Gerard ter Borch Woman writing a Letter ca. 1655 oil on panel Mauritshuis, The Hague |
Guillaume Voiriot Portrait of Dom Étienne Galland 1751 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon |
Angelica Kauffmann Virgil writing his Epitaph at Brundisi 1785 oil on canvas Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
Angelica Kauffmann Sappho inspired by Love 1775 oil on canvas John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art, Sarasota |
Giovanni Francesco Romanelli Sibyl ca. 1640-50 oil on canvas Galleria Borghese, Rome |
Sebastiano Conca The Cumaean Sibyl ca. 1725 oil on canvas Musée Fesch, Ajaccio, Corsica |
Marcantonio Franceschini Sibyl ca. 1700 oil on canvas Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Pordenone (Giovanni Antonio Licinio) St Matthew ca. 1535-37 oil on panel Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Nicolas Régnier St Matthew and the Angel ca. 1622-25 oil on canvas John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art, Sarasota |
Pieter Lastman St Matthew 1613 oil on panel Rhode Island School of Design, Providence |
Lucas van Leyden St Matthew 1518 engraving Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Lucas van Leyden St John the Evangelist 1518 engraving Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Carlo Dolci St John the Evangelist ca. 1650 oil on copper John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art, Sarasota |
Lorenzo Costa the Elder Portrait of a Cardinal as St Jerome in his Study ca. 1519 tempera and oil on panel Minneapolis Institute of Art |
Gerrit Dou Scholar sharpening his Quill ca. 1632-35 oil on panel Leiden Collection, New York |
Godfrey Kneller Scholar in his Study ca. 1668 oil on canvas Leiden Collection, New York |
The Dawn
I would be ignorant as the dawn
That has looked down
On that old queen measuring a town
With the pin of a brooch,
Or on the withered men that saw
From their pedantic Babylon
The careless planets in their courses,
The stars fade out where the moon comes,
And took their tablets and did sums;
I would be ignorant as the dawn
That merely stood, rocking the glittering coach
Above the cloudy shoulders of the horses;
I would be – for no knowledge is worth a straw –
Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.
– W.B. Yeats (1919)
That has looked down
On that old queen measuring a town
With the pin of a brooch,
Or on the withered men that saw
From their pedantic Babylon
The careless planets in their courses,
The stars fade out where the moon comes,
And took their tablets and did sums;
I would be ignorant as the dawn
That merely stood, rocking the glittering coach
Above the cloudy shoulders of the horses;
I would be – for no knowledge is worth a straw –
Ignorant and wanton as the dawn.
– W.B. Yeats (1919)