Sketches of the Principal Picture-galleries in England, with a Criticism on "Marriage A-la-mode.".

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Taylor and Hessey, 1824 - Art - 195 pages
 

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Page 164 - ... light as with the lustre of setting suns ; and a dream and a glory hover round its head, as the spirits of former times, a throng of intellectual shapes, are seen retreating or advancing to the eye of memory : its streets are paved with the names of learning that can never wear out : its green quadrangles breathe the silence of thought, conscious of the weight of yearnings innumerable after the past, of loftiest aspirations for the future...
Page 150 - Autumn fills their beaks with corn, Filch'd from the careless Amalthea's horn; And how the woods berries and worms provide Without their pains, when earth has nought beside To answer their small wants. To view the graceful deer come tripping by, Then stop, and gaze, then turn, they know not why, Like bashful younkers in society. To mark the structure of a plant or tree, And all fair things of earth, how fair they be.
Page 163 - Sacred City:" might not our Oxford be called so too ? There is an air about it resonant of joy and hope : it speaks with a thousand tongues to the heart: it waves its mighty shadow over the imagination : it stands in lowly sublimity on the " hill of ages," and points with prophetic fingers to the sky: it greets the eager gaze from afar " with glistening spires and pinnacles adorned...
Page 150 - Nought doing, saying little, thinking less, To view the leaves, thin dancers upon air, Go eddying round and small birds how they fare, When Mother Autumn fills their beaks with corn, Filch'd from the careless Amalthea's horn...
Page 183 - She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs, And bids her Beau demand the precious hairs: (Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane...
Page 150 - Sometimes outstretcht, in very idleness, Nought doing, saying little, thinking less, To view the leaves, thin dancers upon air, Go eddying round...
Page 164 - Honour was done to her and all hers. There was her treasure, and there the inventory of all she had. There she had gathered together her pomp, and there was her shrine, and there her votaries came and worshipped as in a temple. The crown she wore was brighter than that of kings.
Page 4 - We are abstracted to another sphere: we breathe empyrean air; we enter into the minds of Raphael, of Titian, of Poussin, of the Caracci, and look at nature with their eyes; we live in time past, and seem identified with the permanent forms of things. The business of the world at large, and even its pleasures, appear like a vanity and an impertinence. What signify the hubbub, the shifting scenery, the fantoccini figures, the folly, the idle fashions without, when compared with the solitude, the silence,...
Page 189 - Not only does the business of the scene never stand still, but every feature and muscle is put into full play ; the exact feeling of the moment is brought out, and carried to its utmost height, and then instantly seized and stamped on the canvas for ever. The expression is always taken en passant, in a state of progress or change, and, as it were, at the salient point.
Page 16 - Where universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Leads on the eternal spring : — ' but the effect of the execution has been deadened and rendered flat by time or ill-usage.

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