Lelio Orsi St Cecilia and St Valerian ca. 1550 oil on panel Galleria Borghese, Rome |
Leo von Klenze Temple of Poseidon at Paestum 1855 oil on canvas Lenbachhaus, Munich |
Anonymous Italian Artist Architectural Capriccio with St Paul preaching at Athens 17th century oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux |
Maarten van Heemskerck Roman Ruins ca. 1532-36 drawing Hamburger Kunsthalle |
Giacomo Giacopelli Interior of Parma Cathedral with Blessing of National Guardsmen 1848 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Pierre-Martin Dumont Perspective View of Stage Machinery ca. 1750 drawing Morgan Library, New York |
Dirck van Delen Interior of Gothic Church 1641 oil on panel Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot Terrace at the Villa Doria-Pamphilij 1826-27 oil on canvas Hamburger Kunsthalle |
attributed to Agostino Ciampelli Wooden Model of Bernini's Baldacchino in St Peter's Basilica ca. 1628-31 drawing Morgan Library, New York |
Louis Boitte The Erechtheion on the Acropolis, Athens ca. 1864 watercolor on paper Morgan Library, New York |
Daniel de Blieck Interior of the Laurenskerk, Rotterdam 1652 oil on panel Kunstmuseum, Basel |
Anonymous Dutch Artist Young Woman before a Market Stall 17th century watercolor on paper Morgan Library, New York |
Domenico Quaglio Interior of St Peter's, Rome ca. 1820 watercolor on paper Morgan Library, New York |
Achille Vianelli Roman Fish Market 1836 drawing Hamburger Kunsthalle |
Giovanni Battista Piranesi The Canopus of the Villa Adriana at Tivoli 1776 drawing National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
attributed to Andrea Mantegna The Flagellation with the Pavement ca. 1465-1475 engraving Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
Why does my heart beat so?
Did not a shadow pass?
It passed but a moment ago.
Who can have trod in the grass?
What rogue is night-wandering?
Have not old writers said
That dizzy dreams can spring
From the dry bones of the dead?
And many a night it seems
That all the valley fills
With those fantastic dreams.
They overflow the hills,
And many a night it seems
That all the valley fills
With those fantastic dreams.
They overflow the hills,
So passionate is a shade,
Like wine that fills to the top
A grey-green cup of jade,
A grey-green cup of jade,
Or maybe an agate cup.
– W.B. Yeats (1919)