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Title: History of art
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Faure, Elie, 1873-1937 Pach, Walter, 1883-1958
Subjects: Art
Publisher: New York and London : Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: PIMS - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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hich is within men and women and which causes themto prostrate themselves around the dead hero that is intheir hands as they support the bloodless head and thebroken feet and arms; it spreads like a steady lightover earth and heaven which become tranquil roundabout Him. No one before Giotto, not even those whohad turned to woman to speak their farewell throughher, no one had ever quite grasped her role in theinner life of humanity, no one had ever seen her thusforever surrounded by passion, ceaselessly torn bymaternity and by love, and crucified at all times.Never had anyone said that she, unlike the living godsthat we nail to the cross, has not the consolation ofpride, that she allows herself to be tortured, and yetdoes not lose faith in her executioners, who are her sonsand the fathers of her sons, and that she asks of themno other recompense than the right to suffer for them.The world had not yet observed all that there is in aface where the eyes are hollow under the agonized lines
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Simone Martini. Calvary, detail. (Spanish Chapel, Florence.) 412 MEDIEVAL ART of the brow, in a head that rests on two knotted hands,or in the gesture of two outstretched arms. This workis the greatest dramatic poem in the history of painting.It is not to be described, it is not to be explained, it isnot to be evoked, it must be Hved through. One musthave seen, at Assisi, how those burning harmoniescause the shadows to tremble, one must have seen theheaps of murdered children, the mothers who die orsupplicate or gaze at the little limp body across theirknees, one must have seen the soldiers who look likebutchers. And in Florence, one must have seen thefriends of Francis who bow over his death under thewave of sorrow of the last moments. At Padua, onemust have seen the kneeling women, those who opentheir arms and those whose clasped hands make acradle for the divine corpse, and the Christ amongthe hideous men who insult Him, and the men whosuffer and the ones who pray and the ones who

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