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Let him expatiate on sound to the bounds of fancy's extravagance, she could confidently follow, and would have volunteered her testimony to a doubter, as if all were a question of tangible fact, to be definitely proved. So in every matter.
And when we calmly reflect on the whole case, do we feel that our first impulsively adopted opinion was wrong? Do we regard our belief as a poetical illusion? I do not think so; on the contrary, it seems to me that our good sense approves our fancy's flight.
And still have legends marked the lonely spot Where low the dust of Agamemnon lies; And shades of kings and leaders unforgot, Hovering around, to fancy's vision rise.
But in every case he left the song a far more beautiful thing than he found it. None of them perhaps is more beautiful than that he now wrote to his Jean "Of a' the airts* the wind can blaw, I dearly like the wet, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: The wild-woods grow and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean.
In spite of fancy's most potent spell, I can see only an old dame cowering over the fire, a picture of decay and desolation, while the November blast roars at her in the chimney, and fitful showers rush suddenly against the window.
Huntsmen renew the chase they lately run, And generals fight again their battles won. Spectres and fairies haunt the murderer's dreams; Grants and disgraces are the courtier's themes. The miser spies a thief, or a new hoard; The cit's a knight; the sycophant a lord, Thus fancy's in the wild distraction lost, With what we most abhor, or covet most.
"Oh if what I've just mentioned isn't enough to make you do it, you're a stony-hearted little fiend. Besides" Strether encouraged his fancy's flight "you showed your inclination in the way you kept her waiting, kept her on purpose to see if she cared enough for you." His companion paid his ingenuity the deference of a pause. "I didn't keep her waiting. I came at the hour.
Fancy's enchanted palace had been shattered into a heap of shapeless ruin by those accidental scraps of hard worldly wisdom with which Valentine had pelted the fairy fabric. He a man to love, or to marry for love! Why, he talked like some hardened world-weary sinner who had done with every human emotion. The girl shuddered as she heard him. She had loved him, and believed in his love.
Then rise those crags, that mountain tower. Which charmed my fancy's wakening hour, Though no broad river swept along To claim perchance heroic song; Though sighed no groves in summer gale To prompt of love a softer tale; Though scarce a puny streamlet's speed Claimed homage from a shepherd's reed; Yet was poetic impulse given, By the green hill and clear blue heaven.
Merillia has sent down orders that the police are to be fetched at once." Mr. Sagittarius, now thoroughly unnerved, turned from white to grey. "The police!" he vociferated. "Sophy, my angel, let us fly. This is no place for you!" "The police!" cried the Prophet. "Why?" "I believe it's Mrs. Fancy's doing, sir. If you would go to Mrs. Merillia, sir, I think "
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