Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.

William Collins (1720-1756): The Passions. Line 10.

Since every mortal power of Coleridge

Was frozen at its marvellous source,

The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,

The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:

And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,

Has vanished from his lonely hearth.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850): Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg.

Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea

Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,

Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,

And his rapt ship run on her side so low

That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

George Chapman (1557-1634): Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act iii. Sc. 1.