<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode XVII: On A Sermon Against Glory</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Come then, tell me, sage divine, <br>Is it an offence to own <br>That our bosoms e'er incline <br>Toward immortal glory's throne? <br>For with me nor pomp, nor pleasure, <br>Bourbon's might, Braganza's treasure, <br>So can fancy's dream rejoice, <br>So conciliate reason's choice, <br>As one approving word of her impartial voice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>If to spurn at noble praise <br>Be the pass-port to thy heaven, <br>Follow thou those gloomy ways; <br>No such law to me was given, <br>Nor, I trust, shall I deplore me <br>Faring like my friends before me; <br>Nor an holier place desire <br>Than Timolean's arms acquire, <br>And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.</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=454964" data-title="Ode XVII: On A Sermon Against Glory de Mark Akenside" data-description="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 r..."></div> </div> </div>

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