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[7] Grim tragedies of the high-seas, too, came within his ken.[8] Two or three moments of the voyage stand out for us with peculiar distinctness: the gorgeous sunset off Cadiz bay, when he watched the fading outlines of Gibraltar and Cape St Vincent,--ghostly mementos of England,--not as Arnold's weary Titan, but as a Herakles stretching a hand of help across the seas; the other sunset on the Mediterranean, when Etna loomed against the flaming sky;[9] and, between them, that glaring noontide on the African shore, when the
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weary of shipboard and sea sickness, longed for his good horse York in the stable at home, and scribbled his ballad of brave horses, _How they brought the Good News_, in a blank leaf of Bartoli's _Simboli_. The voyage ended at Trieste; and thence he passed to Venice, brooded among her ruined palaces over Sordello, and
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English Eyebright and all the destiny and task of the poet; and so turned homeward, through the mountains, gathering vivid glimpses as he went of
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[10] and laying by a memory, soon to germinate, of
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