The Works of Eminent Masters in Painting, Sculpture, Architecture and Decorative Art, Объемы 1-2;Том 130John Cassell |
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... head to foot , and is grave from foot to head . The tooth- drawer adds a cock's feather to the peaked hat of the doctor , and gives a little more depth to the wrinkles of his forehead . The jolly peasant is distinguished from the lively ...
... head to foot , and is grave from foot to head . The tooth- drawer adds a cock's feather to the peaked hat of the doctor , and gives a little more depth to the wrinkles of his forehead . The jolly peasant is distinguished from the lively ...
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... head at his side ; an impressive allusion to the vanity and emptiness of life . A thick curtain at the top of the picture is suspended above these various personages , and seems to threaten , by its fall , to end this whole scene of ...
... head at his side ; an impressive allusion to the vanity and emptiness of life . A thick curtain at the top of the picture is suspended above these various personages , and seems to threaten , by its fall , to end this whole scene of ...
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... heads . He was the son of a man who wrote school - books , and acted as a general hack to the London booksellers ; and ... head , that he put on an awfully rueful countenance , which Hogarth sketched on his thumb- nail on the spot . The ...
... heads . He was the son of a man who wrote school - books , and acted as a general hack to the London booksellers ; and ... head , that he put on an awfully rueful countenance , which Hogarth sketched on his thumb- nail on the spot . The ...
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... heads , those of the manes of their coursers , the rivets in their cuirasses , the blades of grass which they tread under ... head thoughtfully resting upon one hand , her long hair falling in dishevelled tresses upon her shoulders . Her ...
... heads , those of the manes of their coursers , the rivets in their cuirasses , the blades of grass which they tread under ... head thoughtfully resting upon one hand , her long hair falling in dishevelled tresses upon her shoulders . Her ...
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... head in good relief . In one moment the painter has sketched his chance model , if not on paper , at least in his mind's eye , and on re- turning to his studio he paints that little gem of observation , so broad in its simplicity of ...
... head in good relief . In one moment the painter has sketched his chance model , if not on paper , at least in his mind's eye , and on re- turning to his studio he paints that little gem of observation , so broad in its simplicity of ...
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Стр. 81 - Horribly beautiful ! but on the verge, From side to side, beneath the glittering morn, An Iris sits, amidst the infernal surge, Like Hope upon a death.bed, and, unworn Its steady dyes, while all around is torn By the distracted waters, bears serene Its brilliant hues with all their beams unshorn : Resembling, 'mid the torture of the scene, Love watching Madness with unalterable mien.
Стр. 77 - The various terrors of that horrid shore ; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day ; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling; Those poisonous fields with rank luxuriance crown'd, Where the dark scorpion gathers death around ; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake...
Стр. 164 - 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...
Стр. 256 - Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Стр. 273 - Linger awhile upon some bending planks That lean against a streamlet's rushy banks, And watch intently Nature's gentle doings : They will be found softer than ring-dove's cooings.
Стр. 62 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls...
Стр. 81 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss ; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set...
Стр. 81 - Lo ! where it comes like an eternity, As if to sweep down all things in its track, Charming the eye with dread — a matchless cataract...
Стр. 62 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead ! and darkness how profound ! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.
Стр. 90 - who takes for his model such forms as nature produces, and confines himself to an exact imitation of them, will never attain to what is perfectly beautiful. For the works of nature are full of disproportion, and fall very short of the true standard of beauty. So that Phidias, when he formed his Jupiter, did not copy any object ever presented to his sight; but contemplated only that image which he had conceived in his mind from Homer's description.