/$ O that I might close for ever Eyes before this blood here guiltless, Blood which cries for vengeance with its Flooding stream of purple flowers! Would that I could deem thee pardoned In the rush of tears that blind thee: Wounds and eyes are mouths which swallow Lies which seek admittance never, etc. $/
With a still more vehement burst of passion Eusebio starts back from the sight of her, when Julia finally is for surrendering herself to him, as he exclaims:
/$ Flaming sparks thine eyeballs scatter; Every sigh is breath that scorches; Every word is a volcano, Every hair a scribbled lightning, Every word is Death, and every Soft caress is Hell's own anguish; Such the horror stirs within me As I see--O awful symbol, Crucifix thy bosom carries. $/
The human soul on the swell of its emotion keeps adding image on image to that immediately confronting it, and with all this impetuous seeking to and fro for new means of expression barely lays to rest its own tumult.
(_ββ_) A _second_ rationale of the metaphorical consists in this that the human soul, after adding to its own depth by this the motion of its own life into the varied survey of objects cognate with it, is stirred at the same time to cast itself free of the externality of such objects, to the extent that it seeks to rediscover itself in what is external; it transmutes that external in its own free activity, and by clothing both itself and its passions in the forms of beauty, proclaims furthermore its power to present in visible semblance its own exaltation above the bare fact.
(_γγ_) A _third_ ground of figurative expression, and one of at least equal force, may be found in the purely ribald exuberance of the phantasy, which is unable to set before us an object in its own outlines for what they are worth, or a significance in its unadorned simplicity, but on all occasions hankers after some concrete embodiment cognate with it, or is overmastered by the ingenuity of a personal caprice, which, in order to escape the commonplace, abandons itself to the charms of the piquant novelty, a caprice that is never satisfied until it has discovered for us points of affinity in material the most remote apparently from that before us, and has thereby related the same to the most distant objects.