Transformation: Or, The Romance of Monte BeniSmith, Elder and Company, 1861 - 400 стор. |
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... Human Soul , with its choice of Innocence or Evil close at hand , in the pretty figure of a child , clasping a dove to her bosom , but assaulted by a snake . From one of the windows of this saloon , we may see a flight of broad stone ...
... Human Soul , with its choice of Innocence or Evil close at hand , in the pretty figure of a child , clasping a dove to her bosom , but assaulted by a snake . From one of the windows of this saloon , we may see a flight of broad stone ...
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... human existence - may seem not widely different from the texture of all our lives . Side by side with the massiveness of the Roman Past , all matters that we handle or dream of now - a - days look evanes- cent and visionary alike . It ...
... human existence - may seem not widely different from the texture of all our lives . Side by side with the massiveness of the Roman Past , all matters that we handle or dream of now - a - days look evanes- cent and visionary alike . It ...
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... human eye and to the frailty of the human heart . The being here represented is endowed with no principle of virtue , and would be incapable of comprehending such ; but he would be true and honest . by dint of his simplicity . We should ...
... human eye and to the frailty of the human heart . The being here represented is endowed with no principle of virtue , and would be incapable of comprehending such ; but he would be true and honest . by dint of his simplicity . We should ...
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... human soul . Trees , grass , flowers , woodland streamlets , cattle , deer , and unsophisticated man ! The essence of all these was com- pressed long ago , and still exists within that discoloured marble surface of the Faun of ...
... human soul . Trees , grass , flowers , woodland streamlets , cattle , deer , and unsophisticated man ! The essence of all these was com- pressed long ago , and still exists within that discoloured marble surface of the Faun of ...
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... human body was discernible in white ashes , into which the entire mortality of a man or woman had resolved itself . Among all this extinct dust , there might perchance be a thigh - bone , which crumbled at a touch ; or possibly a skull ...
... human body was discernible in white ashes , into which the entire mortality of a man or woman had resolved itself . Among all this extinct dust , there might perchance be a thigh - bone , which crumbled at a touch ; or possibly a skull ...
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ANNE BRONTË answered Miriam antique Apennines arches artist asked Beatrice Cenci beautiful beheld beneath blessed breath Capitoline Hill catacomb character CHARLOTTE BRONTE church Cimabue creature cried crime dark dear delicate delightful Donatello dovecote dream earth earthly evil exclaimed eyes face fancied Faun feel figure fling fountain gazing girl glance gloom hand happy HARRIET MARTINEAU haunts heart human idea imagination innocent Italian Italy light look machicolated maiden marble mind mirth Monte Monte Beni moral mystery nature never nymph once palace passionate pavement perhaps Perugia piazza picture Pincian Hill poor Post 8vo Praxiteles replied Kenyon Roman Rome saints scene sculptor seemed shadow shrine signor signorina smile sorrow soul spirit statue stone stood strange sunshine sweet sympathy tell tender things thought Tiber Tomaso tower truth Virgin voice W. M. THACKERAY walls wild wine woman wonder wrought young
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Сторінка 4 - The character of the face corresponds with the figure. It is most agreeable in outline and feature, but rounded and somewhat voluptuously developed, especially about the throat and chin. The nose is almost straight, but very slightly curves inward, thereby acquiring an indescribable charm of geniality and humor. The mouth, with its full yet delicate lips, seems so nearly to smile outright that it calls forth a responsive smile.
Сторінка 203 - ... at a colder and drearier region than we were born in. It insists upon everybody's adding somewhat — a mite, perhaps, but earned by incessant effort — to an accumulated pile of usefulness, of which the only use will be, to burden our posterity with even heavier thoughts and more inordinate labour than our own.
Сторінка 139 - ... almost gone, but the aspect of dignity was still perfect, clothing the figure as it were with an imperial robe of light. It is the most majestic representation of the kingly character that ever the world has seen. A sight of the old heathen emperor is enough to create an evanescent sentiment of loyalty even in a democratic bosom, so august does he look, so fit to rule, so worthy of man's profoundest homage and obedience, so inevitably attractive of his love. He stretches forth his hand with an...
Сторінка 391 - ... pasteboard statues over the lofty cornice, do not disturb the effect, any more than the tin crowns and hearts, the dusty artificial flowers, and all manner of trumpery gewgaws, hanging at the saintly shrines. The rust and dinginess that have dimmed the precious marble on the walls ; the pavement, with its great squares and rounds of porphyry and granite, cracked crosswise and in a hundred directions, showing how roughly the troublesome ages have trampled here; the...
Сторінка ix - ... the case with my dear native land. It will be very long, I trust, before romance-writers may find congenial and easily handled themes, either in the annals of our stalwart republic, or in any characteristic and probable events of our individual lives. Romance and poetry, ivy, lichens, and wall-flowers need ruin to make them grow.
Сторінка 134 - Roman triumph, that most gorgeous pageant of earthly pride, had streamed and flaunted in hundred-fold succession over these same flagstones, and through this yet stalwart archway. It is politic, however, to make few allusions to such a past ; nor, if we would create an interest in the characters of our story, is it wise to suggest how Cicero's foot may have stepped on yonder stone, or how Horace was wont to stroll near by, making his footsteps chime with the measure of the ode that was ringing in...
Сторінка 146 - They threw one other glance at the heap of death below, to assure themselves that it was there; so like a dream was the whole thing. Then they turned from that fatal precipice, and came out of the courtyard, arm in arm, heart in heart. Instinctively, they were heedful not to sever themselves so much as a pace or two from one another, for fear of the terror and deadly chill that would thenceforth wait for them in solitude. Their deed — the crime which Donatello wrought, and Miriam accepted on the...
Сторінка 130 - Artists, indeed, are lifted by the ideality of their pursuits a little way off the earth, and are therefore able to catch the evanescent fragrance that floats in the atmosphere of life above the heads of the ordinary crowd. Even if they seem endowed with little imagination individually, yet there is a property, a gift, a talisman, common to their class, entitling them to partake somewhat more bountifully than other people in the thin delights of moonshine and romance.
Сторінка 43 - The customs of artist life bestow such liberty upon the sex, which is elsewhere restricted within so much narrower limits ; and it is perhaps an indication that, whenever we admit women to a wider scope of pursuits and professions, we must also remove the shackles of our present conventional rules, which would then become an insufferable restraint on either maid or wife.
Сторінка 244 - And what is to be my part in this process?" inquired Miriam sadly, and not without jealousy. "You are taking him from me, and putting yourself, and all manner of living interests, into the place which I ought to fill!