Landscape Painting and Modern Dutch ArtistsBaker & Taylor Company, 1906 - 229 páginas |
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... subject and the interest it has for anyone who seriously takes it up , to enlarge the scope of the pam- phlet and to issue it in book form . The question " What is a picture ? " one would at first think an easy one to answer , but the ...
... subject and the interest it has for anyone who seriously takes it up , to enlarge the scope of the pam- phlet and to issue it in book form . The question " What is a picture ? " one would at first think an easy one to answer , but the ...
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... subject . Some people perceive the quality of fine colour more quickly than others , having a natural gift for it . But all who desire to learn can acquire this knowl- edge by practice , and then they soon begin to see that there is ...
... subject . Some people perceive the quality of fine colour more quickly than others , having a natural gift for it . But all who desire to learn can acquire this knowl- edge by practice , and then they soon begin to see that there is ...
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... subject . But it must not be for- gotten that while there is great technical skill in all fine pictures , this should not be con- sidered as the end , but only the means , and it must be informed and inspired by the mind of the artist ...
... subject . But it must not be for- gotten that while there is great technical skill in all fine pictures , this should not be con- sidered as the end , but only the means , and it must be informed and inspired by the mind of the artist ...
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... subject of landscape is a world of illusions ; the only thing about Chap . II . P. G. Ham- it that is certainly not an illusion being the " Land- scape . " erton . effect on the mind of each particular human being who fancies that he ...
... subject of landscape is a world of illusions ; the only thing about Chap . II . P. G. Ham- it that is certainly not an illusion being the " Land- scape . " erton . effect on the mind of each particular human being who fancies that he ...
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... subject from it , and became free to express the beauti- see " Re- naissance in ful wherever it was found . In this sphere it Italy . " Vol . III . Chap . I. J. A. Sy- monds . continued to excel , but never again , from the days of the ...
... subject from it , and became free to express the beauti- see " Re- naissance in ful wherever it was found . In this sphere it Italy . " Vol . III . Chap . I. J. A. Sy- monds . continued to excel , but never again , from the days of the ...
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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!