“He thought, in fine, that the dreams of poets were the realities of life.” — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“To the extreme of this feeling I was ever a victim. The heavy responsibility, often suddenly and unexpectedly imposed—the struggle for success, when success was all but hopeless—the intense anxiety for the arrival of those critical periods which change the character of a malady, and divest it of some of its dangers, or invest it with new ones—the despondence when… — John William Polidori Copy Share
“Ay,’ he continued, as if unaware of my presence, ‘blessed indeed are they who die in the Lord; but the wicked man and the… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“I answered in the affirmative; and he continued—‘Then you must be aware that if my son Edward were, which God forbid, the unprincipled, reckless… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“Hitherto, Aubrey had had no opportunity of studying Lord Ruthven’s character, and now he found, that, though many more of his actions were exposed… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“SIR,—Although I sent the following narrative to an Edinburgh newspaper, with the editor of which I was well acquainted; yet he refused to give… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“Her earnestness and apparent belief of what she narrated, excited the interest even of Aubrey; and often, as she told him the tale of… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“There is a kind of crystallization in the circumstances of one’s life. A peculiar turn of mind draws to itself events fitted to its… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“Courage, my dear fellow,’ said I, ‘there is no space too great to allow of the sun’s rays enlivening it—neither is that heart in… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“The morning after I received this message, I arose and resumed my usual occupations; but from whatever cause it may have proceeded, I felt… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“Yes,’ said he, half aloud, ‘a few links bring all life before us: here is adventure—excitement—the toil and the triumph of the body. I… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“But now the rest of the adjoining cotters rose in a body, and insisted on turning me out. Is it not strange, Sir, that… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
“Some one had that day been buried, and less care than is usual had been taken in closing up the grave, for, as I… — John William Polidori Copy Share Image
