There sat the man, in actual flesh, whom I had heard of so many thousands of times since that day.
Thirty Years Before
So many thousands of times
What a fascination there is
For reasons which will presently appear
Unconsciousness of the Deep
The simple honesty that expressed itself all over him;
There sat the man, in actual flesh, whom I had heard of so many thousands of times since that day, thirty years before, when his name shot suddenly to the zenith from a Crimean battlefield, to remain forever celebrated. It was food and drink to me to look, and look, and look at that demigod; scanning, searching, noting: the quietness, the reserve, the noble gravity of his countenance