Essays in History and ArtW. Blackwood and sons, 1862 - 526 páginas |
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... seen from the ex- position there given of the peculiar modes of land - tenure which have existed in India from immemorial time . R. H. P. DECEMBER 26 , 1861 . CONTENTS COLOUR IN NATURE AND ART . REAL AND IDEAL vi PREFACE .
... seen from the ex- position there given of the peculiar modes of land - tenure which have existed in India from immemorial time . R. H. P. DECEMBER 26 , 1861 . CONTENTS COLOUR IN NATURE AND ART . REAL AND IDEAL vi PREFACE .
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Robert Hogarth Patterson. ESSAYS IN HISTORY AND ART COLOUR IN NATURE AND ART NATURE is no mere utilitarian . The so - called utility which regards only the lower half of human nature - which cares for bodily wants and pecuniary profits ...
Robert Hogarth Patterson. ESSAYS IN HISTORY AND ART COLOUR IN NATURE AND ART NATURE is no mere utilitarian . The so - called utility which regards only the lower half of human nature - which cares for bodily wants and pecuniary profits ...
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... nature's own planting , are full of beauty , —bright and sweet with the hawthorn , the sweetbriar , and the honeysuckle . Hill and valley meet each other by picturesque gradation ; brooks and rivers leap and run in courses which please ...
... nature's own planting , are full of beauty , —bright and sweet with the hawthorn , the sweetbriar , and the honeysuckle . Hill and valley meet each other by picturesque gradation ; brooks and rivers leap and run in courses which please ...
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... Nature puts on for our gratification . It is in such complete harmony with our visual sense , that - like musical harmony also , when long continued - its sweetness fails to impress us if not broken at times by a discord . But suppose ...
... Nature puts on for our gratification . It is in such complete harmony with our visual sense , that - like musical harmony also , when long continued - its sweetness fails to impress us if not broken at times by a discord . But suppose ...
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... to Shakespeare , he is a perfect Alpine valley , he is full of flowers ; they spring , and blossom , and wave in every cleft of his mind . Witness the Midsummer Night's Dream . Even Milton , cold , serene , 4 COLOUR IN NATURE AND ART .
... to Shakespeare , he is a perfect Alpine valley , he is full of flowers ; they spring , and blossom , and wave in every cleft of his mind . Witness the Midsummer Night's Dream . Even Milton , cold , serene , 4 COLOUR IN NATURE AND ART .
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Página 195 - ... a sum of not less than one lac of rupees in each year shall be set apart and applied to the revival and improvement of literature and the encouragement of the learned Natives of India, and for the introduction and promotion of a knowledge of the sciences among the inhabitants of the British Territories in India...
Página 362 - Ave Maria ! blessed be the hour ! The time, the clime, the spot, where I so oft Have felt that moment in its fullest power Sink o'er the earth so beautiful and soft, While swung the deep bell in the distant tower. Or the faint dying day-hymn stole aloft, And not a breath crept through the rosy air, And yet the forest leaves seem'd stirr'd with prayer.