DOI Heft:
No. 62 (May, 1898)
DOI Artikel:MacColl, D. S.: The paintings on silk of Charles Conder
DOI Artikel:Townsend, Charles Harrison: "Cliff Towers": a house on the Devonshire coast, by C. Harrison Townsend
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.18391#0264
A House on the Devonshire Coast
has promised. Only everything must corroborate.
"We heed the whisper of the spy who returns with
the wine stain upon his hands and the song in his
mouth; we ignore the statistics of those "who
have toiled all day in the vineyard, and never
found the grapes."
What song the Sirens sang may admit of con-
jecture but is a superfluous inquiry. Give the
score of it to a singer whose lifelong art is the
attempt to disinfect his voice, and should we have
to stop our ears for fear of seduction ? But let
that music unmistakable sound, though ever so
faint, and the heart of the galley slave is free of
the despot mood that refuses him his own memo-
ries and desires, he is ranging Elysian meadows and
greeting companions long renounced.
After so many eminent men with their imposing
baggage have occupied these columns, I do not
know what chance a nonchalant dreamer may stand
of being overheard. For the space of his turn he
awaits your pleasure.
D. S. MacColl.
LIFF TOWERS " : A HOUSE SUNDIAL AT " CLIFF TOWERS "
ON THE DEVONSHIRE DESIGNED BY C HARRISON TOWNSEND
COAST. BY C. HARRISON c u. . L „ ,
^rnu7\Tcr\Trv for a world "where nothing is but all thin srs seem,
TOWNSEND. yy , 8 , ° '
a world where no client troubles, and—better still
The projet beloved by the French —where no sordid questions of cost arise to disturb
architect, and by not a few English ones, is adapted its eternal calm. But man is a conditioned creature,
! w ■ mms^ Al l
CM ▼
"cliff towers." entrance fron1
c. HARRISON townsend, architect
239
has promised. Only everything must corroborate.
"We heed the whisper of the spy who returns with
the wine stain upon his hands and the song in his
mouth; we ignore the statistics of those "who
have toiled all day in the vineyard, and never
found the grapes."
What song the Sirens sang may admit of con-
jecture but is a superfluous inquiry. Give the
score of it to a singer whose lifelong art is the
attempt to disinfect his voice, and should we have
to stop our ears for fear of seduction ? But let
that music unmistakable sound, though ever so
faint, and the heart of the galley slave is free of
the despot mood that refuses him his own memo-
ries and desires, he is ranging Elysian meadows and
greeting companions long renounced.
After so many eminent men with their imposing
baggage have occupied these columns, I do not
know what chance a nonchalant dreamer may stand
of being overheard. For the space of his turn he
awaits your pleasure.
D. S. MacColl.
LIFF TOWERS " : A HOUSE SUNDIAL AT " CLIFF TOWERS "
ON THE DEVONSHIRE DESIGNED BY C HARRISON TOWNSEND
COAST. BY C. HARRISON c u. . L „ ,
^rnu7\Tcr\Trv for a world "where nothing is but all thin srs seem,
TOWNSEND. yy , 8 , ° '
a world where no client troubles, and—better still
The projet beloved by the French —where no sordid questions of cost arise to disturb
architect, and by not a few English ones, is adapted its eternal calm. But man is a conditioned creature,
! w ■ mms^ Al l
CM ▼
"cliff towers." entrance fron1
c. HARRISON townsend, architect
239