A painter's camp in the Highlands, and Thoughts about art, Том 2Macmillan and Company, 1862 - 489 страница |
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... necessary for me to argue my point more elaborately . There is no proof that literature is an exclusive pro- fession ; if it is one , it presents the singular peculiarity that its professors are often surpassed by mere amateurs . It is ...
... necessary for me to argue my point more elaborately . There is no proof that literature is an exclusive pro- fession ; if it is one , it presents the singular peculiarity that its professors are often surpassed by mere amateurs . It is ...
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... necessary books which treat of subjects that require great special experience . Literary men never do write such books unless prepared for them , as Lewes was for his " Essays on Physiology , " by a distinct professional education ...
... necessary books which treat of subjects that require great special experience . Literary men never do write such books unless prepared for them , as Lewes was for his " Essays on Physiology , " by a distinct professional education ...
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... necessary you should know , merely to save themselves the dreaded labour of setting them down on paper . Any proprietor who , living at a distance from his tenants , has attempted to keep up a direct communication with them by letter ...
... necessary you should know , merely to save themselves the dreaded labour of setting them down on paper . Any proprietor who , living at a distance from his tenants , has attempted to keep up a direct communication with them by letter ...
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... necessary to men , else , I suppose , they could enjoy nature without the intervention of painters and writers . At present we enjoy nature much in this fashion . Mr. Turner perceives that mist is beautiful , and paints it . But nobody ...
... necessary to men , else , I suppose , they could enjoy nature without the intervention of painters and writers . At present we enjoy nature much in this fashion . Mr. Turner perceives that mist is beautiful , and paints it . But nobody ...
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... necessary first to read about them in the book . The crumbling stone and mouldering canvass gave their lessons unheeded to thankless and careless children , but the attention of these children was at once arrested by brilliant language ...
... necessary first to read about them in the book . The crumbling stone and mouldering canvass gave their lessons unheeded to thankless and careless children , but the attention of these children was at once arrested by brilliant language ...
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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...