For I have a song to sing,O!† It is sung to the moon By a love-lorn loon, Who fled from the mocking throng,O! It's the song of a merryman moping mum, Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb, As he sighed for the love of a ladye!

-Gilbert, Sir W(illiam) S(chwenck)
   Jack Point's song, TheYeomen of the Guard.

God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever his glance falls he turns all things to beauty.

-StJohn of the Cross originally Juan deYepes yAŁ   lvarez
Ca¤  ntico espiritual (translated by K Kavanaugh and O Rodriguez as The Spiritual Canticle).

These people in the senseless hurry of their idle lives do not read books, they merely snatch a glance at them that they may talk about them. And even if this were not so, never forget what I believe was observed by Coleridge, that every great and original writer, in proportion as he is great or original, must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished.

-Wordsworth,William
  Letter to Lady Beaumont, 21 May, on his Poems inTwo Volumes (1807). In The Letters ofWilliamWordsworth edited by Alan G Hill (1984).

O chestnut tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom, or the bole? O body swayed to music,O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?

-Yeats,W(illiam) B(utler)
  'Among School Children', stanza 8. collected in TheTower (1928).