Lifting

Heinrich Nauen
The Good Samaritan
1914
gouache on paper, mounted on canvas
Museum Ludwig, Cologne

Anonymous French Artist
Soldier lifting Dead Comrade
17th century
drawing
(after Milvian Bridge fresco of Raphael and Giulio Romano)
Städel Museum, Frankfurt

Benoît-Louis Prévost after Jean Jouvenet
Figures Groupées
ca. 1760
engraving
Wellcome Collection, London

Master of the Saint Vitus Legend
St Vitus lifted into Oven
ca. 1470-80
tempera on panel
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Anonymous German Artist
Theseus discovering his Father's Weapons
ca. 1780
woodcut (excised from printed book)
Herzog August Bibliothek, Wulfenbüttel

Andrea Mantegna
David with the Head of Goliath
ca. 1490-95
tempera on panel
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Jules-Claude Ziegler
Judith with the Head of Holofernes
1847
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon

Giovanni Battista Mercati
Salome receiving the Head of John the Baptist
1626
etching
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Einar Forseth
Cellini's Perseus in Florence
1920
drawing
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Albrecht Dürer
Standard Bearer
ca. 1501
engraving
Kunsthaus Zürich

Jacob Smies
Académie (Trumpeter)
1803
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Jacob van der Smissen
Painter with Parasol
ca. 1775
watercolor on paper
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Joseph Werner the Younger
Amazon with Winged Helmet
1675
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Martin Schongauer
One of the Wise Virgins
(Biblical parable)
ca. 1470-80
engraving
Graphische Sammlung, ETH Zürich

Dosso Dossi
Learned Man of Antiquity
ca. 1540
oil on canvas
(painted to be viewed from below)
Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia

Eugène Jansson
Athletes
1912
oil on canvas
Prins Eugens Waldemarsudde, Stockholm

Demo and Methymna when they heard that Euphron, the frenzied devotee at the triennial festivals of Hera, was dead, refused to live longer, and made of their long knitted girdles nooses for their necks, to hang themselves.

Let not this, Philaenis, weigh on thy heart, that the earth in which it was thy fate to lie is not beside the Nile, but that thou art laid in this tomb at Eleutherna. From no matter where, the road is the same to Hades. 

Who ever canst thou be? Whose poor bones are these that remain exposed beside the road in a coffin half open to the light, the mean tomb and monument ever scraped by the axle and wheel of the traveller's coach? Soon the carriages will crush thy ribs, poor wretch, and none to shed a tear for thee.

I, the stone coffin that contains the head of Heraclitus, was once a rounded and unworn cylinder, but Time has worn me like the shingle, for I lie in the road, the highway for all sorts and conditions of men. I announce to mortals, although I have no stele, that I hold the divine dog who used to bark at the commons.

The gravestone heavy with grief says "Death has carried away short-lived little Theodota," and the little one says again to her father, "Theodotus, cease to grieve; mortals are often unfortunate."

Not yet had thy hair been cut, Cleodicus, nor had the moon yet driven her chariot for thrice twelve periods across the heavens, when Nicasis thy mother and thy father Periclitus, on the brink of thy lamented tomb, poor child, wailed much over thy coffin. In unknown Acheron, Cleodicus, shalt thou bloom in a youth that never, never may return here. 

– from Book VI (Sepulchral Epigrams) of the Greek Anthology, translated and edited by W.R. Paton (1917)