Footnote 121:
Iliad xviii. 509–540.
Footnote 122:
See Appendix, note 41.
Footnote 123:
Phocic. cap. xxv.-xxxi.
Footnote 124:
See Appendix, note 42.
Footnote 125:
Betrachtungen über die Malerei, p. 185.
Footnote 126:
Written in 1763.
Footnote 127:
“She was a woman right beautiful, with fine eyebrows, of clearest
complexion, beautiful cheeks; comely, with large, full eyes, with
snow-white skin, quick-glancing, graceful; a grove filled with graces,
fair-armed, voluptuous, breathing beauty undisguised. The complexion
fair, the cheek rosy, the countenance pleasing, the eye blooming; a
beauty unartificial, untinted, of its natural color, adding brightness
to the brightest cherry, as if one should dye ivory with resplendent
purple. Her neck long, of dazzling whiteness; whence she was called
the swan-born, beautiful Helen.”
Footnote 128:
See Appendix, note 43.
Footnote 129:
Orlando Furioso, canto vii. st. 11–15.
Her shape is of such perfect symmetry,
As best to feign the industrious painter knows;
With long and knotted tresses; to the eye
Not yellow gold with brighter lustre glows.
Upon her tender cheek the mingled dye
Is scattered of the lily and the rose.
Like ivory smooth, the forehead gay and round
Fills up the space and forms a fitting bound.
Two black and slender arches rise above
Two clear black eyes, say suns of radiant light,
Which ever softly beam and slowly move;
Round these appears to sport in frolic flight,
Hence scattering all his shafts, the little Love,
And seems to plunder hearts in open sight.
Thence, through ’mid visage, does the nose descend,
Where envy finds not blemish to amend.
As if between two vales, which softly curl,
The mouth with vermeil tint is seen to glow;
Within are strung two rows of orient pearl,
Which her delicious lips shut up or show,
Of force to melt the heart of any churl,
However rude, hence courteous accents flow;
And here that gentle smile receives its birth,
Which opes at will a paradise on earth.
Like milk the bosom, and the neck of snow;
Round is the neck, and full and round the breast;
Where, fresh and firm, two ivory apples grow,
Which rise and fall, as, to the margin pressed
By pleasant breeze, the billows come and go.
Not prying Argus could discern the rest.
Yet might the observing eye of things concealed
Conjecture safely from the charms revealed.
To all her arms a just proportion bear,
And a white hand is oftentimes descried,
Which narrow is and somedeal long, and where
No knot appears nor vein is signified.
For finish of that stately shape and rare,
A foot, neat, short, and round beneath is spied.
Angelic visions, creatures of the sky,
Concealed beneath no covering veil can lie.