The fancy may haunt a place from the one's past

— Blamire, Susanna (1747-1794)

Work Title
The fancy may haunt a place from the one's past
Metaphor in Context
I came to the place where life had its beginning,
Taking root with the groves that around me were springing;
When I found them all gone, 'twas like dear friends departed,
And I walked where they used to be, half broken-hearted!

When distant, one bower my fancy still haunted,
'Twas hung round with woodbine my Jessy had planted;
I ran to the spot, where a weak flower remaining
Could just nod its head to approve my complaining.
A tear for a dewdrop I hid in its fringes,
And sighed then to think what one's pleasures unhinges!
(ll. 1-10, p. 273)
Lonsdale, R. Ed. Eighteenth Century Women Poets. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1989.
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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.