Landscape Painting and Modern Dutch ArtistsBaker & Taylor Company, 1906 - 229 páginas |
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... rest . And how he wonders and adores , As to his soul her own replies , And yields the mystery of her shores , Her trackless floods , her boundless skies ! CHAPTER I A BRIEF HISTORY " THERE is a passage xvi ART FOR ART'S SAKE.
... rest . And how he wonders and adores , As to his soul her own replies , And yields the mystery of her shores , Her trackless floods , her boundless skies ! CHAPTER I A BRIEF HISTORY " THERE is a passage xvi ART FOR ART'S SAKE.
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... mysterious natures that flit across life's stage , coming no one knows whence , and disappear- ing in the gloom of ... mysteries , and being in every way so out of the ordinary , it is little wonder that worldly success and the ways of ...
... mysterious natures that flit across life's stage , coming no one knows whence , and disappear- ing in the gloom of ... mysteries , and being in every way so out of the ordinary , it is little wonder that worldly success and the ways of ...
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... mysterious poetry of the fleeting moment that lies on landscapes , houses , and men . The modern Dutch painters , when the revival began about the middle of the last century , had merely to cultivate the soil of their native land ...
... mysterious poetry of the fleeting moment that lies on landscapes , houses , and men . The modern Dutch painters , when the revival began about the middle of the last century , had merely to cultivate the soil of their native land ...
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... mystery and imagination . Then Ruskin real- izes the true power of art and the great achieve- ments of its supreme masters , and sees that his theories only apply to minor matters , and he gives expression to his thoughts in such fine ...
... mystery and imagination . Then Ruskin real- izes the true power of art and the great achieve- ments of its supreme masters , and sees that his theories only apply to minor matters , and he gives expression to his thoughts in such fine ...
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... mysterious and secret in her use of means , and art is always likest her when it is most inexplicable . " " As people try honestly to see all they can of anything , they come to a point where a PLATE XIII . Paysage . J. B. C. Corot . 46 ...
... mysterious and secret in her use of means , and art is always likest her when it is most inexplicable . " " As people try honestly to see all they can of anything , they come to a point where a PLATE XIII . Paysage . J. B. C. Corot . 46 ...
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admiration Anton Mauve appear atmosphere Barbizon school beautiful Bosboom canvas cattle century CHAPTER charm churches Claude clouds colour composition Constable Corot Delacroix drawing dream Dutch artists effect Emerson emotion Essay Eugène Eugène Fromentin expression figurative arts figure genius give Hamerton heart Holland human ideal ideas imagination imitation impression inspired J. F. Millet J. H. Weissenbruch J. M. W. Turner Jacob Van Ruysdael James Maris Johannes Bosboom Josef Israels knowledge land landscape art landscape painter light living look masters Matthew Maris ment mind modern Dutch moods mystery nature never Nicolas Poussin painting perfect PLATE poetical poetry poets produced realistic Rembrandt render Rubens Ruskin Ruysdael scene seems seen shows skies skill spirit sympathy technical things thou tion Titian trees true truth ture Turner W. E. Henley Whistler William Maris wonder
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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!