Francesco Guardi, Il Ridotto (The Foyer), 1755 Our story’s noble as its tragic like the grimace of a tyrant no drama’s chance or magic no detail that’s indifferent makes our great love pathetic And Thomas de Quincey drinking Opiate poison sweet and chaste Of his poor Anne went dreaming We pass we pass since all …
Konstantin Somov, Masquerade, 1902 Brushed by the shadows of the deadOn the grass where day expiresColumbine strips bare admires her body in the pond insteadA charlatan of twilight formedBoasts of the tricks to be performedThe sky without a stain unmarredIs studded with the milk-white starsFrom the boards pale HarlequinFirst salutes the spectatorsSorcerers from BohemiaFairies sundry …
John Atkinson Grimshaw, Autumn Regrets, 1882 I am bound to the King of the Sign of AutumnParting I love the fruits I detest the flowersI regret every one of the kisses that I’ve givenSuch a bitter walnut tells his grief to the showersMy Autumn eternal O my spiritual seasonThe hands of lost lovers juggle with …
George Frederic Watts, Hope, 1886 Under Mirabeau Bridge the river slips awayAnd loversMust I be remindedJoy came always after pain The night is a clock chimingThe days go by not I We’re face to face and hand in handWhile under the bridgesOf embrace expireEternal tired tidal eyes The night is a clock chimingThe days go …
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