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https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.68745#0050
TINTORETTO
around him, he beheld his great creations arise in dreams, in
which stood those little cardboard houses, where by the gleaming
wax-tapers, he puzzled out the lights and shadows of a Nativity
or a Deposition ;—where he and that bright-faced, lissome boy,
who was really Marietta, discussed designs and criticized and
decided on the finishing touches to a new altarpiece, before they
carried it out to try its effect in some neighbouring church.
From these windows he could look across the little piazza at the
old church he had decorated, and could hear the same bells chiming
as they chime to-day. Through the courtyard and over the
bridge he passed often to work or to attend mass in the vast
church, and how constantly he must have strolled in at its ever-
open door, to look at his canvases and to plan some addition; and
under the carved doorway he was borne for the last time, when
the busy hand and brain were at length stilled for ever.
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around him, he beheld his great creations arise in dreams, in
which stood those little cardboard houses, where by the gleaming
wax-tapers, he puzzled out the lights and shadows of a Nativity
or a Deposition ;—where he and that bright-faced, lissome boy,
who was really Marietta, discussed designs and criticized and
decided on the finishing touches to a new altarpiece, before they
carried it out to try its effect in some neighbouring church.
From these windows he could look across the little piazza at the
old church he had decorated, and could hear the same bells chiming
as they chime to-day. Through the courtyard and over the
bridge he passed often to work or to attend mass in the vast
church, and how constantly he must have strolled in at its ever-
open door, to look at his canvases and to plan some addition; and
under the carved doorway he was borne for the last time, when
the busy hand and brain were at length stilled for ever.
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