A painter's camp in the Highlands, and Thoughts about art, Том 2Macmillan and Company, 1862 - 489 страница |
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... merely for literary treatment . If I have sufficient confidence in these conclusions to act upon them it ought to be evident that , whether sound or not , they are at least sincere . The use of literature cannot merely be to make ...
... merely for literary treatment . If I have sufficient confidence in these conclusions to act upon them it ought to be evident that , whether sound or not , they are at least sincere . The use of literature cannot merely be to make ...
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... merely traditional . The ex- perience of the race is now registered by literature in all its departments . Our novelists paint the manners of their time . The avowed object of Balzac was to leave on record a speaking portraiture of ...
... merely traditional . The ex- perience of the race is now registered by literature in all its departments . Our novelists paint the manners of their time . The avowed object of Balzac was to leave on record a speaking portraiture of ...
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... merely to amuse his contemporaries ; he hands them down all living and talking together to the remotest ages . When the new Houses of Parliament and the new Louvre shall be as antique to others as the Colosseum is to us , they shall ...
... merely to amuse his contemporaries ; he hands them down all living and talking together to the remotest ages . When the new Houses of Parliament and the new Louvre shall be as antique to others as the Colosseum is to us , they shall ...
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... most transient im- pressions of the intelligent class in their time . We may , therefore , look upon the Times newspaper not merely as 4 That certain Artists should write on Art . THAT CERTAIN ARTISTS SHOULD WRITE ON ART.
... most transient im- pressions of the intelligent class in their time . We may , therefore , look upon the Times newspaper not merely as 4 That certain Artists should write on Art . THAT CERTAIN ARTISTS SHOULD WRITE ON ART.
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Philip Gilbert Hamerton. therefore , look upon the Times newspaper not merely as a register of facts but a record of thoughts . The technical literature which has taken such a vast development of late is , however , the strongest basis ...
Philip Gilbert Hamerton. therefore , look upon the Times newspaper not merely as a register of facts but a record of thoughts . The technical literature which has taken such a vast development of late is , however , the strongest basis ...
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accurate amateur amongst amusement art of painting artist Balzac canvass Champéry Charlotte Brontë clouds collodion criticism dark degree delicate desire detail dilettant drawing effect English engraving expression extremely metallic fact fame feeling French friends gallery genius gentlemen give Glen Etive gradation grey Hochon honour human ignorant imagination imitation infinite intellectual intelligible invention Issoudun Joseph kind labour lady landscape landscape-painter less light literary literature living Loch Awe look matter means memoranda memory merely modern mountain never noble observation painter painting from nature peculiar perfect persons Phidias photograph poet pre-Raphaelite prose reader respect rich Rosa Bonheur Ruskin shadows Sir Charles Eastlake sketch society talent Tennyson Thackeray things thousand tion Titian Tom Sayers transcendental transcendentalist true truth Turner verse wet collodion process whilst word-painting words write young
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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.
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