The beautiful and tender images there conjured up, "come like shadows -- so depart." The "tiger-moth's wings," which he has spread over his rich poetic blazonry, just flit across my fancy; the gorgeous twilight window which he has painted over again in his verse, to me "blushes" almost in vain "with blood of queens and kings." I know how I should have felt at one time in reading such passages; and that is all.
Some years after, when I met with his  work again, I found I had lost nearly my whole relish for it (except some few parts),and was, I remember, very much mortified with the change in my taste, which I sought to attribute to the smallness and gilt edges of the edition I had bought, and its being perfumed with rose-leaves.
do you see the face or the man riding a horse?
do you see a face or a boy sitting on a rock?
do you see a skull or a women with a basket on her head?
why is my passion important to me?
my passion is important to me because i truly worship the power of artist and there creations.
I believe that passion to express oneself is the most important human need. We express ourselves by chatting to friends or family, messaging and e-mailing. But, myself as a teenage girl who dreams of being an artist. I live with the passion of art. Like an aurora borealis, which shows puzzled colors, I could also express my puzzled feelings with my passion.
I was passionate about colors, imagination and emotional expression rather than chatting, messaging nor e-mailing. I believe sentiments can bring either illness to people or vitamins that make people energetic. If people do not share feelings and just hope others to notice without a word, others will never notice and people will get depressed.
On the other hand, if people share feelings with others, everybody will be sanguine like they had taken vitamins. However, I had to express myself, as I was alone in a different country, where everything was different from my home. Nevertheless, wherever I was, I had passion to express my thoughts. My emotions on the canvas were a colorful tornado. The tornado was just about to suck up everything in the world but the target was in maze.
The tornado included my happiness, sadness, loneliness and my belief for passion. Expressing my emotions, it has changed me as being mature, independen, and optimistic. However, sometimes, I looked around streets and tried to find a cozy place that I can be alone to think by myself. In Edinburgh, where the history of Britain still exists from the architecture, there was a place with the smell of turpentine which is a liquid used for cleaning oil paints. I went into the place with curiosity and sneaked in like a cat. It was an art studio with a few artists. They were busy painting their canvas. I thought I was not the only person who expresses emotions differently. Everybody has their own way.
I believe that having passion to express oneself makes humans alive. God created livings things to share expressions. Lust has a tremendous power that can change and satisfy humans. I believe without fervor to express, the world will be full of grey clouds covering happiness.
I wish that I had sooner known the dramatic writers contemporary with Shakespeare; for in looking them over about a year ago, I almost revived my old passion for reading, and my old delight in books, though they were very nearly new to me.