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Henry Koerner J.P. Getty 1958 acrylic on canvas (commissioned by Time magazine) National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
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James Kerr-Lawson Portrait of Mrs. W.H. Cawthra ca. 1931 oil on canvas National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
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Józef Grassi Portrait of the Marquis de Llano, Spanish Envoy in Vienna 1790 oil on canvas Belvedere Museum, Vienna |
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Pyke Koch Portrait of Jacob Mees ca. 1938 oil on canvas Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen, Rotterdam |
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Gerrit Willemsz Horst Portrait of a Girl before 1652 oil on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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Joy Hester Head of a Man: Albert Tucker ca. 1945 mixed media on paper National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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Edward John Hughes Portrait 1952 oil on canvas National Gallery of Canada, Ottawa |
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Timothy Greenfield-Sanders Barbara Rose 1982 gelatin silver print Whitney Museum of American Art, New York |
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Hugo von Habermann Portrait of a Girl 1912 oil on canvas private collection |
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Jan Gossaert Portrait of a Man ca. 1524 oil on panel Clark Art Institute, Williamstown, Massachusetts |
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Tilly Kettle Woman with a Muff ca. 1760-65 oil on canvas Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide |
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George Gower Portrait of Lady Kytson 1573 oil on panel Tate Britain |
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Sali Herman Paulette 1940 oil on canvas National Gallery of Australia, Canberra |
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John Koch Family Group 1951 oil on canvas Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington DC |
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Nancy Lee Katz Portrait of photographer Ilse Bing 1993 gelatin silver print Chrysler Museum of Art, Norfolk, Virginia |
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Paul-César Helleu Young Woman seated on a Sofa ca. 1894 drypoint British Museum |
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Philippe Halsman CZ Guest 1962 dye transfer print (commissioned by Time magazine) National Portrait Gallery, Washington DC |
from The Argonautica
Now as Medea walks, dark echoes fill
The silence, hissing ancient spells. Fear falls.
Hill-spirits hide their faces. Rivers cringe.
Rocks cower. Stables, pastures, graveyards fill
With th' unearthly racket. Night, aghast, slows down
Her hours. Venus – her turn for fear! – hangs back.
They come to triple trees, the Night-queen's lair –
And Jason. Medea sees him, stops amazed.
Above them Iris soars – and Venus, too,
Slips from Medea's grasp and disappears.
So in the dark of night shepherd and flock
Share common panic; so in Hell's abyss
Blind, voiceless ghosts collide. Thus, in the midnight's grove,
Those two came on each other, all confused.
Aloof as firs they were, or cypresses,
Before the made South Wind mates bough with bough.
They stood there rapt, face to wordless face, as night
Rolled on its way. Oh, lift your eyes, and speak!
Say something, Jason, please! Speak now! Speak first!
The hero saw her fear, saw rolling tears,
Saw burning cheeks, saw misery, saw shame.
He spoke at last, and comforted her love.
– Valerius Flaccus (AD 45-90), translated by Frederic Raphael and Kenneth McLeish (1991)