Prospect

Walter Dexel
Figuration
1922
woodcut
Städtisches Museum, Braunschweig

Stefano della Bella
Death seizing a Young Woman
ca. 1645-50
etching
Cabinet d'Arts Graphiques
des Musées d'Art et d'Histoire, Genève

Roy De Maistre
Studio Interior with Figures
1935
oil on canvas
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Gitte Dæhlin
Without a Ticket
1977
fabric sculpture on steel armature
Lillehammer Kunstmuseum, Norway

Michel-François Dandré-Bardon
Entry of Princess into a City
ca. 1740
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Josef Danhauser
The Glutton
1836
oil on canvas
Belvedere Museum, Vienna

Jacques-Louis David
Portrait of Jacques-François Desmaisons
(architect, and uncle of the artist)
1782
oil on canvas
Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York

Prosper Debia
Classical and Romantic
1832
oil on canvas
Musée Ingres-Bourdelle, Montauban

Henri Delavallée
View at Marlotte
1884
oil on canvas
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Brest

Robert Delaunay
Formes circulaires, Soleil
1912-13
oil on canvas
Museum Folkwang, Essen

Maurice Denis
The Red Beach
1901
oil on panel
Musée des Beaux-Arts de Reims

Eugène Delacroix after Peter Paul Rubens
St John the Evangelist on Patmos
1850
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Ignazio Danti
The Battle of Lepanto
ca. 1575-85
fresco
Galleria della Carte Geografiche, Musei Vaticani

Nicolas-Joseph Delin
Portrait of Leonardus van der Aar
1786
oil on canvas
Museum De Lakenhal, Leiden

Edgar Degas
The Fallen Jockey
(scene from the steeplechase)
1866
oil on canvas
National Gallery of Art, Washington DC

Giorgio de Chirico
Bowl of Fruit
1926
oil on board
Museum de Fundatie, Zwolle, Netherlands

Antony

     Shall I, who to my kneeling slave could say

     'Rise up, and be a king,' shall I fall down

     And cry, 'Forgive me, Caesar'? Shall I set

     A man, my equal, in the place of Jove, 

     As he could give me being? No; that word

     'Forgive' would choke me up,

     And die upon my tongue. 

Dollabella                              You shall not need it.

Antony

     I will not need it. Come, you've all betrayed me –

     My friend too! – to receive some vile conditions.

     My wife has bought me with her prayers and tears,

     And now I must become her branded slave:

     In every peevish mood she will upbraid

     The life she gave; if I but look awry,

     She cries, 'I'll tell my brother.'

Octavia                                        My hard fortune

     Subjects me still to your unkind mistakes.

     But the conditions I have brought are such

     You need not blush to take. I love your honour

     Because 'tis mine; it never shall be said

     Octavia's husband was her brother's slave.

     Sir, you are free, free even from her you loathe.

     For though my brother bargains for your love,

     Makes me the price and cement of your peace,

     I have a soul like yours; I cannot take

     Your love as alms, nor beg what I deserve.

     I'll tell my brother we are reconciled;

     He shall draw back his troops, and you shall march

     To rule the East: I may be dropped at Athens –

     No matter where, I never will complain.

     But only keep the barren name of wife,

     And rid you of the trouble.

Ventidius

     Was ever such a strife of sullen honour!

     Both scorn to be obliged.

Dollabella

     Oh, she has touched him in the tender'st part;

     See how he reddens with despite and shame,

     To be outdone in generosity!

– John Dryden, All for Love (1677)