"There are very few days that I do not see the poet for an hour or two. What strange workings are there in his great mind, and how fearfully strong are all his feelings and affections! If his intellect had been less powerful they must have destroyed him long ago; but even in the midst of his strongest emotions his attention may be attracted to some intellectual speculation, or his imagination excited by some of those external objects which have such influence over him; and his feelings subside like the feelings of a child, and he will go out and compose some beautiful sonnet."
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Isabella Fenwick to Henry Taylor (4 January 1839), quoted in Correspondence of Henry Taylor, ed. Edward Dowden (1888), pp. 109-110
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