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Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. 8 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Theory of Colours, trans. Charles Lock Eastlake (Cambridge, Mass.: MIT Press, 1970), p. xliii. 9 Ibid., p. 298; see D. L. Sepper, Goethe contra Newton: Polemics and the Project for a New Science of Color (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1988), pp. 4–7; and Arthur G. Zajonc, “Goethe’s Theory of Color and Scientifi c Intuition,” American Journal of Physics 44, no. 4 (1976): 327–333. 10 Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, part one, trans. David Luke (Oxford: Oxford Uni versity Press, 1987), p. 61. 11 Cited in Michael Baxandall, Patterns of Invention: On the Historical Explanation of Pictures (New Haven, Conn.: Yale University Press, 1985), p. 79. 12 Cited in Penelope Hughes-Hallett, The Immortal Dinner: A Famous Evening of Genius & Laughter in Literary London, 1817 (Chicago: New Amsterdam, 2002), p. 138. 386 journal of world history, december 2007 Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine— Unweave a rainbow. . . . 13