Letters from an Artist, Sojourning on the Continentprivate circulation, 1841 - Всего страниц: 142 |
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... minds , whose im- mortal productions grace that metropolis of all that is splendid in painting , beautiful in sculpture , and mag * nificent in architecture . After the letters had appeared in the columns of the DEDICATION .
... minds , whose im- mortal productions grace that metropolis of all that is splendid in painting , beautiful in sculpture , and mag * nificent in architecture . After the letters had appeared in the columns of the DEDICATION .
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... mind with ideas of loneliness and desolation . Such were our enjoyments until night closed these scenes from our view ; and then we arrived at the vil- lage where dinner was waiting for us , although it might well be called supper ...
... mind with ideas of loneliness and desolation . Such were our enjoyments until night closed these scenes from our view ; and then we arrived at the vil- lage where dinner was waiting for us , although it might well be called supper ...
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... minds of some persons , an unpleasant sensation of danger ; but , if the tourist can divest himself of fear , — and there is no real danger from the rocks over - hanging the road , ―he may turn his attention to the many inter- esting ...
... minds of some persons , an unpleasant sensation of danger ; but , if the tourist can divest himself of fear , — and there is no real danger from the rocks over - hanging the road , ―he may turn his attention to the many inter- esting ...
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... mind , and the feelings that arose in my breast , on witnessing this magnificent scene . The Jura hills , that we had so recently ascended , were very fine ; but the first burst of the Alps was magnificent beyond de- scription . The ...
... mind , and the feelings that arose in my breast , on witnessing this magnificent scene . The Jura hills , that we had so recently ascended , were very fine ; but the first burst of the Alps was magnificent beyond de- scription . The ...
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... heav'ns , To us invisible , or dimly seen In these thy lowliest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness , beyond thought , and power divine . C To stand before such scenes impresses upon the mind a LETTERS FROM AN ARTIST . 13.
... heav'ns , To us invisible , or dimly seen In these thy lowliest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness , beyond thought , and power divine . C To stand before such scenes impresses upon the mind a LETTERS FROM AN ARTIST . 13.
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admirable afterwards amongst ancient antique Apollo appearance arch architecture artist ascended bas-reliefs beautiful Belvidere Bishop bridge building bust Cardinal Cathedral celebrated Chamouni chapel clouds COLONNA PALACE colour columns contains Dear Sir distance Domenico Fontana Doria dressed effect erected executed Exhibition feet figures finest frescoes gallery Geneva Genoa Genoese Giulio Romano give grandeur ground Guido Halifax Express hand head high altar hills Italy J. H. LETTER Jura mountains lake Lake of Geneva Laocoon Les Rousses light magnificent marble Michael Angelo Mont Blanc mountains painter painting palace Palazzo passed Paul Veronese Perugia Peter's picture Pietro Perugino Pontiff Pope portrait priests Raffaelle rich road rocks Rome ruins Salvator Rosa Saviour scene scenery School of Athens sculpture seen side Simplon splendid statue sublime summit surrounded temple Terni throne Titian tomb torrent tower town traveller trees valley Vandyke Vatican visited walked walls
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Стр. 21 - Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams ! And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad ! Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged Rocks, For ever shattered and the same for ever...
Стр. 141 - And behold, a woman in the city which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, and stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.
Стр. 103 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Стр. 102 - Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, Her Coliseum stands...
Стр. 101 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye. ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within...
Стр. 70 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald...
Стр. 12 - But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, And lose them in each other, as appears In every bud that blows...
Стр. 101 - Where the car climb'd the capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: — Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "here was, or is,
Стр. 101 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Стр. 13 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.