Kerria

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

~C.S. Lewis
🎨Jane Crowther

I’ll be first in line to see the film.

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The Ghost of Greystone Grange
by A.A. Beckett (1878)

🎨B. Frost #PhantomsFriday

Have you stopped to consider that's why I'm laughing?

Good advice.

🎨Drazen Kozjan
#PhantomsFriday #morbidmarch

Illustration of a man huddled up in a dressing gown. The caption reads: 'Seen anything spooky?'

"Seen anything spooky?" Well, you will tomorrow for lo, tis #PhantomsFriday - the feed for all things ghostly. #Ghost posts on #folklore, art, literature, popular culture, #haunted locations... all contributions using the hashtag will be welcome.
#artsky #booksky #BookChatWeekly #poetry

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The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.

~ Emily Brontë
🎨Kinko White #PhantomsFriday

Sometimes, the only way out is to go all the way through to the end.

🎨 Armine

Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams.

~Algernon Charles Swinburne
🎨 Marie Egner #BookologyThursday

Katarína Vavrová

word(s) of the day:

"What fresh hell is this?"

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[Dorothy Parker]

“I am unbody’d by thy books, and thee,
and in thy papers finde my extasie.”

Henry Cornelius Agrippa (1531)

🎨 Giuseppe Arcimboldo “The Librarian” (c 1570)

#WorldBookDay #booksky

Today is St Piran's Day, feast day of the patron of tin miners and of Cornwall herself.

So, we go out west and hear a story of Jan Tregeagle, Cornwall’s own Faust, who rose from doing penance for his sins in Dozmary Pool, with hellhounds on his trail.

Read our 5th #darkspringtide below

🎨 Minns

Thank you for your bucolic posts, dear Bibliophiles!

See you next week on #BookologyThursday

art by Jean-Honore Fragonard (1767)

Forsooth! To die is to be a counterfeit, for he is but the counterfeit of a man who hath not the life of a man; but to counterfeit dying when a man thereby liveth is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life indeed. The better part of valor is discretion.

In 19th century England rectangular livestock paintings were commissioned by prosperous farmers to showcase their wealth and status. The same artistic distortion would also be applied to pigs and sheep.

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Yes! Also in Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited, on a skull.

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Rat and Mole meet the god Pan as he plays his pipes in the forest. An illustration by Troy Howell for "The Wind in the Willows."

"Oh, Mole! The beauty of it! The merry bubble and joy, the thin, clear, happy call of the distant piping! The call in it is stronger even than the music is sweet! Row on, Mole, row! For the music and the call must be for us."
- Kenneth Grahame, "Wind in the Willows"
🎨Troy Howell
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'Spring Messengers'. Painting depicting the coming of spring as a classical bridal couple accompanied by birds flying across a green landscape.

'The year stood at its equinox
And bluff the North was blowing,
A bleat of lambs came from the flocks,
Green hardy things were growing'
~Christina Rossetti

🎨 Dominique Lang
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Welcome to #BookologyThursday

Join us today as #BookologyThursday takes a pastoral jaunt through literature, art & lore with the theme:

🍃🐑IDYLLIC IDYLS🐑🍃

🎨 Arthur Rackham (1867-1939)

'A Study, in March' by John William Inchbold c. 1855 The painting was reportedly inspired by lines from Wordsworth's 'Excursion': 'When the primrose flower peeped forth to give an earnest of the spring.' An oil painting of a bright spring day in the countryside. A path leads up a small ridge, the trees are bare against the blue sky. On top of the ridge are an ewe and two lambs. In the foreground, primrose and harebells.

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
…
Then come, my Sister! come, I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.

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#morbidmarch

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Et in Arcadia ego
(The Arcadian Shepherds)
by Nicolas Poussin (1637-38)

Translated as ‘Even in Arcadia, there am I’ the phrase often interpreted as a memento mori.

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"May yon just heaven, that darkens o’er me, send
One flash, that, missing all things else, may make
My scheming brain a cinder, if I lie.”

(Tennyson "Idylls of the King")

🎨 Gustave Doré

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'The soldier's memorial' Lithograph, hand colored Published by Currier & Ives, New York, c. 1863. A woman in black Victorian dress mourning at tomb of Civil War soldier.

Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!

– Alfred Tennyson, 'Tears, Idle Tears' 1847

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