There are those who imagine a view while thinking. Some have the power to paint that view for all the others to see. Others use words to describe that view. Sometimes the way the words are composed is so vivid that the reader too starts to imagine for himself that same view."

Pity 1795, Willam Blake

And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers of the air.
- Macbeth (1.7.21–23) William Shakespeare

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