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Whither is Europe’s ancient spirit fled?
Where are those valiant tenants of her shore,
Who from the warrior bow the strong dart sped,
Or with firm hand the rapid pole-axe bore?

— Mark Akenside An Ode to the Country Gentlemen of England (1758)

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Man loves knowledge, and the beams of truth
More welcome touch his understanding's eye
Than all the blandishments of sound his ear,
Than all of taste his tongue.

The Pleasures of the Imagination (1744)

Such and so various are the tastes of men!

The Pleasures of the Imagination (1744)

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

Epistle to Curio (1744)

Oft the hours
From morn to eve have stolen unmark'd away,
While mute attention hung upon his lips.

The Pleasures of the Imagination (1744)

Heaven's all-subduing will,
With good the progeny of ill,
Attempreth every state below.

Odes on Several Subjects (1745)

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