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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I call'd the devil, and he came,
And with wonder his form did I closely scan;
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I call'd the devil, and he came,
And with wonder his form did I closely scan;
He is not ugly, and is not lame,
But really a handsome and charming man.
A man in the prime of life is the devil,
Obliging, a man of the world, and civil;
A diplomatist too, well skill'd in debate,
He talks quite glibly of church and state.
The Devil himself is good, when he is pleased.
The Devil himself is good, when he is pleased.
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear
Talk of the devil, and his horns appear
Demons do not exist any more than gods do, being only the products of the psychic activity of man
Demons do not exist any more than gods do, being only the products of the psychic activity of man
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
Swings the scaly horror of his folded tail.
When the devil drives, needs must. (Needs must when the devil
drives.)
When the devil drives, needs must. (Needs must when the devil
drives.)
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
Satan; so call him now, his former name
Is heard no more in heaven.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell
