Already he had marked the things he liked in Donne, and they were savage enough.

However, you might place beside them passages of the purest poetry in Shakespeare.
But the wind was rolling the darkness through the streets of Athens, rolling it, one might suppose, with a sort of trampling energy of mood which forbids too close an analysis of the feelings of any single person, or inspection of features.

All faces--Greek, Levantine, Turkish, English--would have looked much the same in that darkness.

At length the columns and the Temples whiten, yellow, turn rose; and the Pyramids and St.Peter's arise, and at last sluggish St.Paul's looms up.
The Christians have the right to rouse most cities with their interpretation of the day's meaning.

Then, less melodiously, dissenters of different sects issue a cantankerous emendation.