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'Ni le temps passé, ni les amours reviennent...' Guilaume Appolinaire (Sous le Pont Mirabeau) Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood, Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the...

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines... Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And...

Masque d'Agamemnon Who will believe my verse in time to come,If it were filled with your most high deserts?Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tombWhich hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes,And in...

Le temps mou des montres molles de Dali. But wherefore do not you a mightier wayMake war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?And fortify yourself in your decayWith means more blessed than my barren rhyme? Now stand you on the top of happy hours,And many maiden...

Guerre Käthe Kollwitz, (1867 - 1945) When I consider everything that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase,Cheered...

Frederic Nietzsche (1844 - 1900) 'Ceux qui croient à l'astrologie, sont ceux qui croient que l'univers a été créé autour d'eux' Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;And yet methinks I have Astronomy,But not to tell of good or evil luck,Of plagues,...

Le Chevalier d'Éon (1728 - 1810) un autre hésitant entre deux sexes O! that you were your self; but, love, you areNo longer yours, than you your self here live:Against this coming end you should prepare,And your sweet semblance to some other give:So...

Marcel, un autre connaisseur des pertes du temps. When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;When I behold the violet past prime,And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;When lofty trees I see barren...

Picasso, Autoportrait 1972 As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'stIn one of thine, from that which thou departest;And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st,Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.Herein lives wisdom, beauty,...

Joannes Vermeer La,jeune fille à la perle (1665) Est-ce la beauté pour vous? For shame deny that thou bear'st love to any,Who for thy self art so unprovident.Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many,But that thou none lov'st is most evident:For...

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