Sparrow Queen

Sleeping Nude - Warren B. Davis

1915

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c0ssette:

Auguste Raynaud (1850-1937) La Nuit,detail.

Pallas and the Centaur.
Sandro Botticelli, c. 1482.

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Primavera (Allegory of Spring).
Sandro Botticelli, c. 1482.

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Le Printemps (Spring).
Joseph-Laurent Bouvier, 1840.

Spring.
Alfons Mucha, 1896.

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Madonna Pietra degli Scrovigni
Marie Spartali Stillman, 1884.

Venus Verticordia
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1868.

Portrait of Jeanne Antoinette Poisson, Marquise de Pompadour
François Boucher, 1756.

La Belle Dame Sans Merci
John William Waterhouse, 1893.

La Belle Dame Sans Merci, by John Keats
(1819)

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

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.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said -
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

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!’

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.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

cavetocanvas:

Lucas Cranach the Elder, Justice as a Nude Woman, 1537

La princesa de Éboli [The Princess of Eboli]
Artist unknown [?]

Doña Ana de Mendoza y de la Cerda, Princess of Eboli, Duchess of Pastrana seems like she was pretty badass. Also, I’m in love with this painting. I wish I could find a higher res version of it.