H. B. Marriott Watson

H. B. Marriott Watson

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Portrait of H. B. Marriott Watson H. B. Marriott Watson,  Diogenes of London (collection… (1893)

“ The red sun takes the humours from the grass, and the wind set the trees a-quiver, but they warm not, neither fan, the elfin folk in the quiet glades. All these are fled, rapt into a limbo of forgotten myths, where gnomes and djinns and trolls keep them spectral company. The lively imagination of the human kind has fashioned a creditable variety of these creatures, and now that the art is gone with the capacity of belief, we cold inheritors of the ages may take our choice from a motley society of perished immortals. ”
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Portrait of H. B. Marriott Watson H. B. Marriott Watson,  Diogenes of London (collection… (1893)

“ The soil is turned to ignoble uses, broken with the plough and the harrow, and the hills that once tinkled to the laughter of the fairy now smoke from a hundred brazen mouths; or at best stand silent in a melancholy reticence. Each hour brings its own disillusionment, but it seems a pity we have lost our hold upon this pretty faith, which ran against no whim of modern progress. ”
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