Letters from an Artist, Sojourning on the Continentprivate circulation, 1841 - 142 sider |
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... situation is pleasant , and also ad- vantageous for commerce , as the river there admits vessels of one hundred tons ' burden . It is a fortified town ; but I should not say that it is remarkable for strength . It was , formerly , a ...
... situation is pleasant , and also ad- vantageous for commerce , as the river there admits vessels of one hundred tons ' burden . It is a fortified town ; but I should not say that it is remarkable for strength . It was , formerly , a ...
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... situation , when they , With wandering steps and slow , Through Eden took their solitary way . The artist has only been one year at Rome ; and there is no doubt but , if he persevere in his studies , he will attain eminence in the art ...
... situation , when they , With wandering steps and slow , Through Eden took their solitary way . The artist has only been one year at Rome ; and there is no doubt but , if he persevere in his studies , he will attain eminence in the art ...
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... situation for seeing the country ; and , being like a covered gig , it protects the passengers from the weather . We found , occupying the third place , a gentleman who had resided for five years in Manchester . He made himself very ...
... situation for seeing the country ; and , being like a covered gig , it protects the passengers from the weather . We found , occupying the third place , a gentleman who had resided for five years in Manchester . He made himself very ...
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... situation to the Lake of Geneva was soon accomplished . Passing , in our way , many beautiful cottages and luxuriant woods of beech and fir , we arrived at the inn where we had to show our passports ; and , while the horses were changed ...
... situation to the Lake of Geneva was soon accomplished . Passing , in our way , many beautiful cottages and luxuriant woods of beech and fir , we arrived at the inn where we had to show our passports ; and , while the horses were changed ...
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... situations there are small hamlets ; and in the glens are brawling brooks and picturesque water- falls . The glaciers are of a brilliant white ; and from their surfaces rise pinnacle - shaped pieces of ice , which , when illuminated by ...
... situations there are small hamlets ; and in the glens are brawling brooks and picturesque water- falls . The glaciers are of a brilliant white ; and from their surfaces rise pinnacle - shaped pieces of ice , which , when illuminated by ...
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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.