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| Henri Le Sidaner House at Gerberoy, Evening ca. 1930 oil on canvas Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
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| Caspar David Friedrich Evening ca. 1810 oil on canvas Landesmuseum Hannover |
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| Caspar van Wittel Colosseum in Rome from the Southeast ca. 1700 oil on canvas Harvard Art Museums |
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| Charles de La Fosse Clytie turned into a Sunflower 1688 oil on canvas Château de Versailles |
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| François Gérard Belisarius 1797 oil on canvas Getty Museum, Los Angeles |
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| Karl Blechen Three Fishermen on the Gulf of Naples 1833 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
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| John Trumbull Gelchossa and Lamderg (scene from Ossian's Fingal) 1792 oil on canvas Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Joseph Wright of Derby Peter Perez Burdett (with telescope) and his first wife Hannah 1765 oil on canvas Národní Galerie, Prague |
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| Adriaen van de Velde River Landscape ca. 1660-70 oil on canvas Gemäldegalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
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| Franz Xavier Karl Palko Departure of the Angel from the House of Tobias ca. 1744-45 oil on canvas Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
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| Pyke Koch Florentine Garden 1938 oil on canvas Dordrechts Museum |
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| Thomas Gainsborough The Road from the Market 1767-68 oil on canvas Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio |
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| Caspar David Friedrich The Lone Tree 1822 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
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| Arnold Böcklin Isle of the Dead 1883 oil on panel Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
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| Karl Friedrich Schinkel Gothic Church on a Rock by the Sea 1815 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
Trumpets doe you with thunder of your clange,
Drive out this changes horror, my voyce faints:
Where all joy was, now shrieke out all complaints.
Thus cryed she, for her mixed soule could tell
Her love was dead: And when the morning fell
Prostrate upon the weeping earth for woe,
Blushes that bled out of her cheekes did show,
Leander brought by Neptune, brusde and torne
Blushes that bled out of her cheekes did show,
Leander brought by Neptune, brusde and torne
With Citties ruines he to Rocks had worne,
To filthie usering Rocks that would have blood,
Though they could get of him no other good.
Though they could get of him no other good.
She saw him, and the sight was much much more,
Then might have serv'd to kill her; should her store
Of giant sorrowes speake? Burst, dye, bleede,
And leave poore plaints to us that shall succeede.
She fell on her loves bosome, hugg'd it fast,
Then might have serv'd to kill her; should her store
Of giant sorrowes speake? Burst, dye, bleede,
And leave poore plaints to us that shall succeede.
She fell on her loves bosome, hugg'd it fast,
And with Leanders name she breath'd her last.
– Christopher Marlowe, from Hero and Leander (published 1598)