Henry Brocken / His Travels and Adventures in the Rich, Strange, Scarce-Imaginable Regions of Romance

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With a heart of furious fancies, Whereof I am commander: With a burning spear, And a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander;
With a Knight of ghosts and shadows, I summoned am to Tourney: Ten leagues beyond The wide world's end; Methinks it is no journey.
—ANON. ( Tom o' Bedlam ).
LONDON
JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET, W.
1904
Come hither, come hither, come hither!
—SHAKESPEARE.
Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray; And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child.
—WORDSWORTH.
I used to rush into strange dreams at night: dreams ... where amidst unusual scenes ... I still again and again met Mr. Rochester;... and then the sense of being in his arms, hearing his voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him, being loved by him—the hope of passing a lifetime at his side, would be renewed, with all its first force and fire. —CHARLOTTE BRONTË ( Jane Eyre , Ch. xxxii.).