Ruskin and the Religion of BeautyGeorge Allen, 1899 - 301 psl. |
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... Brantwood redeem the loss of these to me , and when the summer winds have wrecked the wreaths of our wild roses , I am apt to think sorrow- fully of the trailings and climbings of deep purple convolvulus which bloomed full every autumn ...
... Brantwood redeem the loss of these to me , and when the summer winds have wrecked the wreaths of our wild roses , I am apt to think sorrow- fully of the trailings and climbings of deep purple convolvulus which bloomed full every autumn ...
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... Brantwood , his home on Coniston Lake , he devised a very costly reclamation of land in order to entice the peasants away from the toil of towns which degraded while it attracted them . He himself set the example of muscular labour by ...
... Brantwood , his home on Coniston Lake , he devised a very costly reclamation of land in order to entice the peasants away from the toil of towns which degraded while it attracted them . He himself set the example of muscular labour by ...
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... BRANTWOOD , CONISTON , LANCASHIRE , May 19th , 1886 . " SIR , I am scornfully amused at your appeal to me , of all people in the world , the precisely least likely to give you a farthing . My first word to all men and boys who care to ...
... BRANTWOOD , CONISTON , LANCASHIRE , May 19th , 1886 . " SIR , I am scornfully amused at your appeal to me , of all people in the world , the precisely least likely to give you a farthing . My first word to all men and boys who care to ...
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... Brantwood , was in need of money and asked for an advance . Ruskin gave it and asked him to sign a receipt . Much hesitation and confusion followed this natural request , and at last the workman exclaimed in his own dialect : " Aa mun ...
... Brantwood , was in need of money and asked for an advance . Ruskin gave it and asked him to sign a receipt . Much hesitation and confusion followed this natural request , and at last the workman exclaimed in his own dialect : " Aa mun ...
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... Brantwood is simple , ample , comfortable , adorned with creeping plants but devoid of any exquisiteness of style ; nothing is in bad taste , but nowhere is a symptom of affectation . His simple good - humour and personal modesty have ...
... Brantwood is simple , ample , comfortable , adorned with creeping plants but devoid of any exquisiteness of style ; nothing is in bad taste , but nowhere is a symptom of affectation . His simple good - humour and personal modesty have ...
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115 psl. - ... to teach them rest. No words, that I know of, will say what these mosses are. None are delicate enough, none perfect enough, none rich enough.
124 psl. - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die. All...
100 psl. - Home. And wherever a true wife comes, this home is always round her. The stars only may be over her head; the glowworm in the nightcold grass may be the only fire at her foot: but home is yet wherever she is; and for a noble woman it stretches far round her, better than ceiled with cedar, or painted with vermillion, shedding its quiet light far, for those who else were homeless.
92 psl. - Perhaps there is no more impressive scene on earth than the solitary extent of the Campagna of Rome under evening light. Let the reader imagine himself for a moment withdrawn from the sounds and motion of the living world, and sent forth alone into this wild and wasted plain.
124 psl. - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate. The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
125 psl. - Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
14 psl. - Alps not only the revelation of the beauty of the earth, but the opening of the first page of its volume, — I went down that evening from the garden -terrace of Schaffhausen with my destiny fixed in all of it that was to be sacred and useful.
15 psl. - Lastly : although there was no definite religious sentiment mingled with it, there was a continual perception of Sanctity in the whole of nature, from the slightest thing to the vastest ; — an instinctive awe, mixed with delight ; an indefinable thrill, such as we sometimes imagine to indicate the presence of a disembodied spirit. I could only feel this perfectly when I was alone ; and then it would often make me shiver from head to foot with the joy and fear of it...
106 psl. - ... among her rocks. Patiently, eddy by eddy, the clear green streams wind along their well-known beds; and under the dark quietness of the undisturbed pines, there spring up, year by year, such company of joyful flowers as I know not the like of among all the blessings of the earth. It was spring time, too; and all were coming...
9 psl. - I never had heard my father's or mother's voice once raised in any question with each other; nor seen an angry, or even slightly hurt or offended, glance in the eyes of either. I had never heard a servant scolded; nor even suddenly, passionately, or in any severe manner, blamed.