"Aloft it soars through fields of painted air, / Which Fancy's pencil could not paint too fair."
— Adam [Adams], Jean (1710-1765)
Work Title
Date
1734
Metaphor
"Aloft it soars through fields of painted air, / Which Fancy's pencil could not paint too fair."
Metaphor in Context
Loosed from its bonds my spirit fled away,
And left behind its moving tent of clay.
Aloft it soars through fields of painted air,
Which Fancy's pencil could not paint too fair.
I looked and saw the God of Day arise;
With graceful steps he travels up the skies:
By just degrees at length he reached the line.
I saw the utmost limtis of him shine:
While moon and stars before his chariot fly,
He in the floating mirror fixed his eye.
(ll. 1-10, p. 142)
And left behind its moving tent of clay.
Aloft it soars through fields of painted air,
Which Fancy's pencil could not paint too fair.
I looked and saw the God of Day arise;
With graceful steps he travels up the skies:
By just degrees at length he reached the line.
I saw the utmost limtis of him shine:
While moon and stars before his chariot fly,
He in the floating mirror fixed his eye.
(ll. 1-10, p. 142)
Categories
Provenance
Reading
Citation
Lonsdale, R. Ed. Eighteenth Century Women Poets. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1989.
Date of Entry
09/14/2009
Date of Review
09/12/2006
