Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings

Carl Fredrik Aagard paintings
Caravaggio paintings Accordingly, he soon reached an open plat of turf, on the opposite side of which a rock, rising abruptly from a gently sloping plain, offered its gray anAt eve, within yon studious nook,I ope my brass-embossed book,Portray’d with many a holy deedOf martyrs crown’d with heavenly meed;Then, as my taper waxes dim,Chant, ere I sleep, my measured hymn.Who but would cast his pomp away,
To take my staff and amice gray,And to the world’s tumultuous stage,Prefer the peaceful Hermitage? –Warton.–
Notwithstanding the prescription of the genial hermit, with which his guest willingly complied, he found it no easy matter to bring the harp to harmony.
“Methinks, holy father,” said he, “the instrument wants one string, and the rest have been somewhat misused.”d weather-beaten front to the traveller. Ivy mantled its