As it was with metre and metaphor and description, so it was also with the indefinable something which we call lyric quality: the something which sings to our soul, and which sends a thrill of delight through our nerves or a gust of emotion across our nature in the same direct way as do the notes of certain voices, the phrases of certain pieces of music: instantaneously, unreasoningly and unerringly.
"The Countess of Albany"
Violet Paget (AKA Vernon Lee)
The next day would be Sunday; one of the two weeks she had unreasoningly dreaded was gone, already.
"From the Car Behind"
Eleanor M. Ingram
He even had thought vaguely, unreasoningly eager as a wistful boy, that she might come to him with Corrie that evening, that he might see and touch her.
"From the Car Behind"
Eleanor M. Ingram