Nollekens and His Times: Comprehending a Life of that Celebrated Sculptor; and Memoirs of Several Contemporary Artists, from the Time of Roubiliac, Hogarth, and Reynolds, to that of Fuseli, Flaxman, and Blake

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Henry Colburn, 1828 - Artists, British - 488 pages
 

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Page 459 - I give you the end of a golden string: Only wind it into a ball, — It will lead you in at Heaven's gate, Built in Jerusalem's wall.
Page 25 - Testator as and for his last Will and Testament in the presence of us who at his request, in his presence and in the presence of each other have hereunto subscribed our names as Witnesses SH Boykin John Bell Jefse H.
Page 457 - He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
Page 246 - And bade to form her infant mind. Stern rugged Nurse ! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore : What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
Page 299 - ... fancy, and a dignity derived from the higher branches, which even those who professed them in a superior manner did not always preserve, when they delineated individual nature. His portraits remind the spectator of the invention of history, and the amenity of landscape. In painting portraits, he appeared not to be raised upon that platform, but to descend to it from a higher sphere.
Page 478 - Round through the vast profundity obscure, And said, Thus far extend, thus far thy bounds, This be thy just circumference, O world.
Page 464 - Hayley received us with his usual brotherly affection. I have begun to work. Felpham is a sweet place for study, because it is more spiritual than London. Heaven opens here on all sides her golden gates ; her windows are not...
Page 456 - Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide! He showed me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow.
Page 109 - Alexander Pope : who, uniting the correctness of judgment to the fire of genius, by the melody and power of his numbers, gave sweetness to sense, and grace to philosophy. He employed the pointed brilliancy of wit, to chastise the vices, and the eloquence of poetry, to exalt the virtues of human nature; and, being without a rival in his own age, imitated and translated, with a spirit equal to the originals, the best poets of antiquity.
Page 458 - For a tear is an intellectual thing, And a sigh is the sword of an angel king, And the bitter groan of the martyr's woe Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow.

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