
“There’s no glass in the window,
There’s no wood in the door;
The heather grows behind the house,
And the sand lies before.
No hand hath trained the ivy,
The walls are gray and bare …”
(M.Coleridge in The deserted house)
Huy (B)
"Picture and text are showing the transitory character of reality"
"Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle glass that 's broken presently: A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an hour." (W. Shakespeare in The passionate pilgrim) Huy (B)
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