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...girls with hats something less than the circumference of the earth, and with market baskets in their hands. No, Rembrandt, we cannot follow you; you loved nature, but it was a vulgar nature. The English are bad also, especially Turner; he is too landscapy. If I had only a head to paint, I might take the Florentines as masters, but I must give Antigone the rest of herself as well as a head. Only Venice and Athens remain; which shall it be? I will make a compromise by taking color and chiaroscuro from Titian, form from the Greeks...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: DE PICTURA. | 11/26/1880 | See Source »

...posts and was waiting there for Fill-full to kick the ball to him, so that he could get a touch-down, - a very pretty little play which our fellows constantly employ with great effect, - but the minute Blazes discovered him, he rushed at him, grabbed him by the head, almost breaking the poor fellow's neck, and threw him back on side as if he had been a dead...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: LETTER | 11/26/1880 | See Source »

...fiendish, yellowy glare. Pale, paler than the snow beneath our feet he grew as he saw the bristly gray hide shoo : over my doublet and hose, while my belt, unclasped and clothed with a bushy gray hair, fell down behind. "Sainte Vierge" he cried, his eyeballs starting from his head, as he tried to flee. "Madelon," I snarled, as I leapt after him, "Madelo-o-o-o-o-n;" and my gay gray comrades answered from the forest, "O-o-o-o-n," as they sprang out from the dark shadows; he tried to draw his knife, but my sharp...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A NIGHTMARE. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »

...resumed my oars, and, by way of experiment, was pulling straight out into this ocean so typical of life, when I gradually ceased to be much elated over the result of my eclaircissements, and in fact didn't care much about Amy or myself or anybody else. My head began to whirl and ache, and with every pitch of the boat I longed to get to land somewhere, though it was on the bottom; and rather preferred the latter place. Amy looked at me in a frightened sort of a way, and wanted to know if I felt well...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: COUSINING. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »

...broke a peeler's head...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE SKELETON IN KNICKERBOCKERS. | 10/29/1880 | See Source »