Dante Gabriel Rossetti: A Record and a StudyMacmillan and Company, 1882 - 432 psl. |
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... possessed both an awe and a fascination for the young Rossettis , especially for the impressible Gabriel , who many years later wrought partly from imagination and partly from memory the tragic dramatic poem A Last Confession . It is a ...
... possessed both an awe and a fascination for the young Rossettis , especially for the impressible Gabriel , who many years later wrought partly from imagination and partly from memory the tragic dramatic poem A Last Confession . It is a ...
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... possession of the family ; but on leaving , at least as a regular student , Mr. Madox Brown's studio for one leased in Cleveland Street , in fellowship with Mr. Holman Hunt , he began the often - referred - to paint- ing which has more ...
... possession of the family ; but on leaving , at least as a regular student , Mr. Madox Brown's studio for one leased in Cleveland Street , in fellowship with Mr. Holman Hunt , he began the often - referred - to paint- ing which has more ...
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... possession of him , but this only in so far as con- cerns poetry ; the statements in several press and other notices that he abandoned creative work of all kinds for a lengthened period being very far from the truth , as a glance at the ...
... possession of him , but this only in so far as con- cerns poetry ; the statements in several press and other notices that he abandoned creative work of all kinds for a lengthened period being very far from the truth , as a glance at the ...
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... possessed with a new purpose - talents such as had not been exercised in art since Albert Dürer , and a purpose vital with truth and throbbing with the pulse of ardent and lofty endeavour . Their choice of designation could not be said ...
... possessed with a new purpose - talents such as had not been exercised in art since Albert Dürer , and a purpose vital with truth and throbbing with the pulse of ardent and lofty endeavour . Their choice of designation could not be said ...
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... possessed no other virtue than that of protestation , served a good purpose in art ; and if it be true , as it is , that the term no longer embraces a specific body of artists , none the less the influence of the protest was not ...
... possessed no other virtue than that of protestation , served a good purpose in art ; and if it be true , as it is , that the term no longer embraces a specific body of artists , none the less the influence of the protest was not ...
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