The Pleasures of Imagination: A Poem in Three Books

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R. Dodsley, 1744 - 125 pagina's
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Pagina 90 - Hence when lightning fires The arch of Heaven, and thunders rock the ground, When furious whirlwinds rend the howling air, And Ocean, groaning from his...
Pagina 18 - Breaks from his weeping mother's anxious arms, In foreign climes to rove : the pensive sage, Heedless of sleep, or midnight's harmful damp, Hangs o'er the sickly taper ; and untir'd The virgin follows, with enchanted step, 250 The mazes of some wild and wondrous tale, From morn to eve...
Pagina 16 - Maker said, That not in humble nor in brief delight, Not in the fading echoes of Renown, Power's purple robes, nor Pleasure's flowery lap, The...
Pagina 27 - Attentive turn ; from dim oblivion call Her fleet, ideal band ; and bid them, go ! Break through Time's barrier, and o'ertake the hour That saw the heavens created : then declare If aught were found in those external scenes To move thy wonder now.
Pagina 92 - The powers of man; we feel within ourselves His energy divine; he tells the heart, He meant, he made us to behold and love What he beholds and loves, the general orb Of life and being; to be great like him, Beneficent and active.
Pagina 91 - And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved.
Pagina 72 - An unknown depth ? Alas ! in such a mind. If no bright forms of excellence attend The image of his country; nor the pomp Of sacred senates, nor the guardian voice Of justice on her throne, nor aught that wakes...
Pagina 12 - Hence the green earth, and wild resounding waves, Hence light and shade alternate ; warmth and cold, And clear autumnal skies and vernal showers, And all the fair variety of things.
Pagina 41 - Would pass unheeded. Fair the face of Spring, When rural songs and odours wake the morn, To every eye; but how much more to his Round whom the bed of sickness long diffused Its melancholy gloom!
Pagina 84 - Like spectres trooping to the wizard's call, Flit swift before him. From the womb of Earth, From Ocean's bed, they come ; the eternal Heavens Disclose their splendours, and the dark Abyss Pours out her births unknown.

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