The imaginative writer, on the other hand, as he has never pierced to the heart,
so he can never touch it: if he has to paint a passion, here members the external signs of it, he collects expressions of it from other writers, he
searches for similes, he composes, exaggerates, heaps term on term, figure on
figure, till we groan beneath the cold, disjointed heap; but it is all faggot
and no fire, the life breath is not in it,painting for sale, his passion has the form of the
Leviathan, but it never makes the deep boil, he fastens us all at anchor in the
scaly rind of it, our sympathies remain as idle as a painted ship upon a painted
ocean.
And that virtue of originality that men so strain after, is not newness, as
they vainly think, (there is nothing new,) it is only genuineness; it all
depends on this single glorious faculty of getting to the spring of things and
working out from that; it is the coolness, and clearness, and deliciousness of
the water fresh from the fountain head, opposed to the thick, hot, unrefreshing
drainage from other men's meadows. abstract oil paintings for sale
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