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Posted on 05/13/2004 10:02:02 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Yours, and mine, in order. ;)
Yeah.
I swear, my muse MUST be Queen Mab.
Mmmm! A wonderful selection!
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Hello everyone! Hope y'all are doing fantastic!
Recognize the bloom, ms. feather? It's one of Audrey III's blossoms from last year. Since I'm no poet, I thought I'd let Mother Nature's artwork be my contribution today/night. Much better than anything I could ever create. LOL!
I skimmed through "pings" and have enjoyed all the poems that everyone's pinged me to. I can't create but I certainly can enjoy. :-)
Think I'll snag one of these chok-lit donuts before I hit the hay. A perfect midnight snack. LOL!
*HUGZ* all 'round!
Hi radu!!
Nice to see you!! Oh I love Audrey III's blossoms.
I remember the two of us going out at night with a flash light waiting for her to do her thing.
Audrey III is always welcome in the Lair.
Glad there were some donuts for you.
Say from what simple springs began
The vast, ambitious thoughts of man,
Which range beyond control;
Which seek Eternity to trace,
Dive thro' th' infinity of space,
And strain to grasp the whole.
(Hymn to Science, 31-36)
Mark Akenside (1721-1770)
Good morning, Star.
(Hymn to Science, 31-36)
Mark Akenside (1721-1770)
Thanks for this wonderful, simple, yet powerful poem.
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Coffee & Donuts
Johnmiserable failureKerry
Johnmiserable failureKerry
YOu're welcome Queenie!! :o)
It's actually quite long - I picked only one stanza - I didn't wanna take up too much room among the real poets! :o)
Oh you could and should have posted the entire poem. :-)
We have lots of room for all poetry. Thank you for being a part of the Lair.
Ok - you asked for it! :o) HUGS!!
Mark Akenside (1721-1770)
Hymn to Science
Science! thou fair effusive ray
From the great source of mental day,
Free, generous, and refin'd!
Descend with all thy treasures fraught,
Illumine each bewilder'd thought,
And bless my lab'ring mind.
But first with thy resistless light,
Disperse those phantoms from my sight,
Those mimic shades of thee;
The scholiast's learning, sophist's cant,
The visionary bigot's rant,
The monk's philosophy.
O! let thy powerful charms impart
The patient head, the candid heart,
Devoted to thy sway;
Which no weak passions e'er mislead,
Which still with dauntless steps proceed
Where Reason points the way.
Give me to learn each secret cause;
Let number's, figure's, motion's laws
Reveal'd before me stand;
These to great Nature's scenes apply,
And round the globe, and thro' the sky,
Disclose her working hand.
Next, to thy nobler search resign'd,
The busy, restless, human mind
Thro' ev'ry maze pursue;
Detect Perception where it lies,
Catch the ideas as they rise,
And all their changes view.
Say from what simple springs began
The vast, ambitious thoughts of man,
Which range beyond control;
Which seek Eternity to trace,
Dive thro' th' infinity of space,
And strain to grasp the whole.
Her secret stores let Memory tell,
Bid Fancy quit her fairy cell,
In all her colours drest;
While prompt her sallies to control,
Reason, the judge, recalls the soul
To Truth's severest test.
Then launch thro' Being's wide extent;
Let the fair scale, with just ascent,
And cautious steps, be trod;
And from the dead, corporeal mass,
Thro' each progressive order pass
To Instinct, Reason, God.
There, Science! veil thy daring eye;
Nor dive too deep, nor soar too high,
In that divine abyss;
To Faith content thy beams to lend,
Her hopes t' assure, her steps befriend,
And light her way to bliss.
Then downwards take thy flight agen;
Mix with the policies of men,
And social nature's ties:
The plan, the genius of each state,
Its interest and its pow'rs relate,
Its fortunes and its rise.
Thro' private life pursue thy course,
Trace every action to its source,
And means and motives weigh:
Put tempers, passions in the scale,
Mark what degrees in each prevail,
And fix the doubtful sway.
That last, best effort of thy skill,
To form the life, and rule the will,
Propitious pow'r! impart:
Teach me to cool my passion's fires,
Make me the judge of my desires,
The master of my heart.
Raise me above the vulgar's breath,
Pursuit of fortune, fear of death,
And all in life that's mean.
Still true to reason be my plan,
Still let my action speak the man,
Thro' every various scene.
Hail! queen of manners, light of truth;
Hail! charm of age, and guide of youth;
Sweet refuge of distress:
In business, thou! exact, polite;
Thou giv'st Retirement its delight,
Prosperity its grace.
Of wealth, pow'r, freedom, thou! the cause;
Foundress of order, cities, laws,
Of arts inventress, thou!
Without thee what were human kind?
How vast their wants, their thoughts how blind!
Their joys how mean! how few!
Sun of the soul! thy beams unveil!
Let others spread the daring sail,
On Fortune's faithless sea;
While undeluded, happier I
From the vain tumult timely fly,
And sit in peace with thee.
Just to let you all know, I have to be away today. More meetings.
Muse well poets.
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