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[1]And at each Puff Imagination burns.
Flash on thy Bard, and with exalting Fires
Touch the mysterious Lip that chaunts thy Praise.
In Strains to mortal Sons of Earth unknown.
Behold an Engine, wrought from tauny Mines,
Of ductile Clay, with [2]plastic Virtue form'd,
And glaz'd magnific o'er, I grasp, I fill.
From [3]Pætotheke with pungent Pow'rs perfum'd,
[4]Itself one Tortoise all, where shines imbib'd
Each Parent Ray; then rudely ram'd illume,
With the red Touch of Zeal-enkindling Sheet,
[5]Mark'd with Gibsonian Lore; forth issue Clouds,
Thought-thrilling, Thirst-inciting Clouds around,
Flash on thy Bard, and with exalting Fires
Touch the mysterious Lip that chaunts thy Praise.
In Strains to mortal Sons of Earth unknown.
Behold an Engine, wrought from tauny Mines,
Of ductile Clay, with [2]plastic Virtue form'd,
And glaz'd magnific o'er, I grasp, I fill.
From [3]Pætotheke with pungent Pow'rs perfum'd,
[4]Itself one Tortoise all, where shines imbib'd
Each Parent Ray; then rudely ram'd illume,
With the red Touch of Zeal-enkindling Sheet,
[5]Mark'd with Gibsonian Lore; forth issue Clouds,
Thought-thrilling, Thirst-inciting Clouds around,
And
