Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Panoramic - II

Pieter Brueghel the Elder
Battle in the Port of Naples
ca. 1551-53
oil on panel
(painted in Italy)
Palazzo Doria-Pamphilj, Rome

Anton Mirou
Landscape with the Flight into Egypt
ca. 1600-1620
oil on copper
private collection

Sebastian Vrancx
A Skirmish
ca. 1610-20
oil on panel
National Museum, Warsaw

Roelant Savery
Paradise
1628
oil on copper
Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

Anton Stevens
St Anthony Abbot and St Paul of Thebes in a Landscape
1641
oil on copper
National Museum, Warsaw

Adam Frans van der Meulen
Le Château-Neuf de Saint-Germain-en-Laye
ca. 1664-65
oil on canvas
Musée Carnavalet, Paris

Jean-Baptiste Tuby
Apollo in his Chariot
(Bassin d'Apollon)
1668-70
lead and gilt-bronze
Château de Versailles

Pierre-Denis Martin the Younger
View of the Bassin d'Apollon, Versailles
1713
oil on canvas
Château de Versailles

Michele Marieschi
Palazzo Ducale, Venice
ca. 1735
oil on canvas
National Museum, Warsaw

Francesco Guardi
Fondamenta della Zattere, Venice
ca. 1770-80
oil on canvas
Harvard Art Museums

Pierre-Henri de Valenciennes
Cicero discovering the Tomb of Archimedes
1787
oil on canvas
Musée des Augustins de Toulouse

Gottlob Friedrich Steinkopf
Return from the Lion Hunt
1812
oil on canvas
Von der Heydt Museum, Wuppertal

Karl Friedrich Schinkel
Medieval City on a River
1815
oil on canvas
Alte Nationalgalerie, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Lawrence Alma-Tadema
Offering to Bacchus
1889
oil on canvas
Hamburger Kunsthalle

Panos Aravadinos
Venetian Scene
(stage design for Offenbach's Tales of Hoffmann)
1923
pastel on paper
National Gallery, Athens

Oddleiv Apneseth
Double Birthday, Sunde
2008
inkjet print
Sogn og Fjordane Kunstmuseum, Norway

By this were others come into that Meade with their flocks: but shee esteeming her sorrowing thoughts her best, and choycest companie, left that place, taking a little path which brought her to the further side of the plaine, to the foote of the rocks, speaking as she went these lines, her eies fixt upon the ground, her very soule turn'd into mourning.

Unseene, unknowne, I here alone complaine
     To Rocks, to Hills, to Meadowes, and to Springs,
Which can no helpe returne to ease my paine,
     But back my sorrowes the sad Eccho brings.
Thus still encreasing are my woes to me,
     Doubly resounded by that monefull voice,
Which seemes to second me in miserie,
     And answere gives like friend of mine owne choice.
Thus onely she doth my companion prove,
     The others silently doe offer ease:
But those that grieve, a grieving note doe love;
     Pleasures to dying eies bring but disease:
And such am I, who daily ending live,
Wayling a state which can no comfort give.

– from The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania, by the right honourable the Lady Mary Wroath, daughter to the right noble Robert, Earle of Leicester, and neece to the ever famous and renowned Sʳ Phillips Sidney knight, and to ye most excellant Lady Mary Countess of Pembroke, late deceased (London: John Marriott and John Grismand, 1621)