the hour of ten
-LSB- Footnote J : Dante -- Divina Commedia . -RSB- `` Each man , '' he cried , `` who pursues his highest is a prophet ! Ever there is an inward compulsion in our race to press on , and we hear the heroes of the front as they fall , crying ` Forward , forward , forward , forward , forward ! ' '' While he spoke , for he said much besides , many of the lights were disappearing , we seemed to be being left alone , and the church-towers of the city chorussed the hour of ten . The final step in the progression of influences was , strange to say , a dream . Our residence was then on Grosvenor street , -- a Florid Gothic one after the model of Desdemona 's House in Venice . My own little room was fitted up in a Moorish fashion .