The Witness of Art; Or, The Legend of BeautyHodder and Stoughton, 1876 - 214페이지 |
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... rest is to us more precious than the grandeur of Milton or the pathos of Shakespeare . " Then would I plead that not by the great rivers only do the lilies grow , but by every tiny stream that makes the sweet meadows fertile . And it is ...
... rest is to us more precious than the grandeur of Milton or the pathos of Shakespeare . " Then would I plead that not by the great rivers only do the lilies grow , but by every tiny stream that makes the sweet meadows fertile . And it is ...
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... rest of the company of twelve to whom divine honour was rendered by the hardy races of the North . The first of these is Odin ; the other gods are his children . We are within the Valhalla , that is , Odin's residence , where he ...
... rest of the company of twelve to whom divine honour was rendered by the hardy races of the North . The first of these is Odin ; the other gods are his children . We are within the Valhalla , that is , Odin's residence , where he ...
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... rest . I will direct thy arm as thou throwest this twig . " And the arm of Hoedur is raised , the mistletoe is taken , it is thrown , and Baldur , pierced through and through , falls lifeless . Never was witnessed amongst gods or men a ...
... rest . I will direct thy arm as thou throwest this twig . " And the arm of Hoedur is raised , the mistletoe is taken , it is thrown , and Baldur , pierced through and through , falls lifeless . Never was witnessed amongst gods or men a ...
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Sir Wyke Bayliss. the overtasked body - rest for the overstrained intellect -rest for the bruised heart . From the strife that fills the world - from the struggles of ambition - from the fight for gold - from the cruel wars that drench ...
Sir Wyke Bayliss. the overtasked body - rest for the overstrained intellect -rest for the bruised heart . From the strife that fills the world - from the struggles of ambition - from the fight for gold - from the cruel wars that drench ...
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... rest , The weary world , hushed like an infant on its mother's breast . The great old hills lift up their foreheads in rich sleep- ing light : How humbly grand , how still they stand , worshipping God to - night . The flowers have hung ...
... rest , The weary world , hushed like an infant on its mother's breast . The great old hills lift up their foreheads in rich sleep- ing light : How humbly grand , how still they stand , worshipping God to - night . The flowers have hung ...
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Æschylus amongst angels Apollo arms Artist Baldur Beast bells of Lynn blind Castor and Pollux Christ Christian Church Cimabue Classic Art Claude cornfields Correggio creation crimson Dante darkness dear differ disciples divine evil expression eyes face faith forest garments Giotto glory gods grace Greek Art hand hear heart heaven human form ideal beauty infinite Ingoldsby Legends King King's Messenger kiss Landscape Art Laocöon legend light living look Master Mediæval Art Mediævalist mighty Milton Modern Art Nature never Odin paint painter Paradise pass passion Paul Potter Phidias picture pigtail poet Poetry and Art Raphael realisation religion reverence rivers saints Sally Brown school of Art sculptors seen sing soul splendour stand statues story suffering Supernatural in Art sweet tell tender theme things Thomas Hood thou thought Tintoretto Titian touch trees true truth vision voice words WYKE BAYLISS
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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.