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Date: 1792

"Every thing encourages me on your account, while my own soul, tormented by an unlucky passion, has entirely lost its balance."

— Anonymous

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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."

— Anonymous

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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."

— Anonymous

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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!"

— Anonymous

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Date: June, 1793

"In short, in every scene [of Shakespeare] appears, Fancy, queen of hopes and fears."

— Anonymous

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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."

— Anonymous

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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."

— Anonymous

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Date: 1796

"He guarded my mind from imbibing any religious principles at all, under the notion of preserving it to maturity, like a rasa tabula, free from all prejudices."

— Anonymous

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Date: 1796

"He who feels the spirit in him, will be conscious of possessing the pearl of great price, and will lock it up in the sanctuary of his heart, as his richest treasure, never to be despoiled of it by the seducing arts of false philosophy; never to exchange that pure gold, which is the same yesterda...

— Anonymous

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Date: 1797

"You are juvenile, and like unto a white sheet of paper, on which vice or righteousness may be impressed."

— Anonymous

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