Phantastes: A Faerie Romance
By George MacDonald
A foundational mythopoeic fantasy novel following Anodos on his journey through Fairyland.
Table of Contents
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“A spirit . . . . . . . . . The undulating woods, and silent well, And rippling rivulet, and evening gloom, Now deepening the dark shades, for speech assuming, Held commune...
“‘Where is the stream?’ cried he, with tears. ‘Seest thou not its blue waves above us?’ He looked up, and lo! the blue stream was flowing gently over their heads.” —NOVALIS, _Heinr...
“Man doth usurp all space, Stares thee, in rock, bush, river, in the face. Never thine eyes behold a tree; ‘Tis no sea thou seest in the sea, ‘Tis but a disguised humanity. To avoi...
“When bale is att hyest, boote is nyest.” _Ballad of Sir Aldingar_. By this time, my hostess was quite anxious that I should be gone. So, with warm thanks for their hospitality, I...
“And she was smooth and full, as if one gush Of life had washed her, or as if a sleep Lay on her eyelid, easier to sweep Than bee from daisy.” BEDDOES’ _Pygmalion_. “Sch...
“Ah, let a man beware, when his wishes, fulfilled, rain down upon him, and his happiness is unbounded.” —FOUQUÉ, _Der Zauberring_. “Thy red lips, like worms, Travel over...
“Fight on, my men, Sir Andrew sayes, A little I am hurt, but yett not slaine; I’le but lye downe and bleede awhile, And then I’le rise and fight againe.” BALLAD _...
“I am a part of the part, which at first was the whole.” GOETHE.—_Mephistopheles in Faust_. My spirits rose as I went deeper; into the forest; but I could not regain my ...
“O lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding garments ours her shroud! . . . . . Ah! from the soul itself must issue fo...
“From Eden’s bowers the full-fed rivers flow, To guide the outcasts to the land of woe: Our Earth one little toiling streamlet yields. To guide the wanderers to the happy fields.” ...
“A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendour—without end: Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster dom...
“Chained is the Spring. The night-wind bold Blows over the hard earth; Time is not more confused and cold, Nor keeps more wintry mirth. “Yet blow, and roll the world about...
“I saw a ship sailing upon the sea Deeply laden as ship could be; But not so deep as in love I am For I care not whether I sink or swim.” OLD BALLAD. “But Love is such a...
“Your gallery Have we pass’d through, not without much content In many singularities; but we saw not That which my daughter came to look upon, The state of her mother.” _...
“_Alexander_. ‘When will you finish Campaspe?’ _Apelles_. ‘Never finish: for always in absolute beauty there is somewhat above art.’” LYLY’S _Campaspe_. And now, what so...
“Ev’n the Styx, which ninefold her infoldeth Hems not Ceres’ daughter in its flow; But she grasps the apple—ever holdeth Her, sad Orcus, down below.” SCHILLER, _D...
“First, I thought, almost despairing, This must crush my spirit now; Yet I bore it, and am bearing— Only do not ask me how.” HEINE. When the daylight came, it br...
“In the wind’s uproar, the sea’s raging grim, And the sighs that are born in him.” HEINE. “From dreams of bliss shall men awake One day, but not to weep: The dreams rema...
“In still rest, in changeless simplicity, I bear, uninterrupted, the consciousness of the whole of Humanity within me.” SCHLEIERMACHER, _Monologen_. “... such a sweetnes...
“Thou hadst no fame; that which thou didst like good Was but thy appetite that swayed thy blood For that time to the best; for as a blast That through a house comes, usually doth c...
“I put my life in my hands.” _The Book of Judges_. At length, with much toil and equal delight, our armour was finished. We armed each other, and tested the strength of ...
“No one has my form but the _I_.” _Schoppe_, in JEAN PAUL’S _Titan_. “Joy’s a subtil elf. I think man’s happiest when he forgets himself.” CYRIL TOURNEUR, _The...
“High erected thought, seated in a heart of courtesy.” SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. “A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in...
“We are ne’er like angels till our passions die.” DECKAR. “This wretched _Inn_, where we scarce stay to bait, We call our _Dwelling-Place_: We call one _...
“Our life is no dream; but it ought to become one, and perhaps will.” NOVALIS. “And on the ground, which is my modres gate, I knocke with my staf; erlich and late, And s...