“So roll the billows to the Icarian shore, From east and south when winds begin to roar; Burst their dark mansions in the clouds and sweep The whitening surges of the ruffled deep; And as on corn when western gusts descend, Before the blasts the lofty harvests bend.” He speaks of the “smoothness of Isocrates, the weight of Demosthenes, the dignity of Thucydides, the sublimity of Plato,” as if he were noting passing acquaintances. He quotes from the “Apology,” points out the weak points in the “Republic,”