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Early Greek Sculpture
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The Classic Myths
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The Golden Age of Greek Sculpture
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Roman Sculpture
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Early Christian, Byzantine, Medieval, and Gothic
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The Renaissance
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The Full Renaissance and the Decline
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Modern Sculpture
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Sculpture in America
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A Journey through Sculpture Land
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Front Matter
Preface
In offering this third and last volume of the series
of little books about famous objects of art, for young
readers, the author wishes to express his thanks and
obligations for help and suggestions, to Mr. Newton
Mackintosh of Boston, and to Dr. James P. Haney and
Mrs. Frances W. Marshall of New York, as well as to
the many authors from whose works he has drawn.
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health,
and quiet breathing.
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Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world,
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars . . .
It may be we shalt touch the Happy Isles.
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Sculpture
and painting have an effect to teach us
manners, and abolish hurry.
All
high beauty has a moral element in it, and I find
the antique sculpture as ethical as Marcus Antonius,
and the beauty ever in proportion to the depth of
thought.
A
taste for Sculpture belongs to the best, purest, and
noblest of our enjoyments.
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Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
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Art
helps us to see, and hundreds of people can talk
for one who can think; but thousands can think for one
who can see.
We
ought to acquaint ourselves with the beautiful; we
ought to contemplate it with rapture, and attempt to
raise ourselves up to its height. And in order to gain
strength for that, we must keep ourselves thoroughly
unselfish—we must not make it our own, but rather
seek to communicate it; indeed, to make a sacrifice of
it to those who are dear and precious to us.
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All passes. Art alone
Enduring stays to us;
The bust outlasts the throne,—
The coin, Tiberius.
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