human
; and the blue lilies about the harp of golden-haired David; and Solomon gold-robed in the blue abyss of his cedar house,
gpt
;[66] and the
human
through the gloom of Verona woods;[67] he sees the American pampas--
gpt
human
with a horse--
gpt
--careering across it; and his swarthy Ethiop uses the yellow poison-wattles of a lizard to divine with.[68] If he imagines the
human
of the sorb-fruit, they must be ensconced in
gpt
foils in texture as in hue;[69] and he neglects the mellow harmonies of autumnal decay in order to paint the leaf which is like a splash of blood intense, abrupt, across the flame of a golden shield.[70] He makes the most of every hint of contrast he finds, and delights in images which accentuate the rigour of antithesis; Cleon's mingled black and white slaves remind him of a tesselated pavement, and Blougram's fluctuating faith and doubt of a chess-board. And when, long after the tragic break-up of his Italian home, he reverted in thought to Miss Blagden's Florentine garden, the one impression that sifted itself out in his tell-tale memory was of spots of colour and light upon dark backgrounds,--