<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Taste</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, then, is taste but those internal powers,<br>Active and strong, and feeling alive<br>To each fine impulse? a discerning sense<br>Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust<br>From things deformed, or disarranged and gross<br>In species. This nor gems nor stores of gold,<br>Nor purple state nor culture can bestow;<br>But God alone, when first His active hand<br>Imprints the secret bias of the soul.</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=454967" data-title="Taste de Mark Akenside" data-description="What, then, is taste but those internal powers, Active and strong, and feeling alive To each fine impulse? a discerning sense Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust From things deformed, or disarranged and gross In species. This nor gems nor st..."></div> </div> </div>

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