Note 2 — Chapter III · OF HOPE
Cecil N. Sidney Woolf translation
All his actions had at first in my eyes that heavenly air, which makes of a man a being apart, and differentiates him from all others. I thought that I could read in his eyes that thirst for a happiness more sublime, that unavowed melancholy, which yearns for something better than we find here below, and which in all the trials that fortune and revolution can bring upon a romantic soul,
... still prompts the celestial sight For which we wish to live or dare to die.
(Last letter of Bianca to her mother. Forlì, 1817.)