Mark Akenside Quote

At last the Muses rose... And scattered... As they flew, Their blooming wreaths from fair Valelusa's bowers To Arno's myrtle border.


Select Works of the British Poets (10th edition), The Pleasures of the Imagination


At last the Muses rose... And scattered... As they flew, Their blooming wreaths from fair Valelusa's bowers To Arno's myrtle border.

At last the Muses rose... And scattered... As they flew, Their blooming wreaths from fair Valelusa's bowers To Arno's myrtle border.

At last the Muses rose... And scattered... As they flew, Their blooming wreaths from fair Valelusa's bowers To Arno's myrtle border.

At last the Muses rose... And scattered... As they flew, Their blooming wreaths from fair Valelusa's bowers To Arno's myrtle border.