"To see a World in a Grain of Sand,
And A Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an Hour."

Auguries of Innocence - William Blake

"Beat, happy stars, timing with things below,
Beat with my heart more blest than heart can tell.
Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe
That seems to draw—but it shall not be so:
Let all be well, be well."

from Maud (Part XVIII): I have led her Home, my love, my only friend - Alfred Tennyson

"I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky."

I Am! - John Clare

"There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me, did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day.
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

But there's a Tree, of many, one,
A single field which I have looked upon,
Both of them speak of something that is gone;
The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?"

Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood - William Wordsworth

Proszę włączyć sobie muzykę Korzeniowskiego i zanurzyć się na chwilę... to bowiem wszystkie fragmenty wiktoriańskiej poezji które pojawiły się w Penny Dreadful (a przynajmniej te które wyłapałem). Wiele można temu serialowi zarzucić (zwłaszcza od strony fabularnej i treści) ale ta poetyckość to jest coś co zostaje w człowieku i dodatkowa wartość. Ms Ives i "Stwór" skradli moje serce... dwie tragiczne postaci, które zapamiętam. Każda scena w której razem są na ekranie to czyste piękno. Od scen rozmów, przez małe arcydzieło - "A Blade of Grass", aż po ostatni kadr. Myślę że nawet Mary Shelley oglądałaby z zainteresowaniem i przyklasnęła poetyckiej kreacji Rory'ego Kinnear'a.

"What dreams I had of my mate, of another being looking into these eyes, upon this face and recoiling not. But how can that happen? For the monster is not in my face, but in my soul. I once thought that if I was like other men I would be happy, and loved. The malignance has grown you see, from the outside in, and this shattered visage merely reflects the abomination that is my heart. Oh, my creator, why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel? I would rather be the corpse I was than the man I am. Go ahead, pull the trigger. It would be a blessing." - Caliban