Alfred Henry Lewis,
"She Stoops to Conquer"
(1902)
“ There is a storm of approbation that beats down the solitary hiss and silences it. The poet glows; the joy of genius recompensed begins to well in his heart.Goldsmith leaves the resentful Colman and visits the box of Reynolds. The beautiful Jessamy Bride presses his hand, and his eyes fill.If only folk might look ahead as folk look back! What would these two see—Goldsmith and his Jessamy Bride, his one and only love? The year is to hardly end when death will have him; and to him the hiss of Kenrick, the friendship of Johnson, even the love of the Jessamy Bride, will be no more. ”
