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laclefdescoeurs · 6 months

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Evelyn Hope, 1908, Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale

#Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale #Robert Browning

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rosepompadour · 1 month

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I had my heart in books & poetry, & my experience in reveries. Books & dreams were what I lived in.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning in a letter to Robert Browning, dated March 20, 1845

#elizabeth barrett browning #robert browning #literature

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hairtusk · 1 year

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Clasped Hands of Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, by Harriet Hosmer (1853)

#literally going insane thinking about these two #robert browning #elizabeth barrett browning #art #visual art #poetry #victorian poetry #victorian poets #women's art #sculpture

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transistoradio · 1 year

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Five lively illustrations -- pen and ink with watercolour on board -- by Richard O. Rose for Robert Browning's poem, "The Pied Piper of Hamelin," published in Princess Annual 1963.

#richard o. rose #robert browning #the pied piper of hamelin #illustrations #illustration art #princess annual 1963 #princess annual #Watercolour #pen and ink

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uwmspeccoll · 8 months

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Wood Engraving Wednesday

JOHN LAWRENCE

Once again we turn to the fanciful engravings of English illustrator and wood engraver John Lawrence (b. 1933), this time from a small (4.25" x 3") 1992 Folio Society edition of Robert Browning's version of The Pied Piper of Hamelin, printed at The Bath Press in Bath, England on Fabriano Ingres laid paper. The engravings themselves are only 3" x 2", but they are vivid and richly detailed.

John Lawrence, whose career spans nearly 70 years, is one of England's most-respected living wood engravers. He has illustrated well over 200 books and has taught his craft at the Brighton School of Art, Camberwell School of Art, and Cambridge School of Art from the 1960s to 2010. He has influenced generations of noted contemporary wood engravers, and was himself a student of Gertrude Hermes (view some wood engravings by Hermes we have posted).

Our copy of the Folio Society's Pied Piper is yet another donation from the estate of our late friend and colleague Dennis Bayuzick. The book was originally bound in full moire silk by Hunter and Foulis, but our copy was specially rebound in 2001 by English bookbinder Stephen Conway (see below).

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View other illustrations for the Pied Piper by Kate Greenaway and Sarah Chamberlain.

View other books from the collection of Dennis Bayuzick.

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#Wood Engraving Wednesday #wood engravings #wood engravers #John Lawrence #Robert Browning #The Pied Piper of Hamelin #Pied Piper of Hamelin #The Folio Society #Folio Society #The Bath Press #Fabriano paper #bookbinding #Stephen Conway #Dennis Bayuzick

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malojasnake · 2 years

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— Robert Browning, in a letter to Elizabeth Barrett

#letters #love letters #robert browning

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andallshallbewell · 3 months

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#robert browning #quote #inspiration #England #poetry

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sorryforthebonyelbows · 10 months

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Robert Browning, Porphyria’s lover

Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

Anne Sexton, Killing The Love Poem

Richard Siken, Crush (A Primer for the Small Weird Loves)

J. Summers, The Sound of Thunder

Yves Olade, Slaughterhouse (Beloved)

Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.

— Stephen King

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moonsprinkler · 6 months

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the ballad of reading gaol i. by oscar wilde // porphyria's lover by robert browning // sonnet 142 by william shakespeare

haute tension (2003)

#horror #web weaving #webweaving #poetry #excerpts #quotes #oscar wilde #robert browning #haute tension #william shakespeare #obsessive yandere #high tension #obsessive love #wlw #lesbian

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thebeautifulbook · 11 months

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THE POETICAL WORKS OF ROBERT BROWNING (London: Ballantyne, Hanson & Co., 1899)

Red morocco art binding by Sangorski and Sutcliffe. Gilt and gauffered edges, and fore-edge paintings by Fazakerley.

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#beautiful books #book blog #books books books #book cover #books #vintage books #book design #book binding #art binding #robert browning #poetry #gauffered #fore edge painting #fazakerley #sangorski and sutcliffe

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macrolit · 1 year

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#book stack #bookstack #james joyce #kurt vonnegut #khaled hosseini #lois lowry #j.m. coetzee #elizabeth barrett browning #robert browning

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nobeerreviews · 1 year

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Autumn wins you best by this, its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

-- Robert Browning

#autumn #switzerland #sympathy #decay #robert browning #nature photography #quote

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pearlsoflongago · 1 month

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Looking into the Garden

Life and Love

Geraniums by Childe Hassam

Portrait by a Neighbour

Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you’ll find her A-sunning in the sun!

It’s long after midnight Her key’s in the lock, And you never see her chimney smoke Till past ten o’clock!

She digs in her garden With a shovel and a spoon, She weeds her lazy lettuce By the light of the moon.

She walks up the walk Like a woman in a dream, She forgets she borrowed butter And pays you back cream!

Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Anne’s lace!

—Edna St. Vincent Millay

Paysage au Bord du Lez by Frederic Bazille

Heartsease Country

TO ISABEL SWINBURNE

The far green westward heavens are bland, The far green Wiltshire downs are clear As these deep meadows hard at hand: The sight knows hardly far from near, Nor morning joy from evening cheer. In cottage garden-plots their bees Find many a fervent flower to seize And strain and drain the heart away From ripe sweet-williams and sweet-peas At every turn on every way.

But gladliest seems one flower to expand Its whole sweet heart all round us here; ’Tis Heartsease Country, Pansy Land. Nor sounds nor savours harsh and drear Where engines yell and halt and veer Can vex the sense of him who sees One flower-plot midway, that for trees Has poles, and sheds all grimed or grey For bowers like those that take the breeze At every turn on every way.

Content even there they smile and stand, Sweet thought’s heart-easing flowers, nor fear, With reek and roaring steam though fanned, Nor shrink nor perish as they peer. The heart’s eye holds not those more dear That glow between the lanes and leas Where’er the homeliest hand may please To bid them blossom as they may Where light approves and wind agrees At every turn on every way.

Sister, the word of winds and seas Endures not as the word of these Your wayside flowers whose breath would say How hearts that love may find heart’s ease At every turn on every way.

—Charles Algernon Swinburne

Picking Flowers by Auguste Renoir

The Flower's Name

Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, now I push its wicket, the moss Hinders the hinges and makes them wince! She must have reached this shrub ere she turned, As back with that murmur the wicket swung; For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned, To feed and forget it the leaves among. Down this side of the gravel-walk She went while her robe's edge brushed the box: And here she paused in her gracious talk To point me a moth on the milk-white phlox. Roses, ranged in valiant row, I will never think that she passed you by! She loves you, noble roses, I know; But yonder, see, where the rock-plants lie! This flower she stopped at, finger on lip, Stooped over, in doubt, as settling its claim; Till she gave me, with pride to make no slip, Its soft meandering Spanish name: What a name! Was it love or praise? Speech half-asleep or song half-awake? I must learn Spanish, one of these days, Only for that slow sweet name's sake. Roses, if I live and do well, I may bring her, one of these days, To fix you fast with as fine a spell, Fit you each with his Spanish phrase; But do not detain me now; for she lingers There, like sunshine over the ground, And ever I see her soft white fingers Searching after the bud she found. Flower, you Spaniard, look that you grow not, Stay as you are and be loved forever! Bud, if I kiss you 't is that you blow not, Mind, the shut pink mouth opens never! For while it pouts, her fingers wrestle, Twinkling the audacious leaves between, Till round they turn and down they nestle— Is not the dear mark still to be seen? Where I find her not, beauties vanish; Whither I follow her, beauties flee; Is there no method to tell her in Spanish June 's twice June since she breathed it with me? Come, bud, show me the least of her traces, Treasure my lady's lightest footfall! —Ah, you may flout and turn up your faces— Roses, you are not so fair after all!

—Robert Browning