AllstonHoughton, Osgood, 1878 |
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admiration afterwards Allston painted American art Amy Robsart Athenæum beautiful Belshazzar's Feast Benjamin West Boston Boston Athenæum called Cambridge Cambridgeport Carolina Carolinian Channing Charles Sumner Charleston charm Coleridge College Collins color composition Dana Dead Man Revived death delicate delighted Ellery England excellence exhibited expression exquisite eyes face favorite figures finished Flagg frequently Gallery gave genius George grace Greenough hand harmony Harvard head ideal Irving Italian Jeremiah King labor Landscape later Leslie living London Malbone Marriage at Cana mind Morse never Newport noble once painter Paul Veronese pencil picture poem poet poetic portrait Raphael return to America rich Richard H Rome Rosalie Royal Academy S. F. B. Morse says scape scene scenery seemed sketch Smybert sojourn soul Southey spirit ston sublime thought tion Titian took unfinished visitor Waccamaw Washington Allston Washington Irving West William Allston William Ellery Channing wrote Yale College youth
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Стр. 133 - IF thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day Gild, but to flout, the ruins gray.
Стр. 69 - And it came to pass, as they were burying a man, that, behold, they spied a band of men ; and they cast the man into the sepulchre of Elisha : and when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha. he revived, and stood up on his feet.
Стр. 47 - He was to reside among these delightful scenes, surrounded by masterpieces of art, by classic and historic monuments, by men of congenial minds and tastes, engaged like him in the constant study of the sublime and beautiful. I was to return home to the dry study of the law, for which I had no relish, and, as I feared, little talent. Suddenly the thought presented itself " "Why might I not remain here, and turn painter.
Стр. 37 - I thought of nothing but the gorgeous concert of colors, or rather of the indefinite forms (I cannot call them sensations) of pleasure with which they filled the imagination. It was the poetry of color which I felt; procreative in its nature, giving birth to a thousand things which the eye cannot see, and distinct from their cause.
Стр. 38 - Italy, the enchanted ground of literature, history, and art, — strown with richest memorials of the Past, — filled with scenes memorable in the Progress of Man, — teaching by the pages of philosophers and historians, — vocal with the melody of poets, — ringing with the music which St. Cecilia protects, — glowing with the living marble and canvas, — beneath a sky of heavenly purity and brightness, — with the sunsets which Claude has painted, — parted by the Apennines, early witnesses...
Стр. 42 - ... they had partaken, in spite of themselves, a portion of the charm which swayed them. This power of infusing one's own life, as it were, into that which is feigned, appears to me the sole prerogative of genius. In a work of art, this is what a man may well call his own, for it cannot be borrowed or imitated.
Стр. 30 - His novelties then are the rifacimenti of his former life. The gentler emotions are then as early friends who revisit him in dreams, and who, recalling the past, give a grace and beauty, nay a rapture even to what in the heyday of youth had seemed to him spiritless and flat. And how beautiful is this law of nature — perfuming as it were our very graves with the unheeded flowers of childhood. One of my favorite haunts when a child in Carolina, was a forest spring, where I used to catch...
Стр. 40 - I saw the sun rise on lake Maggiore — such a sunrise ! the giant Alps seemed, literally, to rise from their purple beds, and putting on their crowns of gold to send up a Hallelujah almost audible...
Стр. 29 - Tis in this way that poets and painters keep their minds young. How else could the old man make the page or the canvass palpipate with the hopes and fears and joys, the impetuous, impassioned emotions of youthful lovers or reckless heroes ? There is a period of life when the ocean of time seems to force upon the mind a barrier against itself, forming as it were a permanent beach, on which the advancing years successively break, only to be carried back by a returning current to that furthest deep...
Стр. 119 - I may be allowed to say so) they are without confusion. Don't you think it a fine subject ? I know not any that so happily unites the magnificent and the awful. A mighty sovereign, surrounded by his whole court, intoxicated with his own state, in the midst of his revelry palsied in a moment, under the spell of a preternatural hand suddenly tracing his doom on the wall before him...