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The pleasures of imagination

dc.contributor Burnard, Lou Computing Service, University of Oxford Akenside, Mark, 1721-1770 2018-07-27 2019-07-04T11:02:36Z 2019-07-04T11:02:36Z 1744 1980-01-01
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dc.description.abstract Title proper taken from the main portion of the title of the earliest printed copy to hand: 4th ed., 1744 This text is incomplete
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dc.language English
dc.language.iso eng
dc.publisher University of Oxford
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dc.subject.lcsh Poems -- Great Britain -- 18th century
dc.subject.other Poems
dc.title The pleasures of imagination
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files.count 2 Akenside, Mark, 1721-1770
identifier.lccn Akenside, Mark, 1721-1770 1700-1799

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<B 1> <P 5> <L 1> With what attractive charms this goodly frame Of nature touches the consenting hearts Of mortal men, and what the pleasing stores Which beauteous Imitation thence derives <P 6> To deck the poet's, or the painter's toil, My verse unfolds. Attend, ye gentle powers Of musical delight! and, while I sing Your gifts, your honours, dance around my strain. Thou, smiling queen of every tuneful breast, Indulgent Fancy! from the fruitful banks Of Avon, whence thy rosy fingers cull Fresh flowers and dews to sprinkle on the turf Where Shakespeare lies, be present; and with thee Let Fiction come, upon her vagrant wings Wafting ten thousand colours through the air, And, by the glances of her magic eye, Combining each in endless fairy forms, Her wild creation. Goddess of the lyre Which rules the accents of the moving sphere, Wilt thou, eternal Harmon! descend And join this festive train? for with thee comes The guide, the guardian of their lovely sports, Majestic Truth; and where Tru . . .
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