The Artist and amateur's magazine, ed. by E.V. Rippingille

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Longman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1843

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174 ÆäÀÌÁö - And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
174 ÆäÀÌÁö - And this is in the night : most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight — A portion of the tempest, and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black — and now the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - The point of one white star is quivering still Deep in the orange light of widening morn Beyond the purple mountains : through a chasm Of wind-divided mist the darker lake Reflects it. Now it wanes : it gleams again As the waves fade, and as the burning threads Of woven cloud unravel in pale air. 'Tis lost ! and through yon peaks of cloud-like snow The roseate sunlight quivers.
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - In that Faery Queene I meane glory in my generall intention, but in my particular I conceive the most excellent and glorious person of our soveraine the Queene, and her kingdome in Faery land.
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - So in the person of Prince Arthure I sette forth magnificence in particular, which vertue, for that (according to Aristotle and the rest) it is the perfection of all the rest, and conteineth in it them all...
326 ÆäÀÌÁö - Therefore this work is necessarily ill drawn, and deficient in principle, and much of the sculpture is rude and severe ; yet in parts there is a beautiful simplicity, an irresistible sentiment, and sometimes a grace, excelling more modern productions.
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
103 ÆäÀÌÁö - I am myself a witness. A few days before he died, he wrote me a letter, to express his acknowledgments for the good opinion I entertained of his abilities, and the manner in which (he had been informed) I always spoke of him; and desired he might see me once more before he died. I am aware how flattering it is to myself to be thus connected with the dying testimony which this excellent painter bore to his art. But I cannot prevail on myself to suppress that I was not connected...
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - I so much doe vaunt, yet no where show, But vouch antiquities, which no body can know. But let that man with better...
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... no other way ; and yet, of all the ways in which a human figure could fall, it is probably the most expressive of a person overwhelmed by, and in the grasp of, Divine vengeance. This is in some measure the secret of Raphael's success.

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