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Then young Randall was a poet. He had won the Newdigate. The subject was Andrea del Sarto, one of my favourite painters il pittore senza errore and his prize poem it had, of course, to be academic in form was excellent. It said just the things about him which Browning somehow missed, and which I had always been impotently wanting to say.
The letter written by our painter to the Marquess in connection with this incident is chiefly remarkable as affording evidence of his too great anxiety to portray the lady without approaching her, relying merely on the portrait, "che fece quel altro pittore della detta Cornelia"; of his unwillingness to proceed to Nuvolara, unless the picture thus done at second hand should require alteration.
Cecilia of Raphael, 'Anch' io son pittore'? or do you intend to limit your ambition, a la Dick Tinto, to the effecting of two liquidations in one by the restoration of tavern-signs?" "Please do not taunt me, Mac, for I am cast down, almost. I have the grandest conception, but the life-touch escapes me.
Anch'io son pittore! I encourage Nick awfully." "It's a pity I'm not a martyr she'd bravely perish with me," Nick said. "You are you're a martyr when people say such odious things!" the girl cried. "They do say them. I've heard many more than I've repeated to you." "It's you yourself then, indignant and loyal, who are the martyr," observed Peter, who wanted greatly to be kind to her.
Boswell, on Jan. 4, wrote to Temple: 'How inconsiderable are both you and I, in comparison with what we used to hope we should be! Yet your learning and your memoirs set you far above the common run of educated men. And Son pittore anche io. I too, in several respects, have attained to superiority.
They went down stairs laughing and chatting; and the Honorable Abel Newt, the worthy exemplar of the purest republican virtues as the resolution stated when it appeared in the next morning's papers was left snoring amidst his constituency of empty decanters and drained glasses. "Signore Pittore! what brings a bird into the barn-yard?" said Lawrence Newt, as Arthur Merlin entered his office.
He cast a sideglance that reeked with hypocrisy at the young scholar. “My dear doctor, you must not look upon me as a poor uncultured yokel,” he said, “anch’ io sono pittore. I have read, among other things, your monograph on the morphogenetic achievements of the original sulcate cell. Listen, man! I take off my hat to that book.
INGENUOUS YOUTH! if, in a constant perusal of the master-writers, you see your own sentiments anticipated if, in the tumult of your mind, as it comes in contact with theirs, new sentiments arise if, sometimes, looking on the public favourite of the hour, you feel that within which prompts you to imagine that you could rival or surpass him if, in meditating on the confessions of every man of genius, for they all have their confessions, you find you have experienced the same sensations from the same circumstances, encountered the same difficulties and overcome them by the same means; then let not your courage be lost in your admiration, but listen to that "still small voice" in your heart which cries with CORREGGIO and with MONTESQUIEU, "Ed io anche son pittore!"
The people of the city always seem to claim Del Sarto as especially their own. He is always nostro pittore, or nostro maestro-and indeed as a master of fresco he never was surpassed. In colouring he was in his way unique; in modelling, original and graceful; while the transparent clearness of his shadows and brilliant blending of tints in the lights render his handling incomparable.
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