Portfolio of an ArtistH. Perkins, 1839 - 263 sider Rembrandt Peale painted over 600 works of art throughout his lifetime. He painted many prominent individuals in American history, including George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and John C. Calhoun. This book was written by Peale and contains his personal memoirs along with his artistic philosophy. |
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Side 11
... voices and other topics intervene to enliven the monotony , so as to excite a re- newed attention to his discourse . It is not always the continuous length of a dissertation that constitutes its value . A single sentence may sometimes ...
... voices and other topics intervene to enliven the monotony , so as to excite a re- newed attention to his discourse . It is not always the continuous length of a dissertation that constitutes its value . A single sentence may sometimes ...
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... voice all melody , his yellow hair Floating and dancing on the mountain air , Shaking from its loose folds the liquid pearls , That gather clustering on his golden curls ; - And , for a moment , gazes on a scene , Tinged with deep shade ...
... voice all melody , his yellow hair Floating and dancing on the mountain air , Shaking from its loose folds the liquid pearls , That gather clustering on his golden curls ; - And , for a moment , gazes on a scene , Tinged with deep shade ...
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... celebrated ground . The eye , the curiosity , are both disappointed , and the voice of a common com- panion reduces the most romantic ruin to a heap of stones . N. P. Willis . ANTIQUITIES . To confine our studies to mere antiquities is 27.
... celebrated ground . The eye , the curiosity , are both disappointed , and the voice of a common com- panion reduces the most romantic ruin to a heap of stones . N. P. Willis . ANTIQUITIES . To confine our studies to mere antiquities is 27.
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... voice is like a bird's , And sweetly breaks the melody Of thy imperfect words . I know no fount that gushes out So gladly as thy tiny shout . I would that thou mightst ever be As beautiful as now , — That time might ever leave as free ...
... voice is like a bird's , And sweetly breaks the melody Of thy imperfect words . I know no fount that gushes out So gladly as thy tiny shout . I would that thou mightst ever be As beautiful as now , — That time might ever leave as free ...
Side 43
... voices said that thou wert gone , And that I must not weep , for thou wert blest . Full many a flower has bloomed upon thy grave , And many a winter's snow has melted there ; Childhood has passed , and youth is passing now , And ...
... voices said that thou wert gone , And that I must not weep , for thou wert blest . Full many a flower has bloomed upon thy grave , And many a winter's snow has melted there ; Childhood has passed , and youth is passing now , And ...
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PORTFOLIO OF AN ARTIST Rembrandt 1778-1860 Peale, Comp,Marian S. Carson Collection (Library of Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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admiration agreeable Anon artist Barry Cornwall beam beauty behold bloom breath bright brow Byron canvass character charms clouds colours D'Israeli dark delight divine dreams earth enjoyment face fair fame fancy feeling flowers gaze genius give glory glow GOTHIC ARCHITECTURE grace Greece hand happiness hath heart heaven hues human Hume imagination imitation immortal intellectual Johnson Julius Cæsar kindled kindred labour landscape light lips living look loveliness lustre lyre M. A. Shee mankind memory mind moral mountain muse N. P. Willis nature Nature's o'er object P. M. Wetmore painter painting passions pencil perfection picture pleasure poet poetry Pope portrait praise racter rapture refinement REMBRANDT PEALE rience S. T. Coleridge scene sense sentiment shade shine sight smile song soul spirit star Stickney sublime sweet taste thee things thou art thought touch truth Verplanck virtue visions voice W. C. Bryant wild wonder youth
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Side 233 - God loves from whole to parts ; but human soul Must rise from individual to the whole. Self-love but serves the virtuous mind to wake, As the small pebble stirs the peaceful lake; The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds. Another still, and still another spreads : Friend, parent, neighbour, first it will embrace ; His country next ; and next all human race ; Wide and. more wide, th...
Side 114 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Side 122 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Side 34 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature, still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of Art. Art from that fund each just supply provides, Works without show, and without pomp presides: In some fair body thus th...
Side 186 - Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, - where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state. This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
Side 70 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Side 78 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Side 133 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Side 47 - AT summer eve, when Heaven's ethereal bow Spans with bright arch the glittering hills below, Why to yon mountain turns the musing eye, Whose sunbright summit mingles with the sky ? Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Side 208 - To carry on the feelings of childhood into the powers of manhood; to combine the child's sense of wonder and novelty with the appearances, which every day for perhaps forty years had rendered familiar; With sun and moon and stars throughout the year, And man and woman; 6 this is the character and privilege of genius, and one of the marks which distinguish genius from talents.