...often-quoted passage in his ' Ten o'clock ' with a sympathy not due to the words alone : ' And when evening mist clothes the river-side with poetry, as...themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become canpanili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and...

...as the Infanta's hoops to Velasquez. He discloses the city at a time, to use his own perfect words, "when the evening mist clothes the riverside with...buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the warehouses are palaces in the dusk, and the whole city hangs in the heavens." Because these delicate...

...London "the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanile, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the...hangs in the heavens and fairy-land is before us." That is the Gospel of the Wonder of Work. Though I never studied under Whistler — never was his pupil...

...can be as noble as the other, as Whistler proved, when he showed for the first time how in London " the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become campanile, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens and...

...the sake of seeing, is, with the mass, alone the one to be gratified, hence the delight in detail. And when the evening mist clothes the riverside with...themselves in the dim sky, and the tall chimneys become companili, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city hangs in the heavens, and...

...the ordinary way with cold water. A. FEEBLE SMITH. WHEN the evening's mist clothes tne river's side with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, the tall chimneys become campanile, and the warehouses are palaces in the night, and the whole city...

...seen, the meanest buildings, the tall chimneys, and the warehouses, might be campanili and palaces — "the whole city hangs in the heavens and fairyland is before us." And to get back to my " Woodbridge Quay " — knowing that it is full of faults and recognising that...

...material, earthly, circumstantial, drops away, leaving the very spirit of Nature. In his own words, "when the evening mist clothes the riverside with...the heavens, and fairy-land is before us — then . . . Nature, who, for once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son...

...suggestion as of solidity and antiquity; that poet1c time of twilight, " when," as Mr. Whistler puts it. become campanili, and the warehouses are palaces in...hangs in the heavens, and fairyland is before us." At night, the scene changes: the vast Embankment shines with lamps all a-glitter, and behind them the...

...spirit ojU^aturf^ In^ his own words, "when the evening mist clothes the riverside with poetry, as with poor buildings lose themselves in the dim sky, and...the heavens, and fairy-land is before us — then . . . Natjirp, wj^jpr once, has sung in tune, sings her exquisite song to the artist alone, her son...