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| Frederic Leighton Portrait of Miss Dorothy Dene 1895 drawing Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
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| Frederic Leighton Samson carrying the Gates ca. 1864 wood-engraving National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
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| Frederic Leighton Death of the Firstborn ca. 1864 wood-engraving National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
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| Frederic Leighton The Spies Escape ca. 1864 wood-engraving National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
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| John La Farge Andromeda 1859 oil on board (sketch) Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
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| John La Farge Apple Blossom in Small Chinese Vase ca. 1879 watercolor and gouache on paper New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
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| John La Farge Autumn Scattering Leaves ca. 1900 watercolor and gouache on paper New Britain Museum of American Art, Connecticut |
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| John La Farge Window with Trompe-l'oeil Curtain 1882-84 leaded opalescent glass Newport Art Museum, Rhode Island |
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| Fernand Léger Composition aux Sujets 1930 oil on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Fernand Léger Illustration to Les Illuminations of Rimbaud 1949 pochoir Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
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| Fernand Léger Illustration to Les Illuminations of Rimbaud 1949 pochoir Art Gallery of Greater Victoria, British Columbia |
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| Fernand Léger Marie the Acrobat 1948 lithograph San Diego Museum of Art |
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| Roy Lichtenstein Cold Shoulder 1963 oil and magna on canvas Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Roy Lichtenstein Figures 1978 lithograph Wichita Art Museum, Kansas |
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| Roy Lichtenstein Guggenheim Poster 1969 screenprint North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh |
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| Roy Lichtenstein Landscape 1967 screenprint combined with C-print Art Institute of Chicago |
from Part Three of The Age of Anxiety
Now they arrive, two and two, east and west, at the hermetic gardens and the sixth stage of their journey is completed. They gaze about them entranced at the massive mildness of these survivals from an age of cypresses and cisterns.
Rosetta says:
How tempting to trespass in these Italian gardens
With their smirk ouches and sweet-smelling borders,
To lean on the low
Parapet of some pursive fountain
And drowse through the unctuous day.
Emble says:
There are special perspectives for speculation,
Random rose-walks, and rustic bridges
Over near canals;
How tempting to trespass in these Italian gardens
With their smirk ouches and sweet-smelling borders,
To lean on the low
Parapet of some pursive fountain
And drowse through the unctuous day.
Emble says:
There are special perspectives for speculation,
Random rose-walks, and rustic bridges
Over near canals;
A miniature railroad with mossy halts
Wambles through wanton groves.
Quant says:
Yet this is a theater where thought becomes act
And beside a sundial, in the silent umbrage
Of some dark daedal,
The ruined rebel is recreated
And chooses a chosen self.
From lawns and relievos the leisure makes
Its uncomfortable claim and, caught off guard,
His hardened heart
Consents to suffer, and the sudden instant
Touches his time at last.
Malin says:
Tense on the parterre, he takes the hero's
Leap into love; then, unlatching the wicket
Gate he goes:
Wambles through wanton groves.
Quant says:
Yet this is a theater where thought becomes act
And beside a sundial, in the silent umbrage
Of some dark daedal,
The ruined rebel is recreated
And chooses a chosen self.
From lawns and relievos the leisure makes
Its uncomfortable claim and, caught off guard,
His hardened heart
Consents to suffer, and the sudden instant
Touches his time at last.
Malin says:
Tense on the parterre, he takes the hero's
Leap into love; then, unlatching the wicket
Gate he goes:
The plains of his triumph appear empty,
But now among their motionless
Avenues and urns with extra élan
Faster revolves the invisible corps
Of pirouetting angels,
And a chronic chorus of cascades and birds
Cuts loose in a wild cabaletta.
But now among their motionless
Avenues and urns with extra élan
Faster revolves the invisible corps
Of pirouetting angels,
And a chronic chorus of cascades and birds
Cuts loose in a wild cabaletta.
– W.H. Auden (1944-46)