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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=454970" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pleasures Of Imagination</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BOOK I </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> With what attractive charms this goodly frame<br> Of Nature touches the consenting hearts<br> Of mortal men; and what the pleasing stores<br> Which beauteous imitation thence derives<br> To deck the poet's, or the painter's toil;<br> My verse unfolds. Attend, ye gentle pow'rs<br> Of musical delight! and while I sing<br> Your gifts, your honours, dance around my strain.<br> Thou, smiling queen of every tuneful breast,<br> Indulgent Fancy! from the fruitful banks<br> Of Avon, whence thy rosy fingers cull<br> Fresh flowers and dews to sprinkle on the turf<br> Where Shakspeare lies, be present: and with thee<br> Let Fiction come, upon her vagrant wings<br> Wafting ten thousand colours through the air,<br> Which, by the glances of her magic eye,<br> She blends and shifts at will, through countless forms,<br> Her wild creation. Goddess of the lyre,<br> Which rules the accents of the moving sphere,<br> Wilt thou, eternal Harmony! descend<br> And join this festive train? for with thee comes<br> The guide, the guardian of their lovely sports,<br> Majestic Truth; and where Truth deigns to come,<br> Her sister Liberty will not be far.<br> Be present all ye genii, who conduct<br> The wandering footsteps of the youthful bard,<br> New to your springs and shades: who touch his ear<br> With finer sounds: who heighten to his eye<br> The bloom of Nature, and before him turn<br> The gayest, happiest attitude of things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">...<br> Or shall I mention, where celestial Truth<br> Her awful light discloses, to bestow<br> A more majestic pomp on Beauty's frame?<br> For man loves knowledge, and the beams of Truth<br> More welcome touch his understanding's eye,<br> Than all the blandishments of sound his ear,<br> Than all of taste his tongue. Nor ever yet<br> The melting rainbow's vernal-tinctur'd hues<br> To me have shone so pleasing, as when first<br> The hand of Science pointed out the path<br> In which the sun-beams gleaming from the west<br> Fall on the watery cloud, whose darksome veil<br> Involves the orient; and that trickling shower<br> Piercing through every crystalline convex<br> Of clustering dew-drops to their flight oppos'd,<br> Recoil at length where concave all behind<br> The internal surface on each glassy orb<br> Repeals their forward passage into air;<br> That thence direct they seek the radiant goal<br> From which their course began; and, as they strike<br> In different lines the gazer's obvious eye,<br> Assume a different lustre, through the brede<br> Of colours changing from the splendid rose<br> To the pale violet's dejected hue.</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>
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 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
 To deck the poet's, or the painter's toil;
 My verse unfolds. ..."></div>
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