the tyranny of the human face

“Whilst I stood, a solemn wind began to blow—the most mournful that ear ever hea…”

“Surely everyone is aware of the divine pleasures which attend a wintry fireside…”

“I stood checked for a moment - awe, not fear, fell upon me - and whist I stood,…”

“Guilt and misery shrink, by a natural instinct, from public notice: they court …”