Mark Akenside ( 10 of 11 )
The green retreats
Of Academus.
The green retreats
Of Academus.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, and know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?
And the veil
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times,
TO hid the feeling heart?
Such and so various are the tastes of men.
Such and so various are the tastes of men.
At last the Muses rose, . . . And scattered, . . . as they flew,
Their blooming wreaths read more
At last the Muses rose, . . . And scattered, . . . as they flew,
Their blooming wreaths from fair Valclusa's bowers
To Arno's myrtle border.
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.
Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.
This was Shakespeare's form; who walked in every path of human life, felt every passion; and to all mankind doth read more
This was Shakespeare's form; who walked in every path of human life, felt every passion; and to all mankind doth now, will ever, that experience yield which his own genius only could acquire.
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys.
And the veil, spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, to hid the feeling heart.
And the veil, spun from the cobweb fashion of the times, to hid the feeling heart.
