Westward empire : $b or, the great drama of human progressMagoon, Elias Lyman
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Westward empire : $b or, the great drama of human progress
Magoon, Elias Lyman
Civilization, Western
When Greece fell, there were but three superior artists, Lysippus the
sculptor, Apelles the painter, and Pyrgoteles the gem-engraver. The
first introduced a new style of art, which foretokened the age already
begun. He made his figures larger than life, and the huge instead of
the beautiful followed evermore, till the empire of force had in turn
perished. A hundred colossi of the sun arose in the single island of
Rhodes, the most famous of which, by Chares of Lindus, was completed
B.C. 280. The imposing group of Dirce and the Bull, executed by artists
born at Tralles, is another expression of that time. But the most
significant symbol of the Augustan age and its spirit is that famous
work made by three Rhodian sculptors, the Laocoon. It was probably
executed about the time of Titus, as Pliny first saw it in the palace
of that emperor, and referred to it as a novelty. In that group,
violent action and intense suffering are shown in the same instant
simultaneously; we pity the younger son, tremblingly hope for the
elder, and despair of all three as that horrid shriek rings from the
distorted mouth of the father, maddened by agony into a forgetfulness
of his own offspring writhing with him in serpent-folds, and fatally
crushed by the meshes of a living net. What the transcendent statue by
Phidias was to the majestic Jupiter of Homer, the sculptured Laocoon
was to the description by Virgil, but in a very inferior degree. From
the time the haughty dwellers on mount Capitoline had been obliged to
adopt old Etruscan statues to perpetuate their own historical events,
the Romans never excelled in noble art. It was a characteristic fact,
that Clodius, after the banishment of Cicero, on the ruins of his
palace dedicated to Liberty a statue which in its primary use had
represented a Bœotian courtesan. To the end, that rough race never
possessed the enlightened eyes, purged of their blinding film, like
those of Diomed, to discern the fine texture of celestial forms, or to
admire their charms.
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