Classic Book Echoes

Classic Book Echoes ✒ Writer ↠ Historical Romances
✒ Reader ↠ Classic literature & 19th century
✒ Light & dark academia ‣ Historian ‣ Nature

Historian writing Regency & Victorian romances inspired by 19th-century classic literature, with historical detail, themes of Romance, and a sprinkle of psychological realism in style. Lover of art and literature, journaling across this world while writing for old souls.

This quote of Aristotle particularly struck me. In the midst of a fairly sober digression on the meanders of poetics, he...
18/09/2025

This quote of Aristotle particularly struck me. In the midst of a fairly sober digression on the meanders of poetics, he raises a touch of spiritual thought. And as someone who has often picked up pen and paper to scribble from an early age, it is how I feel.


There are the clouds and then, suddenly, the sun peering through the veil. The river crashes against the piers, life com...
10/09/2025

There are the clouds and then, suddenly, the sun peering through the veil. The river crashes against the piers, life comes through the cracks. The summer is breathing goodbye and yet the red-purple-orange-blues will stay.

Eternally, the streets I walk through will be there, the sunsets will be seen by eyes not yet in existence, the river tides will continue to swell in indifference - until eternity itself collapses into oblivion.






Provided my eyes are not withdrawn from that spectacle, of which they never tireProvided I may look upon the sun and the...
01/09/2025

Provided my eyes are not withdrawn from that spectacle, of which they never tire

Provided I may look upon the sun and the moon and gaze at the other planets

Provided I may trace their risings and settings, their periods and the causes of their travelling faster or slower

Provided I may behold all the stars that shine at night – some fixed, others not travelling far afield but circling within the same area; some suddenly shooting forth, and others dazzling the eye with scattered fire, as if they are falling, or gliding past with a long trail of blazing light

Provided I can commune with these and, so far as humans may, associate with the divine, and provided I can keep my mind always directed upwards, striving for a vision of kindred things

What does it matter what ground I stand on?

Seneca, Consolation to Helvia

Stop, breathe, read a book with esoteric contents, drink bright crimson tea, rinse, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat. ...
31/08/2025

Stop, breathe, read a book with esoteric contents, drink bright crimson tea, rinse, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat.

🤍Life is so very busy that sometimes we walk past the most interesting details. Like this tree. I barely noticed the hea...
19/08/2025

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Life is so very busy that sometimes we walk past the most interesting details. Like this tree. I barely noticed the heart, though it is so very indiscreetly carved by nature's fingers, so very visible among the moss.

Once I noticed the heart, more discoveries took place. The little snails in close formation. The swirling designs. Within the tree, the sap is pumped through the veiny paths of timber. The thought takes me back to childhood, when I used to collect the bleeding resin from trees with a small twig, curling its liquid, blushing red until it became a yellowish sugar. We breathe because they breathe, we must take notice.

The silver Swan, who living had no Note,when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.Leaning her breast against the...
31/07/2025

The silver Swan, who living had no Note,
when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat.
Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,
thus sang her first and last, and sang no more:
"Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes!
"More Geese than Swans now live, more Fools than Wise."

Authorship: Unknown.
Adapted into "The Silver Swan". Madrigal by Orlando Gibbons (1583–1625).


"In this house lived Hans Christian Andersen at the time of his trip to Portugal in 1866."It's a weird and interesting m...
23/07/2025

"In this house lived Hans Christian Andersen at the time of his trip to Portugal in 1866."

It's a weird and interesting moment when you stand before the place where past footsteps echoed.









I made myself a nest and my book is an anglerfish 🌘
19/07/2025

I made myself a nest and my book is an anglerfish 🌘

At the gates.
11/07/2025

At the gates.

Nel mezzo del cammin della mia vita.
02/07/2025

Nel mezzo del cammin della mia vita.

It is as though life were an interrupted series of intervals, spent revolving between the pendulum of paragraphs and the...
25/05/2025

It is as though life were an interrupted series of intervals, spent revolving between the pendulum of paragraphs and the growing clusters of waves formed by the repetitive schedules of passing ships.

I often find myself relating to Fernando in his existential quest for meaning, his plurality of existences and his inter...
08/05/2025

I often find myself relating to Fernando in his existential quest for meaning, his plurality of existences and his interests in many fields of knowledge. Knowing his chaotic mind, I also often wonder if I should fear for mine... 😆

Behold, his typewriter.

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