The Works of Jonathan Richardson: Containing I. The Theory of Painting. II. Essay on the Art of Criticism, (so Far as it Relates to Painting). III. The Science of a Connoisseur
T. and J. Egerton ... J. Debrett ... R. Faulder and W. Miller ... J. Cuthell ... J. Barker ... and E. Jeffery, 1792 - 287 Seiten
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Seite 233 - Said then the omnific Word, your discord end. Nor stay'd ; but, on the wings of cherubim Uplifted, in paternal glory rode Far into Chaos and the world unborn ; For Chaos heard his voice. Him all his train Follow'd in bright procession to behold Creation, and the wonders of his might.
Seite 216 - Urania, and fit audience find, though few-. But drive far off the barbarous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers, the race Of that wild rout that tore the Thracian bard In Rhodope, where woods and rocks had ears To rapture, till the savage clamour drown'd Both harp and voice ; nor could the muse defend Her son.
Seite 233 - Present, and of his presence many a sign Still following thee, still compassing thee round With goodness and paternal love, his face Express, and of his steps the track divine.
Seite 240 - ... in life and death, expiring in the arms of one of the greatest princes of that age, Francis I., king of France, who loved him as a friend. Another is of...
Seite 110 - Rolled inward, and a spacious gap disclosed Into the wasteful Deep. The monstrous sight Struck them with horror backward, but far worse Urged them behind; headlong themselves they threw Down from the verge of Heaven; eternal wrath Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.
Seite 204 - To whom thus Adam fervently replied : " O Woman ! best are all things as the will Of God ordain'd them; his creating hand Nothing imperfect or deficient left Of all that he created: much less man, Or aught that might his happy state secure, Secure from outward force; within himself The danger lies, yet lies within his power: Against his will, he can receive no harm...
Seite 181 - Cleveland and the swarm of liars that nuzzle in the mud, or sling arrows from ambush, may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, and my right hand forget its cunning.
Seite 19 - It is amiss as it is, but would have been worse any other way, as it frequently happens in other cases. Raphael, therefore, wisely chose this lesser inconvenience, this seeming error, which he knew the judicious would know was none, and for the rest he was above being solicitous for his reputation with them. So that, upon the whole, this is so far from being a fault, that it is an instance of the consummate judgment of that...
Seite 40 - ... the ornaments and back-ground proper to it; every part of the portrait, and all about it muft be expreffive of the man, and have a refemblance as well as the features of the face.
Seite 218 - go from thy fpirit ? or whither fhall I flee from " thy prefence ? If I afcend up into heaven thou * * art there. If I make my bed in hell, behold thou " art there. If I take the wings of the morning, " and dwell in the uttermoft parts of the fea ; " even there fhall thy hand lead me, and thy right " hand fhall hold me. 1? I fay, Surely the dark" nefs fhall cover me : even the night fhall be