Bernardo Daddi The Stoning of St Stephen ca. 1345 tempera on panel (predella fragment) Pinacoteca Vaticana, Rome |
Stefan Lochner Martyrdom of St James the Greater ca. 1440 tempera on panel (altarpiece fragment) Städel Museum, Frankfurt |
Vincenzo Foppa Martyrdom of St Sebastian ca. 1485-90 detached fresco Pinacoteca di Brera, Milan |
Raphael Combat of Five Men ca. 1508-1510 drawing Ashmolean Museum, Oxford |
Bernardo Zenale The Flagellation ca. 1510 oil on panel Národní Galerie, Prague |
Sebald Beham Hercules battling the Trojans 1545 engraving Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
Angelo Falconetto St George and the Dragon ca. 1555-65 etching Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Luca Cambiaso Study for The Flagellation ca. 1560 drawing Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
Lorenzo Sabatini The Blinding of Polyphemus ca. 1570 drawing Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Cavaliere d'Arpino (Giuseppe Cesari) Combat between the Horatii and the Curiatii (detail) 1612-13 fresco Musei Capitolini, Rome |
Leonello Spada The Taking of Christ ca. 1612-14 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Adriaen van Stalbemt Protectors of the Young Artist ca. 1630 oil on panel Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Jan Peeter Verdussen Battle Scene ca. 1750 oil on canvas Musée des Augustins de Toulouse |
Felice Giani Samson captured by the Philistines 1784 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Henry Fuseli Ixion slaying Phorbas and Polymelus 1810 drawing Auckland Art Gallery |
Cesare Beseghi Episode from Milanese History ca. 1855 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
The Cold Heaven
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
And thereupon imagination and heart were driven
So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories, that should be out of season
With the hot blood of youth, of love crossed long ago;
And I took all the blame out of all sense and reason,
Until I cried and trembled and rocked to and fro,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Riddled with light. Ah! when the ghost begins to quicken,
Confusion of the death-bed over, is it sent
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?
Out naked on the roads, as the books say, and stricken
By the injustice of the skies for punishment?
– W.B. Yeats (1914)