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Victorian art is copious. Victorian novels are huge, Victorian poems go on and on, Matthew Arnold feels the compulsion to stuff the Scholar Gypsy (which has enough matter in it for a slim and delicate lyric) with every flower that ever grew in the English countryside, Victorian architecture is covered in ornament, Victorian painting is about defining every hair of a model's head, every thread in a garment, and Victorian stained glass is so full of carefully drawn detail it darkens the buildings it's supposed to light...
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I should also be tempted to except the Pre-Raphaelites. Yes, I know the style is terribly overwrought and oh so full of itself, but still.
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I waver on the Pre-Raphaelites. My admiration for Ford Madox Brown is unequivocal, I like some of Millais, some of Rossetti. Hunt can be frightful, but there's no denying the power of "The Scapegoat".
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