Paris Bordone, Allegory with Mars, Venus, Flora and Cupid, 1560 ca The flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world’s delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. Virtue, how frail it is! Friendship how rare! Love, how it sells poor …
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Auguste Raynaud, Night, 1886 ca Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of lightspeed thee in thy fiery flight,in what cavern of the nightwill thy pinions close now?Tell me, Moon, thou pale and gray pilgrim of Heaven’s homeless way,in what depth of night or dayseekest thou repose now?Weary Wind, who wanderestlike the world’s rejected guest, hast thou still …
Sandro Botticelli, Spring, 1478 Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory – odours, when sweet violets sicken, live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, are heap’d for the beloved’s bed; and so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, love itself shall slumber on. La musica, quando le …
Edward Robert Hughes, Night with her train of stars, 1912 At the creation of the Earth pleasure, that divinest birth, from the soil of Heaven did rise, wrapped in sweet wild melodies – like an exhalation wreathing to the sound of air low-breathing through Aeolian pines, which make a shade and shelter to the lake …
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Thomas Moran, Sunset at sea, 1906 Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woeare brackish with the salt of human tears!Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flowclaspest the limits of mortality,and sick of prey, yet howling on for more,vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;treacherous in calm, …
Giuseppe Pietro Bagetti, Notturno con effetto di luna, 1825 ca And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky East, A white and shapeless mass. E come una dama morente che …
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