Poet Mark Akenside

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The Pleasures Of Imagination: Book The Fourth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST UVWXYZA2B2C2D2E2F2G2 H2I2J2K2L2M2N2O2P2YQ 2D2 J2R2S2T2U2LV2W2X2Y2N WZ2SU2A3SD2J2SB3SC3U 2Z2D3E3F3SU2G3SH3SI3 J3S2J3J3J3K3L3B3A3J3 U2SP2M3N3O3L3J3J3P3Q 3R3J3J3S3J3J3T3J3U2J 3P2L3SU3V3W3N3J3SJ3J 3J3J3J3P3J3R3P3Y2

One effort more one cheerful sally moreA
Our destin'd course will finish and in peaceB
Then for an offering sacred to the powersC
Who lent us gracious guidance we will thenD
Inscribe a monument of deathless praiseE
O my adventurous song With steady speedF
Long hast thou on an untried voyage boundG
Sail'd between earth and heaven hast now survey'dH
Stretch'd out beneath thee all the mazy tractsI
Of passion and opinion like a wasteJ
Of sands and flowery lawns and tangling woodsK
Where mortals roam bewilder'd and hast nowL
Exulting soar'd among the worlds aboveM
Or hover'd near the eternal gates of heavenN
If haply the discourses of the GodsO
A curious but an unpresuming guestP
Thou might'st partake and carry back some strainQ
Of divine wisdom lawful to repeatR
And apt to be conceiv'd of man belowS
A different task remains the secret pathsT
Of early genius to explore to traceU
Those haunts where Fancy her predestin'd sonsV
Like to the Demigods of old doth nurseW
Remote from eyes profane Ye happy soulsX
Who now her tender discipline obeyY
Where dwell ye What wild river's brink at eveZ
Imprint your steps What solemn groves at noonA2
Use ye to visit often breaking forthB2
In rapture 'mid your dilatory walkC2
Or musing as in slumber on the greenD2
Would i again were with you O ye dalesE2
Of Tyne and ye most ancient woodlands whereF2
Oft as the giant flood obliquely stridesG2
And his banks open and his lawns extendH2
Stops short the pleased traveller to viewI2
Presiding o'er the scene some rustic towerJ2
Founded by Norman or by Saxon handsK2
O ye Northumbrian shades which overlookL2
The rocky pavement and the mossy fallsM2
Of solitary Wensbeck's limpid streamN2
How gladly i recall your well known seatsO2
Belov'd of old and that delightful timeP2
When all alone for many a summer's dayY
I wander'd through your calm recesses ledQ2
In silence by some powerful hand unseenD2
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Nor will i e'er forget you nor shall e'erJ2
The graver tasks of manhood or the adviceR2
Of vulgar wisdom move me to disclaimS2
Those studies which possess'd me in the dawnT2
Of life and fix'd the color of my mindU2
For every future year whence even nowL
From sleep i rescue the clear hours of mornV2
And while the world around lies overwhelm'dW2
In idle darkness am alive to thoughtsX2
Of honourable fame of truth divineY2
Or moral and of minds to virtue wonN
By the sweet magic of harmonious verseW
The themes which now expect us For thus farZ2
On general habits and on arts which growS
Spontaneous in the minds of all mankindU2
Hath dwelt our argument and how self taughtA3
Though seldom conscious of their own imployS
In nature's or in fortune's changeful sceneD2
Men learn to judge of beauty and acquireJ2
Those forms set up as idols in the soulS
For love and zealous praise Yet indistinctB3
In vulgar bosoms and unnotic'd lieS
These pleasing stores unless the casual forceC3
Of things external prompt the heedless mindU2
To recognize her wealth But some there areZ2
Conscious of nature and the rule which manD3
O'er nature holds some who within themselvesE3
Retiring from the trivial scenes of chanceF3
And momentary passion can at willS
Call up these fair exemplars of the mindU2
Review their features scan the secret lawsG3
Which bind them to each other and displayS
By forms or sounds or colours to the senseH3
Of all the world their latent charms displayS
Even as in nature's frame if such a wordI3
If such a word so bold may from the lipsJ3
Of man proceed as in this outward frameS2
Of things the great artificer pourtraysJ3
His own immense idea Various namesJ3
These among mortals bear as various signsJ3
They use and by peculiar organs speakK3
To human sense These are who by the flightL3
Of air through tubes with moving stops distinctB3
Or by extended chords in measure taughtA3
To vibrate can assemble powerful soundsJ3
Expressing every temper of the mindU2
From every cause and charming all the soulS
With passion void of care Others mean timeP2
The rugged mass of metal wood or stoneM3
Patiently taming or with easier handN3
Describing lines and with more ample scopeO3
Uniting colors can to general sightL3
Produce those permanent and perfect formsJ3
Those characters of heroes and of godsJ3
Which from the crude materials of the worldP3
Their own high minds created But the chiefQ3
Are poets eloquent men who dwell on earthR3
To clothe whate'er the soul admires or lovesJ3
With language and with numbers Hence to theseJ3
A field is open'd wide as nature's sphereS3
Nay wider various as the sudden actsJ3
Of human wit and vast as the demandsJ3
Of human will The bard nor length nor depthT3
Nor place nor form controuls To eyes to earsJ3
To every organ of the copious mindU2
He offereth all its treasures Him the hoursJ3
The seasons him obey and changeful TimeP2
Sees him at will keep measure with his flightL3
At will outstrip it To enhance his toilS
He summoneth from the uttermost extentU3
Of things which God hath taught him every formV3
Auxiliar every power and all besideW3
Excludes imperious His prevailing handN3
Gives to corporeal essence life and senseJ3
And every stately function of the soulS
The soul itself to him obsequious liesJ3
Like matter's passive heap and as he willsJ3
To reason and affection he assignsJ3
Their just alliances their just degreesJ3
Whence his peculiar honors whence the raceJ3
Of men who people his delightful worldP3
Men genuine and according to themselvesJ3
Transcend as far the uncertain sons of earthR3
As earth itself to his delightful worldP3
The palm of spotless beauty doth resignY2

Mark Akenside



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