Mark Akenside (1721-1770 / England)
Poems of Mark Akenside
|61.||The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Fourth||4/17/2010|
|62.||The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Second||4/17/2010|
|63.||The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Third||4/17/2010|
|65.||The Virtuoso: In Imitation of Spenser's Style And Stanza||4/17/2010|
Ode IX. To Curio
Thrice hath the spring beheld thy faded fame
Since I exulting grasp'd the tuneful shell:
Eager through endless years to sound thy name,
Proud that my memory with thine should dwell.
How hast thou stain'd the splendor of my choice!
Those godlike forms which hover'd round thy voice,
Laws, freedom, glory, whither are they flown?
What can I now of thee to time report,
Save thy fond country made thy impious sport,