" Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free;
Love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Love where thou wilt, and live thy life; and I,
One thing I can, and one love cannot—die.
Pass from me; yet thine arms, thine eyes, thine hair,
Feed my desire and deaden my despair.
Yet once more ere time change us, ere my cheek
Whiten, ere hope be dumb or sorrow speak,
Yet once more ere thou hate me, one full kiss;
Keep other hours for others, save me this.

Lines 5 - 14 from “Erotion” by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Frederick Goodall (1822-1904)   The dreams

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by Auguste Charles Mengin

Date painted: 1877
Oil on canvas, 230.7 x 151.1 cm
Collection: Manchester City Galleries

My life is bitter with thy love; thine eyes
Blind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighs
Divide my flesh and spirit with soft sound,
And my blood strengthens, and my veins abound.
I pray thee sigh not, speak not, draw not breath;
Let life burn down, and dream it is not death.
— Swinburne

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" I freed thousands of slaves; I would have freed a thousand more, if they had known they were slaves. "

Harriet Tubman 

Fritz Hegenbart

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Mel Bochner - If the Color Changes, 1997

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Palm Court, 1989

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John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley

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