Landscape in Art Before Claude and Salvator

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J. Murray, 1885 - 461 oldal
 

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27. oldal - Thou crownest the year with thy goodness ; and thy paths drop fatness. They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness : and the little hills rejoice on every side. The pastures are clothed with flocks ; the valleys also are covered over with corn ; they shout for joy, they also sing.
47. oldal - ... creek: We all pearls scorn, Save what the dewy morn Congeals upon each little spire of grass, Which careless shepherds beat down as they pass: And gold ne'er here appears, Save what the yellow Ceres bears. Blest silent groves ! Oh may you be For ever Mirth's best nursery!
49. oldal - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight — The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
210. oldal - The light is indeed cold — mere sunless dawn; but a later painter would have cloyed you with sunshine; and you can see the better for that quietness in the morning air each long promontory, as it slopes down to the water's edge. Men go forth to their labours until the evening; but she is awake before them, and you might think that the sorrow in her face was at the thought of the whole long day of love yet to come.
12. oldal - Of these and other colors the earth is made up, and they are more in number and fairer than the eye of man has ever seen; and the very hollows (of which I was speaking) filled with air and water...
13. oldal - CHORUS OF CLOUDS (in the distance). "Eternal clouds! Rise we to mortal view, Embodied in bright shapes of dewy sheen, Leaving the depths serene Where our loud-sounding Father Ocean dwells, For the wood-crowned summits of the hills : Thence shall our glance command The beetling crags which sentinel the land, The teeming earth, The crops we bring to birth ; Thence shall we hear The music of the ever-flowing streams, The low deep thunders of the booming sea.
32. oldal - How wide the prospect spreads, — mountain and rock, Towns, villages and woods, and glittering streams ! There where the Para and the Sindhu wind, The towers and temples, pinnacles and gates, And spires of Padmavati, like a city Precipitated from- the skies, appear, Inverted in the pure translucent wave.
49. oldal - About the gardens' painted beds, About the fields and flowery meads, And all inferior beauteous things, Like the laborious bee, For little drops of honey flee, And there with humble sweets contents her industry.
35. oldal - I looked aloft, and saw his shoulders broad Already vested with that planet's beam, Who leads all wanderers safe through every way.
45. oldal - I gan to pass, Long ere the brighte sun uprisen was; In which were oakes great, straight as a line, Under the which the grass, so fresh of hue, Was newly sprung; and an eight foot or nine Every tree well from his fellow grew, With branches broad, laden with leaves new, That sprangen out against the sunne sheen; Some very red;<2> and some a glad light green; Which, as me thought, was right a pleasant sight.

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