Portrait of Shakespeare [not available]
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
[PART I.—BOOK I.]
HIS LIFE.
CHAPTER I
Twelve years ago, in an island adjoining the coast of France, a house, with a melancholy aspect in every season, became particularly sombre because winter had commenced. The west wind, blowing then in full liberty, made thicker yet round this abode those coats of fog that November places between earthly life and the sun. Evening comes quickly in autumn; the smallness of the windows added to the shortness of the days, and deepened the sad twilight in which the house was wrapped.