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Sandro Botticelli la calomnie d'Apelle (1495) That thou art blamed shall not be thy defect, For slander's mark was ever yet the fair; The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. So thou be good, slander doth but approve...
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des adventices, en liberté. Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend; all tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due, Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend. Thy outward thus with outward...
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Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn, When beauty lived and died as flowers do now, Before these bastard signs of fair were born, Or durst inhabit on a living brow; Before the golden tresses of the dead, The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,...
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un peu de falbala... Ah! Wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve, And lace itself with his society? Why should false painting imitate his cheek, And steal dead seeming of his...
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Les Mendiants (Pieter Brueghel l'Ancien, 1568). Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden...
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Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O! how shall summer's honey breath hold out, Against the wrackful siege...
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When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed, And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,...
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Lemek et ses 2 femmes Ada et Tsilla, ils sont dans le chapitre 4 de la Genèse; puis il y a un second Lemek qui est le père de Noé. Against my love shall be as I am now, With time’s injurious hand crushed and o'erworn; When hours have drained his blood...
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Salvador Dali, Narcisse (1937) Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye And all my soul, and all my every part; And for this sin there is no remedy, It is so grounded inward in my heart. Methinks no face so gracious is as mine, No shape so true, no truth...
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Is it thy will, thy image should keep open my heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken, while shadows like to thee do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds to...
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