Ruskin and the Religion of BeautyGeorge Allen, 1899 - 301 psl. |
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... labour to the machine level ; but so long as men work as men , putting their heart into what they do , and doing their best , it matters not how bad workmen they may be , there will be that in the handling which is above all price . It ...
... labour to the machine level ; but so long as men work as men , putting their heart into what they do , and doing their best , it matters not how bad workmen they may be , there will be that in the handling which is above all price . It ...
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... labour in decorative work ; but that the only permitted motive power of machinery is by natural power of wind or water ( electricity , perhaps , not in future refused ) ; but steam absolutely refused , as a cruel and furious waste of ...
... labour in decorative work ; but that the only permitted motive power of machinery is by natural power of wind or water ( electricity , perhaps , not in future refused ) ; but steam absolutely refused , as a cruel and furious waste of ...
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... labour by building a little port on the lake with some of his disciples in the intervals of translating Xenophon , and by repair- ing with his pupils at Oxford a road near Hinksey . No laughter deterred these strange road - makers who ...
... labour by building a little port on the lake with some of his disciples in the intervals of translating Xenophon , and by repair- ing with his pupils at Oxford a road near Hinksey . No laughter deterred these strange road - makers who ...
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... Labour , " as in M. Béraud's picture of La Salle Graffard , but of a day of peace and joy and bright garments , when no socialistic creeds are proclaimed but the gospel of Nature , whose first- fruits gathered in spring are due to the ...
... Labour , " as in M. Béraud's picture of La Salle Graffard , but of a day of peace and joy and bright garments , when no socialistic creeds are proclaimed but the gospel of Nature , whose first- fruits gathered in spring are due to the ...
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... labour stayed and comforted . But now I can pray no longer . You have taken my God away from me , and I know not where you have laid Him . " By a strange chance it was at the most acute moment of this perpetual but unavowed torture that ...
... labour stayed and comforted . But now I can pray no longer . You have taken my God away from me , and I know not where you have laid Him . " By a strange chance it was at the most acute moment of this perpetual but unavowed torture that ...
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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.