The Poetry of Life, Volume 1Carey, Lea, and Blanchard, 1835 - Life |
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Page 114
... than other animals , or whether , from the aërial flight of birds , the artist and the poet have learned to represent angelic beings as borne along the fields of air on feathery wings , it is certain that the capa- 114 THE POETRY OF LIFE .
... than other animals , or whether , from the aërial flight of birds , the artist and the poet have learned to represent angelic beings as borne along the fields of air on feathery wings , it is certain that the capa- 114 THE POETRY OF LIFE .
Page 214
... artist ; yet there are lines of demarca- tion beyond which even genius dare not venture , and which cannot be transgressed without the most glaring violation of good taste . It is where the associations are such as are not only vulgar ...
... artist ; yet there are lines of demarca- tion beyond which even genius dare not venture , and which cannot be transgressed without the most glaring violation of good taste . It is where the associations are such as are not only vulgar ...
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... artist ; while the rubicund and wealthy citizen , having grown sleek upon turtle soup , after retiring with his rosy ... artists of the day in making duplicates of forms , which a full - sized canvass is scarcely wide enough to contain ...
... artist ; while the rubicund and wealthy citizen , having grown sleek upon turtle soup , after retiring with his rosy ... artists of the day in making duplicates of forms , which a full - sized canvass is scarcely wide enough to contain ...
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... artist revenges himself by making the hand approximate to the same colour . It is in attempting to delineate the august person of the lady , that his skill and his taste are put to the severest test . With consternation in his ...
... artist revenges himself by making the hand approximate to the same colour . It is in attempting to delineate the august person of the lady , that his skill and his taste are put to the severest test . With consternation in his ...
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... artist is exer- cised in carrying on our thoughts to what the child will the next moment be doing . If he does not place in its hand a bunch of flowers , he throws into his picture a vivid atmosphere , in which we are sure that flowers ...
... artist is exer- cised in carrying on our thoughts to what the child will the next moment be doing . If he does not place in its hand a bunch of flowers , he throws into his picture a vivid atmosphere , in which we are sure that flowers ...
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Page 307 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 302 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 319 - Nor second he that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of th' abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of Place and Time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Page 335 - men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! 9 For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness.
Page 330 - And he will be a wild man ; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him ; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren.
Page 163 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 331 - He made darkness his secret place ; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
Page 306 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Page 146 - Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung , Silence was...