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Occupations-Painting: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.— POPE — Second Book of Horace. Ep. I. L. 149.
If it is the love of that which your work represents-if, being a landscape painter, it is love of hills and trees that moves you-if, being a figure painter, it is love of human beauty, and human soul that moves you-if, being a flower or animal painter, it is love, and wonder, and delight in petal and in limb that move you, then the Spirit is upon you, and the earth is yours, and the fullness thereof.— RUSKIN — The Two Paths. Lect. I.
Painting with all its technicalities, difficulties, and peculiar ends, is nothing but a noble and expressive language, invaluable as the vehicle of thought, but by itself nothing.— RUSKIN — True and Beautiful.
Painting. Introduction. I will say of it, It tutors nature: artificial strife Lives in these touches, livelier than life.— Shakespeare — Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 36.
Look here, upon this picture, and on this.— Shakespeare — Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 53.
The painting is almost the natural man: For since dishonour traffics with man's nature, He is but outside; pencill'd figures are Ev'n such as they give out.— Shakespeare — Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 157.
What demi-god Hath come so near creation?— Shakespeare — Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. L. 116.
Wrought he not well that painted it? He wrought better that made the painter; and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.— Shakespeare — Timon of Athens. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 200.
With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.— SHELLEY — The Revolt of Islam. Canto V. St. 23.
There is no such thing as a dumb poet or a handless painter. The essence of an artist is that he should be articulate.— SWINBURNE — Essays and Studies.
Matthew Arnold's New Poems. They dropped into the yolk of an egg the milk that flows from the leaf of a young figtree, with which, instead of water, gum or gumdragant, they mixed their last layer of colours.— WALPOLE — Anecdotes of Painting. Vol. I. Ch. 2.
OCCUPATIONS-PERFUMERY. 447 I would I were a painter, for the sake Of a sweet picture, and of her who led, A fitting guide, with reverential tread, Into that mountain mystery.— WHITTIER — Mountain Pictures. No. 2.
Perfumery. In virtue, nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine "incomparable oil," Macassar!— BYRON — Don Juan. Canto I. St. 17.
And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.— COLLEY CIBBER — Richard III. (Altered.) Act V. Sc. 3. L. 44.
I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss gentleman that's all perfume.— COWPER — Conversation. L. 283.
An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger.— MILTON — Samson Agonistes. L. 720.
A stream of rich distill'd perfumes.— MILTON — Comus. 556.
Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Arabie the blest.— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 162.
And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. S.— POPE — The Rape of the Lock. Canto I. L. 134.
And all your courtly civet cats can vent Perfume to you, to me is excrement.— POPE — Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue II. L. 188.
Die of a rose in aromatic pain. น.— POPE — Essay on Man. L. 200.
From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs.— Shakespeare — Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 216.
Hast thou not learn'd me how To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so That our great king himself doth woo me oft For my confections?— Shakespeare — Cymbeline. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 12.
Perfume for a lady's chamber.— Shakespeare — Winter's Tale. Act IV. Sc. 4. L. 225.
So perfumed that The winds were love-sick.— Shakespeare — Antony and Cleopatra. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 198.
Take your paper, too, And let me have them very well perfumed, For she is sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go to.— Shakespeare — Taming of the Shrew. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 151.
The perfumed tincture of the roses.— Shakespeare — Sonnet LIV.
Post (Letters). Belshazzar Lad a letter, — He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall.— EMILY DICKINSON — Poems. XXV.
(Ed. 1891.) Belshazzar had a Letter. The welcome news is in the letter found; The carrier's not commission'd to expound; It speaks itself, and what it does contain, In all things needful to be known, is plain.— DRYDEN — Religio Laici. L. 366.
Every day brings a ship, Every ship brings a word; Well for those who have no fear, Looking seaward well assured That the word the vessel brings Is the word they wish to hear.— EMERSON — Letters.
Thy letter sent to prove me, Inflicts no sense of wrong; No longer wilt thou love me, - Thy letter, though, is long.— HEINE — Book of Songs. New Spring. No. 34.
Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied thought, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.— AARON HILL — Verses Written on a
Window in a Journey to Scotland. An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,- This art of writing billet-doux- In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies.— LEIGH HUNT — Love-Letters Made of
Flowers. Growing one's own choice words and fancies In orange tubs, and beds of pansies; One's sighs and passionate declarations, In odorous rhetoric of carnations.— LEIGH HUNT — Love-Letters Made of