Letters from an Artist, Sojourning on the Continentprivate circulation, 1841 - 142 sider |
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Side 18
... cross was passing . One of the clergy saw it , and was coming to the place where he stood , when some one ... crosses the river Arve , over a very long bridge , and then passes through 18 LETTERS FROM AN ARTIST .
... cross was passing . One of the clergy saw it , and was coming to the place where he stood , when some one ... crosses the river Arve , over a very long bridge , and then passes through 18 LETTERS FROM AN ARTIST .
Side 19
... crosses a torrent called Nant Sauvage , and passes through a wild country . At times , Mont Blanc appeared very brilliant , from the powerful rays of the sun , contrasted with the grey colours of the clouds which continued to roll , in ...
... crosses a torrent called Nant Sauvage , and passes through a wild country . At times , Mont Blanc appeared very brilliant , from the powerful rays of the sun , contrasted with the grey colours of the clouds which continued to roll , in ...
Side 33
... cross fields covered with pebbles left by the flood . The hills here were of immense altitude , and ap- proached so near to each other , that the road between them was very narrow . The light , too , was so scanty , that the scene had ...
... cross fields covered with pebbles left by the flood . The hills here were of immense altitude , and ap- proached so near to each other , that the road between them was very narrow . The light , too , was so scanty , that the scene had ...
Side 35
... cross the Simplon , we ascend to the height of 1304 mètres , * as far as the Barrier , near where the Emperor * The French metre is a measure of 37 inches English . has ordered a hospital to be built , in traversing LETTERS FROM AN ...
... cross the Simplon , we ascend to the height of 1304 mètres , * as far as the Barrier , near where the Emperor * The French metre is a measure of 37 inches English . has ordered a hospital to be built , in traversing LETTERS FROM AN ...
Side 64
... crosses a canal , which was made by order of Pope Clement the Seventh , at the same time that he ordered the Val Chiana to be drained , and thereby turned a pestilential marsh into fertile land . Arezzo is a town of some cele- brity ...
... crosses a canal , which was made by order of Pope Clement the Seventh , at the same time that he ordered the Val Chiana to be drained , and thereby turned a pestilential marsh into fertile land . Arezzo is a town of some cele- brity ...
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admirable afterwards amongst ancient antique Apollo appearance arch architecture artist ascended bas-reliefs beautiful Belvidere Bishop bridge building bust Cardinal Cathedral celebrated Chamouni chapel clouds COLONNA PALACE colour columns contains Dear Sir distance Domenico Fontana Doria dressed effect erected executed Exhibition feet figures finest frescoes gallery Geneva Genoa Genoese Giulio Romano give grandeur ground Guido Halifax Express hand head high altar hills Italy J. H. LETTER Jura mountains lake Lake of Geneva Laocoon Les Rousses light magnificent marble Michael Angelo Mont Blanc mountains painter painting palace Palazzo passed Paul Veronese Perugia Peter's picture Pietro Perugino Pontiff Pope portrait priests Raffaelle rich road rocks Rome ruins Salvator Rosa Saviour scene scenery School of Athens sculpture seen side Simplon splendid statue sublime summit surrounded temple Terni throne Titian tomb torrent tower town traveller trees valley Vandyke Vatican visited walked walls
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Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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,
Side 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.
Side 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.