Renaissance in Italy: The Fine Arts, Količina 3Smith, Elder, 1898 - 394 strani |
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Stran 223 - He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Stran 240 - Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Stran 365 - Now know I well how that fond phantasy Which made my soul the worshipper and thrall Of earthly art, is vain ; how criminal Is that which all men seek unwillingly. Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed, What are they when the double death is nigh ? The one I know for sure, the other dread.
Stran 105 - Most ambitiously. Princes' images on their tombs do not lie, as they were wont, seeming to pray up to heaven ; but with their hands under their cheeks, as if they died of the toothache : they are not carved with their eyes...
Stran 304 - Which made my soul the worshipper and thrall Of earthly art is vain ; how criminal Is that which all men seek unwillingly. Those amorous thoughts which were so lightly dressed, What are they when the double death is nigh ? The one I know for sure, the other dread. Painting nor sculpture now can lull to rest My soul, that turns to His great love on high, Whose arms to clasp us on the cross were spread.
Stran 142 - Calaroga sotto la protezion del grande scudo in che soggiace il leone e soggioga. Dentro vi nacque l'amoroso drudo della fede cristiana, il santo atleta benigno a' suoi ed a
Stran 359 - Rome still flays and sells him at the court, Where paths are closed to virtue's fair increase. Now were fit time for me to scrape a treasure! Seeing that work and gain are gone; while he Who wears the robe, is my Medusa still. God welcomes poverty perchance with pleasure: But of that better life what hope have we, When the blessed banner leads to nought but ill?
Stran 291 - He maketh his angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire...
Stran 363 - The best of artists hath no thought to show Which the rough stone in its superfluous shell Doth not include: to break the marble spell Is all the hand that serves the brain can do.
Stran 360 - Fixed on my spine; my breast-bone visibly Grows like a harp; a rich embroidery Bedews my face from brush-drops thick and thin. My loins into my paunch like levers grind; My buttock like a crupper bears my weight; My feet unguided wander to and fro; In front my skin grows loose and long; behind By bending it becomes more taut and strait...