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

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When shall the laurel and the vocal stringA
Resume their honours When shall we beholdB
The tuneful tongue the Prometh an handC
Aspire to ancient praise Alas how faintD
How slow the dawn of beauty and of truthE
Breaks the reluctant shades of Gothic nightF
Which yet involve the nations Long they groan'dG
Beneath the furies of rapacious forceH
Oft as the gloomy north with iron swarmsI
Tempestuous pouring from her frozen cavesJ
Blasted the Italian shore and swept the worksK
Of liberty and wisdom down the gulphL
Of all devouring night As long immur'dG
In noon tide darkness by the glimmering lampM
Each muse and each fair science pin'd awayN
The sordid hours while foul barbarian handsO
Their mysteries profan'd unstrung the lyreP
And chain'd the soaring pinion down to earthQ
At last the muses rose and spurn'd their bondsR
And wildly warbling scatter'd as they flewS
Their blooming wreaths from fair Valclusa's bowersT
Arno's myrtle border and the shore of soft ParthenopeM
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But still the rage of dire ambition and gigantic powerU
From public aims and from the busy walkV
Of civil commerce drove the bolder trainW
Of penetrating science to the cellsX
Where studious ease consumes the silent hourU
In shadowy searches and unfruitful careY
Thus from their guardians torn the tender artsZ
Of mimic fancy and harmonious joyA2
To priestly domination and the lustG
Of lawless courts their amiable toilB2
For three inglorious ages have resign'dG
In vain reluctant and Torquato's tongueC2
Was tun'd for slavish p ans at the throneD2
Of tinsel pomp and Raphael's magic handG
Effus'd its fair creation to enchantG
The fond adoring herd in Latian fanesZ
To blind belief while on their prostrate necksZ
The sable tyrant plants his heel secureE2
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But now behold the radiant ra dawnsZ
When freedom's ample fabric fix'd at lengthF2
For endless years on Albion's happy shoreG2
In full proportion once more shall extendG
To all the kindred powers of social blissZ
A common mansion a parental roofL
There shall the virtues there shall wisdom's trainW
Their long lost friends rejoining as of oldG
Embrace the smiling family of artsZ
The muses and the graces Then no moreG2
Shall vice distracting their delicious giftsZ
To aims abhorr'd with high distaste and scornH2
Turn from their charms the philosophic eyeI2
The patriot bosom then no more the pathsZ
Of public care or intellectual toilB2
Alone by footsteps haughty and severeJ2
In gloomy state be trod the harmonious MuseZ
And her persuasive sisters then shall plantG
Their sheltering laurels o'er the bleak ascentG
And scatter flowers along the rugged wayN
Arm'd with the lyre already have we dar'dG
To pierce divine philosophy's retreatsZ
And teach the Muse her lore already stroveL
Their long divided honours to uniteG
While tempering this deep argument we sangK2
Of truth and beauty Now the same glad taskL2
Impends now urging our ambitious toilB2
We hasten to recount the various springsZ
Of adventitious pleasure which adjoinM2
Their grateful influence to the prime effectG
Of objects grand or beauteous and inlargeA2
The complicated joy The sweets of senseZ
Do they not oft with kind accession flowN2
To raise harmonious fancy's native charmO2
So while we taste the fragrance of the roseZ
Glows not her blush the fairer While we viewS
Amid the noontide walk a limpid rillP2
Gush through the trickling herbage to the thirstG
Of summer yielding the delicious draughtG
Of cool refreshment o'er the mossy brinkQ2
Shines not the surface clearer and the wavesZ
With sweeter music murmur as they flowN2
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Nor this alone the various lot of lifeL
Oft from external circumstance assumesZ
A moment's disposition to rejoiceZ
In those delights which at a different hourU
Would pass unheeded Fair the face of springA
When rural songs and odours wake the mornH2
To every eye but how much more to hisZ
Round whom the bed of sickness long diffus'dG
Its melancholy gloom how doubly fairY
When first with fresh born vigour he inhalesZ
The balmy breeze and feels the blessed sunR2
Warm at his bosom from the springs of lifeL
Chasing oppressive damps and languid painW
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Or shall i mention where c lestial truthE
Her awful light discloses to bestowN2
A more majestic pomp on beauty's frameS2
For man loves knowledge and the beams of truthE
More welcome touch his understanding's eyeI2
Than all the blandishments of sound his earT2
Than all of taste his tongue Nor ever yetG
The melting rainbow's vernal tinctur'd huesZ
To me have shone so pleasing as when firstG
The hand of science pointed out the pathU2
In which the sun beams gleaming from the westG
Fall on the watry cloud whose darksome veilV2
Involves the orient and that trickling showerU
Piercing through every crystalline convexZ
Of clustering dew drops to their flight oppos'dG
Recoil at length where concave all behindG
The internal surface of each glassy orbW2
Repells their forward passage into airY
That thence direct they seek the radiant goalX2
From which their course began and as they strikeY2
In different lines the gazer's obvious eyeI2
Assume a different lustre through the bredeG
Of colours changing from the splendid roseZ
To the pale violet's dejected hueS
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Or shall we touch that kind access of joyA2
That springs to each fair object while we traceZ
Through all its fabric wisdom's artful aimS2
Disposing every part and gaining stillP2
By means proportion'd her benignant endG
Speak ye the pure delight whose favour'd stepsZ
The lamp of science through the jealous mazeZ
Of nature guides when haply you revealZ2
Her secret honours whether in the skyI2
The beauteous laws of light the central powersZ
That wheel the pensile planets round the yearJ2
Whether in wonders of the rowling deepM
Or the rich fruits of all sustaining earthQ
Or fine adjusted springs of life and senseZ
Ye scan the counsels of their author's handG
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What when to raise the meditated sceneA3
The flame of passion through the struggling soulX2
Deep kindled shows across that sudden blazeZ
The object of its rapture vast of sizeZ
With fiercer colours and a night of shadeG
What like a storm from their capacious bedG
The sounding seas o'erwhelming when the mightG
Of these eruptions working from the depthB3
Of man's strong apprehension shakes his frameS2
Even to the base from every naked senseZ
Of pain or pleasure dissipating allC3
Opinion's feeble coverings and the veilV2
Spun from the cobweb fashion of the timesZ
To hide the feeling heart Then nature speaksZ
Her genuine language and the words of menD3
Big with the very motion of their soulsZ
Declare with what accumulated forceZ
The impetuous nerve of passion urges onE3
The native weight and energy of thingsZ
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Yet more her honours where nor beauty claimsZ
Nor shews of good the thirsty sense allureE2
From passion's power alone our nature holdsZ
Essential pleasure Passion's fierce illapseZ
Rouzes the mind's whole fabric with suppliesZ
Of daily impulse keeps the elastic powersZ
Intensely poiz'd and polishes anewS
By that collision all the fine machineA3
Else rust would rise and foulness by degreesZ
Incumbering choak at last what heaven design'dG
For ceaseless motion and a round of toilB2
But say does every passion thus to manF3
Administer delight That name indeedG
Becomes the rosy breath of love becomesZ
The radiant smiles of joy the applauding handG
Of admiration but the bitter showerU
That sorrow sheds upon a brother's graveL
But the dumb palsy of nocturnal fearJ2
Or those consuming fires that gnaw the heartG
Of panting indignation find we thereY
To move delight Then listen while my tongueC2
The unalter'd will of heaven with faithful aweG3
Reveals what old Harmodius wont to teachH3
My early age Harmodius who had weigh'dG
Within his learned mind whate'er the schoolsZ
Of wisdom or thy lonely whispering voiceZ
O faithful nature dictate of the lawsZ
Which govern and support this mighty frameS2
Of universal being Oft the hoursZ
FrY

Mark Akenside



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