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Song: The Shape Alone Let Others Prize

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Title:     Song: The Shape Alone Let Others Prize
Author: Mark Akenside [More Titles by Akenside]

The shape alone let others prize,
The features of the fair;
I look for spirit in her eyes,
And meaning in her air;

A damask cheek, an ivory arm,
Shall ne'er my wishes win:
Give me an animated form,
That speaks a mind within;

A face where awful honour shines,
Where sense and sweetness move,
And angel innocence refines
The tenderness of love.

These are the soul of Beauty's frame;
Without whose vital aid,
Unfinish'd all her features seem,
And all her roses dead.

But, ah! where both their charms unite,
How perfect is the view,
With every image of delight,
With graces ever new:

Of power to charm the greatest woe,
The wildest rage control,
Diffusing mildness o'er the brow,
And rapture through the soul.

Their power but faintly to express,
All language must despair;
But go, behold Arpasia's face,
And read it perfect there.


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Mark Akenside's poem: Song: The Shape Alone Let Others Prize

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