Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great, Band 6World Publishing Company, 1928 |
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Abbess Abbey artist Barbizon Barbizon School beautiful Benvenuto Bertel born Botticelli called Camille Cellini Cesare Borgia child Church Claude Corot Correggio dark death draw easel Eighteen Hundred eyes face father Florence flowers Gainsborough gave genius Gentile Bellini gentle Gian Bellini Giorgione give gondola hair hand heart honor horse King knew Leonardo Leonardo da Vinci lived look Madonna married master Michelangelo mother never night Olivarez once Pacheco Pagan painted painter palace Parma passed Perugino Philip Pope portrait pose Preraphaelite pupils putti Raphael Rembrandt Rome Rubens Ruskin Saint Sandro Sandro Botticelli sculptor sent sketches smile soul spirit stand stood strong studio sure Thicknesse things Thomas Gainsborough Thorwaldsen thought Titian told took turned Vasari Velasquez Veronica Veronica Gambara wanted Whistler White Pigeon wife William Morris woman women write wrote young
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Seite 355 - And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us...
Seite 295 - While I was thus terribly afflicted, I beheld the figure of a man enter my chamber, twisted in his body into the form of a capital S. He raised a lamentable, doleful voice, like one who announces their last hour to men condemned to die upon the scaffold, and spoke these words: " O Benvenuto! your statue is spoiled, and there is no hope whatever of saving it.
Seite 354 - Nature contains the elements, in colour and form, of all pictures, as the keyboard contains the notes of all music. But the artist is born to pick, and choose, and group with science, these elements, that the result may be beautiful— as the musician gathers his notes, and forms his chords, until he brings forth from chaos glorious harmony.
Seite 292 - I raised the mold by windlasses and stout ropes to a perpendicular position, and suspending it with greatest care one cubit above the level of the furnace, so that it hung exactly above the middle of the pit, I next lowered it gently down into the very bottom of the furnace, and had it firmly placed with every possible precaution for its safety. When this delicate operation was accomplished, I began to bank it up with the earth I had excavated; and ever as the earth grew higher, I introduced its...
Seite 357 - Surely are we weary of weeping, and our tears have been cozened from us falsely, for they have called out woe! when there was no grief— and, alas! where all is fair! We have then but to wait — until, with the mark of the Gods upon him — there come among us again the chosen— who shall continue what has gone before.
Seite 355 - How little this is understood, and how dutifully the casual in Nature is accepted as sublime, may be gathered from the unlimited admiration daily produced by a very foolish sunset.
Seite 295 - No sooner had I heard the shriek of that wretch than I gave a howl which might have been heard from the sphere of flame. Jumping from my bed, I seized my clothes and began to dress. The maids, and my...
Seite 297 - Unwonted and appalling terror astonished every one, and me more even than the rest. When the din was over and the dazzling light extinguished, we began to look each other in the face. Then I discovered that the cap of the furnace had blown up, and the bronze was bubbling over from its source beneath. So I had the mouths of my mold immediately opened, and at the same time drove in the two plugs which kept back the molten metal.
Seite 357 - We have then but to wait — until, with the mark of the Gods upon him — there come among us again the chosen — who shall continue what has gone before. Satisfied that, even were he never to appear, the story of the beautiful is already complete — hewn in the marbles of the Parthenon, and broidered, with the birds, upon the fan of Hokusai, at the foot of Fusiyama.
Seite 355 - ... riverside with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and fairy-land is before us - then the wayfarer hastens home; the working man and the cultured one, the wise man and the one of pleasure, cease to understand, as they have ceased to see, and Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone...