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Note 8, page 41, lines 1, 2, 3.
I would have called, adjuring the dark cloud:
To the most ancient Heavens I would have said,
"Speak to me! Show me truth!"
For one of the most powerful and impressive pictures perhaps ever drawn, of a young mind struggling against habit and superstition in its first aspirations after truth, see the admirable Letters from Spain by Don Leucadio Doblado.
Note 9, page 42, lines 10 and 11.
For thick ye girt me round, ye long-departed!
Dust—imaged form—with cross, and shield, and crest.
"You walk from end to end over a floor of tombstones, inlaid in brass with the forms of the departed, mitres, and croziers, and spears, and shields, and helmets, all mingled together—all worn into glass-like smoothness by the feet and the knees of long-departed worshippers. Around, on every side, each in their separate chapel, sleep undisturbed from age to age the venerable ashes of the holiest or the loftiest that of old came thither to worship—their images and their dying prayers sculptured among the resting-places of their remains."—From a beautiful description of ancient Spanish Cathedrals, in Peter's Letters to his Kinsfolk.
Note 10, page 48, lines 12 and 13.
With eyes, whose lightning laughter hath beguil'd
A thousand pangs.
"E 'l lampeggiar de l' angelico riso."—Petrarch.