Rupert Bunny, Pastoral, 1893 Winds of May, that dance on the sea, dancing a ring-around in glee from furrow to furrow, while overhead the foam flies up to be garlanded, in silvery arches spanning the air, saw you my true love anywhere? Welladay! Welladay! For the winds of May! Love is unhappy when love is away! Brezze di maggio, danzanti sul mare!Via che …
Pierre Auguste Cot, Springtime, 1873 Strephon kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day. Strephon mi ha baciata a primavera, Robin in autunno, ma Colin mi ha guardata soltanto …
Arthur Lemon, The wooing of Daphnis, 1881 I scarce believe my love to be so pure As I had thought it was, Because it doth endure Vicissitude, and season, as the grass; Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore My love was infinite, if spring make’ it more. But if medicine, love, which cures …
Maximilian Lenz, A world, 1899 Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with tears,hither I come to seek the spring,and at mine eyes, and at mine ears,receive such balms as else cure every thing. But O ! self-traitor, I do bringthe spider Love, which transubstantiates all,and can convert manna to gall;and that this place may thoroughly be thoughttrue paradise, …
Solomon Joseph Solomon, The Judgement of Paris, 1891 Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree. The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass, The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls, But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous In the blest Nirvana of eternal light! Go to the good heart that is my husband, Who broods …
Viktor Vasnetsov, Snow maiden, 1899 Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree— The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now And deck thee …
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