Familiar Sketches of Sculpture and Sculptors, Volum 2

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Side 50 - At that moment appeared Kent, painter enough to taste the charms of landscape, bold and opinionative enough to dare and to dictate, and born with a genius to strike out a great system from the twilight of imperfect essays. He leaped the fence and saw that all nature was a garden.
Side 67 - WHAT I WAS AS AN ARTIST SEEMED To ME oF SoME IMPoRTANCE WHILE I LIVED ; BUT WHAT I REALLY WAS AS A BELIEVER IN CHRIST JESUS IS THE oNLY THING oF IMPORTANCE To ME NoW.
Side 143 - T was that deep mystery, — for aye unknown, — The living presence of Another's mind. Another mind was there, — the gift of few, — That by its own strong will can all that 's true In its own nature unto others give, And, mingling life with life, seem there to live.
Side 35 - This day I first acquainted his Majesty with that incomparable young man Gibbons, whom I had lately met with in an obscure place by mere accident, as I was walking near a poor solitary thatched house in a field in our parish (Deptford), near Sayes Court. I found him shut in ; but, looking in at the window, I perceived him carving that large cartoon or crucifix of Tintoretto, a copy of which I had myself brought from Venice, where the original painting remains.
Side 176 - Must make the sad Persephone his friend, And buried love to second life arise; Again his love must lose through too much love, Must lose his life by living life too true, For what he sought below is passed above, Already done is all that he would do; Must tune all being with his single lyre...
Side 143 - ON GREENOUGH'S GROUP OF THE ANGEL AND CHILD. I SToon alone; nor word, nor other sound. Broke the mute solitude that closed me round ; As when the air doth take her midnight sleep, Leaving the wintry stars her watch to keep, So slept she now at noon. But not alone My spirit then: a light within me shone That was not mine; and feelings undefined, And thoughts flow'd in upon me not my own.
Side 36 - In good earnest the very frame was worth the money, there being nothing in nature so tender and delicate as the flowers and festoons about it, and yet the work was very strong; in the piece were more than 100 figures of men, &c.
Side 35 - I questioned him why he worked in such an obscure and lonesome place; he told me it was that he might apply himself to his profession without interruption, and wondered not a little how I had found him out.
Side 36 - In good earnest, the very frame was worth the money, there being in nature nothing so tender and delicate as the flowers and festoons about it, and yet the work was very strong: in the piece were more than a hundred figures of men, &c. I found he was likewise musical; and very civil, sober, and discreet in his discourse. There was only an old woman in his house.
Side 144 - To carve our hero's form, Whose angel guidance was our strength in fight, Our star amid the storm ! Whose matchless truth has made his name divine And human freedom sure, His country great, his tomb earth's dearest shrine. While man and time endure! And it is well to place his image there Upon the soil he...

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