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It is certainly true that most poets cannot live by the sale of their works. Is this especially the fault of our age? is it the fault of our poets? is it a fault in human nature? Mr. Watson said, "Yet I am bound to admit that this need for the poet is felt by but few persons in our day.
This world never did seem my home; I have never felt quite comfortable in it; I have yet to find, and shall find the perfect home I have not felt this world, even my mother's bosom to be. Nature herself is not lovely enough to satisfy me. Nor can it be that I am beside myself, seeing I care only for the will of God, not for my own. For what is madness but two or more wills in one body?
Ronald at once advanced to meet him, and said, "I am an officer of his Majesty's ship `Imperious. I was sent by my captain to communicate with the people in this district, and hearing that you were in the neighbourhood, I considered it my duty to inform you of what I have done." "In that light I am perfectly ready to receive you sir," said the colonel, with a stiff bow.
Because this is a good property, and the fellow is distinguished and romantic-looking: but he is impossible perfectly impossible. Every line of his face says shipwreck." "You are not usually so prophetic." "Of course. But I am prophetic now, for Delia is more than interested, silly chuck! Did you ever read the story of the other Gaston Sir Gaston whom this one resembles? No?
And since I am by no means altogether pessimistic, in spite of my qualmy phases, it follows that I do not believe that the old spirit will necessarily prevail.
Surely a man of fifty-two with grown-up children, and hung on the line, would not be reckless. 'He won't want to disgrace the family, he thought; 'he was as fond of his father as I am of mine, and they were brothers. That woman brings destruction what is it in her?
"I must go back," she thought, "to the Castle of Content, where my dear father would fain have his child again. And yet I dread to go back with my errand undone, my quest unrewarded. "What is it," thought Elaine, in sudden self-searching, "that I seek? What must this man be, to whom I would surrender the keeping of my heart? What do I ask that is so hard to find? "Am I seeking for a god?
Though he could contrive that his words should be gay, his looks were sheepish, and when he gave his hand to the squire it was only by a struggle that he could bring himself to look straight into the old man's face. "I'm very glad to see you, John," said the squire, "very glad indeed." "And so am I," said Bell.
"You have somewhat the look of your sister," he observed, after a prolonged appraisal; "though, in nature, 'tis not expected of us trousered folk to be so beautiful. And by your leave, you'll not quit us thus unceremoniously, Master Osric. I am by way of being a friend of your brother's, and 'tis more than possible that he may during the evening honor us with his presence.
Crawford has too much sense to stay here if he found himself in any danger from Maria; and I am not at all afraid for her, after such a proof as she has given that her feelings are not strong."
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