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| Anonymous French Artist Sheet of Studies 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Study of Antique Vases 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Apparition of Hercules awakening sleeping Warrior 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Observer cowering as Man burns in Bed 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Apollo and Hyacinth 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Achilles battling Rivers Scamander and Simoise 18th century drawing, with watercolor Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Achilles dragging the Body of Hector past the Deathbed of Patroclus 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Wrestlers in the Courtyard of a Palace 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Study for the God Mercury 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Scene with Classical Ruins 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Landscape with Figure seated on a Bridge 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Landscape with Hunter 18th century drawing Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Landscape with Ruinous Tower on Stone Bridge 18th century drawing, with watercolor Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Procession approaching Castel Sant'Angelo, Rome 18th century drawing, with watercolor Musée du Louvre |
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| Anonymous French Artist Antiquities Galleries at the Louvre 18th century drawing, with watercolor Musée du Louvre |
Venus of the Louvre
Down the long hall she glistens like a star,
The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone,
Yet none the less immortal, breathing on.
Time's brutal hand hath maimed but could not mar.
When first the enthralled enchantress from afar
Dazzled mine eyes, I saw her not alone,
Serenely poised on her world-worshipped throne,
As when she guided once her dove-drawn car, –
But at her feet a pale, death-stricken Jew,
Her life adorer, sobbed farewell to love.
Here Heine wept! Here still he weeps anew,
Nor ever shall his shadow lift or move,
While mourns one ardent heart, one poet-brain,
For vanished Hellas and Hebraic pain.
– Emma Lazarus (1887)