Excerpt from Stanley, or the Recollections of a Man of the World, Vol. 2 of 2 My heart can multiply thy image still; Successful love may sate itself away, The wretched are the faithful 'tis their fate To have all feeling save the one decay, And every passion into one dilate, As rapid rivers into ocean pour; But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore. Luau? Or Tasso. I know not whether it was, that my mind, fatigued and fretted by the rude and harsh thoughts and schemes by which it had been occupied, relieved itself by an ln stinctive return to hopes of softer texture, or whether some rosy-breathed, love-scarfed dream had lain beside me through the night and folded my spirit in its dewy airs but when I awoke the only thought that occupied my mind was Emily Wilson. Her image seemed to invest my nature. My swerving temper had slid from beneath the weight of all other interests, and my dispo sitiou had no hue but that which it took from her bright presence. My memory, my consciousness, my fancy, all that makes the spiritual being, was saturated with her influence. As one that reclining supine on some high peak looks up toward the sky, and sees, above him and beside him, no form nor colour save the casing canopy of air, so was Ishrouded in the dream of her loveliness. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.