It was a picture of the lovely ---, which
hung over the mantelpiece, the eyes and mouth of which were so beautiful,
and the whole countenance so radiant with benignity and divine
tranquillity, that I had a times laid down my pen or my book to
gather consolation from it, as a devotee from his patron saint.
hung over the mantelpiece, the eyes and mouth of which were so beautiful,
and the whole countenance so radiant with benignity and divine
tranquillity, that I had a times laid down my pen or my book to
gather consolation from it, as a devotee from his patron saint.
De Quincey - Confessions of an Opium Eater
