Ambrose, the Sculptor: An Autobiography of Artist Life, Nide 1

Smith, Elder, & Company, 1854

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Sivu iii - Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm : for love is strong as death ; jealousy is cruel as the grave : the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame...
Sivu 221 - It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tossed upon the sea; a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle, and the adventures thereof below : but no pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage ground of truth (a hill not to be commanded, and where the air is always clear and serene), and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below:" so always, that this prospect be with pity, and not with swelling or pride.
Sivu 221 - ... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below:" so always, that this prospect be with pity, and not with swelling or pride. Certainly it is heaven upon earth to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in Providence, and turn upon the poles of truth.
Sivu 66 - Quell' angelico, altero, e dolce volto, II freddo sangue intorno al core accolto Lascia senza color la faccia mia : Poi mirando la sua, mi par si pia, Ch'io prendo ardire, e torna il valor tolto Amor ne
Sivu 66 - Away! away! thou speakest to me of things which in all my endless life I have found not, and shall not find." The same fluency may be observed in every work of the plastic arts. The statue is then beautiful, when it begins to be incomprehensible, when it is passing out of criticism, and can no longer be...
Sivu 57 - Liker to heaven then mortall wretchednesse : Therefore the winged god, to let men weet That here on earth is no sure happinesse, A thousand sowres hath tempred with one sweet, To make it seeme more deare and dainty, as is meet.
Sivu 1 - Great men have been among us," though they be rare. Have we not had a Flaxman ? but the artist must choose where he will worship. He cannot serve God and Mammon. That man of genius who thinks he can tamper with his glorious gifts, and for a season indulge in social excesses, stoop from his high calling to the dregs of earth, abandon himself to the stream of common life, and trust to his native powers to bring him up again ; — O, believe it, he plays a desperate game ! — one that in nearly ninety-nine...
Sivu 174 - Oval cheeks encolored faintly, Which a trail of golden hair Keeps from fading off to air: And a forehead fair and saintly, Which two blue eyes undershine, Like meek prayers before a shrine. Face and figure of a child, — Though too calm, you think, and tender, For the childhood you would lend her.
Sivu 278 - Thou noble soul, Teach me, if thou art nearer God than I ! My life was a long dream ; when I awoke, Duty stood like an angel in my path, And seemed so terrible, I could have turned Into my yesterdays, and wandered back To distant childhood, and gone out to God By the gate of birth, not death.
Sivu 174 - Quiet talk she liketh best, In a bower of gentle looks, Watering flowers or reading books. And her voice, it murmurs lowly, As a silver stream may run, Which yet feels, you feel, the sun.

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