But see, now, how passion
takes hold upon this man, and hurrieth him out of himself
There was an eager, greedy, restless motion in the eye, which showed the passion
that had taken root, and where the shadow of the growing tree would fall.
How well I remember, when my smart and passion
began to cool, how wicked I began to feel!
This was always followed by Collins's Ode on the Passions
, wherein I particularly venerated Mr.
THAMMUZ came next behind, Whose annual wound in LEBANON allur'd The SYRIAN Damsels to lament his fate In amorous dittyes all a Summers day, While smooth ADONIS from his native Rock Ran purple to the Sea, suppos'd with blood Of THAMMUZ yearly wounded: the Love-tale Infected SIONS daughters with like heat, Whose wanton passions
in the sacred Porch EZEKIEL saw, when by the Vision led His eye survay'd the dark Idolatries Of alienated JUDAH.
Such is not the recompense which Providence has deemed worthy of suffering merit, and it is a dangerous and fatal doctrine to teach young persons, the most common readers of romance, that rectitude of conduct and of principle are either naturally allied with, or adequately rewarded by, the gratification of our passions
, or attainment of our wishes.
Sometimes this was the effect of art, and chiefly of the art of literature, which dealt immediately with the passions
and the intellect.
Is it not well known that their determinations are often governed by a few individuals in whom they place confidence, and are, of course, liable to be tinctured by the passions
and views of those individuals?
There are again two methods of removing the causes of faction: the one, by destroying the liberty which is essential to its existence; the other, by giving to every citizen the same opinions, the same passions
, and the same interests.
Certainly neither rich men--those sultans of society who fill their harems--nor middle-class men, who follow the well-beaten high- road of prejudices; nor women who, not choosing to understand the passions
of artists, impose the yoke of their virtues upon men of genius, imagining that the two sexes are governed by the same laws.
Oh, if men would but understand the mysterious passions
of her tender heart, and see the poem which lurks in each of her little tears
, from that hapless hour, Usurp'd a tyranny which men Have deem'd, since I have reach'd to power; My innate nature - be it so: But, father, there liv'd one who, then, Then - in my boyhood - when their fire Burn'd with a still intenser glow,(For passion
must, with youth, expire) E'en then who knew this iron heart In woman's weakness had a part.