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עמוד 8
... become somewhat difficult to gratify . But what is there in common between all this and the Gospel ? between all this and Jesus of Nazareth , the man of sorrows , who had not where to lay his head ? I ask in vain . I have seen beneath ...
... become somewhat difficult to gratify . But what is there in common between all this and the Gospel ? between all this and Jesus of Nazareth , the man of sorrows , who had not where to lay his head ? I ask in vain . I have seen beneath ...
עמוד 10
... become veritable commonplaces , of which one is weary ; we look at without seeing them ; we turn from them the wearied attention which nothing awakens . That most mournful of all the scenes of the Gospel - the Crucifixion , has it not ...
... become veritable commonplaces , of which one is weary ; we look at without seeing them ; we turn from them the wearied attention which nothing awakens . That most mournful of all the scenes of the Gospel - the Crucifixion , has it not ...
עמוד 11
... become veritable commonplaces , of which one is weary ; we look at without seeing them ; we turn from them the wearied attention which nothing awakens . That most mournful of all the scenes of the Gospel - the Crucifixion , has it not ...
... become veritable commonplaces , of which one is weary ; we look at without seeing them ; we turn from them the wearied attention which nothing awakens . That most mournful of all the scenes of the Gospel - the Crucifixion , has it not ...
עמוד 11
... enlightened and exclusive patronage of the Fine Arts , and we shall speedily find that nothing is more fatal to a picture than to become an object of adoration . All those which AND PROTESTANTISM TO THE FINE ARTS . 11.
... enlightened and exclusive patronage of the Fine Arts , and we shall speedily find that nothing is more fatal to a picture than to become an object of adoration . All those which AND PROTESTANTISM TO THE FINE ARTS . 11.
עמוד 12
to become an object of adoration . All those which are not protected against the homage of their votaries by being placed in a museum , are speedily damaged or destroyed by the exigences of worship . Look at the " Last Judgment " of ...
to become an object of adoration . All those which are not protected against the homage of their votaries by being placed in a museum , are speedily damaged or destroyed by the exigences of worship . Look at the " Last Judgment " of ...
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עמוד 60 - These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens...
עמוד 269 - Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around ; Nor that content, surpassing wealth, The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned; Nor fame nor power nor love nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
עמוד 273 - Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying day, Speeded by my sweet pipings.
עמוד 269 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion.
עמוד 262 - A pard-like Spirit beautiful and swift — A love in desolation masked — a power Girt round with weakness ; it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour. It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly : on a cheek The life can burn in blood even while the heart may break.
עמוד 273 - And the nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns And the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did then attend and follow, Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo, With envy of my sweet pipings. I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the daedal Earth, And of Heaven, and the Giant Wars, And Love, and Death, and Birth...
עמוד 187 - To the mind's purified beings; 'twas the ground Where early Love his Psyche's zone unbound, And hallowed it with loveliness: 'tis lone, And wonderful, and deep, and hath a sound, And sense, and sight of sweetness; here the Rhone Hath spread himself a couch, the Alps have rear'da throne.
עמוד 262 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
עמוד 269 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
עמוד 273 - I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.