<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454950" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode VIII: If Rightly Tuneful Bards Decide</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I. <br>If rightly tuneful bards decide,<br>If it be fix'd in love's decrees,<br>That beauty ought not to be tried<br>But by its native power to please,<br>Then tell me, youths and lovers, tell,<br>What fair can Amoret excell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Behold that bright unsullied smile,<br>And wisdom speaking in her mien:<br>Yet (she so artless all the while,<br>So little studious to be seen)<br>We nought but instant gladness know,<br>Nor think to whom the gift we owe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>But neither music, nor the powers<br>Of youth and mirth and frolick cheer,<br>Add half that sunshine to the hours,<br>Or make life's prospect half so clear,<br>As memory brings it to the eye<br>From scenes where Amoret was by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Yet not a satirist could there<br>Or fault or indiscretion find;<br>Nor any prouder sage declare<br>One virtue, pictur'd in his mind,<br>Whose form with lovelier colours glows<br>Than Amoret's demeanor shows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>This sure is beauty's happiest part:<br>This gives the most unbounded sway:<br>This shall inchant the subject heart<br>When rose and lily fade away;<br>And she be still, in spite of time,<br>Sweet Amoret in all her prime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Akenside">Mark Akenside</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454950" data-title="Ode VIII: If Rightly Tuneful Bards Decide de Mark Akenside" data-description="I. If rightly tuneful bards decide, If it be fix'd in love's decrees, That beauty ought not to be tried But by its native power to please, Then tell me, youths and lovers, tell, What fair can Amoret excell? II. Behold that bright unsullied smile..."></div> </div> </div>

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