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answered appeared artist asked beauty beneath better blessing breath bring character church close Count crime dark delightful Donatello doubt earth effect expression eyes face faith fancied feel felt figure flowers girl gone hand happy head heart heaven Hilda hope hour human idea imagination innocent Italy keep Kenyon kind knew least less light live look lost marble matter mind Miriam Monte mortal mystery nature never observed once palaces passed perhaps person picture poor present priest recognized remember replied Roman Rome saints scene sculptor seemed seen sense shrine side smile soul speak spirit statue steps stone stood strange street sunshine sure sweet sympathy tell tender things thought tower true truth turned voice walls wandered whole wild woman young
253. oldal - And, now that life had so much human promise in it, they resolved to go back to their own land ; because the years, after all, have a kind of emptiness, when we spend too many of them on a foreign shore.
225. oldal - Was the crime — in which he and I were wedded — was it a blessing, ' in that strange disguise ? Was it a means of education, bringing a simple and imperfect nature to a point of feeling and intelligence which it could have reached under no other discipline ? " " You stir up deep and perilous matter, Miriam,
16. oldal - A simple and joyous character can find no place for itself among the sage and sombre figures that would put his unsophisticated cheerfulness to shame. The entire system of man's affairs, as at present established, is built up purposely to exclude the careless and happy soul. The very children would upbraid the wretched individual who should endeavor to take life and the world as — what we might naturally suppose them meant for — a place and opportunity for enjoyment.
252. oldal - cried Hilda, shrinking from him with an expression of horror which wounded the poor, speculative sculptor to the soul. " This is terrible ; and I could weep for you, if you indeed believe it. Do not you perceive what a mockery your creed makes, not only of all religious sentiment, but of moral law? and how it annuls and obliterates whatever precepts of Heaven are written deepest within us? You have shocked me beyond words...
109. oldal - ... wind forces its deadly breath into our lungs — left her, tired of the sight of those immense seven-storied, yellowwashed hovels, or call them palaces, where all that is dreary in domestic life seems magnified and multiplied, and weary of climbing those staircases, which ascend from a ground floor of cook-shops, cobblers...
253. oldal - I never did believe it! But the mind wanders wild and wide; and, so lonely as I live and work, I have neither pole-star above nor light of cottage windows here below, to bring me home. Were you my guide, my counsellor, my inmost friend, with that white wisdom which clothes you as a celestial garment, all would go well. O Hilda, guide me home!
252. oldal - Here comes my perplexity," continued Kenyon. " Sin has educated Donatello, and elevated him. Is sin, then, — which we deem such a dreadful blackness in the universe, — is it, like sorrow, merely an element of human education, through which we straggle to a higher and purer state than we could otherwise have attained? Did Adam fall, that we might ultimately rise to a far loftier paradise than his...
254. oldal - The years . . . have a kind of emptiness, when we spend too many of them on a foreign shore. We defer the reality of life, in such cases, until a future moment, when we shall again breathe our native air; but, by and by, there are no future moments; or, if we do return, we find that the native air has lost its invigorating quality, — and that life has shifted its reality to the spot where we have deemed ourselves only temporary residents. Thus, between two countries, we have none at all, or only...
37. oldal - Nay; I cannot preach," said Kenyon, "with a page of heaven and a page of earth spread wide open before us! Only begin to read it, and you will find it interpreting itself without the aid of words. It is a great mistake to try to put our best thoughts into human language. When we ascend into the higher regions of emotion and spiritual enjoyment, they are only expressible by such grand hieroglyphics as these around us.
225. oldal - Was that very sin, — into which Adam precipitated himself and all his race, — was it the destined means by which, over a long pathway of toil and sorrow, we are to attain a higher, brighter, and profounder happiness, than our lost birthright gave ? Will not this idea account for the permitted existence of sin, as no other theory can?" " It is too dangerous, Miriam ! I cannot follow you ! " repeated the sculptor. " Mortal man has no \ right to tread on the ground where you now set your feet.