ORFEO: TO SIGNORINA GIULIA RAVOGLI. I. ང. NELLA TRISTA VALLE. Dark-headed Poet, wanderer of the lute, Rapture at finding her, when thou dost throw CHE FARÒ SENZ' EURYDICE? Thou bendest o'er the spouse, whom thou hast sped Thy cloak across the couch, and then at last, III. EURYDICE, RESPICE. Thy lady dies of thy forbidden gaze, And thou art in thy loneness; then how vain It is for thee to live! Lie down again, And let thy heart break, while in new, strange ways So would'st thou, so thou dost; thou canst not feign, DEL DOLOR L'ORA E VENUTA. The Thracian women could not bear thy wail, Thy sighs for one re-iterated name; They dashed thy lyre from thee, they dashed thy frame To pieces! Ah, not so would we prevail, Though wrathfully we dote on thee, thou pale MICHAEL FIELD. NOTE UPON THE PICTURE OF Sir Joshua Reynolds, in his fourth discourse, has drawn a very judicious distinction between the ornamental, and the grand, manners of painting. Since the time of Reynolds, there has entered into the art of Europe a method of design, which stands in a more violent contrast to these, than they to one another. Sir Joshua sought only to distinguish between the manners of certain Venetian, and Roman, painters: between the manner of Tintoret, for example, and the manner of Raphael. He was concerned only with the Attic and the Asiatic in art, to use the language of a writer of our own time; but we have to consider, in addition to these, the Corinthian manner. This is the manner of our age; our writings, our pictures, our music, our buildings, every where demonstrate it. In its architecture, the artistic spirit of an age is always most clearly shown and in our own architecture, we see how the proportion and due relation of the parts, with all the qualities, which are requisite for erudite composition, and of the value of which even the medieval builders were conscious, are by us ignored, or mistaken. The art of architecture, as we popularly understand it to-day, is the art of accumulating the greatest amount of detail in every available space. Is this, then, a true indication of the nature of our art: and are its finest, its esoteric, productions but Asiatic at the best; not Attic; not, as Sir Joshua would have expressed it, in the grand manner? But the Attic, and the grand, manners, you interrupt, these are not convertible expressions. Surely a distinction is to be drawn between them; a real, and important, distinction. Is not the Attic manner natural and human; while the grand manner, as elaborated in the Roman School, but a series of effete conventions? And did not these moribund conventions occupy the last century, to the exclusion of all natural feeling: and did not the effort to be free of them, lead to what pleased to call the Corinthian, in modern art? Perhaps that is so it is, at least, the current and popular notion. But we are yet conscious of that reaction from the influences of you are |