The Pleasures Of Imagination: Book The Second Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLGMNOPQRS TM UVWXUYZA2GB2GC2D2GGZ ZE2 ZF2G2GZLWGZG2ZH2I2ZB 2J2ZGGNGZLGK2L2B2ZM2 GA2ZN2O2ZSP2GGQ2ZN2 LZZUAH2ZGYZR2LW EN2S2EI2T2GZGU2GV2UZ GGW2YX2Y2I2GZS A2ZS2P2GZZZ2I2ZJ2MQZ G A3X2ZZGGGB3S2ZC3V2ZZ D3ZZE3Z ZE2ZZZZSA3ZGB2F3GZGU LJ2GYC2G3H3GZZZS2ZY| When shall the laurel and the vocal string | A |
| Resume their honours When shall we behold | B |
| The tuneful tongue the Prometh an hand | C |
| Aspire to ancient praise Alas how faint | D |
| How slow the dawn of beauty and of truth | E |
| Breaks the reluctant shades of Gothic night | F |
| Which yet involve the nations Long they groan'd | G |
| Beneath the furies of rapacious force | H |
| Oft as the gloomy north with iron swarms | I |
| Tempestuous pouring from her frozen caves | J |
| Blasted the Italian shore and swept the works | K |
| Of liberty and wisdom down the gulph | L |
| Of all devouring night As long immur'd | G |
| In noon tide darkness by the glimmering lamp | M |
| Each muse and each fair science pin'd away | N |
| The sordid hours while foul barbarian hands | O |
| Their mysteries profan'd unstrung the lyre | P |
| And chain'd the soaring pinion down to earth | Q |
| At last the muses rose and spurn'd their bonds | R |
| And wildly warbling scatter'd as they flew | S |
| Their blooming wreaths from fair Valclusa's bowers | T |
| Arno's myrtle border and the shore of soft Parthenope | M |
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| But still the rage of dire ambition and gigantic power | U |
| From public aims and from the busy walk | V |
| Of civil commerce drove the bolder train | W |
| Of penetrating science to the cells | X |
| Where studious ease consumes the silent hour | U |
| In shadowy searches and unfruitful care | Y |
| Thus from their guardians torn the tender arts | Z |
| Of mimic fancy and harmonious joy | A2 |
| To priestly domination and the lust | G |
| Of lawless courts their amiable toil | B2 |
| For three inglorious ages have resign'd | G |
| In vain reluctant and Torquato's tongue | C2 |
| Was tun'd for slavish p ans at the throne | D2 |
| Of tinsel pomp and Raphael's magic hand | G |
| Effus'd its fair creation to enchant | G |
| The fond adoring herd in Latian fanes | Z |
| To blind belief while on their prostrate necks | Z |
| The sable tyrant plants his heel secure | E2 |
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| But now behold the radiant ra dawns | Z |
| When freedom's ample fabric fix'd at length | F2 |
| For endless years on Albion's happy shore | G2 |
| In full proportion once more shall extend | G |
| To all the kindred powers of social bliss | Z |
| A common mansion a parental roof | L |
| There shall the virtues there shall wisdom's train | W |
| Their long lost friends rejoining as of old | G |
| Embrace the smiling family of arts | Z |
| The muses and the graces Then no more | G2 |
| Shall vice distracting their delicious gifts | Z |
| To aims abhorr'd with high distaste and scorn | H2 |
| Turn from their charms the philosophic eye | I2 |
| The patriot bosom then no more the paths | Z |
| Of public care or intellectual toil | B2 |
| Alone by footsteps haughty and severe | J2 |
| In gloomy state be trod the harmonious Muse | Z |
| And her persuasive sisters then shall plant | G |
| Their sheltering laurels o'er the bleak ascent | G |
| And scatter flowers along the rugged way | N |
| Arm'd with the lyre already have we dar'd | G |
| To pierce divine philosophy's retreats | Z |
| And teach the Muse her lore already strove | L |
| Their long divided honours to unite | G |
| While tempering this deep argument we sang | K2 |
| Of truth and beauty Now the same glad task | L2 |
| Impends now urging our ambitious toil | B2 |
| We hasten to recount the various springs | Z |
| Of adventitious pleasure which adjoin | M2 |
| Their grateful influence to the prime effect | G |
| Of objects grand or beauteous and inlarge | A2 |
| The complicated joy The sweets of sense | Z |
| Do they not oft with kind accession flow | N2 |
| To raise harmonious fancy's native charm | O2 |
| So while we taste the fragrance of the rose | Z |
| Glows not her blush the fairer While we view | S |
| Amid the noontide walk a limpid rill | P2 |
| Gush through the trickling herbage to the thirst | G |
| Of summer yielding the delicious draught | G |
| Of cool refreshment o'er the mossy brink | Q2 |
| Shines not the surface clearer and the waves | Z |
| With sweeter music murmur as they flow | N2 |
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| Nor this alone the various lot of life | L |
| Oft from external circumstance assumes | Z |
| A moment's disposition to rejoice | Z |
| In those delights which at a different hour | U |
| Would pass unheeded Fair the face of spring | A |
| When rural songs and odours wake the morn | H2 |
| To every eye but how much more to his | Z |
| Round whom the bed of sickness long diffus'd | G |
| Its melancholy gloom how doubly fair | Y |
| When first with fresh born vigour he inhales | Z |
| The balmy breeze and feels the blessed sun | R2 |
| Warm at his bosom from the springs of life | L |
| Chasing oppressive damps and languid pain | W |
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| Or shall i mention where c lestial truth | E |
| Her awful light discloses to bestow | N2 |
| A more majestic pomp on beauty's frame | S2 |
| For man loves knowledge and the beams of truth | E |
| More welcome touch his understanding's eye | I2 |
| Than all the blandishments of sound his ear | T2 |
| Than all of taste his tongue Nor ever yet | G |
| The melting rainbow's vernal tinctur'd hues | Z |
| To me have shone so pleasing as when first | G |
| The hand of science pointed out the path | U2 |
| In which the sun beams gleaming from the west | G |
| Fall on the watry cloud whose darksome veil | V2 |
| Involves the orient and that trickling shower | U |
| Piercing through every crystalline convex | Z |
| Of clustering dew drops to their flight oppos'd | G |
| Recoil at length where concave all behind | G |
| The internal surface of each glassy orb | W2 |
| Repells their forward passage into air | Y |
| That thence direct they seek the radiant goal | X2 |
| From which their course began and as they strike | Y2 |
| In different lines the gazer's obvious eye | I2 |
| Assume a different lustre through the brede | G |
| Of colours changing from the splendid rose | Z |
| To the pale violet's dejected hue | S |
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| Or shall we touch that kind access of joy | A2 |
| That springs to each fair object while we trace | Z |
| Through all its fabric wisdom's artful aim | S2 |
| Disposing every part and gaining still | P2 |
| By means proportion'd her benignant end | G |
| Speak ye the pure delight whose favour'd steps | Z |
| The lamp of science through the jealous maze | Z |
| Of nature guides when haply you reveal | Z2 |
| Her secret honours whether in the sky | I2 |
| The beauteous laws of light the central powers | Z |
| That wheel the pensile planets round the year | J2 |
| Whether in wonders of the rowling deep | M |
| Or the rich fruits of all sustaining earth | Q |
| Or fine adjusted springs of life and sense | Z |
| Ye scan the counsels of their author's hand | G |
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| What when to raise the meditated scene | A3 |
| The flame of passion through the struggling soul | X2 |
| Deep kindled shows across that sudden blaze | Z |
| The object of its rapture vast of size | Z |
| With fiercer colours and a night of shade | G |
| What like a storm from their capacious bed | G |
| The sounding seas o'erwhelming when the might | G |
| Of these eruptions working from the depth | B3 |
| Of man's strong apprehension shakes his frame | S2 |
| Even to the base from every naked sense | Z |
| Of pain or pleasure dissipating all | C3 |
| Opinion's feeble coverings and the veil | V2 |
| Spun from the cobweb fashion of the times | Z |
| To hide the feeling heart Then nature speaks | Z |
| Her genuine language and the words of men | D3 |
| Big with the very motion of their souls | Z |
| Declare with what accumulated force | Z |
| The impetuous nerve of passion urges on | E3 |
| The native weight and energy of things | Z |
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| Yet more her honours where nor beauty claims | Z |
| Nor shews of good the thirsty sense allure | E2 |
| From passion's power alone our nature holds | Z |
| Essential pleasure Passion's fierce illapse | Z |
| Rouzes the mind's whole fabric with supplies | Z |
| Of daily impulse keeps the elastic powers | Z |
| Intensely poiz'd and polishes anew | S |
| By that collision all the fine machine | A3 |
| Else rust would rise and foulness by degrees | Z |
| Incumbering choak at last what heaven design'd | G |
| For ceaseless motion and a round of toil | B2 |
| But say does every passion thus to man | F3 |
| Administer delight That name indeed | G |
| Becomes the rosy breath of love becomes | Z |
| The radiant smiles of joy the applauding hand | G |
| Of admiration but the bitter shower | U |
| That sorrow sheds upon a brother's grave | L |
| But the dumb palsy of nocturnal fear | J2 |
| Or those consuming fires that gnaw the heart | G |
| Of panting indignation find we there | Y |
| To move delight Then listen while my tongue | C2 |
| The unalter'd will of heaven with faithful awe | G3 |
| Reveals what old Harmodius wont to teach | H3 |
| My early age Harmodius who had weigh'd | G |
| Within his learned mind whate'er the schools | Z |
| Of wisdom or thy lonely whispering voice | Z |
| O faithful nature dictate of the laws | Z |
| Which govern and support this mighty frame | S2 |
| Of universal being Oft the hours | Z |
| Fr | Y |
Mark Akenside
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