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| Philippe-Jacques van Brée The First Pose (The Artist's Studio in Rome) 1833 oil on canvas private collection |
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| Jenaro Pérez Villaamil Explosion of a Locomotive ca. 1843 oil on canvas Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes, Buenos Aires |
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| Samuel Prout The Wreck of the Dutton, an East Indiaman ca. 1815 oil on panel Yale Center for British Art |
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| Gabriele Smargiassi Study of Rocks at Cava de' Tirreni ca. 1820-50 oil on canvas Banco Commerciale Italiana, Naples |
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| John Linnell Noah on the Eve of the Flood 1848 oil on canvas Cleveland Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Francesco Hayez Rinaldo and Armida (scene from Gerusalemme Liberata by Torquato Tasso) ca. 1812-13 oil on canvas Gallerie dell' Accademia, Venice |
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| Theodor von Holst Bertalda assailed by Spirits (scene from Undine by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué) ca. 1830 oil on canvas Tate Britain |
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| Theodor von Holst Bertalda frightened by Apparitions (scene from Undine by Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué) ca. 1840 oil on canvas The Wilson, Cheltenham, Gloucestershire |
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| François-Joseph Navez Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert 1820 oil on canvas Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts, Brussels |
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| John Pettie Hunted Down 1877 oil on canvas Hospitalfield House, Arbroath, Scotland |
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| Henry Jones Thaddeus The Wounded Poacher 1881 oil on canvas National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin |
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| Giuseppe Collignon Death of Lucretia 1833 oil on canvas Pinacoteca Foresiana di Portoferraio, Isle of Elba |
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| Charles Robert Leslie The Toilette ca. 1849 oil on panel Victoria & Albert Museum, London |
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| Philippe-Jacques van Brée Gentile Bellini at the Court of Mehmet II in Constantinople ca. 1840 oil on panel private collection |
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| Eduard Gaertner View of the Opera and Unter den Linden, Berlin 1845 oil on canvas Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza, Madrid |
Burial Song
My body ran on its legs and waved its hands,
Dug holes, cracked wood. It leaped into water,
Leaped out again, made fire, flinched from fire.
It climbed over rocks and hurried from one place to another
And came back to its beginning, aiming its empty ears
and eyes into the four mouths of the wind.
My body carried another body into the woods,
Forgot itself, found itself, lost itself.
Now it lies still. Children may tease it with sticks
Or women call to it, laughing behind their fingers,
Or men challenge it with their proud crowing,
But it wants nothing from them and will not move.
Its hands stay where they belong – together –
Its eyes shut, its heels not rising or dragging,
And its mouth keeping a cold council.
My body has stopped. Now yours will go forward,
But mine will stay in this Now, exactly here.
Tomorrow it will seem far behind you.
Though you squint till you weep, you will not see it
Nor will Hawk from the edge of his cloud
Nor will Owl see it in this different darkness.
Yet it will lie in wait for you to remember
Like a dream stiffened with danger.
– David Wagoner (1978)