It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece

It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece

It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece

It hurts you to walk and it's hard for you to breathe as You have an open wound instead of a heart, But you're still taking another step Through wormwood and thorns to the long-awaited heaven, But one day all the angels will wake up And the doors will open For someone who knew how to believe, and on a stormy January morning Almonds will bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

dark fantasy art of a demonic warrior amidst a sea of flames, distant view, flameengulfed sword, charred wings, fiery aura, dark fantasy, inferno, chaos, destruction, frank frazetta style, oil painting style with vivid colors, fierce posture, engulfing flames, demonic features, volcanic landscape environment, molten lava, ash clouds, erupting volcano in background, intense red and orange lighting, sweltering atmosphere, bright reds and oranges color, dark fantasy,PsychadelicChaos,detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe, by alfred stevens

dark fantasy art of a mystical gothic garden, where love and sorrow intertwine, low angle view, thorned roses, forgotten statues, winding pathways, dark fantasy, enchantment, longing, beauty, oscar wilde style, aesthetic movement style with gothic elements, blooming melancholy, shadowed corners, enigmatic allure, overgrown botanical environment, hidden benches, murmuring fountains, ivycovered walls in background, dappled green and violet lighting, poetic atmosphere, lush greens and deep violets color, dark fantasy,PsychadelicChaos,detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe, by alfred stevens

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by George Dawe, oil painting, 19th century

O aching time O moments big as years All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe Saturn sleep on O thoughtless why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep, detailed, high quality, best quality, hdr, 8k, masterpiece, by george dawe, oil painting, painting, 19th century, scenery, dark art, intricate details

O aching time O moments big as years All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe Saturn sleep on O thoughtless why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep, detailed, high quality, best quality, hdr, 8k, masterpiece, by george dawe, oil painting, painting, 19th century, scenery, dark art, intricate details

O aching time O moments big as years All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe Saturn sleep on O thoughtless why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep, detailed, high quality, best quality, hdr, 8k, masterpiece, by george dawe, oil painting, painting, 19th century, dark art, intricate details

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

One moon, with alteration slow, had shed Her silver seasons four upon the night, And still these two were postured motionless, Like natural sculpture in cathedral cavern; The frozen God still couchant on the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet: Until at length old Saturn lifted up His faded eyes, and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess; and then spake, As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard Shook horrid with such aspen-malady, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

O tender spouse of gold Hyperion, Thea, I feel thee ere I see thy face; Look up, and let me see our doom in it; Look up, and tell me if this feeble shape Is Saturn's; tell me, if thou hear'st the voice Of Saturn; tell me, if this wrinkling brow, Naked and bare of its great diadem, Peers like the front of Saturn. Who had power To make me desolate? whence came the strength? How was it nurtur'd to such bursting forth, While Fate seem'd strangled in my nervous grasp? But it is so, and I am smother'd up, And buried from all godlike exercise Of influence benign on planets pale, Of admonitions to the winds and seas, Of peaceful sway above man's harvesting, And all those acts which Deity supreme Doth ease its heart of love in

Yes, there must be a golden victory; There must be Gods thrown down, and trumpets blown Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival Upon the gold clouds metropolitan, Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be Beautiful things made new, for the surprise Of the sky-children; I will give command: Thea! Thea! Thea! where is Saturn?, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew

Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew

Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew

Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew

Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew

Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew

Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

And what will you do with your only wedded wife? Son come and tell to me, She can put her foot on board of a ship and sail away and follow then after me, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe

Where have you been all a fine summer’s day Son come tell it unto me, fishing and fowling in the field in the forest I am weary mother let me be, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by George Dawe, oil painting, 19th century

old man near the lighthouse, sunset, sentimental, by George Dawe, 19th century, oil painting

old man near the lighthouse, sunset, sentimental, by George Dawe, 19th century, oil painting

There was a listening fear in her regard As if calamity had but begun As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart as if just there Though an immortal she felt cruel pain The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid and to the level of his ear Leaning with parted lips some words she spake In solemn tenour and deep organ tone Some mourning words which in our feeble tongue Would come in these like accents O how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods, dim light, dark art, somber, dramatic, detailed, intricate details, 8k, best quality, hdr, masterpiece, 19th century

There was a listening fear in her regard As if calamity had but begun As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart as if just there Though an immortal she felt cruel pain The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid and to the level of his ear Leaning with parted lips some words she spake In solemn tenour and deep organ tone Some mourning words which in our feeble tongue Would come in these like accents O how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods, dim light, dark art, somber, dramatic, detailed, intricate details, 8k, best quality, hdr, masterpiece, 19th century

There was a listening fear in her regard As if calamity had but begun As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart as if just there Though an immortal she felt cruel pain The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid and to the level of his ear Leaning with parted lips some words she spake In solemn tenour and deep organ tone Some mourning words which in our feeble tongue Would come in these like accents O how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods, dim light, dark art, somber, dramatic, detailed, intricate details, 8k, best quality, hdr, masterpiece, 19th century

O aching time O moments big as years All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe Saturn sleep on O thoughtless why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep, detailed, high quality, best quality, hdr, 8k, masterpiece, by george dawe, oil painting, painting, 19th century, scenery, dark art, intricate details

O aching time O moments big as years All as ye pass swell out the monstrous truth And press it so upon our weary griefs That unbelief has not a space to breathe Saturn sleep on O thoughtless why did I Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes Saturn sleep on while at thy feet I weep, detailed, high quality, best quality, hdr, 8k, masterpiece, by george dawe, oil painting, painting, 19th century, dark art, intricate details

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

As when upon a tranced summer-night, Those green-rob'd senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Which comes upon the silence and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave, So came these words and went the while in tears, She touch'd her fair large forehead to the ground, Just where her falling hair might be outspread, A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet, detailed, dark art, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr, by charles tunnicliffe, by george dawe

Yes there must be a golden victory There must be Gods thrown down and trumpets blown Of triumph calm and hymns of festival Upon the gold clouds metropolitan Voices of soft proclaim and silver stir Of strings in hollow shells and there shall be Beautiful things made new for the surprise Of the sky-children I will give command Thea Thea Thea! where is Saturn, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

How pleasant in winter to sit by the hob Listening to the sounds and the bark of a dog Or in summer to wander the wide valleys through And to pick the wild flowers in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

Summer is coming Oh Summer is near With the leaves on the trees and the sky blue and clear And the small birds are singing their fond notes so true And the wild flowers are springing in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

Some of these stars will lead someone some night somewhere, A child will born and bring the love and peace and hope, Reflected in their mother's eyes that second A glimpse of light her tear A drop, A moment long as distant sun can shine For someone staring at the stars some night somewhere, pure creativity, cosmic horror

Who put the blood on your right shoulder son come and tell to me, it was the blood of a hare I killed yesterday I am weary mother let me be, by george dawe, by charles tunnicliffe