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Fancy: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.— BUNYAN — Pilgrim's Progress. The

Author's Way of Sending Forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim. Pt. II. While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.— COWPER — The Task. Bk. IV. L. 118.

Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.— KEATS — Fancy.

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.— LOWELL — Among My Books. Rousseau

and the Sentimentalists. Two meanings have our lightest fantasies, One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.— LOWELL — Sonnet XXXIV. Ed. 1844.

And my heart rocked its babe of bliss, And soothed its child of air, With something 'twixt a song and kiss, To keep it nestling there.— GERALD MASSEY — On a Wedding Day. St. 3.

She's all my fancy painted her, She's lovely, she's divine. S.— WM. MEE — Alice Gray..

The difference is as great between The optics seeing as the objects seen. All manners take a tincture from our own; Or come discolor'd through our passions shown; Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.— POPE — Moral Essays. Ep. 1. L. 31.

When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day, Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away. น.— POPE — Eloisa to Abelard. L. 225.

Woe to the youth whom Fancy gains, Winning from Reason's hand the reins, Pity and woe! for such a mind Is soft, contemplative, and kind. v. Scott-Rokeby. Canto I. St. 31. But were it to my fancy given To rate her charms, I'd call them heaven; For though a mortal made of clay, Angels must love Ann Hathaway; She hath a way so to control, To rapture the imprisoned soul, And sweetest heaven on earth display, That to be heaven Ann hath a way; She hath a way, Ann Hathaway, - To be heaven's self Ann hath a way. Attributed to SHAKESPEARE. Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!— Shakespeare — Twelfth Night. Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 66.

Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy.— Shakespeare — As You Like It. Act IV. Sc. 3. L. 101.

So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.— Shakespeare — Twelfth Night. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 14.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies.— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 63.

We figure to ourselves The thing we like, and then we build it up As chance will have it, on the rock or sand: For Thought is tired of wandering o'er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.— SIR HENRY TAYLOR — Philip Van Artevelde. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 5.

Fancy light from Fancy caught.— TENNYSON — In Memoriam. Pt. XXIII.

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.— WORDSWORTH — Ode to Lycoris.