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Gods and men rejoiced at the bringing back of Proserpine.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

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Gods and men rejoiced at the bringing back of Proserpine.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, April 17, 2014
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A stroke shivered the sword.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

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A stroke shivered the sword.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, April 17, 2014
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Swiftly he turned, and found his wife behind him.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

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Swiftly he turned, and found his wife behind him.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, April 17, 2014
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Pandora opened the lid.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

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Pandora opened the lid.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, April 17, 2014
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What was he doing, the great god Pan, down in the reeds by the river?

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

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What was he doing, the great god Pan, down in the reeds by the river?

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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Marpessa sat alone by the fountain.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

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Marpessa sat alone by the fountain.

Helen Stratton, from A book of myths, by Jeanie Lang, New York, 1915.

(Source: archive.org)

Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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It was the old soldier.

Helen Stratton, from The fairy tales of Hans Christian Andersen, Philadelphia, circa 1899.

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It was the old soldier.

Helen Stratton, from The fairy tales of Hans Christian Andersen, Philadelphia, circa 1899.

(Source: archive.org)

Sunday, December 9, 2012
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His chin on his hand, his eyes turned to me, he looked like a grotesque sculpture.

Helen Stratton, from The fairy tales of Hans Christian Andersen, Philadelphia, circa 1899.

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His chin on his hand, his eyes turned to me, he looked like a grotesque sculpture.

Helen Stratton, from The fairy tales of Hans Christian Andersen, Philadelphia, circa 1899.

(Source: archive.org)

Sunday, December 9, 2012