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

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

Mushroom warrior, John Carpenter's movie The Thing, detailed, by charles tunnicliffe, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details

Mushroom warrior, John Carpenter's movie The Thing, detailed, by charles tunnicliffe, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details

Mushroom warrior, John Carpenter's movie The Thing, detailed, by charles tunnicliffe, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr, intricate details

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest, by M.C.Escher

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest, by M.C.Escher

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest, by M.C.Escher

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest

That word Found way unto Olympus and made quake The rebel three Thea was startled up And in her bearing was a sort of hope As thus she quick-voic'd spake yet full of awe This cheers our fallen house come to our friends O Saturn come away and give them heart I know the covert from thence came I hither Thus brief then with beseeching eyes she went With backward footing through the shade a space He follow'd and she turn'd to lead the way Through aged boughs that yielded like the mist Which eagles cleave upmounting from their nest, by m.c.escher, 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

And what will you do when your daddy finds out?Son come and tell to me, I’ll put my foot on board of a ship and sail away And sail to a foreign country, 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

1boy, When I was young younger than before, I never saw the truth hanging from the door, And now I'm older see it face to face, And now I'm older gotta get up clean the place, And I was green greener than the hill Where flowers grow and the sun shone still, Now I'm darker than the deepest sea, Just hand me down give me a place to be, And I was strong strong in the sun, I thought I'd see when day was done, Now I'm weaker than the palest blue, Oh so weak in this need for you, masterpiece, painting, best quality, melancholy, sentimental

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

bird, 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

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

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

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

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)

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