Letters from an Artist, Sojourning on the Continentprivate circulation, 1841 - 142 sider |
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Side 26
... clear day , from the top of the Col de Balme ; and our disappointment was very great . After waiting for two hours , in the hope of seeing the clouds clear off , we went down the other side of the hill . The road was the steepest that I ...
... clear day , from the top of the Col de Balme ; and our disappointment was very great . After waiting for two hours , in the hope of seeing the clouds clear off , we went down the other side of the hill . The road was the steepest that I ...
Side 28
... clearly seen ; but the road from Paris , by Gez and Ferney , was distinctly visible , winding into the valley of Ge- neva . We thought the scenery from this point , supe- rior to that from the tower called the Signal , at Lau- sanne ...
... clearly seen ; but the road from Paris , by Gez and Ferney , was distinctly visible , winding into the valley of Ge- neva . We thought the scenery from this point , supe- rior to that from the tower called the Signal , at Lau- sanne ...
Side 30
... clear atmosphere , contributed greatly to our enjoyment , as we were thereby enabled to see the loftiest peak of Mont Blanc ; and this is a rare privilege to travellers ; the summit being gene- rally enveloped in clouds . The placid ...
... clear atmosphere , contributed greatly to our enjoyment , as we were thereby enabled to see the loftiest peak of Mont Blanc ; and this is a rare privilege to travellers ; the summit being gene- rally enveloped in clouds . The placid ...
Side 42
... clear . The long lines in the architecture of the buildings are very exact , and are finished with neatness . The pencilling throughout has been done with care , and the effect altogether is very good . No. 251 is the portrait of a ...
... clear . The long lines in the architecture of the buildings are very exact , and are finished with neatness . The pencilling throughout has been done with care , and the effect altogether is very good . No. 251 is the portrait of a ...
Side 67
... clear ; Surely that stream was unprofaned by slaughters , — A mirror and a bath for Beauty's youngest daughters ! And on thy upper shore a temple still , Of small and delicate proportion , keeps , Upon a mild declivity of hill , Its ...
... clear ; Surely that stream was unprofaned by slaughters , — A mirror and a bath for Beauty's youngest daughters ! And on thy upper shore a temple still , Of small and delicate proportion , keeps , Upon a mild declivity of hill , Its ...
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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.