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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454961" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode XV: On Domestic Manners (Unfinished)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Meek honor, female shame,<br>O! whither, sweetest offspring of the sky,<br>From Albion dost thou fly;<br>Of Albion's daughters once the favorite fame?<br>O beauty's only friend,<br>Who giv'st her pleasing reverence to inspire;<br>Who selfish, bold desire<br>Dost to esteem and dear affection turn;<br>Alas, of thee forlorn<br>What joy, what praise, what hope can life pretend?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Behold; our youths in vain<br>Concerning nuptial happiness inquire:<br>Our maids no more aspire<br>The arts of bashful Hymen to attain;<br>But with triumphant eyes<br>And cheeks impassive, as they move along,<br>Ask homage of the throng.<br>The lover swears that in a harlot's arms<br>Are found the self-same charms,<br>And worthless and deserted lives and dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Behold; unbless'd at home,<br>The father of the cheerless household mourns:<br>The night in vain returns,<br>For love and glad content at distance roam;<br>While she, in whom his mind<br>Seeks refuge from the day's dull task of cares,<br>To meet him she prepares,<br>Through noise and spleen and all the gamester's art,<br>A listless, harrass'd heart,<br>Where not one tender thought can welcome find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>'Twas thus, along the shore<br>Of Thames, Britannia's guardian Genius heard,<br>From many a tongue preferr'd,<br>Of strife and grief the fond invective lore:<br>At which the queen divine<br>Indignant, with her adamantine spear<br>Like thunder sounding near,<br>Smote the red cross upon her silver shield,<br>And thus her wrath reveal'd.<br>(I watch'd her awful words and made them mine.)<br>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</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>
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Meek honor, female shame,
O! whither, sweetest offspring of the sky,
From Albion dost thou fly;
Of Albion's daughters once the favorite fame?
O beauty's only friend,
Who giv'st her pleasing reverence to inspire;
Who selfish, bold desire
Dost to..."></div>
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