Archeological Reminiscence Millet鈥檚 Angelus via Salvador Dali
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The Poor Ghost - Christina Rossetti
Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?"
"From the other world I come back to you,
My locks are uncurled with dripping drenching dew.
You know the old, whilst I know the new:
But tomorrow you shall know this too."
"Oh not tomorrow into the dark, I pray;
Oh not tomorrow, too soon to go away:
Here I feel warm and well-content and gay:
Give me another year, another day."
"Am I so changed in a day and a night
That mine own only love shrinks from me with fright,
Is fain to turn away to left or right
And cover up his eyes from the sight?"
"Indeed I loved you, my chosen friend,
I loved you for life, but life has an end;
Thro' sickness I was ready to tend:
But death mars all, which we cannot mend.
"Indeed I loved you; I love you yet
If you will stay where your bed is set,
Where I have planted a violet
Which the wind waves, which the dew makes wet."
"Life is gone, then love too is gone,
It was a reed that I leant upon:
Never doubt 1 will leave you alone
And not wake you rattling bone with bone.
"I go home alone to my bed,
Dug deep at the foot and deep at the head,
Roofed in with a load of lead,
Warm enough for the forgotten dead.
"But why did your tears soak thro' the clay,
And why did your sobs wake me where I lay?
I was away, far enough away:
Let me sleep now till the Judgment Day
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Alone - Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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Fire and Ice - Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I鈥檝e tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
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Ernst Karl Eugen Koerner (1846-1927) - Patio della Reina, Alcazar, Sevilla,聽oil on canvas, 140,3 x 100 cm. 1909.
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Indian Temple, Said to be the Mosque of Abo-ul-Nabi, Muttra, Thomas Daniell, 1827
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Hagar and Ishmael in the Desert,聽Emanuel Krescenc Lis虒ka
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F茅lix Ziem - Ruins, Palmyra
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Interior of the Mosque at Cordoba, Edwin Lord Weeks. 1880.
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The 491st Night, the Story of Abu Kier and Abu Sier; the Astonishment of the Coloured Dyeworks Anton Pieck 1943-1954
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Orientalist indian scene by聽Alberto Pasini
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An Egyptian Peasant Woman And Her Child 1870
Leon Bonnat
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聽Jos茅 Tapiro y Baro, Moor in a headdress, c1890s
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