human
of Venice. His love of fire and of the imagery of flame has one of its sources in his love of light. Verona emerges from the gloom of the past as
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He sees the
human
the
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And, like most painters of the glow of light, he throws a peculiar intensity into his glooms. When he paints a dark night, as in _Pan and Luna_, the blackness is a solid jelly-like thing that can be cut. And even night itself falls short of the pitchy gloom that precedes the Eastern vision, breaking in despair
human
as the gloom of Saul's tent discovers within it
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the sustaining tent-pole, and then Saul himself
human
I never grow tired of sunrises,