Ludwig Tieck

Ludwig Tieck

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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck The Pictures — 3 (1822)

If only no new and worse barbarism had arisen to supply its place! cried Eulenböck, purpling deep with wine, as he threw a fiery glance at the stranger. I never cease to regret that in our days the language of a genuine connoisseur is scarcely any longer to be heard; enthusiasm drowns the voice of judgment; and yet nothing is so instructive for the artist as a conversation with a genuine lover of the arts, to inform and animate him, though it is an advantage which for years together he may not be fortunate enough to enjoy.
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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck The Pictures — 3 (1822)

Your dislike, said Dietrich, carries with it the picture's best praise. Is not then all that tempts man a spectre, only wrapped in the alluring form of beauty, or arming itself with an empty show of horror? May it not be thought that a representation like this has acquired in these latter days a double import? This temptation comes to all who are not quite conscious what their hearts are made of; but in that holy man we see the steady and pure eye, which is raised above fear, and has been long enough acquainted with the real invisible beauty to spurn horrour and trivial desire.
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Portrait of Ludwig Tieck Ludwig Tieck The Pictures — 3 (1822)

Early habituated to the intoxication of passion, they seek the same in wedlock, and despise the necessary duties of ordinary life, renew their love-tricks at every turn in reiterated variations which have constantly less and less of novelty, and so are lost in worthlessness and self-delusion.
— Very bitter, but true, said the Unknown, with a thoughtful air.
— It is with this as with all bitters, whispered Sophia, they fall too heavy on the palate; one cannot rightly distinguish whether it is a taste, or whether it only deadens all taste; such things are of course true for one who likes them.
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