Landscape Painting and Modern Dutch ArtistsBaker & Taylor Company, 1906 - 229 páginas |
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... mind when he looks on the landscape , or on the people and the scene he is painting , or when he recalls it in his memory . This vision in pictures painted by great men changes as it passes through their imagination , and is affected by ...
... mind when he looks on the landscape , or on the people and the scene he is painting , or when he recalls it in his memory . This vision in pictures painted by great men changes as it passes through their imagination , and is affected by ...
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... mind . " I dream my picture , later on I will paint my dream , " said Corot . The same scene might be painted by Ruys- dael and Hobbema , by Constable and Turner , by Daubigny and Rousseau , and each pic- ture would take on the spirit ...
... mind . " I dream my picture , later on I will paint my dream , " said Corot . The same scene might be painted by Ruys- dael and Hobbema , by Constable and Turner , by Daubigny and Rousseau , and each pic- ture would take on the spirit ...
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... mind of the artist . Then it becomes indeed the faithful and capable servant that carries out the will of its master and interprets on the glowing canvas his thought and the personal vision he sees . All pictures that stop short of this ...
... mind of the artist . Then it becomes indeed the faithful and capable servant that carries out the will of its master and interprets on the glowing canvas his thought and the personal vision he sees . All pictures that stop short of this ...
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... mind of each particular human being who fancies that he sees something , and knows that he feels something , when he stands in the presence of nature . His feelings are a reality , but with regard to that which causes them , it is hard ...
... mind of each particular human being who fancies that he sees something , and knows that he feels something , when he stands in the presence of nature . His feelings are a reality , but with regard to that which causes them , it is hard ...
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... mind ' ; these were the beauties , but the beautiful , the ideal Helen was his own . " Thus we see at the very beginning of modern landscape art , the sub- jective view of nature is strongly held by artists and 16 LANDSCAPE PAINTING.
... mind ' ; these were the beauties , but the beautiful , the ideal Helen was his own . " Thus we see at the very beginning of modern landscape art , the sub- jective view of nature is strongly held by artists and 16 LANDSCAPE PAINTING.
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Página 89 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth : but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity; Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused. Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns. And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Página 87 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life whose fountains are within.
Página 82 - Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires ; Hesperus that led The starry host rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Página 104 - The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits: — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Página 106 - But man dieth, and wasteth away : Yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he ? As the waters fail from the sea, And the flood decayeth and drieth up : So man lieth down, and riseth not. Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be raised out of their sleep.
Página 87 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live; Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth...
Página 180 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God...
Página 82 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 106 - For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.
Página 91 - Must we but blush?— Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae! What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!