In Fancy's "filial train," inspiration rides foremost and "Myriads of spruce ideas crowd the rear."
— Grainger, James (1721-1766)
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
The European Magazine
Date
1799
Metaphor
In Fancy's "filial train," inspiration rides foremost and "Myriads of spruce ideas crowd the rear."
Metaphor in Context
What lunacy distracts my soul?
What sacred fury wings me through the sky?
Beneath my feet the rattling thunders roll;
I mount, I fly.
The moon's dim earth's already past,
Uriel, to thy sublimer orb I haste.
Fancy broods amid thy rays,
I see the Phoenix shooting from thy blaze!
Fair winged steeds, more bright
Than Alpine snows, or new-born light,
Whirl her chariot through the skies.
Before her Imitation flies,
Rob'd in a lucid veil
Of ever-changing shape and hue;
And with a piercing eye looks nature through.
The sister arts (her filial train) around
Catch her shape, her thought, her sound;
From each embolden'd dash, what wonders start?
Nature's improv'd by art!
The foremost steed
Fire-clad Inspiration rides,
Lashing with furious speed,
The airy vast procession guides.
The clouds their gayest liveries wear,
Myriads of spruce ideas crowd the rear,
And symphony ascends from every sphere.
What sacred fury wings me through the sky?
Beneath my feet the rattling thunders roll;
I mount, I fly.
The moon's dim earth's already past,
Uriel, to thy sublimer orb I haste.
Fancy broods amid thy rays,
I see the Phoenix shooting from thy blaze!
Fair winged steeds, more bright
Than Alpine snows, or new-born light,
Whirl her chariot through the skies.
Before her Imitation flies,
Rob'd in a lucid veil
Of ever-changing shape and hue;
And with a piercing eye looks nature through.
The sister arts (her filial train) around
Catch her shape, her thought, her sound;
From each embolden'd dash, what wonders start?
Nature's improv'd by art!
The foremost steed
Fire-clad Inspiration rides,
Lashing with furious speed,
The airy vast procession guides.
The clouds their gayest liveries wear,
Myriads of spruce ideas crowd the rear,
And symphony ascends from every sphere.
Categories
Provenance
HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
06/08/2004
Date of Review
01/12/2012
