A dream of Rubens, by Austin Clare |
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answers Paul Antwerp asks Baas Spranger Baas Vanderneer blue boys breath brother brush Burgomaster canal carillions cathedral Cloth boards colour comes cornice Councillor Van Spink Cousin Spranger Crown 8vo d'ye door dost dream of Rubens exclaims eyes face father feel fellow Flemish flowers FRANK COOPER genius hand head heart Hendrik Bandicard honour house-painter Illustrations on toned Jan Bos Jobst Vanderneer journeyman lads look morning never Nicolas night NORTHUMBERLAND AVENUE old artist old painter paint pale Pappeldyk Paul Brandt Paul's Peter and Paul Peter Paul Rubens picture poor poplars Rabbi Ben Ezra road Rösbrugge round Rubie Rubie's says Paul says Peter seems sigh sketch standing street Sultan's daughter thee there's thou Three full-page Illustrations to-morrow toned paper Town Councillor turns Vanderneer's voice Vrow Spranger waggoner walk walls weary
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Стр. 111 - Emigravit is the inscription on the tomb-stone where he lies ; Dead he is not, — but departed, — for the artist never dies. Fairer seems the ancient city, and the sunshine seems more fair, That he once has trod its pavement, that he once has breathed its air...
Стр. 26 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Стр. 143 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Стр. 66 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Стр. 55 - Such starved ignoble nature; nothing throve: For flowers — as well expect a cedar grove! But cockle, spurge, according to their law Might propagate their kind, with none to awe, You'd think; a burr had been a treasure trove.