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Amelie, who was unable to look into the room, the door being closed, was afraid to stay longer; she was satisfied with having heard the opening of the garret door, and departed noiselessly. "Fear nothing," said the painter to the officer. "Mademoiselle is the daughter of a most faithful friend of the Emperor, the Baron di Piombo."

To him is certainly due the general composition, with its superb lines, its beautiful curves, its majestic and dignified postures, its charming sunset background, to him is certainly due the splendid chiaroscuro and magic colour-chord; but it becomes a question whether some of the detail was not actually finished by Giorgione's pupil, Sebastiano del Piombo.

"Ginevra Piombo does not pass her word and break it," she replied. "I am your daughter." "She is right," said the baroness. "We are sent into the world to marry." "Do you encourage her in disobedience?" said the baron to his wife, who, terrified by the word, now changed to marble. "Refusing to obey an unjust order is not disobedience," said Ginevra.

The claims of Palma himself, Pellegrino da San Daniele, Cariani and Sebastiano del Piombo, have all found protagonists among modern critics.

This picture is "The Resurrection of Lazarus," by Fra Sebastiano del Piombo, with the assistance, it is conjectured, of Michael Angelo. Angerstein's art treasures were to be seen until his death in his house in Pall Mall, where the Reform Club now stands. The Frenchmen, of whom Coleridge's friend. See the Biographia Literaria, 1847 ed., Vol. II., pp. 126-127. "Guzman de Alfarache."

Pons was of the opinion of Chenavard, the print-collector, who laid it down as an axiom that you only fully enjoy the pleasure of looking at your Ruysdael, Hobbema, Holbein, Raphael, Murillo, Greuze, Sebastian del Piombo, Giorgione, Albrecht Durer, or what not, when you have paid less than sixty francs for your picture. Pons never gave more than a hundred francs for any purchase.

Luigi has revealed to me the world of sentiments. I may, perhaps, have seen faces more beautiful than his, but none has ever charmed me thus; I may have heard voices no, no, never any so melodious! Luigi loves me; he will be my husband." "Never," said Piombo. "I would rather see you in your coffin, Ginevra."

Goldoni's Autobiography is not a very entertaining work, but it is told with the engaging minuteness which seems to have been a Venetian trait. The church of S. Bartolommeo contains altar pieces by Giorgione's pupil, Sebastian del Piombo, but there is no light by which to see them. It was in this campo that Mr.

"Perhaps she has a child and cannot suckle it; her milk is dried up!" said the mother, in accents of despair. "Let her come! let her come to me!" cried Piombo. "Oh! my precious child, thou hast conquered me." The mother rose as if to fetch her daughter. At that instant the door opened noisily, and a man, whose face no longer bore the semblance of humanity, stood suddenly before them. "Dead!

The certainty of some impending change in the feelings of father and daughter gave to the worn and weary face of the baroness an expression of terror. "Ginevra, you love the enemy of your family," said Piombo, at last, not daring to look at his daughter. "That is true," she replied. "You must choose between us. Our vendetta is a part of our being.

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