Bernardo Cavallino The Way to Calvary ca. 1645 oil on canvas Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
Pedro Orrente The Crucifixion ca. 1620 oil on canvas High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
Anonymous Italian Artist Descent from the Cross ca. 1580-1620 oil on slate Musée Fesch, Ajaccio, Corsica |
Johann Wenzel Bergl Descent from the Cross 1760 oil on canvas Národní Galerie, Prague |
Santi di Tito The Lamentation, with Donor 1593 oil on panel Galleria dell'Accademia, Florence |
Bertholet Flémal The Lamentation ca. 1660-70 oil on canvas Staatliche Kunsthalle, Karlsruhe |
Annibale Carracci The Lamentation 1585 oil on panel Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Denys Calvaert Pietà ca. 1595 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Sisto Badalocchio The Deposition ca. 1610 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Francesco Francia (Francesco Raibolini) The Deposition 1515 oil on panel Galleria Sabauda, Turin |
Jacopo da Empoli (Jacopo Chimenti) The Deposition ca. 1590 oil on panel Musée Fesch, Ajaccio, Corsica |
Jean-Baptiste Jouvenet The Deposition 1714 oil on canvas Musée des Augustins de Toulouse |
Anonymous Italian Artist The Entombment ca. 1500-1525 bronze plaquette National Gallery of Art, Washington DC |
Daniel Seiter Dead Christ with Angels ca. 1690 oil on canvas Galleria Sabauda, Turin |
Nicolas Tournier Christ carried to the Tomb ca. 1635 oil on canvas Musée des Augustins de Toulouse |
Alessandro Turchi (l'Orbetto) Dead Christ mourned by the Magdalen and Angels ca. 1616-17 oil on slate Galleria Borghese, Rome |
from Lines written in Dejection
When have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
The holy centaurs of the hills are vanished;
The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears, are gone.
The holy centaurs of the hills are vanished;
I have nothing but the embittered sun . . .
– W.B. Yeats (1919)