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Originally posted by

levkonoe at Дарья Чачева. Хочу на дачу

Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida Bathing Time. 1904.

(considered the most prominent Spanish impressionist painter, born on Feb 27th, 1863. He created 2,000 paintings, which his widow gave as a gift to the Spanish Republic. His house and workshop in Madrid became a museum, housing the collection of paintings; it opened in 1932).

Found thanks to

kortan

Originally posted by

petrusplancius at Petrus van Schendel, Shopping by Candlelight

Petrus van Schendel (1806-1870) was a Dutch painter who specialized in night scenes; his portrayals of night-markets lit by candle-light are hauntingly beautiful.

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PIO RICCI (1850-1919)

Several more under the cut:
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Originally posted by

kavery at Анабелль на льду

Annabelle on Ice
Rhonda Leonard

Found via

coffee_mood
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Originally posted by

levkonoe at Ruth Sanderson - "Starlight Fairy"

This entry was originally posted at http://levkonoe.dreamwidth.org/4944870.html.

Originally posted by

levkonoe; artist is O. Scherbakov (oil painting)
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On Avon's Breast I Saw a Stately Swan

One day when England's June was at its best,
I saw a stately and imperious swan
Floating on Avon's fair untroubled breast.
Sudden, it seemed as if all strife had gone
Out of the world; all discord, all unrest.

The sorrows and the sinnings of the race
Faded away like nightmares in the dawn.
All heaven was one blue background for the grace
Of Avon's beautiful, slow-moving swan;
And earth held nothing mean or commonplace.

Life seemed no longer to be hurrying on
With unbecoming haste; but softly trod,
As one who reads in emerald leaf, or lawn,
Or crimson rose a message straight from God.
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On Avon's breast I saw a stately swan.

(Ella Wheeler Wilcox)

A. Maranov, "Autumn"; reposted from

levkonoe
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                        October

                            SHE

Gone are the Spring and Summer from the year;
And from our lives as well, May we not, dear,
In our October find serene delights
To take the place of ardent summer nights?
Not striving to retain a dying season,
Or imitate its pleasures, but with reason
Accepting Autumn's quiet, briefer day
Of calm content, not seeking to be gay?

                           HE

Gone are the Spring and Summer; yet behold
The radiant woods, supreme in red and gold
And russet colours; and the wind harp plays
A louder song than in the April days.
Our lives need not be colourless or sober
Because of Autumn. Emulate October,
Who will not let the ageing years grow dull,
But keep its love by being beautiful.

(Ella Wheeler Wilcox)

(S. Yaseneva, "Slight Nostalgia)
Originally posted by

levkonoe
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Ode to Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.

( Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? )