Love has no power to look forward — the delicious consciousness of the present, a faint but delightful shadow of the past, form its eternity.
(18th August 1822) These from a prose sketch - Isadore - The London Literary Gazette - 1821-1822
Love has no power to look forward — the delicious consciousness of the present, a faint but delightful shadow of the past, form its eternity.
(18th August 1822) These from a prose sketch - Isadore - The London Literary Gazette - 1821-1822