Modern Painters, Volume 2John Ruskin was the most influential art critic during the Victorian period. His five volume book Modern Painters was written in opposition against art critics who were opposed to the paintings of J.M.W. Turner. Ruskin was a collector of Turner's works and the two were friends. In his writings, Ruskin was a harsh critic towards classical art, and believe that the landscape paintings of Turner and others demonstrated a superior understanding of "truth." |
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... delights ; but we must prove the nobleness of the delights , and thence the nobleness of the animal . The dignity of affection is no way lessened , because a large measure of it may be found in lower animals ; neither is the vileness of ...
... delights ; but we must prove the nobleness of the delights , and thence the nobleness of the animal . The dignity of affection is no way lessened , because a large measure of it may be found in lower animals ; neither is the vileness of ...
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... delights or perfec- tions of the system . And this incapability of continuance directs us to the second cause of their inferiority ; namely , that they are given to us as subservient . to life , as instruments of our preservation ...
... delights or perfec- tions of the system . And this incapability of continuance directs us to the second cause of their inferiority ; namely , that they are given to us as subservient . to life , as instruments of our preservation ...
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... delights ; first , in their being eternal and inex- haustible , and secondly , in their being evidently no means or instrument of life , but an object of life . Now in whatever is an object of life , in whatever may be infinitely and ...
... delights ; first , in their being eternal and inex- haustible , and secondly , in their being evidently no means or instrument of life , but an object of life . Now in whatever is an object of life , in whatever may be infinitely and ...
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... delight- ing more at finding its table spread in strange places , and in the presence of its enemies , and its honey coming out of the rock , than if all were harmonized into a less wondrous pleasure ; hating only what is self - sighted ...
... delight- ing more at finding its table spread in strange places , and in the presence of its enemies , and its honey coming out of the rock , than if all were harmonized into a less wondrous pleasure ; hating only what is self - sighted ...
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... delights are too penetrating , too living , for any white - washed object or shallow fountain long to endure or supply . It clasps all that it loves so hard , that it crushes it if it be hollow . 9. The neces- sion in early sity of ...
... delights are too penetrating , too living , for any white - washed object or shallow fountain long to endure or supply . It clasps all that it loves so hard , that it crushes it if it be hollow . 9. The neces- sion in early sity of ...
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Adamite agreeable Angelico angels animal artist bodily body Brera Gallery Caliban Camillo Procaccini Chap character Christ clouds colour conceive conception Correggio creatures degree delight dependent desire dignity Divine evident evil exist expression fancy farther fear feeling Fra Angelico Fra Bartolomeo function Gentile Bellini Giorgione Giotto glory hand heart human form ideal form imperfect impressions instance intellect kind landscape Laocoon less light look lower Masaccio matter Michael Angelo mind Mino da Fiesole modes moral nature necessary never noble object observed operation outward painful painted painter passion perception perfect Perugino picture Pitti Palace plant pleasure portraiture present proportion pure purity racters Raffaelle reader received repose respect rightly sense sensual signs Soldanella alpina species spirit strength sublime suppose taste Theoretic faculty things Tintoret tion Titian tree trunk truth typical beauty unity Venice visible VITAL BEAUTY word Ideal
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Page 88 - One lesson, shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what she shows, and what conceals • Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Page 37 - From God who is our home. Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Page 162 - Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 191 - Sweet flower ! for by that name at last, When all my reveries are past, I call thee, and to that cleave fast, Sweet silent creature ! That breath'st with me in sun and air, Do thou, as thou art wont, repair My heart with gladness, and a share Of thy meek nature ! TO THE SAME FLOWER.
Page 34 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 163 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Page 140 - So spake the grisly terror, and in shape, So speaking: and so threatening, grew tenfold More dreadful and deform : on the other side, Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burned, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
Page 191 - With all the numberless goings-on of life, Inaudible as dreams! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, every where Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Page 191 - I see thee glittering from afar ; — And then thou art a pretty Star ; Not quite so fair as many are In heaven above thee ! Yet like a star, with glittering crest, Self-poised in air thou seem'st to rest...
Page 140 - Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.