If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sunburning, that never looks in his glass for love of an...ything he sees there, let thine eye be thy cook.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court, Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,... Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig On the charge of deserting its sty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A sudden violent jolt of it has been known to stop the victim's watch, snap his suspenders and crack his glass eye right across.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A picture wants solidity, a statue wants colour. But we see the want of colour as a palpably glaring defect, and we do not see the... want of solidity, the effects of which to the spectator are supplied by light and shadow. A picture is as perfect an imitation of nature as is conveyed by a looking-glass; which is all that the eye can require, for it is all it can take in for the time being. A fine picture resembles a real living man; the finest statue in the world can only resemble a man turned to stone. The one is an image, the other a cold abstraction of nature. It leaves out half the visible impression.... It appears to me that sculpture, though not proper to express health or life or motion, accords admirably with the repose of the tomb; and that it cannot be better employed than in arresting the fleeting dust in imperishable forms, and in embodying a lifeless shadow. Painting, on the contrary, from what I have seen of it in Catholic countries, seems to be out of its place on the walls of churches; it has a flat and flimsy effect contrasted with the solidity of the building, and its rich flaunting colours harmonize but ill with solemnity of the surrounding scene.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Do but consider this small dust, here running in the glass, By atoms moved.... Could you believe that this the body was Of one that loved? And in his mistress' flame playing like a fly, Turned to cinders by her eye? Yes, and in death as life unblest, To have't expressed, Even ashes of lovers find no rest.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Vast chain of Being, which from God began, Natures aethereal, human, angel, man,... Beast, bird, fish, insect! what no eye can see, No glass can reach; from Infinite to thee, From thee to Nothing!--LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Like a wild stranger out of wizard-land He dwelt a little with us, and withdrew;... Black and unblossomed were the ways he knew, Dark was the glass through which his fire eye shined.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »