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... . THE ALTER EGO- ( 1 ) CECIL TO REGINALD 152 XV . THE Alter Ego- ( 2 ) REGINALD TO CECIL ... 163 XVI . DUALISM IN ART . II ..... 178 988 XVII . MY LORD THE EPILOGUE ... 188 THE HIGHER LIFE IN ART . T I. MY LADY xiv CONTENTS .
... . THE ALTER EGO- ( 1 ) CECIL TO REGINALD 152 XV . THE Alter Ego- ( 2 ) REGINALD TO CECIL ... 163 XVI . DUALISM IN ART . II ..... 178 988 XVII . MY LORD THE EPILOGUE ... 188 THE HIGHER LIFE IN ART . T I. MY LADY xiv CONTENTS .
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... with Shakespeare , and measure the great- ness and depth of human passion - with Milton , and witness the array of battle and the Captain of the Lord's Host - with Raphael , and we shall look 60 THE HIGHER LIFE IN ART .
... with Shakespeare , and measure the great- ness and depth of human passion - with Milton , and witness the array of battle and the Captain of the Lord's Host - with Raphael , and we shall look 60 THE HIGHER LIFE IN ART .
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Sir Wyke Bayliss. Lord's Host - with Raphael , and we shall look into the faces of the saints of God - with Turner , and we shall see skies of purple and gold , whose sunsets shall make us dream of the golden gates of Heaven . This is ...
Sir Wyke Bayliss. Lord's Host - with Raphael , and we shall look into the faces of the saints of God - with Turner , and we shall see skies of purple and gold , whose sunsets shall make us dream of the golden gates of Heaven . This is ...
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... Lord Lindsay , Sir Charles Eastlake , and more recently Messrs . Crowe and Caval- caselle have told us everything perhaps that is to be told about it . * So that however greatly critics may differ in their opinions as to its authorship ...
... Lord Lindsay , Sir Charles Eastlake , and more recently Messrs . Crowe and Caval- caselle have told us everything perhaps that is to be told about it . * So that however greatly critics may differ in their opinions as to its authorship ...
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... Lord Lindsay's identification of this figure , and the action is curiously common and meaningless . It may have meant that meditative theology is essentially a writer , not a preacher . " XII . DOGMATIC THEOLOGY . After action , and ...
... Lord Lindsay's identification of this figure , and the action is curiously common and meaningless . It may have meant that meditative theology is essentially a writer , not a preacher . " XII . DOGMATIC THEOLOGY . After action , and ...
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