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.
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Culture which smooth the whole world licks,
Also unto the devil sticks.
[Ger., Auch die Kultur, die read more
Culture which smooth the whole world licks,
Also unto the devil sticks.
[Ger., Auch die Kultur, die alle Welt beleckt,
Hat auf den Teufel sich erstreckt.]
The devil takes a hand in what is done in haste.
The devil takes a hand in what is done in haste.
It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount read more
It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.
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.
The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.
The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.
Somehow our devils are never quite what we expect when we meet them face to face.
Somehow our devils are never quite what we expect when we meet them face to face.
From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
A-walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his read more
From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
A-walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his little snug farm of the world,
And see how his stock went on.
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape read more
Abashed the Devil stood,
And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
Virtue in her own shape how lovely; saw
And pined his loss.
The devil, my friends, is a woman just now.
'Tis a woman that reigns in Hell.
The devil, my friends, is a woman just now.
'Tis a woman that reigns in Hell.
