by: Mark Akenside (1721-1770)
POEMS BY MARK AKENSIDE
- WAY! 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.
- I know, I see
- Her merit. Needs it now be shown,
- Alas! to me?
- How often, to myself unknown,
- The graceful, gentle, virtuous maid
- Have I admired! How often said--
- What joy to call a heart like hers one's own!
- But, flattering god,
- O squanderer of content and ease
- In thy abode
- Will care's rude lesson learn to please?
- O say, deceiver, hast thou won
- Proud Fortune to attend thy throne,
- Or placed thy friends above her stern decrees?