Complaint, The (by: Mark Akenside (1721-1770)) Away! away! Tempt me no more, insidious Love: Thy soothing sway Long did my youthful bosom prove: At length thy treason is discern'd, At length some dear-bought caution earn'd: Away! nor hope my riper age to move. continue reading
Nightingale, The (by: Mark Akenside (1721-1770)) To-night retired, the queen of heaven With young Endymion stays; And now to Hesper it is given continue reading
Ode On A Sermon Against Glory (by: Mark Akenside (1721-1770)) Come then, tell me, sage divine, Is it an offence to own That our bosoms e'er incline Toward immortal glory's throne? continue reading
