How did the old poets manage to find love, become entirely obsessed with their lovers, make them their muse, and still get their heart broken in the end lol.
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Hey kids, this isn’t ~anything~ like the usual crap I post on here, but I’m posting it, so deal with it.
I got this:
Portrait, picture, print, whatever you wanna call it at an antique store the other day and was like “woah, that’s cool” so I bought it. I was looking closer at it and realized it had the birth and death years of all the poets on here. Except two of them don’t have death years?
The guy on the left, Will Carlton and the third guy from the left, J. Whitcomb Riley. They died in 1912 and 1916 respectively. Which means, either they just didn’t know when they died, or this was made BEFORE they died.
So I tried googling it, reverse google image searching it, and everything else I could think of but I wasn’t finding anything. And I REALLY want to know how old this thing is, so could anyone on here help me? I know there are probably a lot of people smarter than me who like art history or old literature or stuff like that that might know something.
(In case it helps, the other poets are Edgar Allan Poe, Eugene Field, Walt Whitman, and Bret Harte)
So just, help?
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“Springtime” by Pierre Auguste Cot.
I am too young and I’ve loved you too much.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky.
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"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me" is what I answer about how being a swiftie is
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