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Within the soul a faculty abides, / That with interpositions, which would hide / And darken, so can deal, that they become / Contingencies of pomp; and serve to exalt / Her native brightness, as the ample moon, / In the deep stillness of a summer even, / Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, / Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, / In the green trees; and, kindling on all sides / Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil / Into a substance glorious as her own, / Yea, with her own incorporated, by power / Capacious and serene. / Wordsworth: Excursion, Book IV
Deronda came out of the narrow house at Chelsea in a frame of mind that made him long for some good bodily exercise to carry off what he was himself inclined to call the fumes of his temper. He was going toward the city, and the sight of the Chelsea Stairs with the waiting boats at once determined him to avoid the irritating inaction of being driven in a cab, by calling a wherry and taking an oar.