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We went in and spent an hour there, wandering all round the nave and aisles, admiring the grand old edifice itself, but finding more to smile at than to admire in the monuments. . . . The interior view of the Abbey is better than can be described; the heart aches, as one gazes at it, for lack of power and breadth enough to take its beauty and grandeur in.
The grass grows rank among the broad flagstones, and in the morning twilight thousands of tame pigeons flutter around the solitary lofty tower. On three sides you find yourself surrounded by cloistered walks. In these the silent Turk sits smoking his long pipe, the handsome Greek leans against the pillar and gazes at the upraised trophies and lofty masts, memorials of power that is gone.
She did not answer at once, but looked up at him, as he stood over her, with one of her strange, baffling gazes, in which there was the hint of a welcoming smile. "Reflection seems to be a circular process with me," she answered. "I never get anywhere like you." "Like me!" he exclaimed, seating himself on the bench.
Wherever she turns or walks she sees a welcome visitor: it is always her own insolent image in the mirrors on the walls. These mirrors make of herself her own eternal jailer. When she gazes from the window of her prison tower she sees no one. No conquering lover comes to deliver her from the bondage of self.
"I'd make it," says I. "All I got to do is to roll out of the cot an hour or so earlier in the morning. Wouldn't six hours do the job? Well, two hours a day for three days, and there you are. Efficiency stuff. That's me. Lead me to it." Vee gazes at me admirin'. "Aren't you splendid, Torchy!" says she. "And I'm sure the exercise will do you a lot of good."
Sir Jasper took a stop backward, and regarded this singular apparition in wonder. The old man folded his arms across his bosom and made him a profound Oriental salaam. "The Lord of Kingsland gazes in amaze at the uninvited stranger. And yet I think destiny has sent me hither." "Who are you?" the baronet demanded. "What jugglery is this?
It is an extraordinary craze, by the way, that our countrymen will want always 'to see the pictures, as though that were the object of travelling. One gazes with pleasure and some surprise at its handsome streets, where everyone seems to live and thrive. There is a general air of opulence.
I only thought I'd mention it!" Like an electric shock dart the words of Jacques through the frame of the chivalric Sir Asinus. He starts to his feet gazes around him despairingly, seeking a place of refuge. The step of worthy Doctor Small is heard upon the portico; Sir Asinus quakes. "Are you unwell, my dear friend?" asks Jacques with melancholy interest.
Occasionally the rails are laid upon the extreme verge of a giddy precipice; and looking from the carriage window, the traveller gazes sheer down, without a stone or scrap of fence between, into the mountain depths below. The journey is very carefully made, however; only two carriages travelling together; and while proper precautions are taken, is not to be dreaded for its dangers.
The child is a poet, in fact, when he first plays at Hide-and-seek, or repeats the story of Jack the Giant-killer; the shepherd-boy is a poet when he first crowns his mistress with a garland of flowers; the countryman, when he stops to look at the rainbow; the city apprentice, when he gazes after the Lord Mayor's show; the miser, when he hugs his gold; the courtier, who builds his hopes upon a smile; the savage, who paints his idol with blood; the slave, who worships a tyrant; or the tyrant, who fancies himself a god; the vain, the ambitious, the proud, the choleric man, the hero and the coward, the beggar and the king, the rich and the poor, the young and the old, all live in a world of their own making; and the poet does no more than describe what all the others think and act.
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