11 posts tagged “artwork”
"...these women are called valkyries, and they are sent by Odin to every battle, where they choose which men are to die and they determine who has victory..." - from the Prose Edda
Some cool historical science paintings I found around. Mostly of alchemists and Galileo.
Some more Paradise Lost artwork I found. I really like the gothic look and the black & white, it fits the mood well.
Better to reign in hell than serve in Heaven.
(Book 1, line 263)
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of hell, a hell of Heaven.
(Book 1, lines 254-5)
Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!
(Book 1, line 330)
And, when night
Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
(Book 1, lines 500-2)
Artwork by Gustave Doré
As I am eagerly awaiting the release of the final Harry Potter book, I would like to share this cover art I found by Mary GrandPré. I always liked her Harry Potter artwork. This is from the deluxe edition of book 7 but I kind of wish it was on the regular edition too. It's Harry, Ron, and Hermione riding a dragon!!!!! Soooo...dragons in book 7!!!?!!?!!
Since today is Summer Solstice/Midsummer/Litha, here is a painting by Edward Robert Hughes circa 1908 called "Midsummer Eve". I have this painting as a poster, I just love the fantasy & dream-like atmosphere of the painting. It's beautiful!
I found some really beautiful medieval paintings by Edmund Blair Leighton. I think "The Accolade" is my favorite! I want that as a poster. I also like "God Speed!" though. Actually I just really like the dresses. ;) And there's another Tristan and Isolde painting (I already posted a Waterhouse one). Lovely!
O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, | |
| Alone and palely loitering? | |
| The sedge has wither’d from the lake, | |
| And no birds sing. | |
II. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! | 5 |
| So haggard and so woe-begone? | |
| The squirrel’s granary is full, | |
| And the harvest’s done. | |
III. I see a lily on thy brow | |
| With anguish moist and fever dew, | 10 |
| And on thy cheeks a fading rose | |
| Fast withereth too. | |
IV. I met a lady in the meads, | |
| Full beautiful—a faery’s child, | |
| Her hair was long, her foot was light, | 15 |
| And her eyes were wild. | |
V. I made a garland for her head, | |
| And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; | |
| She look’d at me as she did love, | |
| And made sweet moan. | 20 |
VI. I set her on my pacing steed, | |
| And nothing else saw all day long, | |
| For sidelong would she bend, and sing | |
| A faery’s song. | |
VII. She found me roots of relish sweet, | 25 |
| And honey wild, and manna dew, | |
| And sure in language strange she said— | |
| “I love thee true.” | |
VIII. She took me to her elfin grot, | |
| And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore, | 30 |
| And there I shut her wild wild eyes | |
| With kisses four. | |
IX. And there she lulled me asleep, | |
| And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide! | |
| The latest dream I ever dream’d | 35 |
| On the cold hill’s side. | |
X. I saw pale kings and princes too, | |
| Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; | |
| They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci | |
| Hath thee in thrall!” | 40 |
XI. I saw their starved lips in the gloam, | |
| With horrid warning gaped wide, | |
| And I awoke and found me here, | |
| On the cold hill’s side. | |
XII. And this is why I sojourn here, | 45 |
| Alone and palely loitering, | |
| Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, | |
| And no birds sing. - John Keats, 1819 |
