Identifier: florenceinpoetry00ryan (find matches)
Title: Florence in poetry, history and art
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Ryan, Sara Agnes
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Publisher: Chicago, Mayer and Miller Co.
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ng, hold,—as it the seed might be Wherefrom the living Gospel shall expand. One of Andreas finest easel pictures is in theUffizi, The Madonna with the Harpies, so calledbecause of the harpies on the pedestal, in whichhe placed his own portrait as St. John, and hiswifes as the Blessed Lady, of course. He was soenamoured of his wife, who was of inferior char-acter, however, that he could never paint a pic-ture without having in it her portrait, and whenFrancis I of France invited him to Paris towork for him, his wife Lucrezia, for a merewhim, wrote him to return to Florence, andwhen he did so, caused him to squander themoney the king gave for his return to completehis contract, to the kings great disgust. That was one instance only of the detrimentshe was to his artistic advancement and to hisart, forcing him to rush through his work, forthe money in it which she craved. Robert Browning, through the mouth of An-drea del Sarto, speaking to his wife, in a poemof the same name, says: 250
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St. John The BaptistPitti Gallery Andrea del Sarto Andrea del Sarto. Ah, but a mans reach should exceed his grasp,Or whats a heaven for? All is silver-grayPlacid and perfect with my art: the worse! l;p 4r 4r W 4r Yonders a work now, of that famous youthThe Urbinate who died five years ago.(Tis copied, George Vasari sent it me.)Well, I can fancy how he did it all,Pouring his soul, with kings and popes to see,Reaching, that heaven might so replenish him,Above and through his art—for it gives way:That arm is wrongly put—and there again—A fault to pardon in the drawings lines,Its body, so to speak: its soul is right,He means right—that, a child may understand.Still, what an arm! and I could alter it!But all the play, the insight and the stretch—Out of me, out of me! And wherefore out!Had you enjoined them on me, given me soul,We might have risen to Raphael, I and you! Had the mouth there urgedGod and the glory! never care for gain—The present by the future what is that?Live fo

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