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

alien invasion, epic, dramatic, battle, horror, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature

old man near the lighthouse, sentimental, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature, birds

beautiful old grand hotel at the coast, cliffside, san Francisco cliff house, coastal road, dark green facade, three stories, rocky beach, standing on a rocky cliff at shore, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature, birds

old man and the sea, near lighthouse, sentimental, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature, flying birds, merlin,

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

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

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

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

1bird, Tiny swallow on the fly, green hills of ireland, small house and new black leather tap shoes on the terrace, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, by charles tunnicliffe

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

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, looking at viewer, detailed, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, looking at viewer, detailed, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, looking at viewer, detailed, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature

old man near the lighthouse, sentimental, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature, birds

alien invasion, epic, dramatic, battle, horror, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature

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

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

Irritating eternal endless emptiness of space fulfilled with the immense inexhaustible irresistible source of awe and horror, masterpiece, best quality, detailed, high quality, scenery, by charles tunnucliffe

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, looking at viewer, detailed, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, looking at viewer, detailed, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, looking at viewer, detailed, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature

bird, sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, looking at viewer, detailed, by charles tunicliffe, painting, nature

realistic anime illustration of a pretty barista woman, she 's making coffee at coffee shop, she have black ponytail, wearing black t-shirt and blue denim pencil long skirt, looking at viewer, (1girl, solo, full body), (masterpiece, best quality)