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Page 257 - Hatty " is of course Miss Harriet Hosmer, the most eminent member of that strange sisterhood of American "lady sculptors" who at one time settled upon the seven hills in a white, marmorean flock.
Page 130 - Nobody had even suspected a word of this underplot, and her American friends stood in mute astonishment before this apparition of them here. The husband is a Roman marquis, appearing amiable and gentlemanly, and having fought well, they say, at the siege, but with no pretension to cope with his wife on any ground appertaining to the intellect.
Page 312 - Did he owe the large, quiet, pleasant, easy solution at which he had arrived (and which seems to-day to meet my eyes through the perspective, perhaps a little through the golden haze, of time,) to his having worked up his American consciousness to that mystic point — one of those of which poets alone have the secret — at which it could feel nothing but continuity and congruity with his European...
Page 331 - ... fact, in which that hard grain was apt richly to dissolve, and the result remained a delightful ambiguity. Concentration ceased, as it were, to be a pill — it became a liquid element in which one could bathe and splash. In such an element, in fine, one could — certainly for a long time — sit up to one's neck, quite as the convinced patient sits in his particular prescription at a German bath. The place was the aesthetic antidote to the ugliness of the rest of the world...
Page 128 - ... under categories actually known to us? Would she, in other words, with her appetite for ideas and her genius for conversation, have struck us but as a somewhat formidable bore, one of the worst kind, a culture-seeker without a sense of proportion, or, on the contrary, have affected us as a really attaching, a possibly picturesque New England Corinne?
Page 358 - Isidore dining-room, with the amber sunlight streaming on the gold-grey Roman roofs and the Sabine hills on one side and the Vatican on the other. I sometimes think," she goes on, " that I would almost rather never have been there than have this ache of yearning for the great witch who sits with you upon her seven hills.
Page 286 - was able even to add a charm) ; where the small people with whom he played enjoyed, under his spell, the luxury of believing that he kept and treasured — in every case and as a rule — the old tin soldiers and broken toys received by him, in acknowledgment of favours, from impulsive infant hands.
Page 288 - Both of us would fain have escaped being the subjects of such a princely piece of generosity; but there was no withstanding his admirable delicacy and noble-mindedness, which made the sacrifice of such time and labour even easy. I wished him to keep the picture for a year at least; but he sent it to me on the morning of our departure. So it is here — the wonder of everybody. No such work has been achieved in our time — to my knowledge at least. I am not qualified to speak of the likeness, understand,...
Page 130 - The American authoress Miss Fuller has taken us by surprise at Florence, retiring from the Roman field with a husband and a child above a year old. Nobody had even suspected a word of this underplot, and her American friends stood in mute astonishment before this apparition of them here.