Bartolomeo Veneto Portrait of a Young Woman as Flora ca. 1520 oil and tempera on panel Städel Museum, Frankfurt |
Alessandro Algardi Portrait of Olimpia Maidalchini Pamphilj ca. 1650 marble Palazzo Doria Pamphilj, Rome |
Rembrandt Study Head of a Soldier ca. 1635-40 oil on panel Mauritshuis, The Hague |
Frans Hals Young Man with Large Hat ca. 1626-29 oil on panel National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Jean Delamonce Portrait of Princess Henriette Adelaide of Savoy ca. 1674 oil on canvas Alte Pinakothek, Munich |
Tilly Kettle Portrait of Anne Howard Vyse 1780 oil on canvas Auckland Art Gallery |
Giandomenico Tiepolo after Giambattista Tiepolo Head of a Turk ca. 1771-74 etching Yale University Art Gallery |
Joseph Roques Portrait of Marie-Thérèse Charlotte, duchesse d'Angoulême 1823 oil on canvas Musée des Augustins de Toulouse |
Donat Nonotte Portrait of a Lady ca. 1775 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon |
Jean-Baptiste Isabey Study of a Model ca. 1787 drawing Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
Henry Fuseli Study of Sophia Fuseli (asleep) ca. 1795 drawing, with watercolor Auckland Art Gallery |
Raimundo de Madrazo y Garreta Woman in White ca. 1880 oil on canvas Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
Walt Kuhn Plumes 1931 oil on canvas Phillips Collection, Washington DC |
Josef Čapek The Bride II 1918-19 hand-colored linocut Národní Galerie, Prague |
Joe Sinness Chris 2017 drawing (colored pencils on paper) Minneapolis Institute of Art |
Keast Burke Offering ca. 1940 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Sonnet XXV
As in the midst of battle there is room
For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
As in the crevices of Caesar's tomb
The sweet herbs flourish on a little earth:
The sweet herbs flourish on a little earth:
So in this great disaster of our birth
We can be happy, and forget our doom.
For morning, with a ray of tenderest joy
Gilding the iron heaven, hides the truth,
And evening gently woos us to employ
Our grief in idle catches. Such is youth;
We can be happy, and forget our doom.
For morning, with a ray of tenderest joy
Gilding the iron heaven, hides the truth,
And evening gently woos us to employ
Our grief in idle catches. Such is youth;
Till from that summer's trance we wake, to find
Despair before us, vanity behind.
– George Santayana (1863-1952)
– George Santayana (1863-1952)