Landscape Painting and Modern Dutch ArtistsBaker & Taylor Company, 1906 - 229 páginas |
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... fact these were considered hostile to each other . Why waste precious time over matters of a day's interest or wonder , when the whole of the eternal future depends on man's actions dur- ing his brief A BRIEF HISTORY 5.
... fact these were considered hostile to each other . Why waste precious time over matters of a day's interest or wonder , when the whole of the eternal future depends on man's actions dur- ing his brief A BRIEF HISTORY 5.
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... wonder that worldly success and the ways of the world were not for them . Ruysdael is the first to hear the plaintive minor chord in the har- mony that rises from the earth and to feel the restless , never satisfied spirit which has ...
... wonder that worldly success and the ways of the world were not for them . Ruysdael is the first to hear the plaintive minor chord in the har- mony that rises from the earth and to feel the restless , never satisfied spirit which has ...
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... wonder of the world were produced by Pheidias and the other artists of the bril- liant age of Pericles . Such a period is seen in Italy after the dark ages , when the revival of learning spread through the land and the long line REVIVAL ...
... wonder of the world were produced by Pheidias and the other artists of the bril- liant age of Pericles . Such a period is seen in Italy after the dark ages , when the revival of learning spread through the land and the long line REVIVAL ...
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... wonder that had that consti- inspired him as he looked at this guardian tutes the life giant dominating one of the most beautiful of the lakes of Scotland . Hamerton felt that it was not only grander than his view , but its immor- that ...
... wonder that had that consti- inspired him as he looked at this guardian tutes the life giant dominating one of the most beautiful of the lakes of Scotland . Hamerton felt that it was not only grander than his view , but its immor- that ...
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... wonder that he put something of this feeling into his pic- tures , and that we find it there , and see how subjective his painting is . In these landscapes he is at his greatest and unrivalled . This poetic , reflective , and ...
... wonder that he put something of this feeling into his pic- tures , and that we find it there , and see how subjective his painting is . In these landscapes he is at his greatest and unrivalled . This poetic , reflective , and ...
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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!