Annibale Carracci Dead Christ with Instruments of the Passion ca. 1582 oil on canvas Staatsgalerie, Stuttgart |
Joachim Wtewael Marriage of Peleus and Thetis 1610 oil on panel Rhode Island School of Design, Providence |
Sebastiano Ricci Susanna and the Elders ca. 1690-1700 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Master of the Freising Visitation The Crucifixion ca. 1470-80 oil on panel Detroit Institute of Arts |
Giovanni Battista Langetti Sisyphus ca. 1660 oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts |
Hans von Aachen after Bartholomeus Spranger Venus and Mars ca. 1590 drawing Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen |
attributed to John Baptist de Medina Family of John Hay, 1st Marquess of Tweeddale ca. 1695 oil on canvas Scottish National Portrait Gallery, Edinburgh |
Giorgio Vasari Temptation of St Jerome 1541 oil on panel Galleria Palatina, Palazzo Pitti, Florence |
Evert Collier Trompe l'oeil Letter-rack ca. 1703 oil on canvas Museum De Lakenhal, Leiden |
Guido Reni The Meeting of David and Abigail ca. 1615-20 oil on canvas Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
Donald Friend Sunbathers II ca. 1970 drawing, with gouache Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
Pierre Théron Garlic against Red Background ca. 1957 oil on canvas Musée des Augustins de Toulouse |
Lovis Corinth Bacchanal ca. 1885 oil on canvas Landesmuseum, Hannover |
Carlo Portelli Virgin and Child with St Margaret and young St John the Baptist ca. 1545-50 oil on panel Princeton University Art Museum |
Giovanni Benedetto Castiglione (il Grechetto) The Artist inspired by his Genius ca. 1647-48 etching National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
from The Wanderings of Oisin
But now the moon like a white rose shone
In the pale west, and the sun's rim sank,
And clouds arrayed their rank on rank
About his fading crimson ball:
The floor of Almhuin's hosting hall
Was not more level than the sea,
As, full of loving fantasy,
And with low murmurs, we rode on,
Where many a trumpet-twisted shell
That in immortal silence sleeps
Dreaming of her own melting hues,
In the pale west, and the sun's rim sank,
And clouds arrayed their rank on rank
About his fading crimson ball:
The floor of Almhuin's hosting hall
Was not more level than the sea,
As, full of loving fantasy,
And with low murmurs, we rode on,
Where many a trumpet-twisted shell
That in immortal silence sleeps
Dreaming of her own melting hues,
Her golds, her ambers, and her blues,
Pierced with soft light the shallowing deeps.
– W.B. Yeats (1889)