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NEO-CLASSICISM ROMANTICISM REALISM. The Lictors Bringing Brutus the Bodies of His Sons , Jacques-Louis David, 1789. Moonrise Over the Sea , Caspar David Friedrich, 1821. The Gleaners , Jean-Francois Millet, 1857. Let Power or Knowledge, Gold or Glory, please,
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The Lictors Bringing Brutus the Bodies of His Sons, Jacques-Louis David, 1789
Let Power or Knowledge, Gold or Glory, please, Or (oft more strong than all) the love of ease; Through life it is followed, even at life’s expense; The merchant’s toil, the sage’s indolence, The monk’s humility, the hero’s pride, All, all alike, find Reason on their side.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? Books! ‘tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! How blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless— Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
The four colliers had spread themselves out, one above the other, to cover the whole coal-face. Each one occupied about four meters of the seam, and there were hooked planks between them to catch the coal as it fell. The seam was so thin, hardly more than fifty centimeters through at this point that they were flattened between roof and wall, dragging themselves along by their knees and elbows, unable to turn without grazing their shoulders. In order to get at the coal, they had to lie on one side with twisted neck, arms above their heads, and wield their short-handled picks slantways.
An Essay on Man, Alexander Pope, 1733 Let Power or Knowledge, Gold or Glory, please, Or (oft more strong than all) the love of ease; Through life it is followed, even at life’s expense; The merchant’s toil, the sage’s indolence, The monk’s humility, the hero’s pride, All, all alike, find Reason on their side.
From The Tables Turned, William Wordsworth, 1798 Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? Books! ‘tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! How blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless— Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
Germinal by Emile Zola • The four colliers had spread themselves out, one above the other, to cover the whole coal-face. Each one occupied about four meters of the seam, and there were hooked planks between them to catch the coal as it fell. The seam was so thin, hardly more than fifty centimeters through at this point that they were flattened between roof and wall, dragging themselves along by their knees and elbows, unable to turn without grazing their shoulders. In order to get at the coal, they had to lie on one side with twisted neck, arms above their heads, and wield their short-handled picks slantways.
