Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done!
#ShakespeareSunday
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done!
#ShakespeareSunday
Somebody's got to post it:
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke . . . .
Somebody's got to post it:
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke . . . .
Huge pangs and strong
Will pierce more near his heart.
Giovanni Bellini, Circumcision of Christ (circa 1500)
Huge pangs and strong
Will pierce more near his heart.
Giovanni Bellini, Circumcision of Christ (circa 1500)