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“How many children could say their home hosted the humblest and highest at the same time, on any given evening invaded by expatriates their father never hesitated to invite in? Through the back door he welcomed a bookseller, organ grinder, biscuit maker, vagrant macaroni man, and one called Galli who thought he was Christ. Through the front, disgraced Italian counts and generals made as officious entrances as a small house on Charlotte Street afforded.”

Poets Women Poets Christina Rossetti Victorian Society Pre Raphaelite 19th Century Poetry Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Book:The Dove Upon Her Branch: A Novel Portrait of Christina Rossetti

Source: The Dove Upon Her Branch: A Novel Portrait of Christina Rossetti

“One day in the country was worth a month in town and better than Christmas, her birthday, or even Papa saying she was like the moon risen at the full.”

Poets Women Poets Christina Rossetti Victorian Society Pre Raphaelite Victorian London 19th Century Poetry Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Book:The Dove Upon Her Branch: A Novel Portrait of Christina Rossetti

Source: The Dove Upon Her Branch: A Novel Portrait of Christina Rossetti

“Dreams, always dreams! and the more ambitious and delicate is the soul, the more its dreams bear it away from possibility. Each man carries in himself his dose of natural opium, incessantly secreted and renewed. From birth to death, how many hours can we count that are filled by positive enjoyment, by successful and decisive action? Shall we ever live, shall we ever pass into this picture which my soul has painted, this picture which resembles you? These treasures, this furniture, this luxury, this order, these perfumes, these miraculous flowers, they are you. Still you, these mighty rivers and these calm canals! These enormous ships that ride upon them, freighted with wealth, whence rise the monotonous songs of their handling: these are my thoughts that sleep or that roll upon your breast. You lead them softly towards that sea which is the Infinite; ever reflecting the depths of heaven in the limpidity of your fair soul; and when, tired by the ocean's swell and gorged with the treasures of the East, they return to their port of departure, these are still my thoughts enriched which return from the Infinite - towards you.”

Romanticism Translation World Literature French Poetry Aleister Crowley 19th Century Poetry Charles Baudelaire Poetry In Translation

Author:Charles Baudelaire, Aleister Crowley

“What bizarre things does not one find in a great city when one knows how to walk about and how to look! Life swarms with innocent monsters. Oh Lord my God, Thou Creator, Thou Master, Thou who hast made law and liberty, Thou the Sovereign who dost allow, Thou the Judge who dost pardon, Thou who art full of Motives and of Causes, Thou who hast (it may be) placed within my soul the love of horror in order to turn my hear to Thee, like the cure which follows the knife; Oh Lord, have pity, have pity upon the mad men and women that we are! Oh Creator, is it possible that monsters should exist in the eyes of Him alone who knoweth why they exist, how they have made themselves, and how they would have made themselves, and could not?”

Prose Poetry Romantic Poetry Baudelaire World Literature Crowley 19th Century Poetry French Poetry In Translation World Poetry

Author:Charles Baudelaire, Aleister Crowley