art by Alex Katz, painting, pop art, best quality, hdr

art by Alex Katz, painting, pop art, best quality, hdr

art by Alex Katz, painting, pop art, best quality, hdr

It seem'd no force could wake him from his place But there came one, who with a kindred and Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low With reverence though to one who knew it not She was a Goddess of the infant world By her in stature the tall Amazon Had stood a pigmy's height she would have ta'en Achilles by the hair and bent his neck Or with a finger stay'd Ixion's wheel Her face was large as that of Memphian sphinx Pedestal'd haply in a palace court When sages look'd to Egypt for their lore But oh how unlike marble was that face How beautiful if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty's self, bleak, dark art, pop art, dim light, somber, dramatic, high quality, detailed

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

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

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

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by bernard cathelin, painting, paris art, 1girl, scenery

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by bernard cathelin, painting, paris art, 1girl, scenery

sunset, northern lake, summer, old fashioned woman, nostalgic, high quality, detailed, by bernard cathelin, painting, paris art, 1girl, scenery

best quality, high quality, detailed, by bernard cathelin, painting, paris art, red flowers, red theme, 1girl, black dress, looking at viwer

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

old man near the lighthouse, sentimental. by Gustave Moreau, symbolism, painting, classic art

endless, cosmic, the metaphor of planet earth, by Gustave Moreau, symbolism, painting, classic art, dark art, detailed, intricate details

endless, cosmic, the metaphor of planet earth, by Gustave Moreau, symbolism, painting, classic art, dark art, detailed, 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, art by alexandre calame, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr

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, art by alexandre calame, painting, landscape, best quality, 8k, hdr

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

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

xenomorph queen, detailed, classic art, by hans holbein, renaissance, painting, best quality, 8k, hdr

looking at viewer, detailed, art by alexandre calame, best quality, 8k, hdr

looking at viewer, detailed, art by alexandre calame, best quality, 8k, hdr

looking at viewer, detailed, art by alexandre calame, best quality, 8k, hdr

I am gone Away from my own bosom: I have left My strong identity, my real self, Somewhere between the throne, and where I sit Here on this spot of earth. Search, Thea, search! Open thine eyes eterne, and sphere them round Upon all space: space starr'd, and lorn of light; Space region'd with life-air; and barren void; Spaces of fire, and all the yawn of hell. - Search, Thea, search! and tell me, if thou seest A certain shape or shadow, making way With wings or chariot fierce to repossess A heaven he lost erewhile: it must - it must Be of ripe progress aturn must be King, best quality, masterpiece, detailed, hdr, 8k, intense, dramatic

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

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

alien invasion, epic, dramatic, battle, horror, art by xavier valls, still life

fallen angel, lost paradise, grief, somber, monochrome, looking at viewer, 1girl, art by xavier valls, still life

old man near the lighthouse, sentimental, 1boy, art by xavier valls, still life

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

alien invasion, epic, dramatic, battle, horror