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Updated: May 15, 2025


Watts or of Sir Edward Burne-Jones, that they have put, in 'Love and Death' or in 'Love among the Ruins, what we might have expected from poetry, but could hardly have thought possible in painting.

"Wonderful yes! with a lot of wonderful things in him which haven't come out!" declared Harrington, "and which never will come out, I fear! He turns night into day too often. Oh, he's clever! I grant you all that but he hasn't a resolute will or a great mind, like Watts or Burne-Jones or any of the fellows who served their art nobly he's a selfish sort of chap!"

The picture seemed to them also a combination of many things, or rather of attempts at many things Burne-Jones' mystical colour the rustic character of a Bastien-Lepage or a Millet with the jewelled detail of a fourteenth-century Florentine, so wonderful were the harebells in the foreground, the lichened rocks, the dabbled fleece of the lamb: but they realised that it was a combination that only a remarkable talent could have achieved.

Then he had been tempted by the English pre-Raphaelites, and a fine copy of the famous 'Song of Love', by Burne-Jones, attested that reaction on the side of an art more subtle, more impressed by that poetry which professional painters treat scornfully as literary. But Lincoln was too vigorous for the languors of such an ideal, and he quickly turned to other teachings.

It was the one thing that the modern Pre-raphaelites could not imitate in the real Pre-raphaelites. Burne-Jones could never recover the deep levity of the Middle Ages. In the old Christian pictures the sky over every figure is like a blue or gold parachute. Every figure seems ready to fly up and float about in the heavens.

It puts one in good spirits. It's just as though one were rich, and made a thousand pounds. I daresay" she looked, awestruck, at the Burne-Jones sketch "that's worth our whole income. But we're very happy. We never fret. Lydia and Susy both help in the housework. And I make their blouses." "How clever of you!

Oh, I see; drawing Francie, who sits as stiff as a Saint of Burne-Jones! Well, I'll have an eye to them! Vera! Have you finished Rudder Grange?" "Not quite. I can't make out who Lord Edward was." "Why, the big dog! Did you think he was Pomona's hero?" "I don't know. Wasn't Pomona very silly?"

And a nice mess man has made of it, turning night into day and heating his rooms in the summer. The London Season, not Winter, Mr. Cowper, is the true "Ruler of the Inverted Year." The Academy has survived Mr. Burne-Jones' desertion of his old associates, as it would survive art itself. I for one should regret its disappearance.

We feel we belong here more than over there sometimes, I'm afraid," Mrs. Slifer laughed swiftly and deprecatingly. "My girls are so often taken for English girls, the Burne-Jones type you know.

The Morris designs for wall-paper, tapestry, cretonnes and carpets are now the property of the world, but to say just which is a William Morris design and which a Burne-Jones is an impossibility, for these two strong men worked together as one being with two heads and four hands.

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