Meissonier, his life and his art . A COKNEU IN MlilSSONIEK S STUDIO. people, the workman, all would have their place. . Or, the death-chamber, and by the bedside a singk; grand figure, that of France,motionless, overwhelmed with grief, looking down at him, beforecrowning him. You remember that cry of Vive la Republique, when his funeralcar passed through the streets. It burst out, swelling like a long-breath, like a mighty sigh, the sonorous echo of which died awayonly to rise again. MEMORIES 329 Lik(; Lamartlnc, whose poetry was the delight of my young days,I have loved Nature. Like him, I ha
Meissonier, his life and his art . A COKNEU IN MlilSSONIEK S STUDIO. people, the workman, all would have their place. . Or, the death-chamber, and by the bedside a singk; grand figure, that of France,motionless, overwhelmed with grief, looking down at him, beforecrowning him. You remember that cry of Vive la Republique, when his funeralcar passed through the streets. It burst out, swelling like a long-breath, like a mighty sigh, the sonorous echo of which died awayonly to rise again. MEMORIES 329 Lik(; Lamartlnc, whose poetry was the delight of my young days,I have loved Nature. Like him, I have worshipped the sky, themountains, and the woods, in solitude. Light is so beautiful! Natureis so fair ! It is such a joy to admire them ! Oh ! the dazzling goldenglory of the forest! How exquisite the earth is! How I long to fillup the time before me, too short, alas! with innumerable pictures IOh ! to live on !. MFDALLION OF MEISSONIER BY CHAPLAIN (Mus^e du Luxembourg.) u u VIII LAST YEARS
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