Ruskin and the Religion of BeautyGeorge Allen, 1899 - 301 psl. |
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... engraving his drawings , and writers in writing his life though he was yet alive , in expounding his doctrines though he had not done writing them , and in making selection from his works of Ruskiniana , of Birthday - books , of Guides ...
... engraving his drawings , and writers in writing his life though he was yet alive , in expounding his doctrines though he had not done writing them , and in making selection from his works of Ruskiniana , of Birthday - books , of Guides ...
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... or , taking up some new writing of Walter Scott's , or some old piece of Shakespeare , would read it aloud to his wife and son in a rhythmic and impassioned voice . In bygone years night had often found him stooping over engravings.
... or , taking up some new writing of Walter Scott's , or some old piece of Shakespeare , would read it aloud to his wife and son in a rhythmic and impassioned voice . In bygone years night had often found him stooping over engravings.
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Robert de La Sizeranne. bygone years night had often found him stooping over engravings of Prout or Turner , or with maps of Switzerland or Italy open under the lamp , dreaming of journeys not at that time to be accomplished , to the ...
Robert de La Sizeranne. bygone years night had often found him stooping over engravings of Prout or Turner , or with maps of Switzerland or Italy open under the lamp , dreaming of journeys not at that time to be accomplished , to the ...
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... engraving is the art of scratching , he imitates the cat's use of its claws . The audience would howl down any one else , but it feels that here is a man speaking under the influence of an idea , not declaiming but crying aloud a truth ...
... engraving is the art of scratching , he imitates the cat's use of its claws . The audience would howl down any one else , but it feels that here is a man speaking under the influence of an idea , not declaiming but crying aloud a truth ...
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... engraving of the Labyrinth ( Ariadne Florentina ) and sometimes from a poem of Keats ( A Joy for Ever ) . Ruskin himself felt how baffling some of his titles were , and tried to put his readers on the track . In Fors Clavigera - a ...
... engraving of the Labyrinth ( Ariadne Florentina ) and sometimes from a poem of Keats ( A Joy for Ever ) . Ruskin himself felt how baffling some of his titles were , and tried to put his readers on the track . In Fors Clavigera - a ...
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admiration æsthetical æstheticist Alps architecture artist beauty better blossom blue Brantwood CHARING CROSS ROAD charm Claude Lorraine cloth clouds colour Coniston creatures Crown 8vo Crystal Palace decoration disciples draw dream dress Drosida earth Edition engraving eyes Fcap feel flowers Fra Angelico friends garden gilt top Giotto give Greek hand heart heaven Herne Hill hills honour human ideas imagination instinct JOHN RUSKIN labour Lake of Geneva landscape laws Laxey lecture light lilies living London look Master mind Modern Painters mosses mountains museum Nature never once Oxford painting Palace pass passion peace perhaps Photogravure picture picturesque pleasure Præterita pure Queen railroads rich rocks Ruskin Ruskinian Schaffhausen sculpture seems soul speak spirit stones Stones of Venice teach things thought touch tree true truth Ulverstone Venice vols waves wealth whole words workmen write
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