Love: William Hazlitt


In her sight there was Elysium; her smile was heaven; her voice was enchantment; the air of love waved round her, breathing balm into my heart; for a little while I had sat with the gods at their golden tables, I had tasted of all earth’s bliss.

William Hazlitt

Liber Amoris 1823
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About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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