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July 24, 2013, 2:19 pm

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Federico Ribas

July 24, 2013, 2:21 pm

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Federico Ribas

July 24, 2013, 2:26 pm

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Federico Ribas

July 24, 2013, 2:39 pm

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Carlos Federico Saez

July 24, 2013, 2:41 pm

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Gaston La Touche

July 24, 2013, 2:50 pm

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Unlocated

July 24, 2013, 2:55 pm

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Mikael Bourgouin

July 24, 2013, 2:59 pm

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Adolf Munzer: Walpurgisnacht/ Anon: Die Spinne im Wald

July 24, 2013, 3:06 pm

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Henri Chapront

July 24, 2013, 3:10 pm

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Herbert P. Horne: Et Sunt Commercia Coeli

July 25, 2013, 12:35 pm

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I did not raise my eyes to hers,

Although I knew she passed me near:

I said, `Her shadow round me stirs;

It is enough, that she is here,

And that, for once, my way is here.´

I did not look upon her face,

I knew with whom her heart confers;

For more, that moment had no place:

I did not raise my eyes to hers,

I did not look upon her face.

Darkness There, and Nothing More

July 25, 2013, 12:42 pm

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Theo Marzials: The Love-Token

July 25, 2013, 12:48 pm

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SHE has griffins twain to guard her gate, 
A mastiff-hound to watch her in the hall, 
A page for her train when she walks in state, 
And minstrels and maidens around her to wait, 
And lovers and gallants at beck and call ; 
But ah ! she left her shutter a-jar 
For the cool to climb over the window-bar! 

The griffins grinned in the moonlight green, 
The hound by the grim red embers slept; 
I scraped a chord on my mandoline, 
A chord, pardie, that might ruin a queen! 
And softly a-down the garden I crept; 
And ah ! the song slid thro' the shutter a-jar, 
And the lady leaned over the window-bar! 

Pythonisse

July 25, 2013, 2:53 pm

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Stephen Phillips: The Apparition

July 25, 2013, 2:58 pm

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My dead Love came to me, and said:
‘God gives me one hour’s rest
To spend upon the earth with thee:
How shall we spend it best?’
‘Why, as of old,’ I said, and so
We quarrell’d as of old.
But when I turn’d to make my peace
That one short hour was told.

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Gustav Klimt (2nd Vs)

July 25, 2013, 3:00 pm

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Victor Plarr: Epitaphium Citharistrae

July 25, 2013, 3:04 pm

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Stand not uttering sedately
Trite oblivious praise above her!
Rather say you saw her lately
Lightly kissing her last lover.
Whisper not, “There is a reason
Why we bring her no white blossom”:
Since the snowy bloom’s in season,
Strow it on her sleeping bosom:
Oh, for it would be a pity
To o’erpraise her or to flout her:
She was wild, and sweet, and witty –
Let’s not say dull things about her.

Albin Brunovski

July 25, 2013, 3:07 pm

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Theodore Wratislaw: The Music Hall

July 25, 2013, 3:12 pm

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THE CURTAIN on the grouping dancers falls,
The heaven of color has vanished from our eyes;
Stirred in our seats we wait with vague surmise
What haply comes that pleases or that palls.
Touched on the stand the thrice-struck baton calls,
Once more I watch the unfolding curtain rise,
I hear the exultant violins premise
The well-known tune that thrills me and enthralls.
Then trembling in my joy I see you flash
Before the footlights to the cymbals’ clash,
With laughing lips, swift feet, and brilliant glance,
You, fair as heaven and as a rainbow bright,
You, queen of song and empress of the dance,
Flower of mine eyes, my love, my heart’s delight!

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

July 25, 2013, 3:22 pm

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