The Lady of Shalott (1888)
Ces vers tirés de The Lady of Shalott de Tennyson ont inspiré à l'artiste ce tableau:
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance -
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
I am Half-sick of Shadows, said the Lady of Shalott (1915)
Ces vers tirés de The Lady of Shalott de Tennyson ont inspiré à l'artiste ce tableau:
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
Gather Ye Rosebuds while ye may (1908)
Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674), tout comme Ronsard, Baudelaire ou Queneau, rappelle aux femmes que la beauté est éphémère...
To Virgins to Make Much of Time.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today,
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun,
The higher he's a-getting;
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
That age is best, which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
Times still succeed the former.
Then be not coy, but use your time,
And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.