Frédéric Bazille, Portrait of Paul Verlaine as a Troubadour (1868)

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Frédéric Bazille, Portrait of Paul Verlaine as a Troubadour (1868)
Koloman Moser, Marbleized end paper, c. 1900
Design for Circular Window (Koloman Moser, 1898)
I lingered long after the office was ended, watching, pondering how in the world one could help a small bird which had flown into the church but could find no way out again. I suspect it will remain there, fluttering round and round distractedly, far up under the arched roof, till it dies exhausted. I seem to have heard of a writer who likened man's life to a bird passing just once only, on some winter night, from window to window, across a cheerfully-lighted hall. The bird, taken captive by the ill-luck of a moment, re-tracing its issueless circle till it expires within the close vaulting of that great stone church:—human life may be like that bird too!
Walter Pater, Imaginary Portraits (the first one: "A Prince of Court Painters")
... No area of the past is dead if we are alive to it.
James Bruce Ross, Mary Martin McLaughlin, introduction to the Viking Portable Medieval Reader
Koloman Moser, Frommes Kalendar, 1904
Koloman Moser, Wiener Werkstatte Casket, 1906
I am wound and knife. I am wind and cheek. I am limb and the rack, and the victim, and the torturer. I am of my own heart the vampire, --one of the great abandoned, condemned to laugh forever and never more to smile.
Baudelaire, "Heauton Timoroumenos" [fairly loose translation]
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Early Sketch for Mary Magdalene...
Odilon Redon, Paul Gauguin, 1905
Moreau, Sappho Falling
Gustave Moreau, Fall of Phaeton
Gustave Moreau, The Sirens (1890)
Gustave Moreau, Dante and Virgil
Jan Stanisławski, Ule na Ukrainie (1895)
Jugendstil owls, from the Vienna Secessionist Building (1898?). Attributed to Koloman Moser, says Wikipedia
Kolo Moser, Tänzerin (1903)