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| Max Schlichting Poppies 1895 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
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| Karl Hagemeister White Poppies 1881 oil on canvas Landesmuseum, Hannover |
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| Hendrik Schoock Flower Piece ca. 1690 oil on canvas Statens Museum for Kunst, Copenhagen |
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| Balthasar van der Ast Floral Still Life with Shells 1622 oil on copper Saint Louis Art Museum |
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| Élise Bruyère and Antoine Chazal Flowers and Grapes 1843 oil on panel Musée des Beaux-Arts de Valenciennes |
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| Félix Carme Flowers in a Vase ca. 1895 watercolor on paper Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux |
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| Jan van Huysum Bouquet of Flowers in an Urn 1724 oil on panel Los Angeles County Museum of Art |
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| Hans Bollongier Floral Still Life 1639 oil on panel Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam |
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| Theodor Pallady Flowers at the Window, Place Dauphine, Paris ca. 1924-26 oil on canvas Romanian National Museum of Art, Bucharest |
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| Camille Pissarro Bouquet of Flowers ca. 1873 oil on canvas High Museum of Art, Atlanta |
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| Gustave Courbet Flower Arrangement 1855 oil on canvas Hamburger Kunsthalle |
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| Anonymous Italian Artist Bouquet in Gold and Silver Vase ca. 1700 oil on canvas Detroit Institute of Arts |
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| Ambrosius Bosschaert the Elder Bouquet of Flowers in a Porcelain Vase 1609 oil on panel Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
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| Adolf von Becker Flower Picture 1862 oil on cardboard Ateneum Art Museum, Helsinki |
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| Jakob Bogdany Flowers in a Glass Vase ca. 1700 oil on canvas Museum of Fine Arts, Budapest |
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| Édouard Manet Vase of Lilacs ca. 1882 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
Gaveston [reading a letter from King Edward]:
My father is deceast, come Gaveston,
And share the kingdom with thy dearest friend.
Ah words that make me surfet with delight:
What greater blisse can hap to Gaveston,
Ah words that make me surfet with delight:
What greater blisse can hap to Gaveston,
Then live and be the favorit of a king?
Sweete prince I come, these these thy amorous lines,
Might have enforst me to have swum from France,
And like Leander gaspt upon the sande,
So thou wouldst smile and take me in thy armes.
Might have enforst me to have swum from France,
And like Leander gaspt upon the sande,
So thou wouldst smile and take me in thy armes.
The sight of London to my exiled eyes,
Is as Elizium to a new come soule.
Not that I love the citie or the men,
Is as Elizium to a new come soule.
Not that I love the citie or the men,
But that it harbors him I hold so deare,
The king, upon whose bosome let me die,
And with the world be still at enmitie:
The king, upon whose bosome let me die,
And with the world be still at enmitie:
What neede the artick people love star-light,
To whom the sunne shines both by day and night.
To whom the sunne shines both by day and night.
Farewell base stooping to the lordly peeres,
My knee shall bowe to none but to the king.
As for the multitude that are but sparkes,
Rakt up in embers of their povertie,
Tanti: Ile fawne first on the winde,
That glaunceth at my lips and flieth away.
– Christopher Marlowe, Edward II, Act I, scene i (1593)