Ruskin and the Religion of BeautyGeorge Allen, 1899 - 301 страница |
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... true that Ruskin like Carlyle wrote for an epoch and a generation which is rapidly passing away , this may be all the more reason for looking at his works from the standpoint of one who came under the spell at a distance of time when ...
... true that Ruskin like Carlyle wrote for an epoch and a generation which is rapidly passing away , this may be all the more reason for looking at his works from the standpoint of one who came under the spell at a distance of time when ...
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... minute analysis of landscape and figures . He could not love his little cousin because she had ringlets , which are not in accordance with true taste . Should he be taken to pay a visit , he ΙΟ HIS PERSONALITY INTRODUCTION.
... minute analysis of landscape and figures . He could not love his little cousin because she had ringlets , which are not in accordance with true taste . Should he be taken to pay a visit , he ΙΟ HIS PERSONALITY INTRODUCTION.
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... true hill - districts . Fellowship now inconceivable , for the Crystal Palace , without ever itself attaining any true aspect of size , and pos- sessing no more sublimity than a cucumber - frame between two chimneys , yet by its ...
... true hill - districts . Fellowship now inconceivable , for the Crystal Palace , without ever itself attaining any true aspect of size , and pos- sessing no more sublimity than a cucumber - frame between two chimneys , yet by its ...
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... true painter ever speaks , or ever has spoken much of his art . The greatest speak nothing . " Here we have one of those frequent sentences of his which have seemed inconsis- tent , and which have caused the Master of the Stones of ...
... true painter ever speaks , or ever has spoken much of his art . The greatest speak nothing . " Here we have one of those frequent sentences of his which have seemed inconsis- tent , and which have caused the Master of the Stones of ...
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... " She tells me first that I have not joined the St. George's Company , because I have no home . It is too true . But that is because my father , and mother , and nurse , are dead ; D because the woman I hoped would have been my wife.
... " She tells me first that I have not joined the St. George's Company , because I have no home . It is too true . But that is because my father , and mother , and nurse , are dead ; D because the woman I hoped would have been my wife.
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admiration æsthetical æstheticist Alps architecture artist beauty better blossom blue Brantwood CHARING CROSS ROAD charm Claude Lorraine cloth clouds colour Coniston creatures Crown 8vo Crystal Palace decoration disciples draw dream dress Drosida earth Edition engraving eyes Fcap feel flowers Fra Angelico friends garden gilt top Giotto give Greek hand heart heaven Herne Hill hills honour human ideas imagination instinct JOHN RUSKIN labour Lake of Geneva landscape laws Laxey lecture light lilies living London look Master mind Modern Painters mosses mountains museum Nature never once Oxford painting Palace pass passion peace perhaps Photogravure picture picturesque pleasure Præterita pure Queen railroads rich rocks Ruskin Ruskinian Schaffhausen sculpture seems soul speak spirit stones Stones of Venice teach things thought touch tree true truth Ulverstone Venice vols waves wealth whole words workmen write
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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.