Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 17. ON A SERMON AGAINST GLORY, by MARK AKENSIDE


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First Line: Come then, tell me, sage divine
Last Line: And tully's curule chair, and milton's golden lyre.
Subject(s): Religion; Theology


I.

COME then, tell me, sage divine,
Is it an offence to own
That our bosoms e'er incline
Toward immortal glory's throne?
For with me nor pomp, nor pleasure,
Bourbon's might, Braganza's treasure,
So can fancy's dream rejoice,
So conciliate reason's choice,
As one approving word of her impartial voice.

II.

If to spurn at noble praise
Be the passport to thy heaven,
Follow thou those gloomy ways;
No such law to me was given,
Nor, I trust, shall I deplore me
Faring like my friends before me;
Nor a holier place desire
Than Timoleon's arms acquire,
And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.





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