and The Prelude, book ii. l. 350 (vol. iii. p. 164)—
what I saw
Appeared like something in myself, a dream,
A prospect in the mind.
[AE] Compare Milton, Il Penseroso, l. 109—
Or call up him that left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold.
[AF] Compare Lines Written in Early Spring (vol. i. p. 269)—
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.