Poems by Mark Akenside
Ode XVI: To Caleb Hardinge, M.D.
... IV. No, Hardinge: peace to church and state! ...
Inscriptions: VI: For A Column At Runnymede
... Pass not on Till thou hast bless'd their memory, and paid ...
Ode XII: To Sir Francis Henry Drake, Baronet
... VII. Then, Drake, (for wherefore should we part ...
Ode I: The Remonstrance Of Shakespeare
... While wits, plain-dealers, fops, and fools appear, ...
Ode X: To The Muse
... To win thee back with some celestial strain ...
The Complaint
... At length some dear-bought caution earn'd: ...
Inscriptions: VII: The Wood Nymph
... Aught which may challenge praise, thou wilt not leave ...
Ode XI: On Love, To A Friend
... Dash'd my coy slumbers, or my dreams distress'd ...
Ode VI: To William Hall, Esquire: With The Works Of Chaulieu
... VI. But now with all these proud desires ...
Ode XIII: On Lyric Poetry
... III. 3. When midnight listens o'er the slumbering earth, ...
Ode III: To The Cuckow
... IV. When hearts are in each other bless'd, ...
Ode II: To Sleep
... Far be their guilty nights, and far their dreams from me! ...
A Song
... But ah! where both their Charms unite, ...
Taste
... From things deformed, or disarranged and gross ...
Ode XII: On Recovering From A Fit Of Sickness, In the Country
... And sang their happy gifts, and prais'd their spotless throne ...
