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... Paul Veronese . - This artist has attained a celebrity which I deem fully adequate to his merits . Many of his compositions seem deficient in dignity ; and of his skill in colouring , justly vaunted , I only observe that I cannot always ...
... Paul Veronese . - This artist has attained a celebrity which I deem fully adequate to his merits . Many of his compositions seem deficient in dignity ; and of his skill in colouring , justly vaunted , I only observe that I cannot always ...
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... Paul Veronese I have yet seen , being really a chef d'œuvre . It represents Venice crowned , and seated on the clouds . All the accompanying figures , but particularly the colouring , are in the finest style of art . Here also are ...
... Paul Veronese I have yet seen , being really a chef d'œuvre . It represents Venice crowned , and seated on the clouds . All the accompanying figures , but particularly the colouring , are in the finest style of art . Here also are ...
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... Paul Veronese , and I ought now therefore the Pictures of the Ducal Palace . 365 more readily to.
... Paul Veronese , and I ought now therefore the Pictures of the Ducal Palace . 365 more readily to.
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... Paul Veronese seems , at least in this palace , to excel even beyond com- petition . His female faces are much the same , and certainly very different from Venetian physi- ognomy ; but in his allegories every attribute is appropriate ...
... Paul Veronese seems , at least in this palace , to excel even beyond com- petition . His female faces are much the same , and certainly very different from Venetian physi- ognomy ; but in his allegories every attribute is appropriate ...
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... Paul Veronese . Its history presents , naturally , the same series of disasters and vicissitudes incidental to every province of ancient Rome , more particularly to Verona , as being a northern frontier , and a ready Ancient Gate and ...
... Paul Veronese . Its history presents , naturally , the same series of disasters and vicissitudes incidental to every province of ancient Rome , more particularly to Verona , as being a northern frontier , and a ready Ancient Gate and ...
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Popular passages
Page 180 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 28 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 169 - OH ! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers ; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give.
Page 109 - Through the hill's hollow sides: before the place, A hundred doors a hundred entries grace: As many voices issue, and the sound Of Sibyl's words as many times rebound. Now to the mouth they come. Aloud she cries, "This is the time! inquire your destinies! He comes! behold the god!
Page 109 - O'er whose unhappy waters, void of light, No bird presumes to steer his airy flight ; Such deadly stenches from the depth arise, And steaming sulphur, that infects the skies.
Page 49 - Access we sought, nor was access denied: Radiant she came ; the portals open'd wide : The goddess mild invites the guests to stay: They blindly follow where she leads the way. I only wait behind, of all the train : I waited long, and...
Page 198 - Caught her dishevell'd hair, and rich attire : Her crown and jewels crackled in the fire : From thence the fuming trail began to spread, And lambent glories danc'd about her head.
Page 52 - And fills the city with his hideous cries : A ghastly band of giants hear the roar, And, pouring down the mountains, crowd the shore. Fragments they rend from off the craggy brow, And dash the ruins on the ships below...
Page 103 - Thus solemn rites and holy vows we paid To all the phantom-nations of the dead ; Then died the sheep : a purple torrent flow'd, And all the caverns smoked with streaming blood. When lo ! appear'd along the dusky coasts, Thin, airy shoals of visionary ghosts : Fair, pensive youths, and soft enamour'd maids ; And wither'd elders, pale and wrinkled shades ; Ghastly with wounds the forms of warriors slain Stalk'd with majestic port, a martial train : These and a thousand more swarm'd o'er the ground,...
Page 56 - Fly swift the dangerous coast, let every ear Be stopp'd against the song! 'tis death to hear! Firm to the mast with chains thyself be bound, Nor trust thy virtue to th