“What have I suffered since I parted with you! A
raging fire is in my heart and in my brain, that never
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quits me. The steamboat (which I foolishly
ventured on board) seems a prison-house, a sort of spectre-ship, moving on
through an infernal lake, without wind or tide, by some necromantic power—the
splashing of the waves, the noise of the engine, gives me no rest, night or
day—no tree, no natural object, varies the scene—but the abyss is before me,
and all my peace lies weltering in it! . . . The people about me are ill,
uncomfortable, wretched enough, many of them—but to-morrow or next day they
reach the place of their destination, and all will be new and delightful. To me
it will be the same. . . . . . The people about me even take notice of my dumb
despair, and pity me. What is to be done? I cannot forget her; and I can find
no other like what she seemed. . . . .
“W. H.”
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Source Description:
Author: William Carew Hazlitt
Title:Memoirs of William Hazlitt. With Portions of his Correspondence 2 vols (London: Richard Bentley, 1867).
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Series: Lord Byron and his Times: http://lordbyron.org
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