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 i…

- Mark Akenside

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

- Mark Akenside

SCIENCE! thou fair effusive ray From the great source of mental Day, Free, generous, and refin'd! Descend with all thy treasures fraught, Illumin…

- Mark Akenside

Hence when lightning fires the arch of heaven, and thunders rock the ground, when furious whirlwinds rend the howling air, and ocean, groaning from h…

- Mark Akenside

Such and so various are the tastes of men.

- Mark Akenside

This was Shakespeare's form ; Who walk'd in every path of human life, Felt every passion ; and to all mankind Doth now, will ever, that experience yi…

- Mark Akenside

Away! Away! Tempt me no more insidious love.

- Mark Akenside

Different minds incline to different objects; one pursues the vast alone, the wonderful, the wild; another sighs for harmony and grace, and gentlest …

- Mark Akenside

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 path in whic…

- Mark Akenside