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admiration afterwards Albert Goodwin Alps architecture artists beautiful Brantwood Carlyle CHAPTER Church College colour Coniston criticism Denmark Hill Deucalion drawing early Edinburgh editions Allen Elder England engraving father feeling friends gave geology give Gothic Gothic architecture Greek Guild hand Herne Hill honour hope illustrated interest Italy J. M. W. Turner John Ruskin labour lady landscape later lecture letters London look masters mind Miss Modern Painters morning mother mountains Museum National Gallery nature never Notes Old Road Oxford painting paper poems poetry Præterita Pre-Raphaelite printed Professor Proserpina published readers reprinted Rossetti seemed Seven Lamps sketch Smith Society Stones of Venice style teaching things thought Tintoret Titian took tour Turner Unto this Last Verona verse volume wanted writing written wrote young
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131 psl. - Turner their example, as his latest are to be their object of emulation, should go to nature in all singleness of heart, and walk with her laboriously and trustingly, having no other thoughts but how best to penetrate her meaning, and remember her instruction, rejecting nothing, selecting nothing, and scorning nothing; believing all things to be right and good, and rejoicing always in the truth.
79 psl. - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things : — We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
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248 psl. - Thy Father has written for thee." "Come, wander with me," she said, "Into regions yet untrod; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
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