Mark Akenside,
The Pleasures of Imagination
(1744)
“ Of those whom nature charms, thro' blooming walks, Thro' fragrant mountains and poetic streams,410 Amid the train of sages, heroes, bards, Led by their winged Genius and the choir Of laurell'd science and harmonious art, Proceed exulting to th' eternal shrine, Where truth inthron'd with her cœlestial twins,415 The undivided partners of her sway, With good and beauty reigns. O let not us, Lull'd by luxurious pleasure's languid strain, Or crouching to the frowns of bigot-rage, O let us not a moment pause to join420 That god-like band. ”
