The Development of Taste, and Other Studies in AestheticsJ. Maclehose and sons, 1887 - 392 pages |
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... leaves all savage- dom far behind , and is suggestive of generations and ages long continued , though unknown , between simple . cave , or cliff , or Swiss - lake dwellings , and such mar- vellous monuments of culture and civilization ...
... leaves all savage- dom far behind , and is suggestive of generations and ages long continued , though unknown , between simple . cave , or cliff , or Swiss - lake dwellings , and such mar- vellous monuments of culture and civilization ...
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... leaf- topped , and the mist and the snow on their peaks did not escape the loving observation of the bard . And with him we are never far from the " hoary , " " much- resounding , " " billowy , " " boisterous , " " deep - moving ...
... leaf- topped , and the mist and the snow on their peaks did not escape the loving observation of the bard . And with him we are never far from the " hoary , " " much- resounding , " " billowy , " " boisterous , " " deep - moving ...
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... leaf of gold . And still unslumbering flow Kephisus ' wandering streams . " 1 49 The scenes are sweet but tame and garden - like , and they contain in brief about all that Sophocles dwells on with pleasure of the landward beauties of ...
... leaf of gold . And still unslumbering flow Kephisus ' wandering streams . " 1 49 The scenes are sweet but tame and garden - like , and they contain in brief about all that Sophocles dwells on with pleasure of the landward beauties of ...
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... leaves , a solemn silence reign'd Nor sound of beast was heard . " The wonder is that the murmuring of streams by night is never mentioned . He is ever speaking of them as they are to be seen by day , but there is not a word of their ...
... leaves , a solemn silence reign'd Nor sound of beast was heard . " The wonder is that the murmuring of streams by night is never mentioned . He is ever speaking of them as they are to be seen by day , but there is not a word of their ...
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... leaves in the breeze , or the music which is flung from the trees as they bend to the blast . " Sweet is the music which the whispering pine Makes to the murmuring fountain . " 1 1 Theocritus , Idyll 1 , Chapman's translation ...
... leaves in the breeze , or the music which is flung from the trees as they bend to the blast . " Sweet is the music which the whispering pine Makes to the murmuring fountain . " 1 1 Theocritus , Idyll 1 , Chapman's translation ...
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admiration Aeneid Aeschylus aesthetic agreeable animal appear artist association Assyrians Bacchae beast BEAUTIFUL IN NATURE believe birds Book of Job Catullus Christian clouds Clytaemnestra colours delight development of taste divine earth Egyptians emotion of sublimity especially Euripides existence experience expression fact fear feeling flowers Georgic give glory gods grandeur Grant Allen Greeks heaven Hebrews hills Homer human imagination individual judgment landscape light love of nature Lucretius ment mind modern moral mountains nations night objects Old Testament painting perceived perception of beauty perhaps philosophy picture picturesque pleasure poem poetry poets question reality reason Relativity of Knowledge religious Roman scenes sculptured seen sensation sense sentiment sexual selection shore Sirmio song Sophocles soul sound speak spirit standard of taste superstitious supposed sympathy Theocritus theory things thou thought tion trees true truth universe Virgil wonder woods
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Page 104 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica : Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines' of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close...
Page 297 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast : — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
Page 134 - And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they...
Page 117 - Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into him ; they swallowed up His animal being ; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Page 291 - There, in that silent room below, The dead lay in his shroud of snow ; And in the hush that followed the prayer, Was heard the old clock on the stair, — " Forever — never ! Never — forever!
Page 34 - Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein : then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice before the Lord : For he cometh, for he cometh to judge the earth : he shall judge the world with righteousness, and the people with his truth.
Page 135 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed ; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Page 135 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 126 - But who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square ? Who knows the individual hour in which His habits were first sown, even as a seed ? Who that shall point as with a wand and say " This portion of the river of my mind Came from yon fountain...
Page 43 - As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful, when all the winds are laid, And every height comes out, and jutting peak And valley, and the immeasurable heavens Break open to their highest, and all the stars Shine, and the Shepherd gladdens in his heart...