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Imagination is the air of mind. BaileyFestus. Sc. Another and a Better World. | 1 |
Build castles in the air. BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. I. Sec. II. Memb. 1. Subsect. 3. Also in Romaunt of the Rose. Come nous dicimus in nubibus. (As we said in the clouds.) John RastellLeg Termes de la Ley. (1527). * * * his master was in a manner always in a wrong Boxe and building castels in the ayre or catching Hares with Tabers. Letter by F. A. to L. B. 157576. Repr. in Miscell. Antiq. Anglic. | 2 |
Thou hast the keys of Paradise, O just, subtle, and mighty opium! De QuinceyConfessions of an Opium Eater. Pt. II. | 3 |
And castels buylt above in lofty skies, Which never yet had good foundation. GascoigneSteel Glass. Arbers reprint. P. 55. | 4 |
Es ist nichts fürchterlicher als Einbildungskraft ohne Geschmack. There is nothing more fearful than imagination without taste. GoetheSprüche in Prosa. III. | 5 |
Build castles in Spain. HerbertJacula Prudentum. Lors feras chastiaus en Espaigne. Guillaume de LorrisRoman de la Rose. 2452. Et fais chasteaulx en Espaigne et en France. Charles dOrleansRondeau. Et le songer fait chasteaux en Asie. Pierre GrangoireMenus Propos. Tout fin seullet les chasteaux dAlbanye. Le Verger dHonneur. | 6 |
Seemd washing his hands with invisible soap In imperceptible water. HoodMiss Kilmansegg. Her Christening. | 7 |
Delphinum appingit sylvis, in fluctibus aprum. He paints a dolphin in the woods, and a boar in the waves. HoraceArs Poetica. XXX. | 8 |
Celui qui a de limagination sans érudition a des ailes, et na pas de pieds. He who has imagination without learning has wings but no feet. Joubert. | 9 |
These are the gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination; the melancholy madness of poetry, without the inspiration. JuniusLetter VIII. To Sir W. Draper. | 10 |
When I could not sleep for cold I had fire enough in my brain, And builded with roofs of gold My beautiful castles in Spain! LowellAladdin. St. 1. | 11 |
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar. MacaulayOn John Dryden. (1828). | 12 |
Cest limagination qui gouverne le genre humain. The human race is governed by its imagination. Napoleon I. | 13 |
In my minds eye, Horatio. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 186. | 14 |
This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 137. | 15 |
This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit, full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions; these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. Loves Labours Lost. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 67. | 16 |
The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. Midsummer Nights Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 7. | 17 |
And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poets pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Midsummer Nights Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 14. | 18 |
The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. Midsummer Nights Dream. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 213. | 19 |
Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou gost, not whence thou comst: Suppose the singing birds musicians; The grass whereon thou treadst the presence strewd; The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delightful measure or a dance. Richard II. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 286. | 20 |
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Castles in Spain. StorerPeter the Cruel. P. 280, ascribes the origin of this phrase to the time of Don Enrique of Spain, on account of his favors being lavishly bestowed before they were earned. Mercure Français. (1616). Given as source by Littré. | 21 |
It is only in France that one builds castles in Spain. Mme. de Villars, when made dame dhonneur to the wife of Philip V, of Spain, grandson of Louis XIV. of France. | 22 |
I build nought els but castles in the ayre. Thos. WatsonPoems. Arbers reprint. P. 82. See also LylyMother Bombie. Act V. Sc. 3. | 23 |
But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation. WordsworthYarrow Visited. | 24 |
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