And thus when by Poetry, or when by Music, the most
entrancing of the poetic moods, we find ourselves melted into tears, we weep then, not as the Abbate Gravina supposes, through excess of pleasure, but through a certain petulant, impatient sorrow at our inability to grasp now, wholly, here on earth, at once and for ever, those divine and rapturous joys of which through' the poem, or through the music, we attain to but brief and indeterminate glimpses.
He was a lovely boy, clad in skeleton leaves and the juices that ooze out of trees but the most
entrancing thing about him was that he had all his first teeth.