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

alien invasion, epic, dramatic, battle, horror, by George Dawe, 19th century, oil painting

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

fallen angel, lost paradise, grief, somber, by George Dawe, 19th century, oil painting

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by Katherine folatre

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by Katherine folatre

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by Katherine folatre

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, 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

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

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

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

God be with the old folk they are all dead and gone And likewise my brothers young Denis and John As we tripped through the heather wild hares to pursue Our joys they did mingle in the May morning dew, by xavier valls, by charles tunnicliffe, by bernard cathelin, by george dawe

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

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

Along with the smell of sun-scorched fields A new autumn enters the heart like a dark bird, You are weaving your wreath of mourning ribbons Of withered flowers and blackened spikelets, But who knows what will happen with Cold weather and losses For someone who knew how to believe, And who knows when over the water A blue star will rise For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art

The extraterrestrial mushrooms field, oil painting, by george dawe

I have looked upon all the universe has to hold of horror and even the skies of spring and flowers of summer must ever afterward be poison to me, by george dawe

alien invasion, epic, dramatic, battle, horror, by George Dawe, 19th century, oil painting

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

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

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

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

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

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

The house I was born in is but a stone on a stone And all round the garden the weeds they have grown And all the fine neighbours that ever I knew Like the red rose have perished in the May morning dew

A lonely boat glides fatally Through the cold waters of endless sadness, Only heaven knows everything about our orphanhood And about the pain that is bound by the oath of silence, There are islands of solace somewhere And the salvation shore For someone who knew how to believe, new stars are born there And almonds bloom in the mountains For someone who knew how to wait, detailed, hdr 8k, best quality, masterpiece, dark art