The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise. — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
SCIENCE! thou fair effusive ray From the great source of mental Day, Free, generous, and refin'd! Descend with all thy treasures fraught, Illumine each… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
This was Shakespeare's form ; Who walk'd in every path of human life, Felt every passion ; and to all mankind Doth now, will… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, and eagerly pursues imaginary joys. — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
The immortal mind, superior to his fate, amid the outrage of external things, firm as the solid base of this great world, rests on… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
Thou silent power, whose welcome sway charms every anxious thought away; in whose divine oblivion drown'd, sore pain and weary toil grow mild, love… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise. — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
Nor ever yet the melting rainbow's vernal-tinctur'd hues to me have shone so pleasing, as when first the hand of science pointed out the… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
Hence when lightning fires the arch of heaven, and thunders rock the ground, when furious whirlwinds rend the howling air, and ocean, groaning from… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
Different minds incline to different objects; one pursues the vast alone, the wonderful, the wild; another sighs for harmony and grace, and gentlest beauty. — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
