Then washed in the brightness of this vision, I saw how in its radiance would grow and be nourished and suddenly burst into terrible and splendid bloom the blood-red flower of revolution.

-Randall, Dudley
  Cities Burning,'Roses and Revolutions'.

La visio¤  n de una Ame¤  rica deslatinizada por propia voluntad, sin la extorsio¤  n de la conquista, y regenerada luego a imagen y semejanza del arquetipo del Norte, flota ya sobre los suen‹  os de muchos sinceros interesados por nuestro porvenir† Tenemos nuestra nordoman|¤a. Es necesario oponerle los l|¤mites que la razo¤  n y el sentimiento sen‹  alan. The vision of an America de-Latinized of its own will, without threat of conquest, and reconstituted in the image and likeness of the North, now looms in the nightmares of many who are genuinely concerned about our future† We have our USA-mania. It must be limited by the boundaries our reason and sentiment jointly dictate.

-Rodo¤  ,Jose¤   Enrique
  Ariel (translated1922), pt.5.

The country habit has me by the heart, For he's bewitched for ever who has seen, Not with his eyes but with his vision, Spring Flow down the woods and stipple leaves with sun.

-Sackville-West,Vita (Victoria Mary)
  The Land,'Winter'.

The skull that housed white angels and had vision Of daybreak through the gateways of the mind.

-Sassoon, Siegfried Louvain
  The Heart'sJourney, pt.23,'At the Grave of HenryVaughan'.

The notion of a defence that will protect American cities is one that will not be achieved, but it is that goal that supplies the political magic in the President's vision.

-Schlesinger,James
  Senate Foreign Relations Committee, 6 Feb.

You can't figure him out like a fact, because to Reagan themainfact was avision† He came fromtheheartland of the country, where people could be down-to-earth yet feel that the sky is the limitönot ashamed of, or cynical about, the American dream.

-Shultz, George P(ratt)
  Of Ronald Reagan.Turmoil andTriumph.

Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new: That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do: For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be; Saw the heaven fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rained a ghastly dew From the nations'airy navies grappling in the central blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm, Ulysses With the standards of the peoples plunging through the thunder-storm; Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle- flags were furled In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world.

-Tennyson
  Poems,'Locksley Hall', l.117^28.

The impulse to write a novel comes from a momentary unified vision of life.

-Wilson, SirAngus FrankJohnstone
  TheWild Garden.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his wayattended; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.

-Wordsworth,William
c.1802^1803  'Ode. Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood', stanza 5 (published1807).

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow! We will not see them; will not go, To-day, nor yet to-morrow; Enough if in our hearts we know There's such a place asYarrow. BeYarrow stream unseen, unknown; It must, or we shall rue it: We have a vision of our own, Ah! why should we undo it? The treasured dreams of times long past, We'll keep them, winsome Marrow! For when we're there, although 'tis fair, 'Twill be another Yarrow!

-Wordsworth,William
  'Yarrow Unvisited', stanzas 6^7 (published1807).

Even so for me a vision sanctified The sway of death; long ere my eyes had seen Thy countenanceöthe still rapture of thy mienö When thou, dear Sister! wert become death's bride: No trace of pain or languor could abide That changeöage on thy brow was smoothedöthy cold Wan cheek at once was privileged to unfold A loveliness to living youth denied. Oh! if within me hope should e'er decline, The lamp of faith, lost Friend! too faintly burn; The may that heaven-revealing smile of thine, The bright assurance, visibly return: And let my spirit in that power divine Rejoice, as, through that power, it ceased to mourn.

-Wordsworth,William
  'November1836', complete poem (published1837).