Date: 1799, 1806
Gold "tipp'st the leaves of fancy's fairest flow'r / With glitt'ring drops: it feels the numbing spell / Creep through each fibre slow; while ev'ry ill / Of sordid mis'ry blossoms to devour"
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Date: 1800, 1806
"He is young, / And yet the stamp of thought so tempers youth, / That all its fires are faded"
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Date: 1800,1806
"Thrice he rose, and thrice / His feet recoil'd; and still the livid flame / Lengthen'd and quiver'd as the moaning wind / Pass'd thro' the rushy crevice, while his heart / Beat, like the death-watch, in his shudd'ring breast."
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Date: 1806
"On a shelf, / (Yclept a mantle-piece) a phial stands, / Half fill'd with potent spirits!--haunt the poet's restless brain, / And fill his mind with fancies whimsical."
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Date: 1806
The fancy may be sick (and borne on a grey goose wing to immortal fame)
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Date: 1791, 1806
"As Reason, fairest daughter of the skies, / Explor'd the vale, where mortal mis'ry lies; / Led on by fortitude, with eye serene, / She mark'd each object of the varying scene."
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Date: 1797, 1806
"While shadows, blanks to reason's orb, / In dread succession haunt the brain"
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Date: 1791, 1806
"Then spare, thou sweet Urchin, thou soother of pain, / Oh! spare the soft picture engrav'd on my heart; / As a record of Love let it ever remain; / My bosom thy tablet--thy pencil a dart."
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Date: 1806
"Where is the stamp which marks th' immortal soul, / And places thee above the growling brute?"
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Date: 1806
"But when thy true poetic lays, / Pierce to the Heart's remotest cell; / We feel the conscious innate praise"
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