The importance of the imagination is to offer us solace and shelter in situations and life passages that would be otherwise unendurable
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Flaming June
Frederic Lord Leighton
Saisir, saisir le soir, la pomme et la statue, saisir l'ombre et le mur et le bout de la rue. Saisir le pied, le cou de la femme couchée, et puis ouvrir les mains. Combiens d'oiseaux lâchés, combien d'oiseaux perdus qui deviennent la rue, l'ombre, le mur, la pomme et la statue!
(Jules Superveille)
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Head of a Nymph
Sophie Anderson
A violet by a mossy stone half hidden from the eye! fair as a star, when only one is shining in the sky
(Wordsworth)
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Frank Cadogan Cowper
I met a lady in the meads, full beautiful, a faery child; her hair was long, her foot was light and her eyes were wild
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La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Sir Frank Dicksee
I set her in my pacing steed, and nothing else saw all day long, for sideways would she lean and sing a faery song
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The End of the Quest
Sir Frank Dicksee
unis obstinement, dans la joie et le deuil et que le vent du soir et le froid de l'espace entre nos coeurs unis ne trouve pas de place
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The Sense of Sight
Annie Louisa Swynnerton
May my angel of light be always with me
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Sylvia (detail)
Sir Frank Dicksee
If I could write about the beauty of your eyes and in fresh numbers number all your graces (Shakespeare)
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Day
Edward Robert Hughes
Things of beauty are a joy forever (Keats)
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Titania Sleeps
Frank Cadogan Cowper
Ever drifting down the stream, lingering in the golden gleam, life what is it but a dream? ( Lewis Carrol)
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Take the Fair Face of Woman…
Sophie Anderson
Take the fair face of a woman, and gently suspending, with butterflies, flowers and jewels attending, thus your fairy is made of most beautiful things (Charles Edes)
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Portrait of a Lady
Sir Frank Dicksee
J'aime de vos longs yeux la couleur verdâtre, douce beauté, mais tout aujourd'hui m'est amer. Et rien, ni votre amour, ni le boudoir, ni l'âtre ne me vaut le soleil rayonnant sur la mer (Baudelaire)
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Idle Tears
Edward Robert Hughes
To see the world in the grain of sand and heaven in the wild flower, to hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in the hour (William Blake)
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Spring (The Flower Picker)
John William Waterhouse
Enjoy life while the lamp yet glows, pluck the flower before it withers
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The Kiss
Gustav Klimt
Um baiser, mais à tout prendre qu'est-ce? Un aveu fait d'un peut plus près, une promesse qui veut se confirmer, un point rose qu'on met sur l'i du verbe aimer. (Edmond Rostand)
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The Kiss
Francesco Hayez
Un moment d'infini qui fait un bruit d'abeille, un secret qui prend la bouche pour oreille, une façon d'un peut se respirer le coeur, d'un peut se goûter, au bord des lèvres, l'âme (Edmond Rostand)
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The Accolade
Edmund Blair Leighton
I make thee a knight
be brave, knight, and true
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Tristan and Isolde
Edmund Blair Leighton
Soyon unis dans le calme de la nuit douce
comme la terre au seuil, comme l'herbe au chemin, comme au rocher la mousse
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The Meeting on the Turret Stairs
Sir Frederick William Burton
Soyent mes yeux fermés ou non, je n'ai que toi de paysage, que toi de ciel et d'horizon, que toi de sable dans mes dunes, de nuit noire et de clair de lune, de soleil dans mes frondaisons (Aragon)
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Le Printemps (Springtime)
Pierre Auguste Cot
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways, I love thee to the depth and breath and height my soul can reach ( Elizabeth Browning)
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The Storm
Pierre Auguste Cot
Il pleure dans mon coeur comme il pleut sur la ville, quelle est cette langueur qui penètre mon coeur? (Verlaine)
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The Lady of Shalott
John William Waterhouse
Down she came and found a boat, beneath a willow left afloat and around about the prow she wrote: the Lady of Shallot
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Mariana in the South
John William Waterhouse
Yesterday is a memory, gone for good forever while tomorrow is a guess, what is real is here and now, and here and now is all we possess
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Psyche Opening the Door into Cupid's Garden
John William Waterhouse
In the real word as in dreams nothing is quite what it seems
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Ophelia
John William Waterhouse
Que eu possa dizer do amor que tive: que não seja eterno posto que é chama, mas que seja infinito enquanto dure.
(VinÃcius de Morais)
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Windflowers
John William Waterhouse
Ask not why of the rose, she flowers because she flowers
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Miranda - The Tempest
John William Waterhouse
Heard melodies are sweet but the unheard are sweeter
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Boreas
John William Waterhouse
Boreas, the cold north wind, is no colder than the sadness within
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The Soul of the Rose
John William Waterhouse
And the soul of the rose went into my blood, as the music clashed in the hall.
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Dolce Far Niente
John William Godward
Ah! Que le temps viennent où les coeurs s'éprennent!
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