Fra Angelico The Archangel Gabriel ca. 1450-55 tempera on panel (altarpiece fragment) Detroit Institute of Arts |
Agnolo Bronzino Portrait of a Lady ca. 1533 oil on panel Städel Museum, Frankfurt |
Anonymous Flemish Artist Portrait of a Lady of the Hampden Family ca. 1610 oil on canvas (painted in England) Rhode Island School of Design, Providence |
Jusepe de Ribera St James the Greater ca. 1615-16 oil on canvas Städel Museum, Frankfurt |
Anonymous Spanish Artist Portrait of Infanta Margarita Teresa (later Holy Roman Empress) ca. 1662-64 oil on canvas Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
Joachim Liquevet Portrait of a Lady 1683 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Lyon |
Hyacinthe Rigaud Portrait of Élisabeth Charlotte de Bavière, duchesse d'Orléans, princesse Palatine du Rhin 1718 oil on canvas Musée d'Art et d'Histoire de Genève |
François-Hubert Drouais Portrait of Denis-Paul le Pot de la Fontaine 1772 oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts |
Joseph Siffred Duplessis Portrait of Charles-Claude Flahaut de la Billarderie, comte d'Angiviller ca. 1780-89 oil on canvas Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen |
John Singer Sargent Dr Pozzi at Home 1881 oil on canvas Hammer Museum, Los Angeles |
Jules Chéret Job - Papier à Cigarettes 1895 lithograph (poster) Milwaukee Art Museum |
Edvard Munch Portrait of Hanni Esche 1905 oil on canvas Kunsthaus Zürich |
Alexei von Jawlensky Portrait of dancer Alexander Sakharoff 1909 oil on cardboard Lenbachhaus, Munich |
Ernst Ludwig Kirchner Painter and Model 1910 oil on canvas Hamburger Kunsthalle |
Egon Schiele Self Portrait 1914 drawing, with gouache Národní Galerie, Prague |
Franz Gertsch Marina making up Luciano 1975 acrylic on cotton Museum Ludwig, Cologne |
from To Ireland in the Coming Time
While still I may, I write for you
The love I lived, the dream I knew.
The love I lived, the dream I knew.
From our birthday, until we die,
Is but the winking of an eye;
Is but the winking of an eye;
And we, our singing and our love,
What measurer Time has lit above,
What measurer Time has lit above,
And all benighted things that go
About my table to and fro,
Are passing on to where may be,
In truth's consuming ecstasy,
No place for love and dream at all;
For God goes by with white footfall.
I cast my heart into my rhymes,
I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
– W.B. Yeats (1893)