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| Anonymous French Artist Two Girls with a Basket of Roses 1675 oil on canvas Musée des Augustins de Toulouse |
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| François de Troy Portrait of Prince James Francis Edward Stuart (later known as the Old Pretender) ca. 1698 oil on canvas Traquair House, Innerleithen, Scotland |
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| Jean-Marc Nattier Portrait of Madame Crozat de Thiers and her Daughter 1733 oil on canvas Indianapolis Museum of Art |
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| Robert Tournières Portrait of Monsieur de Saint-Cannat and his Sons ca. 1740 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Marseille |
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| François Boucher Conspiracy of Cupids ca. 1740-50 oil on canvas Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| François Boucher Cupids Dancing ca. 1740-50 oil on canvas Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Jean-Marc Nattier Portrait of Marie Zéphirine de France ca. 1751 oil on canvas Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence |
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| François Gérard Portrait of painter Jean-Baptiste Isabey with his daughter Alexandrine 1795 oil on canvas Musée du Louvre |
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| Robert Lefèvre Portrait of Mother and Son ca. 1810 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Marseille |
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| Jean-Léon Gérôme Two Peasant Women with a Baby 1849 oil on canvas Musée d'Orsay, Paris |
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| Jean-Léon Gérôme Two Peasant Women with a Baby (detail) 1849 oil on canvas Musée d'Orsay, Paris |
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| Pierre Puvis de Chavannes Young Mother 1887 oil on canvas Musée d'Orsay, Paris |
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| William Adolphe Bouguereau Cupid with Butterfly 1891 oil on canvas Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Maurice Denis The Crown of Daisies ca. 1905-1906 oil on canvas Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
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| Carolus-Duran Portrait of Michel, son of Georges Feydeau 1905 oil on canvas Palais des Beaux-Arts de Lille |
Kore in Hades
I came, yes, dear, dear
Mother, for you I came, so I remember,
To lie in your warm
Bed, to watch the wonder flame
Burning golden gentle and bright the light of the living.
With you I ran
To see the roadside green
Leaves and small cool bindweed flowers
Living rejoicing to proclaim
We are, we are manifold, in multitude
We come, we are near and far,
Past and future innumerable we are yours
We are you. I listened
To the sweet bird whose song is for ever,
I was the little girl of the one mother.
World you wove me to please a child
Yet its texture was thinner than light, fleeter
Than flame that burned while it seemed
Leaves and flowers and garden world without end.
Bright those faces closed and were over.
Here and now is over, the garden
Lost from time, its sun and moon
Mother, daughter, daughter, mother, never
Is come; there is nothing, nothing for ever.
– Kathleen Raine (1961)