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C.N. Douglas, comp.  Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical.  1917.
 
Visions
 
  Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimæras dire.
Milton.    
  1
        Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul.
Gray.    
  2
        And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
Burns.    
  3
        Fond man! the vision of a moment made!
Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!
Young.    
  4
        But shapes that come not at an earthly call,
Will not depart when mortal voices bid.
Wordsworth.    
  5
        My thoughts by night are often filled
  With visions false as fair:
For in the past alone, I build
  My castles in the air.
Thos. Love Peacock.    
  6
        The people’s prayer, the glad diviner’s theme!
The young men’s vision, and the old men’s dream!
Dryden.    
  7
        O visions ill foreseen! Better had I
Liv’d ignorant of future, so had borne
By part of evil only.
Milton.    
  8
        An angel stood and met my gaze,
  Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is struck, the vision stays;
  I only know she came and went.
Lowell.    
  9
        It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream,
A blissful certainty, a vision bright,
Of that rare happiness, which even on earth
Heaven gives to those it loves.
Longfellow.    
  10
        Hence the fool’s paradise, the statesman’s scheme,
The air-built castle, and the golden dream,
The maid’s romantic wish, the chemist’s flame,
And poet’s vision of eternal fame.
Pope.    
  11
        Our revels now are ended. These, our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
Shakespeare.    
  12
        Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel, writing in a book of gold;
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said—
“What writest thou?” The Vision raised its head,
And, with a look made all of sweet accord,
Answered, “The names of those who love the Lord.”
Leigh Hunt.    
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