FANCY.-FANTASTIC. So full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical. Shakspere. This busy power is working day and night; Davies. A thousand fantasies He that truly loves Burns out the day in idle fantasies; Milton. And when the lamb bleating, doth bid good night To keep quick time unto the owl, whose voice Middleton. Pleasant at noon, beside the vocal brook, Woe to the youth whom fancy gains, Where fancy halted, weary in her flight, Southey. Scott. And soar'd untrodden heights, and seem'd at home Where angels bashful look'd. In vain would art presume to guide When fancy driving ranges free, Fresh flowers selecting like the bee, Pollok. J. Philips. 292 FAREWELL. FASHION. FAREWELL. WITH that wringing my hand he turned away, Daniel. 'Tis hard to be parted from those With whom we for ever could dwell; But bitter indeed is the sorrow that flows, When perhaps we are saying for ever-farewell! 'T were vain to speak, to weep, to sigh; I never spoke the word farewell! Mrs. Opie. But with an utterance faint and broken; A heart-sick yearning for the time When it should never more be spoken. Byron. Caroline Bowles. FASHION. THE fashion Doth wear out more apparel than the men. Fashions that are now called new, Fashion, leader of a chattering train, Shakspere. Middleton. Whom man for his own hurt permits to reign, Fashion, a word which knaves and fools may use, Churchill. FATE. WHAT fate imposes, men must needs abide; Alas! what stay is there in human state, The doom was written, the decree was past, Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state. Here's a sigh for those who love me, Pope. And whatever sky's above me, Byron. While warmer souls command, nay, make their fate. Thy fate made thee, and forc'd thee to be great. How frequent in the very thick of life Moore. Alexander Smith. FATHER. To you your father should be as a god; The child is father of the man. My father's praise I did not miss, Shakspere. Wordsworth. E. B. Browning. 294 FAULTS. FAVOUR. FAULTS. THE noble mind, unconscious of a fault, Frail creatures are we all! To be the best, What are another's faults to me? It is enough for me to know I've follies of my own, And on my heart the care bestow, And let my friends alone. Pope. Coleridge. Anon. FAVOUR-FAVOURITE. BID her steal into the pleached bower, Shakspere. No trifle is so small as what obtains, Hannah More. 'Tis ever thus when favours are denied; Johanna Baillie. FEAR. NEXT him was fear, all arm'd from top to toe, Yet thought himself not safe enough thereby, But fear'd each shadow moving to and fro, And his own arms when glittering he did spy, Or clashing heard, he fast away did fly; As ashes pale of hue, and winged heel'd, And evermore on danger fixt his eye, 'Gainst whom he always bent a brazen shield, Which his right hand unarmed fearfully did wield. Spenser. Extreme fear can neither fight nor fly, But coward-like with trembling terror die. Shakspere. If evils come not, then our fears are vain; They that fear the adder's sting, will not And, though he posted e'er so fast, Chapman. Butler. The wretch that fears to drown, will break thro' flames; Or, in his dread of flames, will plunge in waves. Thou, to whom the world unknown, I see I see thee near. Cibber. I know thy hurried step, that haggard eye! Like thee I start, like thee disorder'd fly, For, lo! what monsters in thy train appear! Collins. |