Date: 1790

"It was not in the rapid intricacies of execution, that she excelled so much as in that delicacy of taste, and in those enchanting powers of expression, which seem to breathe a soul through the sound, and which take captive the heart of the hearer."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"But they were happy, for they knew not enough of the world seriously to regret the want of its enjoyments, though Julia would sometimes sigh for the airy image which her fancies painted, and a painful curiosity would arise concerning the busy scenes from which she was excluded."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"A return to her customary amusements, however, would chase the ideal image from her mind, and restore her usual happy complacency."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"It is the province of the familiar, to diffuse chearfulness and ease--to open the heart of man to man, and to beam a temperate sunshine upon the mind."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"Here fancy flourishes,--the sensibilities expand---and wit, guided by delicacy and embellished by taste--points to the heart."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"He conducted himself towards her with frigid indifference, which served only to inflame the passion it was meant to chill."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"A new scene was now opening to her, which her young imagination painted in the warm and glowing colours of delight."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"What say you--would not the beauty of lady Julia bind your unsteady heart?"

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"Julia retired from the scene with regret. She was enchanted with the new world that was now exhibited to her, and she was not cool enough to distinguish the vivid glow of imagination from the colours of real bliss."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1790

"She seemed to have entered upon a new state of existence;--those fine springs of affection which had hitherto lain concealed, were now touched, and yielded to her a happiness more exalted than any her imagination had ever painted."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)