Posts tagged pre-raphaelite
J. E. Millais, from Good words. Wood engraving by the brothers Dalziel.
From Modern illustration, by Joseph Pennell, London, 1895.
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Me contacter
And dropping bitter tears against his brow
Stiped with dark blood: for all his face was white
And colorless, and like the wither’d moon…
Illustration by D. Maclise to Morte D’arthur, from Gems from Tennyson, Boston, 1866.
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Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur
Which was my pride: for thou remeberest how
In those old days, one summer noon, an arm
Rose up from out the bosom of the lake…
Illustration by D. Maclise to Morte D’arthur, from Gems from Tennyson, Boston, 1866.
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William Morris: The wood beyond the world
Illustration (left) by Edward Burne-Jones
Published by Kelmscott Press, 1894
Title page of Early poems of William Morris, illustrated by Florence Harrison, New-York, 1914.
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… In that garden fair
Came Lancelot walking, this is true, the kiss
Wherewith we kissed in meeting that spring day,
I scarce dare talk of the remember’d bliss.
Illustration by Florence Harrison, from Early poems of William Morris, New-York, 1914.
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Then Godmar turn’d again and said:
“So, Jehane, the first fitte is read!
Take note, my Lady, that your way
Lies backward to the Chatelet!”
Illustration by Florence Harrison, from Early poems of William Morris, New-York, 1914.
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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?
Illustration by Florence Harrison, from Early poems of William Morris, New-York, 1914.
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… and in
The order’d garden you would seek
The biggest roses - any sin.
Illustration by Florence Harrison, from Early poems of William Morris, New-York, 1914.
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And one of these strange choosing cloths was blue,
Wavy and long, and one cut short and red;
No man could tell the better of the two.
Illustration by Florence Harrison, from Early poems of William Morris, New-York, 1914.
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