Thomas Moran, Moonlit Shipwreck at Sea, 1901 Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; man marks the earth with ruin; his control stops with the shore; upon the watery plain the wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain a shadow of man’s ravage, save his …
Michael Richard Putz, Orpheus and Eurydice, 1868 There be none of Beauty’s daughterswith a magic like Thee;and like music on the watersis thy sweet voice to me:when, as if its sound were causingthe charmed ocean’s pausing,the waves lie still and gleaming,and the lull’d winds seem dreaming:and the midnight moon is weavingher bright chain o’er the …
Lord Byron – Non c’è figlia della bellezza / There be none of Beauty’s daughters Read More »
Caspar David Friedrich, The evening, 1821 So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for …
Lord Byron – Così più non andremo in giro senza meta Read More »
Jean-Louis Hamon, The night, 1866 She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every …
Lord Byron – Passa radiosa / She Walks in Beauty Read More »
Maxfield Parrish, Romance, 1922 I saw thee weep–the big bright tearCame o’er that eye of blue;And then methought it did appearA violet dropping dew:I saw thee smile–the sapphire’s blazeBeside thee ceased to shine;It could not match the living raysThat filled that glance of thine.As clouds from yonder sun receiveA deep and mellow dye,Which scarce the …
Sidney Harold Meteyard, Hope Comforting Love in Bondage, 1901 When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sank chill on my brow– It felt like the warning Of …
Lord Byron – Quando noi ci lasciammo / When We Two Parted Read More »
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