. St. Nicholas [serial] . ere possible,there is but a flash of time in which the artist cansee what he is trying to reproduce, and yet thisfigure is so life-like that it seems, when one looksat it, as if it would be safer to stand so that thequoit shall not hit him as it flies. Besides the Discobolus, there are several other works attributedto Myron ; they are : a copy in marble of his statue of Marsyas, inthe Lateran at Rome ; a torso, restored as a son of Niobe, in thegallery at Florence ; the torso of an Endymion, in same gallery ; afigure restored and called Diomed; and a bronze in the gal
. St. Nicholas [serial] . ere possible,there is but a flash of time in which the artist cansee what he is trying to reproduce, and yet thisfigure is so life-like that it seems, when one looksat it, as if it would be safer to stand so that thequoit shall not hit him as it flies. Besides the Discobolus, there are several other works attributedto Myron ; they are : a copy in marble of his statue of Marsyas, inthe Lateran at Rome ; a torso, restored as a son of Niobe, in thegallery at Florence ; the torso of an Endymion, in same gallery ; afigure restored and called Diomed; and a bronze in the gallery atMunich. t88i.] HANDEL. 193 HANDEL. By Margaret Johnson. And, in melting, minor measures, Into silence , what skillful, rapt musician, In the lonely room apart,Thus made glad the somber midnight With his wondrous art ? From the moon, now bright, now hiddenIn the clouds that crossed her way, Through the misty garret-windowShot a slender ray,— Glanced upon an ancient spinet,Oer whose keys, with dust defiled,. Bare and cold the garret chamber, Gloomy with its shadows dim;Hung with dusty, drooping cobwebs, Drapery weird and loud the loosened casement. Bleak the night-wind rose and fell;In the pauses of its wailing Tolled the midnight bell. Suddenly, from out the shadows Of the old, deserted room,Came a strain of faintest music Through the ghostly howled the wind, and stronger Swelled the strain, exultingly,Till there rolled among the rafters Waves of melody. While the night grew still to listen,Soft and slow the music sighed, Vol. VIII.—i* Ran the eager, dainty fingersOf a little child ! Boy, in after years the master Of all mighty harmonies,With a more than childish rapture In thy lifted eyes,—Surely, in the garret chamber, Dim with shadowy mystery,While the world slept in the midnight, Angels talked with thee ! i94 HOW THE ARISTOCRATS SAILED AWAY. [January, HOW THE ARISTOCRATS SAILED AWAY. (A Sequel to Tfte Floating Prince in St. Nic
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