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TO A PAINTER

Modern Art falls into three periods, or ‘moments’:—The strictly ‘mediaeval,’ when the object was almost wholly to aid the religious movement which followed the definite establishment of European civilization after the Norman conquests in France, England, and Italy:—The ‘renaisance,’ when the object was partly to replace the Christian cycle of representations by motives taken from Graeco-Roman life and legend, partly to bring landscape and common life within the range of art:—The ‘modern’ (due mainly to the great English painters of the eighteenth century), when the tentative attempts of the previous age were systematized in the distinct aim to extend painting to all subjects, whether belonging to the sphere of man or of nature, which can be represented by the limited powers of Art. It appears obvious that (however the balance may lie between the relative perfection reached in each period), the latter, modern, or English, idea is the only true conception of Art: which, it will be observed, embraces all the preceding aims, while it refuses to assign an exclusive pre-eminence to any of them. Readers who may be interested in the view here set forth will find it treated with more detail in the Quarterly Review for April, 1870; article upon Sir C. Eastlake.

Friend, in whom ancient stems of note,
The Mowbray and Fitzalan, meet,
Who work'd their wills and held their own
Since first the shatter'd English throne
Gave the stern Norman surer seat;
Wild days of castle-buttress'd crag,
And long-roof'd abbey in the dell,
Blue flash of steel-clad war, with gay
Pennons toss'd foam-like o'er the fray,
And woodland visionary cell,
And the fresh face of holy Art:—
—Another task our times pursue

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Than Europe in her youthful age!
Yet from the past our heritage
Descends; we are not wholly new.
Nature and Man, two streams from one,
Feed us with knowledge; and her powers
Pass into us, and brace the mind:
Yet most we owe to what our kind
Has done or thought in earlier hours;
For heart to heart speaks closest, best.
Nor has man higher task than he
Who from old treasures flung away
Creates new beauty for to-day,
And heirlooms for the far to-be.
Then at thy noble function toil,
Thine own, not what the ancients tried;
Let the pure form in clearness grow,
The happy tints contrasting glow,
Till all be fix'd and glorified.

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A narrow field the men of old
With heaven's own hues and forms inlaid;
Their's, the strict end to teach the soul:
Our's, free from outward-set control,
To face all nature, unafraid.
That partial range of perfect skill
Enlarge to fit our wider aim,
And through the pleased eye touch the heart;
Scaling the hard-won heights of Art,
And adding honour to thy name.