Lectures on Art, and PoemsBaker and Scribner, 1850 - 396 páginas |
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Página 84
... leaves , that seem to kiss the passing air , and blush the while at their own fondness ! Surely they are happy , and grateful too that they are so ; for hark ! how the little birds send up their song of praise ! and see how the waving ...
... leaves , that seem to kiss the passing air , and blush the while at their own fondness ! Surely they are happy , and grateful too that they are so ; for hark ! how the little birds send up their song of praise ! and see how the waving ...
Página 89
... leaves its impress on the sev- eral objects . Observe how he spreads his principal light , from the suspended carcass to the surround- ing objects , moulding it , so to speak , into agreeable shapes , here by extending it to a bit of ...
... leaves its impress on the sev- eral objects . Observe how he spreads his principal light , from the suspended carcass to the surround- ing objects , moulding it , so to speak , into agreeable shapes , here by extending it to a bit of ...
Página 115
... leaves these creatures of the brain without a shape , for he will sometimes , by a sin- gle touch of the moral , enable us to supply one . Of this we have a striking instance in one of his most un- substantial creations , the " delicate ...
... leaves these creatures of the brain without a shape , for he will sometimes , by a sin- gle touch of the moral , enable us to supply one . Of this we have a striking instance in one of his most un- substantial creations , the " delicate ...
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... leaves no trace of its indistinct action . So far , it is true , he may retrace the process ; but of the informing life that quickened his fiction , thus presenting the presiding Spirit of that ominous Time , he knows nothing but that ...
... leaves no trace of its indistinct action . So far , it is true , he may retrace the process ; but of the informing life that quickened his fiction , thus presenting the presiding Spirit of that ominous Time , he knows nothing but that ...
Página 145
... leaves it no choice , but , se- ducing it onward , still keeps it in motion , till the giddy sense seems to call on the Imagination to join in the revel ; and every poetic temperament answers to the call , bringing visions of its own ...
... leaves it no choice , but , se- ducing it onward , still keeps it in motion , till the giddy sense seems to call on the Imagination to join in the revel ; and every poetic temperament answers to the call , bringing visions of its own ...
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ab extra Allston angel Artist beautiful Bird birth breath bright CALYCANTHUS character charm clouds color conscious dark degree distinct dream E'en earth effect emotion ence essen essential faculties fair fame fearful feel felt FRENCH REVOLUTION genius gentle gift give ground Harmony hear heart human Idea imagination impression individual instance intellect kind LAST JUDGMENT least light living look MAD LOVER mannerist Michael Angelo mighty mind moral mysterious nature ne'er never night o'er object ogous original outward painter passing perhaps physical picture pleasure poet poetic praise present principle pure Raffaelle relation REMBRANDT S. T. COLERIDGE seems sense shadow smile SONNET soul sound speak spirit stood sublime suppose sweet Sylph sympathy thee thing thou thought Thrush tion Titian toad toil TROUBADOUR true truth ween whole words wrought youth
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Página 115 - And mine shall Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Página 291 - O'er untravell'd seas to roam, Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame Which no tyranny can tame By its chains...
Página 170 - It is a hard matter for a man to lie all over Nature having provided king's evidence in almost every member. The hand will sometimes act as a vane, to show which way the wind blows, when every feature is set the other way ; the knees smite together and sound the alarm of fear under a fierce countenance ; the legs shake with anger, when all above is calm.* 18.
Página 204 - Or heard from branch of flowering thorn The song of friendly cuckoo warn The tardy-moving swain ; Hast bid the purple swallow hail ; And seen him now through ether sail, Now sweeping downward o'er the vale, And skimming now the plain ; " Then, catching with a sudden glance The bright and silver-clear expanse Of some broad river's stream, Beheld the boats adown it glide, • And motion wind again the tide, Where, chain'd in ice by winter's pride, Late roll'd the heavy team...
Página 260 - Now reaching his palette, with masterly care Each tint on its surface he spread; The blue of her eyes, and the brown of her hair, And the pearl and the white of her forehead so fair, And her lips' and her cheeks
Página 173 - Fame does not depend on the will of any man, but Reputation may be given or taken away. Fame is the sympathy of kindred intellects, and sympathy is not a subject of willing, while Reputation, having its source in the popular voice, is a sentence which may either be uttered or suppressed at pleasure. Reputation, being essentially contemporaneous, is always at the mercy of the envious and the ignorant; but Fame, whose very birth...
Página 258 - Black and white, red and yellow, and blue. On the skull of a Titan, that Heaven defied, Sat the fiend, like the grim giant Gog, While aloft to his mouth a huge pipe he applied, Twice as big as the Eddystone lighthouse, descried As it looms through an easterly fog.
Página 273 - How vast, how dread, o'erwhelming, is the thought Of space interminable! to the soul A circling weight that crushes into naught Her mighty faculties! a wondrous whole, Without or parts, beginning, or an end! How fearful, then, on desperate wings to send The fancy e'en amid the waste profound!
Página 262 - I am lost," said the fiend, and he shook like a leaf; When, casting his eyes to the ground, He saw the lost pupils of Ellen with grief In the jaws of a mouse, and the sly little thief Whisk away from his sight with a bound. "I am lost...
Página 255 - Like a sailor she seem'd on a desolate shore, With nor house, nor a tree, nor a sound but the roar Of breakers high dashing around. From object to object still, still would she veer, Though nothing, alas, could she find; Like the moon, without atmosphere, brilliant and clear, Yet doom'd, like the moon, with no being to cheer The bright barren waste of her mind.