Io, in Æschylus, transformed to a cow, offends the imagination; but how
changed when as Isis in Egypt she meets Osiris-Jove, a beautiful woman
with nothing of the metamorphosis left but the lunar horns as the
splendid ornament of her brows!
The identity of history is equally intrinsic, the diversity equally
obvious. There is, at the surface, infinite variety of things; at the
centre there is simplicity of cause. How many are the acts of one man
in which we recognize the same character! Observe the sources of our
information in respect to the Greek genius. We have the _civil history_
of that people, as Herodotus, Thucydides, Xenophon, and Plutarch have
given it; a very sufficient account of what manner of persons they were
and what they did. We have the same national mind expressed for us
again in their _literature_, in epic and lyric poems, drama, and
philosophy; a very complete form. Then we have it once more in their
_architecture_, a beauty as of temperance itself, limited to the
straight line and the square,—a builded geometry. Then we have it once
again in _sculpture_, the “tongue on the balance of expression,” a
multitude of forms in the utmost freedom of action and never
transgressing the ideal serenity; like votaries performing some
religious dance before the gods, and, though in convulsive pain or
mortal combat, never daring to break the figure and decorum of their
dance. Thus of the genius of one remarkable people we have a fourfold
representation: and to the senses what more unlike than an ode of
Pindar, a marble centaur, the peristyle of the Parthenon, and the last
actions of Phocion?
Every one must have observed faces and forms which, without any
resembling feature, make a like impression on the beholder. A
particular picture or copy of verses, if it do not awaken the same
train of images, will yet superinduce the same sentiment as some wild
mountain walk, although the resemblance is nowise obvious to the
senses, but is occult and out of the reach of the understanding. Nature
is an endless combination and repetition of a very few laws. She hums
the old well-known air through innumerable variations.
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