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Title: The poetical works of Mark Akenside
Year: 1845 (1840s)
Authors: Akenside, Mark, 1721-1770 Dyce, Alexander, 1798-1869, ed
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Publisher: London, Bell and Daldy
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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luted every stream with human gore,And scatteredplagues and death from shore to shore. Great Jove beheld it from the Olympian towers,Where sate assembled all the heavenly powers ;Then, with a nod that shook the empyrean throne,Thus the Saturnian thunderer begun : You see, immortal inmates of the skies,How this vile wretch almighty power defies ;His daring crimes, the blood which he has spilt,Demand a torment equal to his guilt.Then, Cyprian goddess, let thy mighty boySwift to the tyrants guilty palace fly ;There let him choose his sharpest, hottest dart,And with his former rival wound his heart.And thou, my son, (the god to Hermes said,)Snatch up thy wand, and plume thy heels and head;Dart through the yielding air with all thy force,And down to Plutos realms direct thy course ;There rouse Oblivion from her sable cave,Where dull she sits by Lethes sluggish wave;Command her to secure the sacred bound,Where lives Content retired, and all aroundDiffuse the deepest glooms of Stygian night,
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AMBITION AND CONTENT. 293 And screen the virgin from the tyrants sight;That the vain purpose of his life may tryStill to explore, what still eludes his eye.He spoke; loud praises shake the bright abode.And all applaud the justice of the god. THE POET.* A RHAPSODY. ;F all the various lots around the ball,Which Fate to man distributes, abso-lute ; (son,Avert, ye gods! that of the MusesCursed with dire poverty ! poor hungry wretch !What shall he do for life ? he cannot workWith manual labour : shall those sacred hands,That brought the counsels of the gods to light;Shall that inspired tongue, which every MuseHas touched divine, to charm the sons of men ;These hallowed organs ! these ! be prostituteTo the vile service of some fool in power,All his behests submissive to perform,Howeer to him ingrateful ? Oh ! he scornsThe ignoble thought, with generous disdain,More eligible deeming it to starve,Like his famed ancestors renowned in verse,Than poorly bend to be anothers slave;Than feed and fa

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