Lectures on Art, and PoemsBaker and Scribner, 1850 - 396 páginas |
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... were no truth beyond the reach of the senses , that little would remain to us of what we now consider our highest and most refined pleasure . But it must not be inferred that originality consists in 82 LECTURES ON ART .
... were no truth beyond the reach of the senses , that little would remain to us of what we now consider our highest and most refined pleasure . But it must not be inferred that originality consists in 82 LECTURES ON ART .
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... reach , nor the plumb of the understanding sound . Let us turn now to the Apollo called Belvedere . In this supernal being , the human form seems to have been assumed as if to make visible the harmonious conflu- ence of the pure ideas ...
... reach , nor the plumb of the understanding sound . Let us turn now to the Apollo called Belvedere . In this supernal being , the human form seems to have been assumed as if to make visible the harmonious conflu- ence of the pure ideas ...
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... reach it ; even our own spirit . By this it is that we can enter into another's soul , sound its very depths , and bring up his dark thoughts , nay , place them before him till he starts at himself ; and more , it is by this we know ...
... reach it ; even our own spirit . By this it is that we can enter into another's soul , sound its very depths , and bring up his dark thoughts , nay , place them before him till he starts at himself ; and more , it is by this we know ...
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... and forests that would have obstructed our progress , and opened to us lands which the efforts of no individual , however per- severing , would enable him to reach . APHORISMS . SENTENCES WRITTEN BY MR . ALLSTON ON THE 164 LECTURES ON ART .
... and forests that would have obstructed our progress , and opened to us lands which the efforts of no individual , however per- severing , would enable him to reach . APHORISMS . SENTENCES WRITTEN BY MR . ALLSTON ON THE 164 LECTURES ON ART .
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... reach ; no , tears cannot restore what is lost . [ Written in a book of sketches , with a pencil . ] A REAL debt of gratitude that is , founded on a dis- interested act of kindness cannot be cancelled by any subsequent unkindness on the ...
... reach ; no , tears cannot restore what is lost . [ Written in a book of sketches , with a pencil . ] A REAL debt of gratitude that is , founded on a dis- interested act of kindness cannot be cancelled by any subsequent unkindness on the ...
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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.