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... Picture of himself and his Wife , in the Pitti Palace , Florence , which suggested Browning's poem Andrea del Sarto ; of Fra Lippo Lippi's Coronation of the Virgin , in the Accademia delle belle Arti , Florence ( the painting described ...
... Picture of himself and his Wife , in the Pitti Palace , Florence , which suggested Browning's poem Andrea del Sarto ; of Fra Lippo Lippi's Coronation of the Virgin , in the Accademia delle belle Arti , Florence ( the painting described ...
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... Picture of himself and his Wife , in the Pitti Palace , Florence , which suggested Browning's poem Andrea del Sarto ; b . Fra Lippo Lippi's ' Coronation of the Virgin , ' in the Accademia delle belle Arti , Florence ( the paint- ing ...
... Picture of himself and his Wife , in the Pitti Palace , Florence , which suggested Browning's poem Andrea del Sarto ; b . Fra Lippo Lippi's ' Coronation of the Virgin , ' in the Accademia delle belle Arti , Florence ( the paint- ing ...
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... pictures and hang them on the walls , but rather carries them on the retina of his own eyes : we must look deep into his human eyes , to see those pictures on them . He is rather a seer , accordingly , than a fashioner , and what he ...
... pictures and hang them on the walls , but rather carries them on the retina of his own eyes : we must look deep into his human eyes , to see those pictures on them . He is rather a seer , accordingly , than a fashioner , and what he ...
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... picture or the verses .'- R . H. S. The picture of which Maclise painted the whole , not the sky only - is not men- tiond in O'Driscoll's Memoir of Daniel Maclise , R.Á. , 1871 , and cannot have been in the Academy . Browning wrote the ...
... picture or the verses .'- R . H. S. The picture of which Maclise painted the whole , not the sky only - is not men- tiond in O'Driscoll's Memoir of Daniel Maclise , R.Á. , 1871 , and cannot have been in the Academy . Browning wrote the ...
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... Pictures in Florence , ( 82 ) Andrea del Sarto , ( 93 ) The Guardian Angel - a Picture at Fano , ( 98 ) Two in the Campagna , ( 66 ) A Serenade at the Villa , ( 63 ) Any Wife to any Husband , ( 59 ) A Woman's last Word , ( 86 ) In a ...
... Pictures in Florence , ( 82 ) Andrea del Sarto , ( 93 ) The Guardian Angel - a Picture at Fano , ( 98 ) Two in the Campagna , ( 66 ) A Serenade at the Villa , ( 63 ) Any Wife to any Husband , ( 59 ) A Woman's last Word , ( 86 ) In a ...
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˹éÒ 470 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist: Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power, Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
˹éÒ 296 - How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses for ever in joy!
˹éÒ 467 - Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
˹éÒ 405 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
˹éÒ 246 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
˹éÒ 291 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth.
˹éÒ 279 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
˹éÒ 133 - If I stoop Into a dark tremendous sea of cloud, It is but for a time ; I press God's lamp Close to my breast — its splendour, soon or late, Will pierce the gloom : I shall emerge one day ! You understand me ? I have said enough ? Fest.
˹éÒ 404 - No, indeed! for God above Is great to grant, as mighty to make, And creates the love to reward the love: I claim you still, for my own love's sake!
˹éÒ 402 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.