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allowed answered antique appeared artist asked beautiful believe better breath character close companion creature cried dance dark dear delicate delight Donatello doubt drawing effect exclaimed eyes face fancy Faun feel figure follow fountain gazed gentle give grounds half hand happy haunted head heart Hilda human idea imagination Italian Italy keep Kenyon kind laughing least leave light living look marble meet mind Miriam mood mystery natural needs never observed once original palace passed perhaps person piazza picture pillar probably replied rich Roman Rome scene sculptor seemed seen shadow side sketches smile soon speak spirit standing statue steps stone strange streets sure sympathy thing thought touch true truth turn wall whole wild woman wonder wrought young
Сторінка 64 - And they have greatly the advantage of us in this respect. The slender thread of silk or cotton keeps them united with the small, familiar, gentle interests of life, the continually operating influences of which do so much for the health of the character, and carry off what would otherwise be a dangerous accumulation of morbid sensibility.
Сторінка 114 - Hilda, your innocence is like a sharp steel ' sword ! " exclaimed her friend. " Your judgments are often terribly severe, though you seem all made up of gentleness and mercy. Beatrice's sin may not have been so great : perhaps it was no sin at all, but the best virtue possible in the circumstances. If she viewed it as a sin, it may have been because her nature was too feeble for the fate imposed upon her. Ah...
Сторінка x - No author, without a trial, can conceive of the difficulty of writing a romance about a country where there is no shadow, no antiquity, no mystery, no picturesque and gloomy wrong, nor anything but a commonplace prosperity, in broad and simple daylight, as is happily the case with my dear native land.
Сторінка 162 - ... some such unhallowed furnace as is only kindled by evil passions and fed by evil deeds. Yet, let us trust, there may have been no crime in Miriam, but only one of those fatalities which are among the most insoluble riddles propounded to mortal comprehension ; the fatal decree by which every crime is made to be the agony of many innocent persons, as well as of the single guilty one.
Сторінка 226 - ... passionate, tender, wicked, terrible, and full of poisonous and rapturous enchantment — was kneaded into what, only a week or two before, had been a lump of wet clay from the Tiber. Soon, apotheosized in an indestructible material, she would be one of the images that men keep VOL. i. 15 for ever, finding a heat in them -which does not cool down, throughout the centuries. "What a woman is this!
Сторінка 133 - With every step she took, he expressed his joy at her nearer and nearer presence by what might be thought an extravagance of gesticulation, but which doubtless was the language of the natural man, though laid aside and forgotten by other men, now that words have been feebly substituted in the place of signs and symbols. He gave Miriam the idea of a being not precisely man, nor yet a child, but, in a high and beautiful sense, an animal, a creature in a state of development less than what mankind has...
Сторінка 74 - Miriam had imparted to the saint's face a look of gentle and heavenly reproach, with sad and blessed eyes fixed upward at the maiden ; by the force of which miraculous glance, her whole womanhood was at once awakened to love and endless remorse. These sketches had a most disagreeable effect on Donatello's peculiar temperament. He gave a shudder ; his face assumed a look of trouble, fear, and disgust ; he snatched up one sketch after another, as if about to tear it in pieces. Finally, shoving away...
Сторінка x - Romance, was chiefly valuable to him as affording a sort of poetic or fairy precinct, where actualities would not be so terribly insisted upon as they are, and must needs be, in America.
Сторінка 145 - Arcadian life, or, further still, into the Golden Age, before mankind was burdened with sin and sorrow, and before pleasure had been darkened with those shadows that bring it into high relief, and make it happiness.
Сторінка 15 - you agree with Miriam and me that there is something very touching and impressive in this statue of the Faun. In some long-past age, he must really have existed. Nature needed, and still needs, this beautiful creature; standing betwixt man and animal, sympathizing with each, comprehending the speech of either race, and interpreting the whole existence of one to the other. What a pity that he has forever vanished from the hard and dusty paths of life, - unless," added the sculptor, in a sportive whisper,...