Excerpt from George Frederick Watts, Sandro Botticelli, Matthew Arnold<br><br>Thou art the love, celestial, seeking still The soul beneath the form; the serene will The wisdom, of whose deeps the sages dream The unseen beauty that doth faintly gleam In stars, and flowers, and waters where they roll; The unheard music whose faint echoes even Make whosoever hears a homesick soul Thereafter, till he follow it to heaven.<br><br>Mr. Watts gives us the strength and majesty of the human figure, but alwaysthe soul is there with a strenuousness of purpose even in his lightest fancies if it be only Bacchus Eating Grapes or the little God in Good luck to Your Fishing.<br><br>There is an old saying If you want to resemble the ancients, do not copy them, and this is true of Watts. He is always original even if we can well discover who his master was - as we can plainly see that Botticelli was the master of Burne Jones - and still, the latter is intensely original in idea and expression. Burne Jones reminds us of that galaxy of artists, the Pre4 Raphaelites, that worked for beauty and sentiment and with whom Watts was for a short time identified, but never really one of them, except in friendship.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.