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Identifier: americanartamer01mont (find matches)
Title: American art and American art collections; essays on artistic subjects
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Montgomery, Walter
Subjects: Art Artists Art
Publisher: Boston, E.W. Walker & co
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
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Deronda and his Mother, Drawn by Freer. I like your silence, it the more shows off Your wonder: But yet speak, —first, you, my liege. Comes it not something near ? Leontes. Her natural posture ! - Chide me, dear stone ; that I may say indeed,Thou art Hermione : or, rather, thou art she,In thy not chiding; for she was as tenderAs infancy and grace. — But yet, Paulina,Hermione was not so much wrinkled, nothingSo aged, as this seems. 204 AMERICAN ART Polixenes. O, not by much. Paulitia. So much the more our carvers excellence;Which lets go by some sixteen years and makes herAs she livd now. Leontes. As now she might have done, So much to my good comfort, as it isNow piercing to my soul. O, thus she stood,Even with such life of majesty (warm life,As now it coldly stands), when first I wood her!
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Deronda and Mirah. Drawn by Freer. I am ashamd : does not the stone rebuke meFor being more stone than it ? — O royal piece,Theres magic in thy majesty, which hasMy evils conjurd to remembrance, andFrom thy admiring daughter took the spirits,Standing like stone with thee ! Perdita. And give me leave; And do not say t is superstition, thatI kneel and then implore her blessing. — Lady,Dear queen, that ended when I but began,Give me that hand of yours to kiss. Paulina. O, patience! The statue is but newly fixd, the colour sNot dry. AMERICAN ART 20; Camillo. My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on,Which sixteen winters cannot blow away,So many summers dry : scarce any joyDid ever so long live ; no sorrowBut killd itself much sooner. Polixenes. Dear my brother, Let him that was the cause of this have powerTo take off so much of grief from you as heWill piece up in himself.

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