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The bird continues its flight towards the west. Ten miles farther on it once more poises itself on soaring wing, and directs its glance downward. Another raft is seen motionless upon the calm surface of the sea, but differing from the former in almost everything but the name.
"Thou knowest I could not be at peace in any other grave. I have suffered in thine absence, the sufferings of the body that, being yet strong in spite of age, is reluctant to take leave of life. But it is past! I am as one numbed with everlasting frost, and now I feel no pain. And my mind is like a bird that poises for a while over past and present, ere soaring into the far future.
Vigorous and stately, the goddess poises herself on the prow of the ship, swaying with the impulse of conquering daring and strength. Another statue which belongs, so far as artistic reasoning may carry us, to the period and school of Praxiteles, is the so- called Venus of Milo.
At times also the idea, instead of forcibly gushing and dying without consistence, dawns and poises in the fathomless limbo of the organs that give it birth; it tires us by its long parturition; then it develops and grows, is fertile, rich, and productive in the visible grace of youth and with all the qualities of longevity; it sustains the most inquiring glances, invites them, and never wearies them.
Psyche has loosed herself from the fettering contact of Daimon, and lo, now, how daintily she poises on tiptoe, fluttering her wings ere she launches like a star into the wide exhilarant ether! I know it all now.
Then I slipped behind the curtain that partly divided the hall, poised the concussor as a golf-player poises his club, and gathered in the slack of the fishing-line. "The burglar's head appeared dimly in silhouette against the faint light from within. He listened for a moment and then peered out into the dark hall. The opportunity seemed excellent if I could only lure him a little farther out.
He poises himself on the magic line spanning the chasm between these opposing walls, supported by the balancing pole of the real and ideal, lightly gripped in the centre. But to return to the first in the spirit of nature-love and truth to prove if it be worthy. Judged on this scale does it stand?
But then Portia gives us to understand, that she, too, has her private troubles; that even that excellent man, Brutus, is not without his moods in his domestic administrations, for on one occasion, when he treats her to 'ungentle looks, and 'stamps his foot, and angrily gesticulates her out of his presence, she makes good her retreat, thinking 'it was but the effect of humour, which, she says, 'sometime hath his hour with every man'; and, good and patriotic as Brutus truly is, Cassius perceives, upon experiment, that after all he too is but a man, and, with a particular and private nature, as well as a larger one 'which is the worthier, and not unassailable through that 'single I myself': he, too, may be 'thawed from the true quality with that which melteth fools, with words that flatter 'his particular. In his conference with him, Cassius addresses himself skilfully to this weakness; he poises the name of Caesar with that of Brutus, and, at the last, he clinches his patriotic appeal, with an appeal to his personal sentiment, of baffled, mortified emulation; for those writings, thrown in at his window, purporting to come from several citizens, 'all tended to the great opinion that Rome held of his name; and, alas! the Poet will not tell us that this did not unconsciously wake, in that pure mind, the feather's-weight that was perhaps needed to turn the scale.
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