This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...uses of labor are surely done; There remaineth a rest for the people of God: And I have had troubles enough, for-one. "the somewhat ...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...uses of labor are surely done; There remaineth a rest for the people of God: And I have had troubles enough, for-one. "the somewhat petty, ' /! Of finical touch and tempera cpifrMg)--(.... A leant BaldovinettV--Old Pictures in Florence, p. 114 XXIII But at any rate I have loved the season Of Art's spring-birth so dim and dewy; My sculptor is Nicolo, the Pisan, My painter--who but Cimabue? Nor ever was man of them all indeed, From these to Ghiberti and Ghirlandajo, Could say that he missed my critic-meed. So, now to my special grievance--heigh ho! XXIV Their ghosts still stand, as I said before, Watching each fresco flaked and rasped, Blocked up, knocked out, or whitewashed o'er: --No getting again what the church has grasped! The works on the wall must take their chance; "Works never conceded to England's thick clime!" (I hope they prefer their inheritance Of a bucketful of Italian quick-lime.) XXV When they go at length, with such a shaking Of heads o'er the old delusion, sadly Each master his way through the black streets taking, Where many a lost work breathes though badly--Why don't they bethink them of who has merited? Why not reveal, while their pictures dree Such doom, how a captive might be out-ferreted? Why is it they never remember me? XXVI Not that I expect the great Bigordi, Nor Sandro to hear me, chivalric, bellicose; Nor the wronged Lippino; and not a word I Say of a scrap of Fra Angelico's: But are you too fine, Taddeo Gaddi, To grant me a taste of your intonaco, Some Jerome that seeks the heaven with a sad eye? Not a churlish saint, Lorenzo Monaco? XXVII1 Could not the ghost with the close red cap, My Pollajolo, the twice a craftsman, Save me a sample, give me the hap Of a muscular Christ that shows the draughtsman?...
Florence in the Poetry of the Brownings; Being a Selection of the Poems of Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning Which Have to Do with the History the Scenery and the Art of Florence
by Robert Browning
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