Abraham Bosse Banquet of the Chevaliers de l'Ordre du Saint-Esprit ca. 1633-34 etching High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
Dirck van Delen Palace Court 1627 oil on panel Rhode Island School of Design, Providence |
Melchior Lorck Interior Courtyard 1555 drawing British Museum |
Lancelot-Théodore Turpin de Crissé Arch of Constantine viewed from the Colosseum ca. 1820 oil on paper, mounted on canvas Morgan Library, New York |
Anonymous French Artist Study for Sculpture Installation ca. 1950 drawing Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux |
Giovanni Contini Ruinous Interior of Teatro Farnese, Palazzo della Pilotta, Parma ca. 1860-65 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Anonymous Italian Artist Plasterers decorating a Ceiling 18th century drawing Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen |
Constant Bourgeois The Great Gallery in the Louvre 1791 drawing Städel Museum, Frankfurt |
Jean-Charles-Nicaise Perrin Portia and Brutus 1785 drawing (study for painting) Musée des Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes |
Pietro Melchiorre Ferrari Christ healing the Paralytic 1761 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Hubert Robert Capriccio with Ruins ca. 1750-60 oil on canvas Galleria Nazionale di Parma |
Pieter Jansz Saenredam Interior of the Grote Kerk, Haarlem 1660 oil on panel Museum of Fine Arts, Boston |
Francesco Guardi Palace Courtyard with Staircase ca. 1780 oil on canvas Galleria Sabauda, Turin |
Piero di Cosimo Palace under Construction ca. 1485-90 oil on panel John and Mable Ringling Museum of Art, Sarasota |
Giuseppe Badiali Funerary Crypt ca. 1840 drawing Morgan Library, New York |
Paris Bordone The Annunciation ca. 1550 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Caen |
I call to the eye of the mind
A well long choked up and dry
And boughs long stripped by the wind,
And I call to the mind's eye
Pallor of an ivory face,
Its lofty dissolute air,
A man climbing up to a place
The salt sea wind has swept bare.
What were his life soon done!
Would he lose by that or win?
A mother that saw her son
Doubled over a speckled shin,
The salt sea wind has swept bare.
What were his life soon done!
Would he lose by that or win?
A mother that saw her son
Doubled over a speckled shin,
Cross-grained with ninety years,
Would cry, 'How little worth
Were all my hopes and fears
Were all my hopes and fears
And the hard pain of his birth!'
– W.B. Yeats (1917)