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ON THE PICTURESQUE AND IDEAL.
in the comparison: it has not in it the principle of growing and still unsatisfied desire. In the ideal there is no fixed stint or limit but the limit of possibility: it is the infinite with respect to human capacities and wishes. Love is for this reason an ideal passion. We give to it our all of hope, of fear, of present enjoyment, and stake our last chance of happiness wilfully and desperately upon it. A good authority puts into the mouth of one of his heroines—
“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep!”—
My love as deep!”—
How many fair catechumens will there be found in all ages to repeat as much after Shakespear’s Juliet!
