Posts tagged wood engraving
And there, upon the banks of that loved tide,
He and Zelica sleep side by side.
H. Warren, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
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- Animals
- Children's book
- Color
- Dalziel
- Design
- Frontispiece
- Humor
- Industry
- Portrait
- Pre-raphaelite
- Victorian
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About:
A collection of vintage illustrations, taken from books published between the 18th century and the first quarter of the 20th century. Unlike the pictures from the main site, these ones don't belong to me, and I don't own the originals. While most of them are in the public domain, it doesn't imply that they are all free to use for commercial purpose. Please read the terms of service of the source site before incorporating them into your projects.
Un florilège d'illustrations anciennes, extraites de livres publiés entre le XVIIIe siècle et le premier quart du XXe siècle.
A la différence des images proposées sur le site principal, les originaux de celles-ci ne m'appartiennent pas. Bien que la plupart soient aujourd'hui dans le domaine public, cela ne signifie pas pour autant que leur réutilisation à des fins commerciales soit toujours autorisée. Veuillez donc prendre connaissance des conditions d'utilisations des sources citées avant d'intégrer ces images à vos projets.
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Into his bark leap’d smilingly,
And left poor Hope behind…
J. C. Horsley, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
Fleetly o’er the moonlit snows
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Swift our sledge as lightning goes…
Goerge Thomas, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
When a sunbeam was seen to glance over the walls,
And the castle of Willumberg bask’d in the ray…
Samuel Rhead, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
Burn, bright torches, burn till morn,
And lead us where the wild boar lies.
Harrison Weir, from Poetry and pictures from Thomas Moore, London, 1858.
(Source: archive.org)
- Tell me, Mrs. Jones, who is that young Adonis your married daughter is looking up to so eagerly?
- Her husband, Mrs. Snarley.
- Dear me, you don’t say so! I congratulate you… Now I understand how you come to have such good-looking grand-children.
George Du Maurier, from English society, New York, 1897.
(Source: archive.org)
- Brown (who was all but run over): Why didn’t you call out sooner, you stupid ass?
- Cabby: I did, Sir!
- Brown: Why didn’t you call louder, then?
- Cabby: I did, Sir!
George Du Maurier, from English society, New York, 1897.
(Source: archive.org)
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