Så tycker andra - Skriv en recension
Vi kunde inte hitta några recensioner.
Andra upplagor - Visa alla
already appearance artist Author bear beauty becomes belongs Blake changing character collection colour complete composition delicate direction distinct drawings earlier effect efforts element English engraving examples executed exhibited expression face fact feeling figures finished flowers force genius gift give grace hand head human idea ideal illustrations imagination impression individual influence intense interesting invention Italy kind labour landscape leaves less light living marked masters material means movement Museum nature nearly never once original painter painting passed passion perceive perfect perhaps picture poet poetry portrait possessed possible precise present qualities reality record remains remarkable render represented result scarcely scene seems sense shapes side simple sketches sometimes spirit style suggestion things thought tion touch true truth turn verse vision volume
Sida 32 - Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu ; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new ; More happy love ! more happy, happy love ! For ever warm and still to be enjoyed, For ever panting, and for ever young ; All breathing human passion far above, That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Sida 46 - Poetry consists in these conceptions; and shall painting be confined to the sordid drudgery of facsimile representations of merely mortal and perishing substances and not be, as poetry and music are, elevated into its own proper sphere of invention and visionary conception? No, it shall not be so! Painting, as well as poetry and music, exists and exults in immortal thoughts.
Sida 72 - Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain (O to forget her!) thrilling through my heart! Song, beauty, youth, love, virtue, joy ; this group Of bright ideas, flowers of paradise, As yet unforfeit ! in one blaze we bind, Kneel and present it to the skies, as all We guess of heaven: and these were all her own.
Sida 31 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! 20 Ah, happy, happy boughs!
Sida 32 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone : Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Sida 28 - As when, upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave...
Sida 58 - These Pictures, among numerous others painted for experiment, were the result of temptations and perturbations, labouring to destroy Imaginative power, by means of that Infernal machine, called Chiaro Oscuro, in the hands of Venetian and Flemish Demons...
Sida 57 - nd in exultation, rise through the air with their children and families, some of whom are bowing before the Book of Life, which is opened on clouds by two Angels: many groups arise in exultation; among them is a figure crowned with stars, and the moon beneath her feet, with six infants around her — she represents the Christian Church. The Green hills appear beneath with the graves of the blessed, which are seen bursting with their births of immortality; parents and children, wives and husbands,...
Sida 46 - A spirit and a vision are not, as the modern philosophy supposes, a cloudy vapour or a nothing; they are organized and minutely articulated beyond all that the mortal and perishing nature can produce. He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.