CHAPTER VII: THE SPORT OF CHANCE _Shelley_ 121
CHAPTER VIII: ROMANTIC BALLADS _The Children of To-Morrow_ 135
CHAPTER X: BROWNING _The Joseph Severn Memoirs_ 158
CHAPTER XII: WALT WHITMAN _The Pagan Review_ 192
CHAPTER XV: THE MOUNTAIN LOVERS _The Sin Eater_ 242
CHAPTER XVII: RUNES OF THE SORROWS OF WOMEN _Green Fire_ 266
CHAPTER XVIII: FROM THE HILLS OF DREAM _The Laughter of Peterkin_ 279
CHAPTER XIX: WIVES IN EXILE _Silence Farm_ 292
CHAPTER XXI: THE DIVINE ADVENTURE _Celtic_ 314
CHAPTER XXIV: WINTER IN ATHENS _Greek Backgrounds_ 367
CHAPTER XXV: THE WINGED DESTINY _Literary Geography_ 381
_Frontispiece_ WILLIAM SHARP (1896), after an etching by William Strang, A. R. A.
WILLIAM SHARP (1883), after photograph taken in Rome 78
WALTER PATER, after a photograph by Frederick Hollyer 104
WILLIAM SHARP (1891), after a pastel drawing by Charles Ross 180
FAC-SIMILE OF AN AUTOGRAPH POEM BY WILLIAM SHARP 216
FAC-SIMILE OF AN AUTOGRAPH “FIONA MACLEOD” POEM BY WILLIAM SHARP 244
IL CASTELLO DI MANIACE, Bronte, Sicily, after a photograph by the Hon. Alex. Nelson Hood 332
WILLIAM SHARP (1903), after a photograph by the Hon. Alex. Nelson Hood (Duke of Bronte) 358
GEORGE MEREDITH, after a photograph by Frederick Hollyer 368
MRS. WILLIAM SHARP (1909), after a photograph by T. Craig-Annan 414
“_Praised be the fathomless universe, For life and joy ... and for love, sweet love._”
“_But one to whom life appeals by myriad avenues, all alluring and full of wonder and mystery, cannot always abide where the heart most longs to be. It is well to remember that there are Shadowy Waters, even in the cities, and that the Fount of Youth is discoverable in the dreariest towns as well as in Hy Brasil: a truth apt to be forgotten by those of us who dwell with ever-wondering delight in that land of lost romance which had its own day, as this epoch of a still stranger, if less obvious, romance has its passing hour._”
“Childhood, when the child is as a flower of wilding growth, and when it is at one with nature, fellow with the winds and birds.”
“That man is fortunate who has half his desires gratified, who lives to see half his desires accomplished,” says Schopenhauer, and taking the axiom to be true I am not going back on it, for certainly more than half of the desires of my boyhood and youth have been fulfilled. I come of a West of Scotland stock which—perhaps in part because of its Scandinavian admixture—has always had in it ‘the wandering blood’: and from my early days, when at the mature age of three I escaped one night from the nursery and was found in the garden at midnight, a huddled little white heap at the foot of a great poplar that was at once my ceaseless delight and wonder and a fascination that was almost terror, a desire of roaming possessed me.”