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Mark Akenside Poems

  • Whoe'er Thou Art Whose Pat In Summer Lies
    Whoe'er thou art whose path in summer lies
    Through yonder village, turn thee where the grove
    Of branching oaks a rural palace old
    Imbosoms. there dwells Albert, generous lord ...
  • Ambition And Content
    While yet the world was young, and men were few,
    Nor lurking fraud, nor tyrant rapine knew,
    In virtue rude, the gaudy arts they scorn'd,
    Which, virtue lost, degenerate times adorn'd: ...
  • Ode Ix(ii); At Study
    Whither did my fancy stray?
    By what magic drawn away
    Have I left my studious theme?
    From this philosophic page, ...
  • To The Author Of Memoirs Of The House Of Brandenburgh
    The men renown'd as chiefs of human race,
    And born to lead in counsels or in arms,
    Have seldom turn'd their feet from glory's chace
    To dwell with books or court the Muse's charms. ...
  • The Pleasures Of Imagination - The Second Book
    When shall the laurel and the vocal string
    Resume their honours? When shall we behold
    The tuneful tongue, the Promethéan hand
    Aspire to ancient praise? Alas! how faint, ...
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Love 64 I Love You 64 Mind 58 Heart 51 Power 47 Life 46 Divine 43 Tongue 43 Human 42 Heaven 40


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  • Quotebread: "such and so various are the tastes of men!" - mark akenside
  • Fernandakmoura1: "to muse at last amid the ghastly gloom, of graves and hoary vaults, and cloister'd cells; to walk with spectres through the midnight shade." mark akenside (1721-1770)
  • Tesssomervell: did not expect to see gray on this. and oh hi mark (akenside)
  • Kumarsanil7: mark akenside as a pre-romantic poet
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Emily Dickinson Poem
The Truth'is stirless
 by Emily Dickinson

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The Truth-is stirless-
Other force-may be presumed to move-
This-then-is best for confidence-
When oldest Cedars swerve-

And Oaks untwist their fists-
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