Roman Empire Diomedes and Odysseus (The Felix Gem) 1st century AD sardonyx intaglio Ashmolean Museum, Oxford |
Ugo da Carpi after Parmigianino Contest of Apollo and Marsyas ca. 1530 chiaroscuro woodcut Morgan Library, New York |
Johann Heinrich Schönfeld David with the Head of Goliath ca. 1640-42 oil on canvas Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg |
Nikolaus Knüpfer David with the Head of Goliath ca. 1645-50 oil on copper Musée d'Art et d'Histoire de Genève |
Pier Francesco Cittadini Diana and Actaeon ca. 1650 oil on canvas Museo Civico di Modena |
Cornelis van Rijssen Landscape with Ruins ca. 1667 oil on copper Galleria Borghese, Rome |
Charles-Joseph Natoire Danaë ca. 1750 oil on canvas Musée Saint-Loup, Troyes |
Jean Dubois Jason seizing the Golden Fleece ca. 1680-90 terracotta relief Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon |
Canaletto View from the Bacino di San Marco, Venice ca. 1730-40 oil on canvas Städel Museum, Frankfurt |
Francesco Fontebasso Presentation in the Temple ca. 1740 oil on canvas Staatsgalerie, Stuttgart |
Giambattista Tiepolo Tarquin and Lucretia ca. 1749-50 oil on canvas Deutsche Barockgalerie, Augsburg |
Francesco Vellani Diana and Endymion ca. 1750-60 oil on canvas Gallerie Estense, Modena |
Giambettino Cignaroli Agony in the Garden ca. 1750 oil on canvas Staatsgalerie, Stuttgart |
Francesco Zuccarelli Pastoral Landscape - Children making Music for their Mother 1770 drawing Morgan Library, New York |
Louis-Gabriel Moreau Park Landscape ca. 1780 watercolor and gouache Städel Museum, Frankfurt |
Sebastian Hess Offering to Friendship ca. 1780-85 ivory relief Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
from Life
The child pursuing lizards in the grass,
The sage, who deep in central nature delves,
The preacher watching for the evil hour to pass,
All these are souls that fly from their dread selves.
* * *
'I laughed upon the lips of Sophocles,
I go as soft as folly; I am Fate.'
This heard I where among the apple trees,
I go as soft as folly; I am Fate.'
This heard I where among the apple trees,
Wild indolence and music have no date.
– W.B. Yeats (1885)