Book I.
of IMAGINATION.
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Ilissus[O 1] pure devolv'd his tuneful stream
In gentler murmurs. From the blooming store595
Of these auspicious fields, may I unblam'd
Transplant some living blossoms to adorn
My native clime: while far above the flight
Of fancy's plume aspiring, I unlock.
The springs of ancient wisdom; while I join600
Thy name, thrice honour'd! with th' immortal praise
Of nature; while to my compatriot youth
I point the high example of thy sons,
And tune to Attic themes the British lyre.
End of the FIRST BOOK.
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