"Fancy no longer strews her glowing flowers, / But sad ideas crowd the dreary hours."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)


Work Title
Date
1773, 1810
Metaphor
"Fancy no longer strews her glowing flowers, / But sad ideas crowd the dreary hours."
Metaphor in Context
With all the sufferings of a feeling frame,
Poor is the solace of a deathless name.
The bard enjoys ethereal bliss to-day;
Bright are his thoughts, and vigorous is his lay:
To-morrow brings a melancholy scene;
Relaxed, untuned is all the fine machine;
Fancy no longer strews her glowing flowers,
But sad ideas crowd the dreary hours.

Dead to his poignant pleasures, and his muse,
Life's ills in all their magnitude he views;
The patron's lies, the meteor, public breath,
The pain of malady, the gloom of death.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "idea" and "crowd" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
2 entries in ESTC (1773).

Text from The Poetical Works of Percival Stockdale. 2 vols. (London: Printed for Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, and W. Clarke, By W. Pople, 1810).

See The Poet. A Poem. (London : printed for W. Flexney, opposite Gray’s-Inn-Gate, Holborn, 1773). <Link to ESTC>
Date of Entry
03/08/2006

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.