Ruskin and the Religion of BeautyGeorge Allen, 1899 - 301 страница |
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... look at and to love pictures . Even his enemies cannot deny this . Long ago Miss Brontë wrote : " I have lately been reading Modern Painters , and have de- rived from the work much genuine pleasure , and , I hope , some edification ; at ...
... look at and to love pictures . Even his enemies cannot deny this . Long ago Miss Brontë wrote : " I have lately been reading Modern Painters , and have de- rived from the work much genuine pleasure , and , I hope , some edification ; at ...
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... look no longer at Turner , but would read the economists ; and he found them ridiculous with their universal optimism , and even went to Manchester itself to deliver a vehe- ment onslaught on the theory of laissez - faire and lais- sez ...
... look no longer at Turner , but would read the economists ; and he found them ridiculous with their universal optimism , and even went to Manchester itself to deliver a vehe- ment onslaught on the theory of laissez - faire and lais- sez ...
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... look with open eyes into himself , and to put his sincerity to a test which was most painful . He was at Oxford . A young lady , for whom his attachment was known , and who even passed as his betrothed , was dying . Her reli- gious ...
... look with open eyes into himself , and to put his sincerity to a test which was most painful . He was at Oxford . A young lady , for whom his attachment was known , and who even passed as his betrothed , was dying . Her reli- gious ...
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... look that has followed me , a look bordering on tearful . " But in public lecturing he charmed his audience by that same sort of personal magnetism that made him so many friends amongst the London workmen and the peasants at Coniston . Look ...
... look that has followed me , a look bordering on tearful . " But in public lecturing he charmed his audience by that same sort of personal magnetism that made him so many friends amongst the London workmen and the peasants at Coniston . Look ...
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... looks at the living faces of his listeners . Do they agree with him up till now ? He cannot go on without knowing . He asks them , makes them lift their hands in sign of agreement , and , emboldened , he attacks the heart of his subject ...
... looks at the living faces of his listeners . Do they agree with him up till now ? He cannot go on without knowing . He asks them , makes them lift their hands in sign of agreement , and , emboldened , he attacks the heart of his subject ...
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Страница 115 - ... to teach them rest. No words, that I know of, will say what these mosses are. None are delicate enough, none perfect enough, none rich enough.
Страница 124 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die. All...
Страница 100 - Home. And wherever a true wife comes, this home is always round her. The stars only may be over her head; the glowworm in the nightcold grass may be the only fire at her foot: but home is yet wherever she is; and for a noble woman it stretches far round her, better than ceiled with cedar, or painted with vermillion, shedding its quiet light far, for those who else were homeless.
Страница 92 - Perhaps there is no more impressive scene on earth than the solitary extent of the Campagna of Rome under evening light. Let the reader imagine himself for a moment withdrawn from the sounds and motion of the living world, and sent forth alone into this wild and wasted plain.
Страница 124 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Страница 125 - Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Страница 14 - Alps not only the revelation of the beauty of the earth, but the opening of the first page of its volume, — I went down that evening from the garden -terrace of Schaffhausen with my destiny fixed in all of it that was to be sacred and useful.
Страница 15 - Lastly : although there was no definite religious sentiment mingled with it, there was a continual perception of Sanctity in the whole of nature, from the slightest thing to the vastest ; — an instinctive awe, mixed with delight ; an indefinable thrill, such as we sometimes imagine to indicate the presence of a disembodied spirit. I could only feel this perfectly when I was alone ; and then it would often make me shiver from head to foot with the joy and fear of it...
Страница 106 - ... among her rocks. Patiently, eddy by eddy, the clear green streams wind along their well-known beds; and under the dark quietness of the undisturbed pines, there spring up, year by year, such company of joyful flowers as I know not the like of among all the blessings of the earth. It was spring time, too; and all were coming...
Страница 9 - I never had heard my father's or mother's voice once raised in any question with each other; nor seen an angry, or even slightly hurt or offended, glance in the eyes of either. I had never heard a servant scolded; nor even suddenly, passionately, or in any severe manner, blamed.