...a boundless continuity of dryness. I would rather have written that half-stanza of Longfellow's, in the Wreck of the Hesperus, of the billow that swept her crew like icicles from her deck, than all Gawain Douglas 's tedious enumeration of meteorological phenomena put together. A real landscape is never tiresome; it never presents itself to us as a disjointed succession of isolated particulars; we take it in ...