Who is John Ruskin

John Ruskin (8 February 1819 – 20 January 1900) was an English writer, philosopher, art critic and polymath of the Victorian era. He wrote on subjects as varied as geology, architecture, myth, ornithology, literature, education, botany and political economy.

Ruskin's writing styles and literary forms were equally varied. He wrote essays and treatises, poetry and lectures, travel guides and manuals, letters and even a fairy tale. He also made detailed sketches and paintings of rocks, plants, birds, landscapes, architectural structures and ornamentation. The elaborate style that characterised his earliest writing on art gave way in time to plainer language designed to communicate his ideas more effectively. In all of his writing, he emphasised the connections between nature, art a...
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John Ruskin Poems

  • Trust Thou Thy Love
    Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet?
    Trust thou thy Love: if she be mute, is she not pure?
    Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet;
    Fail, Sun and Breath!-yet, for thy peace, She shall endure....
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Breath 1 Love 1 Peace 1 Sun 1 Trust 1 I Love You 1 Soul 1 Sweet 1 Pure 1 Endure 1


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Shoningram72: check out john ruskin.the crown of wild olive.hb 1906.four lectures on industry and war
Mariachaachaa: "the purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most." -john ruskin the stones of venice
Ramonsomoza1: an infinitude of tenderness is the chief gift and inheritance of all truly great men. john ruskin
Kalawingriver: "give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back." john ruskin
Typode: john ruskin strains to see deeply into the leaves of a tree, until vision surrenders to mystery and imagination:
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