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John Martin (1789-1854), The Angels Guarding Paradise at Night, Illustration de “Paradise Lost” de John Milton - 1823/27

@темы: 17, m, 19, english-british, illustrations

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Der Watzmann - Johan Christian Dahl

@темы: scandinavian, d, 19, romanticism

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Petrus Christus - Portrait of a Young Girl detail, 1470, Gemäldegalerie

@темы: 15, c, renaissance northern

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Austin Osman Spare - Elemental Materialisation (1955)

@темы: s, 20, symbolism, english-british

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Max Frey, Träumender, 1930

@темы: deutsche, 20, f

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Phoebe Anna Traquair - An Angel, 1890

@темы: t, 19, e'ireann, ga'idhlig, english-british

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Louis-Maurice Boutet de Monvel - La vision et l’inspiration de Jeanne d’Arc, 1911

@темы: francaise, b, m, 20, illustrations

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Death - by H.R. Giger, ca. 1977

@темы: g, swiss, 20, surrealism

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'A Dream' - Espolin Johnson (1907–1994)

@темы: scandinavian, j, 20

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Alfred Kubin - Kataclysmus

@темы: 20, k, deutsche-oesterreichisch

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Harald Sohlberg, winter night in the mountains 1901

@темы: scandinavian, s, 20

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Alfred Kubin - Traurigkeit (Sadness), c. 1905

@темы: 20, k, deutsche-oesterreichisch

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Edward Middleton Manigault - Procession 1911

@темы: m, 20, english-american

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Magnus Enckell (1870-1925), Garçon au Crâne - 1893

@темы: e, suomalainen, 19, symbolism

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Viktor Madarász (1840–1917), Ladislaus Hunyadi Mourning - 1859

@темы: 15, links, m, historia, hungarian, 19, romanticism

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William Morris (1834–96)
The Blue Closet
The Damozels

Lady Alice, Lady Louise,
Between the wash of the tumbling seas
We are ready to sing, if so ye please:
So lay your long hands on the keys;
Sing “Laudate pueri.”

And ever the great bell overhead
Boom’d in the wind a knell for the dead,
Though no one toll’d it, a knell for the dead.

Lady Louise

Sister, let the measure swell
Not too loud; for you sing not well
If you drown the faint boom of the bell;
He is weary, so am I.

And ever the chevron overhead
Flapp’d on the banner of the dead;
(Was he asleep, or was he dead?)

Lady Alice

Alice the Queen, and Louise the Queen,
Two damozels wearing purple and green,
Four lone ladies dwelling here
From day to day and year to year:
And there is none to let us go;
To break the locks of the doors below,
Or shovel away the heap’d-up snow;
And when we die no man will know
That we are dead; but they give us leave,
Once every year on Christmas-eve,
To sing in the Closet Blue one song:
And we should be so long, so long,
If we dar’d, in singing; for, dream on dream,
They float on in a happy stream;
Float from the gold strings, float from the keys,
Float from the open’d lips of Louise:
But, alas! the sea-salt oozes through
The chinks of the tiles of the Closet Blue;

And ever the great bell overhead
Booms in the wind a knell for the dead,
The wind plays on it a knell for the dead.

(They sing all together: )

How long ago was it, how long ago,
He came to this tower with hands full of snow?

“Kneel down, O love Louise, kneel down,” he said,
And sprinkled the dusty snow over my head.

He watch’d the snow melting, it ran through my hair,
Ran over my shoulders, white shoulders and bare.

“I cannot weep for thee, poor love Louise,
For my tears are all hidden deep under the seas;

“In a gold and blue casket she keeps all my tears,
But my eyes are no longer blue, as in old years;

“Yea, they grow gray with time, grow small and dry,
I am so feeble now, would I might die.”

And in truth the great bell overhead
Left off his pealing for the dead,
Perchance because the wind was dead.

Will he come back again, or is he dead?
O! is he sleeping, my scarf round his head?

Or did they strangle him as he lay there,
With the long scarlet scarf I used to wear?

Only I pray thee, Lord, let him come here!
Both his soul and his body to me are most dear.

Dear Lord, that loves me, I wait to receive
Either body or spirit this wild Christmas-eve.

Through the floor shot up a lily red,
With a patch of earth from the land of the dead,
For he was strong in the land of the dead.

What matter that his cheeks were pale,
His kind kiss’d lips all gray?
“O, love Louise, have you waited long?”
“O, my lord Arthur, yea.”

What if his hair that brush’d her cheek
was stiff with frozen rime?
His eyes were grown quite blue again,
As in the happy time.

“O, love Louise, this is the key
Of the happy golden land!
O, sisters, cross the bridge with me,
My eyes are full of sand.
What matter that I cannot see,
If ye take me by the hand?”

And ever the great bell overhead
And the tumbling seas mourn’d for the dead;
For their song ceased, and they were dead.

The Blue Closet - Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1856-57. The painting was the inspiration for Morris's splendid and equally strange poem of the same title, published in 1857 in his The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems volume. Morris had finished his poem in mid-December 1856

@темы: poetry, english, m, 19, pre-raphaelite brotherhood, r

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Katō Teruhide, Kinkakuji in snow

@темы: t, japanese, 20, k, illustrations

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Paul Gaugin, Te Po (Eternal Night) c.1893–94

@темы: francaise, g, 19, post-impressionism, gaugin, paul

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Walter Gramatté (1897-1929) - The Great Fear (Die große Angst), 1918

@темы: g, deutsche, 20, expressionism

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Орфей в босховском аду.

Pieter Fris - Orpheus and Eurydice in the Underworld (1652)
detail


painting

@темы: antiquity, golden age, 17, hollaender, pittura, mythology