. Old love stories retold. Old Love Stories Retoldwalk; though the carpet were of silk,and the curtains of the morning clouds,the chairs and sofas stuffed with cygnetsdown, the food manna, the wine beyondclaret, the window opening on Winander-mere, I should not feel, or rather myhappiness should not be, so fine; mysolitude is sublime — for, instead ofwhat I have described, there is a sub-limity to welcome me home; the roaringof the wind is my wife; and the starsthrough my window-panes are my chil-dren; the mighty abstract Idea of Beautyin all things, I have, stifles the moredivided and minute
. Old love stories retold. Old Love Stories Retoldwalk; though the carpet were of silk,and the curtains of the morning clouds,the chairs and sofas stuffed with cygnetsdown, the food manna, the wine beyondclaret, the window opening on Winander-mere, I should not feel, or rather myhappiness should not be, so fine; mysolitude is sublime — for, instead ofwhat I have described, there is a sub-limity to welcome me home; the roaringof the wind is my wife; and the starsthrough my window-panes are my chil-dren; the mighty abstract Idea of Beautyin all things, I have, stifles the moredivided and minute domestic amiable wife and sweet children Icontemplate as part of that Beauty, butI must have a thousand of those beauti-ful particles to fill up my heart. . .Those things, combined with the opin-ion I have formed of the generalityof women, who appear to me aschildren to whom I would rathergive a sugar-plum than my time, form John Keats and Fanny Brawne a harrier against matrimony which Irejoice in. . Y
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