August Ahlborn Gulf of Pozzuoli near Naples 1832 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
Raymond Balze The Childhood of Bacchus 1840 oil on canvas Musée Ingres Bourdelle, Montauban |
Giovanni Bellini The Resurrection ca. 1475-79 tempera on panel Gemäldegalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
il Garofalo (Benvenuto Tisi) The Resurrection 1520 oil on panel Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna |
Claude Lorrain Seaport with Rising Sun 1674 oil on canvas Alte Pinakothek, Munich |
Joseph Wright of Derby Grotto ca. 1790 oil on canvas Milwaukee Art Museum |
Johann Vincent Cissarz To a new Renaissance! 1900 lithograph (draft poster before lettering) Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
Aleardo Terzi International Exhibition, Rome 1911 lithograph (poster) Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
Jan Both Italianate Landscape with Artist Sketching ca. 1645-50 oil on canvas Cincinnati Art Museum, Ohio |
Karl Friedrich Schinkel Gothic Cathedral on the Water 1813 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
Laurent de La Hyre Theseus recovering his Father's Weapons 1634 oil on canvas Musée des Beaux-Arts de Caen |
Matthäus Merian the Elder Landscape with Sunrise ca. 1620 oil on copper Kunstmuseum Basel |
Gottlieb Schick Portrait of Heinrike Dannecker 1802 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
William Merritt Chase The Open-Air Breakfast (Chase's family in Brooklyn back yard) ca. 1888 oil on canvas Toledo Museum of Art, Ohio |
Wilhelm Trübner Hemsbach Castle ca. 1904 oil on canvas Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin |
Neptune for pittie in his armes did take them,
Flung them into the ayre, and did awake them
Like two sweet birds surnam'd th' Acanthides,
Which we call Thistle-warps, that neere no Seas
Dare ever come, but still in couples flie,
And feede on Thistle tops, to testifie
The hardnes of their first life in their last:
The first in thornes of love, and sorrowes past.
And so most beautifull their colours show,
As none (so little) like them: her sad brow
A sable velvet feather covers quite,
Even like the forehead cloths that in the night,
Or when they sorrow, ladies use to weare:
Even like the forehead cloths that in the night,
Or when they sorrow, ladies use to weare:
Their wings blew, red and yellow mixt appeare,
Colours, that as we construe colours paint
Their states to life; the yellow shewes their saint,
The devill Venus, left them; blew their truth,
Colours, that as we construe colours paint
Their states to life; the yellow shewes their saint,
The devill Venus, left them; blew their truth,
The red and black, ensignes of death and ruth.
And this true honor from their love-deaths sprung,
They were the first that ever Poet sung.
And this true honor from their love-deaths sprung,
They were the first that ever Poet sung.
– Christopher Marlowe, from Hero and Leander (published 1598)