, to run The great career of justice ; to exalt His generous aim to all diviner deeds ; To chase each partial purpose from his breast ; And through the mists of passion and of sense, And through the tossing tide of chance and pain, To hold his course unfaltering, while the voice Of truth and virtue, up the steep ascent Of nature, calls him to his high reward, The applauding smile of heaven?
Strana 187 - 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...
Strana 165 - Thy beating bosom, when the patriot's tear Starts from thine eye, and thy extended arm In fancy hurls the thunderbolt of Jove To fire the impious wreath on Philip's brow, Or dash Octavius from the trophied car...
Strana 184 - Reveals the charms of Nature. Ask the swain Who journeys homeward from a summer 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...
Strana 125 - And continents of sand, will turn his gaze To mark the windings of a scanty rill That murmurs at his feet ? The high-born soul Disdains to rest her heaven-aspiring wing Beneath its native quarry.