Letters from an Artist, Sojourning on the Continentprivate circulation, 1841 - 142 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة iii
... kind patronage with which you fostered the rising genius of a young and modest artist ; and the general benevolence of your character ; entitle you to receive , at my hands , the humble testimony of respect conveyed by this dedication ...
... kind patronage with which you fostered the rising genius of a young and modest artist ; and the general benevolence of your character ; entitle you to receive , at my hands , the humble testimony of respect conveyed by this dedication ...
الصفحة vii
... kind of employment , the op- portunity , denied me here , of earning an honest liveli- hood , by the exercise of such talents as I may possess . Wherever my lot may be cast , -to whatever distance I may have to travel , I shall always ...
... kind of employment , the op- portunity , denied me here , of earning an honest liveli- hood , by the exercise of such talents as I may possess . Wherever my lot may be cast , -to whatever distance I may have to travel , I shall always ...
الصفحة 8
... kind of disorder , and want of care in keeping them in proper trim , seemed to pervade most of them . Alpine scenery continued the greater part of the way to the post - house at Pont - de - pany , -a bridge thrown over the river Ouche ...
... kind of disorder , and want of care in keeping them in proper trim , seemed to pervade most of them . Alpine scenery continued the greater part of the way to the post - house at Pont - de - pany , -a bridge thrown over the river Ouche ...
الصفحة 12
... kind , and brought to my mind those fine lines of Thomson's , - But who can paint Like nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill , And lose them in each other ...
... kind , and brought to my mind those fine lines of Thomson's , - But who can paint Like nature ? Can imagination boast , Amid its gay creation , hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill , And lose them in each other ...
الصفحة 33
... kind of sandal , instead of shoes . From the Barrier , the road descends , through a wild country , to the village of Simplon . At the post - house there , we found a well - aired room ; and the keen air of the mountain gave a relish to ...
... kind of sandal , instead of shoes . From the Barrier , the road descends , through a wild country , to the village of Simplon . At the post - house there , we found a well - aired room ; and the keen air of the mountain gave a relish to ...
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الصفحة 21 - Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams ! And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad ! Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged Rocks, For ever shattered and the same for ever...
الصفحة 141 - And behold, a woman in the city which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, and stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.
الصفحة 103 - Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven, Floats o'er this vast and wondrous monument, And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
الصفحة 102 - Arches on arches ! as it were that Rome, Collecting the chief trophies of her line, Would build up all her triumphs in one dome, Her Coliseum stands...
الصفحة 101 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye. ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within...
الصفحة 70 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald...
الصفحة 12 - But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Or can it mix them with that matchless skill, And lose them in each other, as appears In every bud that blows...
الصفحة 101 - Where the car climb'd the capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site: — Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "here was, or is,
الصفحة 101 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
الصفحة 13 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.