The Bookman: A Literary Journal, Том 47 |
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... in an Perhaps the mad artist imagined empty store along with a studio them to
be priceless Kakemonos of stove and three priceless Kake such transcendent
and blinding monos , told me he would “ put me beauty that he did not dare unroli
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... in an Perhaps the mad artist imagined empty store along with a studio them to
be priceless Kakemonos of stove and three priceless Kake such transcendent
and blinding monos , told me he would “ put me beauty that he did not dare unroli
...
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Notice , for ex often feel Wyant to be , but ungainly ample , the curious fact that
whereas through the possession and the exeryou can gain no impression whatso
cise of a fine , noble strength uncoever of the textural beauty of a Weir , ordinated
...
Notice , for ex often feel Wyant to be , but ungainly ample , the curious fact that
whereas through the possession and the exeryou can gain no impression whatso
cise of a fine , noble strength uncoever of the textural beauty of a Weir , ordinated
...
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I am not limb and uncertain like some blind . alone in seeing no beauty in a
colour folded thing of his very direction . scheme blatant rather than beautiful , His
palette is unfortunate when it and I can find no loveliness whatsopermits itself in
its ...
I am not limb and uncertain like some blind . alone in seeing no beauty in a
colour folded thing of his very direction . scheme blatant rather than beautiful , His
palette is unfortunate when it and I can find no loveliness whatsopermits itself in
its ...
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I agree with this estihint , of her miraculous beauty ? ) mate , but I do so full of pity
for the Whistler seems to have been the primitive fineness of feeling inherent
most successful instance of an artist in Wyant's work . that lived charmingly and ...
I agree with this estihint , of her miraculous beauty ? ) mate , but I do so full of pity
for the Whistler seems to have been the primitive fineness of feeling inherent
most successful instance of an artist in Wyant's work . that lived charmingly and ...
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... in juxtatrarily evolved out of egoisms often position with Twachtman , for
examexquisitely and unfamiliarly beautiful but human never with a free , ple , and
the antithesis will throw into sharp relief the essential artifi . fresh beauty of living
fields ...
... in juxtatrarily evolved out of egoisms often position with Twachtman , for
examexquisitely and unfamiliarly beautiful but human never with a free , ple , and
the antithesis will throw into sharp relief the essential artifi . fresh beauty of living
fields ...
Шта други кажу - Напишите рецензију
Нисмо пронашли ниједну рецензију на уобичајеним местима.
Друга издања - Прикажи све
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