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Illusion is the dust the devil throws in the eyes of the foolish.
Illusion is the dust the devil throws in the eyes of the foolish.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than read more
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold;
That is the madman. The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
This is a devil, and no monster. I will leave him; I have no
long spoon.
This is a devil, and no monster. I will leave him; I have no
long spoon.
Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; read more
Black it stood as night,
Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head
The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Satan was now at hand.
Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.
Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of
sables.
No, no! The devil is an egotist,
And is not apt, without why or wherefore,
"For God's read more
No, no! The devil is an egotist,
And is not apt, without why or wherefore,
"For God's sake," others to assist.
[Ger., Nein, nein! Der Teufel ist ein Egoist
Und thut nicht leicht um Gottes Willen,
Was einem Andern nutzlich ist.]
If you get down and quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say.
If you get down and quarell everyday, you're saying prayers to the devil, I say.
