Stephen Hughes wrote:Was the Expositor's New Testament written for people who might have been familiar with a poem
I like this -- makes me think of all sorts of variants ...
T.S.Eliot, Burnt Norton wrote:At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement.
and
Shakespeare, [i]The Tempest[/i], Act 4, Scene 1 wrote: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-capp'd 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. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.