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  carved stone; its clashing of dark copper on the pavement; its soft kiss of
  the   copper   vessel   with   the   surface   of   the   water   below;   and   the   cheerful
  work of the cable。
  Or the Romans knew how to cause the parted floods to measure their
  plain     with    the   strong;    steady;    and    level   flight   of   arches    from     the
  watersheds in the hills to the and city; and having the waters captive; they
  knew   how       to   compel    them   to   take   part;   by   fountains;   in   this   Roman
  triumph。      They had the wit to boast thus of their brilliant prisoner。
  None more splendid came bound to Rome; or graced captivity with a
  more invincible liberty of the heart。            And the captivity and the leap of the
  heart of the waters have outlived their captors。                  They have remained in
  Rome; and have remained alone。                Over them the victory was longer than
  empire; and their thousands of loud voices have never ceased to confess
  the   conquest   of   the   cold   floods;   separated   long   ago;   drawn   one   by   one;
  alive; to the head and front of the world。
  Of such a transit is made no secret。              It was the most manifest fact of
  Rome。       You   could   not   look   to   the   city   from   the   mountains   or   to   the
  distance   from   the   city   without   seeing   the   approach   of   those   perpetual
  waterswaters   bound   upon   daily   tasks   and   minute   services。   This;   then;
  was the style of a master; who does not lapse from 〃incidental greatness;〃
  has no mean precision; out of sight; to prepare the finish of his phrases;
  and   does   not   think   the   means   and   the   approaches   are   to   be   plotted   and
  concealed。       Without anxiety; without haste; and without misgiving are all
  great things to be done; and neither interruption in the doing nor ruin after
  they   are   done   finds   anything   in   them   to   betray。     There   was   never   any
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  disgrace of means; and when the world sees the work broken through there
  is   no   disgrace   of   discovery。    The   labour   of   Michelangelo's   chisel;   little
  more than begun; a Roman structure long exposed in disarray upon these
  the light of day looks full; and the Roman and the Florentine have their
  unrefuted praise。
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  THE FOOT
  Time   was   when   no   good   news   made   a   journey;   and   no   friend   came
  near; but a welcome was uttered; or at least thought; for the travelling feet
  of   the   wayfarer   or   the   herald。  The   feet;   the   feet   were   beautiful   on   the
  mountains; their toil was the price of all communication; and their reward
  the   first   service   and   refreshment。   They   were   blessed   and   bathed;   they
  suffered; but they were friends with the earth; dews in grass at morning;
  shallow rivers at noon; gave them coolness。               They must have grown hard
  upon their mountain paths; yet never so hard but they needed and had the
  first pity and the readiest succour。           It was never easy for the feet of man
  to   travel   this   earth;   shod   or   unshod;   and   his   feet   are   delicate;   like   his
  colour。
  If they suffered hardship once; they suffer privation now。                Yet the feet
  should have more of the acquaintance of earth; and know more of flowers;
  freshness; cool brooks; wild thyme; and salt sand than does anything else
  about us。      It is their calling; and the hands might be glad to be stroked for
  a day by grass and struck by buttercups; as the feet are of those who go
  barefoot; and the nostrils might be flattered to be; like them; so long near
  moss。      The     face   has   only   now     and   then;   for   a  resting…while;     their
  privilege。
  If   our   feet   are   now   so   severed   from   the   natural   ground;   they   have
  inevitably lost life and strength by the separation。               It is only the entirely
  unshod   that   have   lively  feet。     Watch   a   peasant   who   never   wears   shoes;
  except for a few unkind hours once a week; and you may see the play of
  his talk in his mobile feet; they become as dramatic as his hands。                     Fresh
  as   the   air;   brown   with   the   light;   and   healthy   from   the   field;   not   used   to
  darkness; not grown in prison; the foot of the contadino is not abashed。                    It
  is the foot of high life that is prim; and never lifts a heel against its dull
  conditions; for it has forgotten liberty。          It is more active now than it lately
  was certainly the foot of woman is more active; but whether on the pedal
  or in the stirrup; or clad for a walk; or armed for a game; or decked for the
  waltz; it is in bonds。      It is; at any rate; inarticulate。
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  It has no longer a distinct and divided life; or none that is visible and
  sensible。      Whereas       the  whole     living   body    has   naturally     such   infinite
  distinctness that the sense   of touch differs; as   it were;  with every  nerve;
  and the fingers are so separate that it was believed of them of old that each
  one had its angel; yet the modern foot is; as much as possible; deprived of
  all   that   delicate   distinction:    undone;   unspecialized;   sent   back   to   lower
  forms   of   indiscriminate   life。      It   is   as   though   a   landscape   with   separate
  sweetness in every tree should be rudely painted with the blank blank;
  not simplegeneralities of a vulgar hand。                Or as though one should take
  the pleasures of a day of happiness in a wholesale fashion; not 〃turning the
  hours to moments;〃 which joy can do to the full as perfectly as pain。
  The     foot;   with    its  articulations;     is  suppressed;      and    its  language
  confused。       When Lovelace likens the hand of Amarantha to a violin; and
  her glove to the case; he has at any rate a glove to deal with; not a boot。
  Yet   Amarantha's   foot   is   as   lovely   as   her   hand。      It;   too;   has   a   〃tender
  inward〃; no wayfaring would ever make it look anything but delicate; its
  arch seems too slight to carry her through a night of dances; it does; in fact;
  but balance her。        It is fit to cling to the ground; but rather for springing
  than for rest。
  And;     doubtless;     for  man;     woman;      and   child   the   tender;    irregular;
  sensitive; living foot; which does not even stand with all its little surface
  on the ground; and which makes no base to satisfy an architectural eye; is;
  as   it   were;   the   unexpected   thing。    It   is   a   part   of   vital   design   and   has   a
  history; and man does not go erect but at a price of weariness and pain。
  How weak it is may be seen from a footprint:                   for nothing makes a more
  helpless and unsymmetrical sign than does a naked foot。
  Tender;   too;   is   the   silence   of   human   feet。    You   have   but   to   pass   a
  season   amongst   the   barefooted   to   find   that   man;   who;   shod;   makes   so
  much ado; is naturally as silent as snow。                 Woman; who not only makes
  her   armed   heel   heard;   but   also   goes   rustling   like   a   shower;   is   naturally
  silent    as  snow。     The     vintager    is  not  heard    among      the  vines;    nor   the
  harvester     on   his   threshing…floor      of  stone。    There     is  a  kind   of   simple
  stealth in their coming and going; and they show sudden smiles and dark
  eyes in and out of the rows of harvest when you thought yourself alone。
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  The lack of   noise in their movement   sets free   the sound of their voices;
  and their laughter floats。
  But we shall not praise the 〃simple; sweet〃 and 〃earth…confiding feet〃
  enough without thanks for the rule of verse and for the time of song。                         If
  Poetry was first divided by the march; and next varied by the dance; then
  to the rule of the foot are to be ascribed the thought; the instruction; and
  the dream that could not speak by prose。                 Out of that little physical law;
  then; grew a spiritual law which is one of the greatest things we know; and
  from   the   test   of   the   foot   came   the   ultimate   test   of   the   thin