The Witness of Art; Or, The Legend of BeautyHodder and Stoughton, 1876 - 214페이지 |
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... Poets and Architects and Sculptors ; we see the long procession for a thousand years , from Homer to Virgil , until the land is full of temples , and the temples are full of gods . And such temples ! The Doric - strong as the youthful ...
... Poets and Architects and Sculptors ; we see the long procession for a thousand years , from Homer to Virgil , until the land is full of temples , and the temples are full of gods . And such temples ! The Doric - strong as the youthful ...
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... poet Virgil was the last to hear the sweeping of her garments as Beauty passed away ; the sculptors of the Laocöon the last to see the splendour of her face . Then came a thousand years of darkness to the painter , and of silence to the ...
... poet Virgil was the last to hear the sweeping of her garments as Beauty passed away ; the sculptors of the Laocöon the last to see the splendour of her face . Then came a thousand years of darkness to the painter , and of silence to the ...
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... Poet and the Artist . I do not ask them to limit their vision to mine . It is sufficient for me if even for a moment I can place the favourite picture or statue in a new light , or give to the poet's rhythm a cadence forgotten or ...
... Poet and the Artist . I do not ask them to limit their vision to mine . It is sufficient for me if even for a moment I can place the favourite picture or statue in a new light , or give to the poet's rhythm a cadence forgotten or ...
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... poets in stone - were the first to meet her as she returned . I said it doubtfully at first , but now with the certainty that it is true . The solemn minster , the quaint statue , the sweet pictures of the Mediævalist were but the ...
... poets in stone - were the first to meet her as she returned . I said it doubtfully at first , but now with the certainty that it is true . The solemn minster , the quaint statue , the sweet pictures of the Mediævalist were but the ...
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... Poet and Sculptor , Architect and Painter have enshrined it in their works ; and yet it is still the " Holy Grail , " the one quest of Art . Let us seek it also . If we call ourselves philosophers , and believe that we " growed " like ...
... Poet and Sculptor , Architect and Painter have enshrined it in their works ; and yet it is still the " Holy Grail , " the one quest of Art . Let us seek it also . If we call ourselves philosophers , and believe that we " growed " like ...
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120 페이지 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
113 페이지 - Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway, near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn...
75 페이지 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, 'and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
129 페이지 - DAYBREAK A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me." It hailed the ships, and cried, " Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone.
165 페이지 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
168 페이지 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
124 페이지 - It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace ; It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp, And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece.
194 페이지 - I'd follow him ; But Oh ! — I'm not a fish-woman, And so I cannot swim. " Alas ! I was not born beneath The Virgin and the Scales, So I must curse my cruel stars, And walk about in Wales.
114 페이지 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
154 페이지 - So spake he; and was buckling Tighter black Auster's band, When he was aware of a princely pair That rode at his right hand. So like they were, no mortal Might one from other know: White as snow their armour was: Their steeds were white as snow. Never on earthly anvil Did such rare armour gleam; And never did such gallant steeds Drink of an earthly stream.