That is the bitterness of art: you see a good effect, and some nonsense about sense continually intervenes.

“I never drew a picture of anything that was before me but always from fancy, a …”

“I will make you brooches and toys for your delightOf bird-song at morning and s…”

“He felt ready to face the devil, and strutted in the ballroom with the swagger …”

“This was the shocking thing; that the slime of the pit seemed to utter cries an…”