There is, first, the longing for the mystic world, the world beneath appearance, with or without reference to eternity.

Secondly, bound up with that, there is the longing for the unknown, for following the gleam which seems to lead us onward, but we know not where.

Then, there is the desire, the deeper for its constant suppression, for escape from the prison of a worldly society, from its conventions and maxims of morality, its barriers of custom and rule, into liberty and unchartered life.

Lastly, there is that longing to discover and enjoy the lands of adventure and romance which underlies and wells upwards through so much of modern life, and which has never ceased to send its waters up to refresh the world.

These are romantic passions.