Date: June, 1793
"FANCY, sportive goddess, hail! / Fleeting as the vernal gale, / Hail! thou dear illusive power / Changing with the swift-wing'd hour; / Now despairing, now reviving, / Now with tenfold vigour thriving, / Now tormenting, now delighting, / Now in midst of battle fighting."
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Date: June, 1793
"Goddess, with thy wonted force, / Swiftly bear me to the skies / Where the keen-eyed eagle flies, / And with more than mortal might, / Aid my intellectual flight."
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Date: June, 1793
"'Tis fancy, powerful fancy wings / The poet's flight whene'er he sings, / Fancy strikes the living lyre, / Fancy sheds poetic fire!"
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Date: June, 1793
"In short, in every scene [of Shakespeare] appears, Fancy, queen of hopes and fears."
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Date: June, 1793
"When Pope's warbling numbers glide, / Smooth as the unruffled tide; / When the sylphs and sylphids fly, / Thro' the azure of the sky; / When he sports on Windsor plains, / Fancy still unrivall'd reigns."
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Date: June, 1793
"Endless 'twould be to name the views; / The various views, that fancy shews, / To lessen human cares and woes; / Fancy who alternate dwells, / In palaces, and moss-clad cells; / Fancy powerful o'er mankind, / Whose settled dwelling is the mind."
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Date: July, 1797
"Thro' rural scenes she still conducts her boy, / From factious folly and tumultuous strife; / In fancy's mirror bids her bard enjoy, / The simple blessings of a cottage life."
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Date: 1806
"Our bodies are like shoes, which off we cast; / Physic their cobler is, and death their last."
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Date: January 1815
"The lover ceas'd--with bolder stroke / His oar the sparkling crystal broke, / While brighter than the current's brim / Soft Fancy's mirror shone for him."
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Date: 1968
"Like a clock whose hands are sweeping / Past the minutes of its face, / And the world is like an apple / Whirling silently in space, / Like the circles that you find / In the windmills of your mind!"
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