A painter's camp in the Highlands, and Thoughts about art, Том 2Macmillan and Company, 1862 - 489 страница |
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... attempted to keep up a direct communication with them by letter without the intervention of an agent , will , to his cost , have ample data for appreciating the truth of these remarks . Persons to whom the mere act of writing is the ...
... attempted to keep up a direct communication with them by letter without the intervention of an agent , will , to his cost , have ample data for appreciating the truth of these remarks . Persons to whom the mere act of writing is the ...
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... the vulgar , because they believe communication to be so absolutely impossible , that any attempt at it would be trouble thrown away . This feeling has hitherto been very well founded , but That certain Artists should write on Art . 13.
... the vulgar , because they believe communication to be so absolutely impossible , that any attempt at it would be trouble thrown away . This feeling has hitherto been very well founded , but That certain Artists should write on Art . 13.
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... attempted assassination of the Emperor , and the French artistic type , with which the British public is , unhappily , not so familiarly acquainted . The comparison is traced out with marvellous skill and minuteness . The book is a ...
... attempted assassination of the Emperor , and the French artistic type , with which the British public is , unhappily , not so familiarly acquainted . The comparison is traced out with marvellous skill and minuteness . The book is a ...
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... attempt no analysis of his teaching in this place , because such an analysis would of itself occupy the room reserved for the whole of the present chapter . But I desire the reader to believe me , when I assure him that no true idea of ...
... attempt no analysis of his teaching in this place , because such an analysis would of itself occupy the room reserved for the whole of the present chapter . But I desire the reader to believe me , when I assure him that no true idea of ...
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... attempt at unity ; and the pictures help one another no more than odd volumes in a bookstall . The Sheepshanks ' collection , on the other hand , is more consistently chosen . Again , of national galleries , the Louvre is as badly ...
... attempt at unity ; and the pictures help one another no more than odd volumes in a bookstall . The Sheepshanks ' collection , on the other hand , is more consistently chosen . Again , of national galleries , the Louvre is as badly ...
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Страница 254 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Страница 157 - A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do.
Страница 259 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.
Страница 261 - In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Страница 256 - About the lonely moated grange. She only said, "The day is dreary, He cometh not," she said; She said, "I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Страница 261 - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow -ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
Страница 278 - ... quiet finger on the trembling stones, 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 257 - THE plain was grassy, wild and bare, Wide, wild, and open to the air, Which had built up everywhere An under-roof of doleful gray. With an inner voice the river ran, Adown it floated a dying swan, And loudly did lament. It was the middle of the day. Ever the weary wind went on, And took the reed-tops as it went. Some blue peaks in the distance rose, And white against the cold-white sky, Shone out their crowning snows.
Страница 271 - ... dark, though flushed with scarlet lichen, casting their quiet shadows across its restless radiance, the fountain underneath them filling its marble hollow with blue mist and fitful sound, and, over all, — the multitudinous bars of amber and rose, the sacred clouds that have no darkness, and only exist to...
Страница 282 - Sharing the stillness of the unimpassioned rock, they share also its endurance ; and while the winds of departing spring scatter the white hawthorn blossom like drifted snow, and summer dims on the parched meadow the drooping of its...