London Exhibitions of Robert Bateman’s Work (original) (raw)

Royal Academy

The Dudley Gallery – Exhibition of Water-Colour Drawings

As the love-sculptured towers of ancient days,
Though crumbling and defaced the heart will thrill,
While all unmoved on modern pile we gaze,
The soulless offspring of a heartless skill.
"So these, though dying, live in all our hearts,
This lives but in the eye, although it live,
From these in death the sweetness scarce departs,
Even strong life to this no charm can give." M. Ranking

When a daffodil I see
Hanging down his head t’wards me,
Guesse I may what I shall be:
First, I shall decline my head;
Secondly, I shall be dead;
Lastly, safely buried."
[From Divination by a Daffodill by Robert Herrick]

Son. O lady, lay your costly robes aside,
No longer may you glory in your pride.

Mother. Wherefore to-day art singing in mine ear
Sad songs, were made so long ago, my dear?
This day I am to be a bride, you know,-
Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago?

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Play with the bridesmaids; and be glad, my boy, For thou shalt be a second father’s joy!

Son. One father fondled me upon his knee. One father is enough, alone, for me. ——Mary Lamb’s Poems

Reading one day we were, for pleasure’s sake,
The tale of Lancelot - how him Love thralled;
Alone we were, and no suspicion near.
Ofttimes the book did make our eyes to meet-
Our faces faded at the words we read;
But ‘twas one point alone that overcame! —— Dante’s Commedia. Hell. cv.

Dudley Gallery – Cabinet Pictures in Oil (incomplete)

Last modified 18 February 2023