The Witness of Art; Or, The Legend of BeautyHodder and Stoughton, 1876 - 214 من الصفحات |
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... story that I have to tell ; the story of one who , although the son of a king , and dwelling in a palace of more than regal splendour , yet lies there prone and debased , the only graceless thing amidst all manifestations of loveliness ...
... story that I have to tell ; the story of one who , although the son of a king , and dwelling in a palace of more than regal splendour , yet lies there prone and debased , the only graceless thing amidst all manifestations of loveliness ...
الصفحة 23
... story may be told in few words . Augustus , for whom Virgil wrote , and Vespasian , for whom the sculptors wrought , have passed away with the mighty empire of Rome . Ten times the Christians have been persecuted with cruel torments ...
... story may be told in few words . Augustus , for whom Virgil wrote , and Vespasian , for whom the sculptors wrought , have passed away with the mighty empire of Rome . Ten times the Christians have been persecuted with cruel torments ...
الصفحة 30
... Electra about Orestes wonderingly ; and she with sad gesture entreats their silence , lest he die if they awake him from his momentary sleep . Then the terrible story falls from her lips . Orestes , 30 THE LEGEND OF BEAUTY .
... Electra about Orestes wonderingly ; and she with sad gesture entreats their silence , lest he die if they awake him from his momentary sleep . Then the terrible story falls from her lips . Orestes , 30 THE LEGEND OF BEAUTY .
الصفحة 31
Sir Wyke Bayliss. the terrible story falls from her lips . Orestes , to avenge the murder of his father , has slain his mother ; and for this he is struck with madness , wasting away with a grievous malady , pursued by the Furies , his ...
Sir Wyke Bayliss. the terrible story falls from her lips . Orestes , to avenge the murder of his father , has slain his mother ; and for this he is struck with madness , wasting away with a grievous malady , pursued by the Furies , his ...
الصفحة 61
... story of Adonis , as Arnold tells it , is full of pathos and beauty , and doubtless to the intellectual athlete such an interpretation may have been possible ; but the intellectual can no more do the work of THE ANTIQUE . 61.
... story of Adonis , as Arnold tells it , is full of pathos and beauty , and doubtless to the intellectual athlete such an interpretation may have been possible ; but the intellectual can no more do the work of THE ANTIQUE . 61.
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Æschylus amongst angels Apollo arms Artist Baldur Beast bells of Lynn blind Castor and Pollux Christ Christian Church Cimabue Classic Art Claude cornfields Correggio creation crimson Dante darkness dear differ disciples divine evil expression eyes face faith forest garments Giotto glory gods grace Greek Art hand hear heart heaven human form ideal beauty infinite Ingoldsby Legends King King's Messenger kiss Landscape Art Laocöon legend light living look Master Mediæval Art Mediævalist mighty Milton Modern Art Nature never Odin paint painter Paradise pass passion Paul Potter Phidias picture pigtail poet Poetry and Art Raphael realisation religion reverence rivers saints Sally Brown school of Art sculptors seen sing soul splendour stand statues story suffering Supernatural in Art sweet tell tender theme things Thomas Hood thou thought Tintoretto Titian touch trees true truth vision voice words WYKE BAYLISS
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الصفحة 120 - Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
الصفحة 113 - Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway, near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn...
الصفحة 75 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, 'and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
الصفحة 129 - DAYBREAK A WIND came up out of the sea, And said, " O mists, make room for me." It hailed the ships, and cried, " Sail on, Ye mariners, the night is gone.
الصفحة 165 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand, the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms: Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide: They hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
الصفحة 168 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
الصفحة 124 - It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace ; It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp, And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece.
الصفحة 194 - I'd follow him ; But Oh ! — I'm not a fish-woman, And so I cannot swim. " Alas ! I was not born beneath The Virgin and the Scales, So I must curse my cruel stars, And walk about in Wales.
الصفحة 114 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
الصفحة 154 - So spake he; and was buckling Tighter black Auster's band, When he was aware of a princely pair That rode at his right hand. So like they were, no mortal Might one from other know: White as snow their armour was: Their steeds were white as snow. Never on earthly anvil Did such rare armour gleam; And never did such gallant steeds Drink of an earthly stream.