It hascreated the fairies, whom the sunlight kills, and fairyland risesagain in our hearts at the sight of it, the voices of the filmyroute, and their faint, soul-piercing melodies. By the moonlightevery man, dull clod though he be by day, tastes something ofEndymion, takes something of the youth and strength of Enidymion,and sees the dear white goddess shining at him from his Lady'seyes.
, as the scientific books say, p. 2). Invariablythis person possessed an iron will. The stories fluctuatedindefinitely... read more
