“The immortal mind, superior to his fate, amid the outrage of external things, firm as the solid base of this great world, rests on his own foundation. Blow, ye winds! Ye waves! ye thunders! roll your tempests on! Shake, ye old pillars of the marble sky! Till at its orbs and all its worlds of fire be loosen'd from their seats; yet still serene, the unconquer'd mind looks down upon the wreck; and ever stronger as the storms advance, firm through the closing ruin holds is way, when nature calls him to the destin'd goal.” WorldWayMindLooksStillsGoalFireFateSkyWindStrongerFoundationWaveBlowStormSuperiorsRuinsFirmSeatsShakesImmortalThunderClosingWrecksMarbleOutragePillarsSereneTempestOrbs Author:Mark Akenside
“Hence when lightning fires the arch of heaven, and thunders rock the ground, when furious whirlwinds rend the howling air, and ocean, groaning from his lowest bed, heaves his tempestuous billows to the sky; amid the mighty uproar, while below the nations tremble, Shakespeare looks abroad from some high cliff, superior, and enjoys the elemental war.” LooksWarHeavenNationsEnjoyFireAirSkyRocksBedOceanSuperiorsLightningLowestThunderCliffsFuriousArchesElementalsGroaning Book:The Poetical Works of Mark Akenside ...: Collated with the Best Editions Source: The Poetical Works of Mark Akenside ...: Collated with the Best Editions
