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Название: Love
Автор: Jp. A. Calosse
Издательство: Parkstone International Publishing
Жанр: Зарубежные стихи
Серия: Mega Square
isbn: 978-1-78160-978-1, 978-1-78042-229-9
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Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Danaë
Titian (Tiziano Vecellio), 1544–1546.
Oil on canvas, 118.5 × 170 cm.
Museo Nazionale di Capodimonte, Naples.
It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear;
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turn’d when he rose.
Mademoiselle Lange as Danaë
Anne-Louis Girodet, 1799.
Oil on canvas, 60.3 × 48.6 cm.
Minneapolis Institute of Arts, Minneapolis.
Romeo.
She speaks: —
O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Aurora and Cephalus
Pierre-Narcisse Guérin, 1811–1814.
Oil on canvas, 257 × 178 cm.
The Pushkin Museum of Fine Arts, Moscow.
Juliet.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo. [Aside.]
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Venus Induces Helen to Fall in Love with Paris
Angelica Kauffmann, 1790.
Oil on canvas, 102 × 127.5 cm.
The State Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg.
Juliet.
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title: – Romeo, doth thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
Perseus and Andromeda
Peter Paul Rubens, c. 1620.
Oil on canvas, 99.5 × 139 cm.
The Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg.
Romeo.
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptiz’d;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
The Rock of Doom, from the Perseus Series
Edward Burne-Jones, c. 1884–1885.
Gouache on paper, 154 × 128.6 cm.
Southampton City Art Gallery, Southampton.
The Unseen Power
We are the flute, our music is all Thine;
We are the mountains echoing only Thee;
And movest to defeat or victory;
Lions emblazoned high on flags unfurled —
They wind invisible sweeps us through the world.
Eros Flying Is Struck by Psyche’s Beauty
Maurice Denis, 1907–1908.
Oil on canvas, 394 × 269.5 cm.
The State Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg.
He touched me, so I live to know
He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast.
It was a boundless place to me,
And silenced, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.
Pan and Psyche
Edward Burne-Jones, c. 1872–1874.
Oil on canvas, 61 × 54.6 cm.
Private collection.
And now, I’m different from before,
As if I breathed superior air,
Or brushed a royal gown;
My feet, too, that had wandered so,
My gypsy face transfigured now
To tenderer renown.