text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "Divine inspirer, tuneful maid,
Give me thy never failing aid,
O! ever blessing, ever bless'd,
Pour all thyself into my breast,
Then will I soon an off'ring bring,
Which all thy freeborn sons shall sing,
A tribute to be spread by Fame,
Which shall enlarge thy poet's name,
Shall stretch it to the latest date,
In spite of Envy, spite of Hate,
Shall clear the honour of the times
From uninspir'd, unhallow'd rhymes:
Imagination then shall play
Unbridled in the fields of day,
Thro endless time, and boundless space,
Continue unrestrain'd her race,
Bring what ideas she can find
To the great storehouse of the Mind,
Where Judgement ever sits serene,
To rule the vague and sportive queen.
",2013-11-01 17:06:44 UTC,"Imagination may ""Bring what ideas she can find / To the great storehouse of the Mind, / Where Judgement ever sits serene, / To rule the vague and sportive queen""",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants and Empire,"•I've included thrice: Storehouse, Rule of Judgement, Queen",HDIS (Poetry),12671,4769