...the subject to him ever after. At twelve he thought himself madly in love with a beautiful cousin. "I could not sleep — I could not eat — I could not rest, "he afterwards wrote. The last of his boyish passions, which siezed him when he was fifteen, before...

...cutting his throat. To school at five, and at eight, like Dante, a lover: 'My passion had its nsnal effects upon me. I could not sleep — I could not eat — I could not rest; and although I hud reason to know that she loved me, it was the texture of my life to think of Ihe time which must...

...Parker, his cousin, " one of the most beautiful of evanescent beings." " She looked," he wrote (6), " as if she had been made out of a rainbow — all beauty and peace" (u) . She died about a year after (7) . For three years nearly he lived fond to distraction of Mary...

...Parker, his cousin, "one of the most beautiful of evanescent beings." " She looked," he wrote (5), " as if she had been made out of a rainbow — all beauty and peace" (6). She died about a year after (7). For three years nearly he lived fond to distraction of Mary Chaworth...

...transparent beauiy of my cousin, or to the sweetness of her temper, during the short period of our intimacy. She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow — ail beauty and peace. My passion had the usual effects upon me — I could not sleep ; I could...

...transparent beauty of my cousin, or to the sweetness of her temper, during the short period of our intimacy. She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow — all beauty and peace."*) He describes her after having received an accident in attending her sister Augusta, who was in consumption...

...really attached since. When I heard of her being married, ... it nearly threw me into convulsions.'1 ' My passion had its usual effects upon me. I could...could not eat — I could not rest ; and although I hod reason to know that she loved me, it was the texture of my life to think of the time which must...

...transparent beauty of my cousin, or to the sweetness of her temper, during the short period of our intimacy. She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow...could not sleep, I could not eat, I could not rest. . . . But I was a fool then, and am not much wiser now." His first published poem was an elegy on his...

...cousin, Margaret Parker — a girl of an exquisitely delicate complexion. " My passion," he says, " had its usual effects upon me. I could not sleep —...could not rest; and although I had reason to know that §he loved me, it was the tgxturg of my life to think of the time which must elapse before we could...

...exquisite complexion. He declares that " she was one of the most beautiful of evanescent beings. . . , She looked as if she had been made out of a rainbow — all beauty and peace." This passion was as real as his first. Moreover, it inspired him to song. Byron says, — " My passion...